#i was genuinely so heartbroken for months after it happened

[ineffible-chaos]

Nothing makes me as violently sad as thinking about how Luffy and Sabo will never see Ace grow up, they’ll never see his lanky frame start to wrinkle and that long dark hair grey. They’ll never see him grow into his full potential as a Haki user or as a pirate.

Luffy and Sabo will never see their brother grow old with them. I wonder if when Sabo uses his devil fruit, he can feel the power and warmth of his brothers memory coursing through him.

[xthejazzdalorianx]

Chapter One ~ Fragile

Pairing(s): Logan (the Wolverine) Howlett x Non-Mutant!Female!Reader, Uncle!Wade (Deadpool) Wilson x Non-Mutant!Female!Reader

Warning(s): This story explores grief, personal trauma, and mature themes with strong language. It addresses loss, childbirth, and includes elements of chaos and irreverent humor, blending serious and unconventional situations.

Author’s Notes: Hello everyone, thanks for joining me on my first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it! If you'd like more and want to support future updates, please like, follow, and share. Note: This story features a slow-burn romance with mature content in later chapters. Your feedback is appreciated! :)

Word Count: 4,079

When you first met Logan Howlett, it was at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. You were just starting to find your footing there, and he was the first person who reached out with genuine warmth. He was charming but with a temper that could flare up out of nowhere. Yet somehow, you always managed to be the calm in his storm.

Over the years, your friendship deepened, and you never imagined that anyone could balance you so perfectly. But there was that summer. That unforgettable summer when everything changed.

The memory of your first kiss is etched in your mind like a cherished, worn-out record that never seems to lose its magic. It was one of those moments that felt so right. It was almost like the universe was aligning just for the two of you.

It happened under a dark blue sky with stars twinkling above. You were heartbroken, having just lost both of your grandparents.

The grief was overwhelming, and you found solace in Logan’s arms. He held you close, his embrace a quiet sanctuary in that flower garden.

Time seemed to stretch on as he kept you safe and warm. When you finally looked up, your tear-streaked face met his gaze. His blue eyes were full of an unspoken understanding and a love that had always been there, just beneath the surface.

In that moment, you knew that he was more than your best friend—he was the one who had always been meant to be by your side. And even now, as you look back, you realize that he will be with you, come what may, until the end of time.

After that night under the stars, you and Logan fell into a passionate whirlwind. Every spare moment seemed to be an excuse for a touch, a kiss, or something more. It was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough of him. Whether it was infatuation or something deeper, you didn’t care. All that mattered was him.

But then, things started to change. The fiery passion that once brought you together now seemed to drive you apart. Arguments became more frequent, and what had been tender moments turned into heated exchanges. It was rough, and you tried to hold onto the love you once shared, hoping it would carry you through the storm.

Then came that final, shattering night. Logan's confession hit you like a freight train—he was in love with someone else, and to him, you were nothing more than a temporary distraction. He admitted that you were just a plaything until the other person was ready to have him back. Those words pierced your heart, leaving it in a thousand jagged pieces.

In the months that followed, you tried to pick up those pieces to mend your broken heart. Yet, no matter how hard you tried, it always seemed to lead back to him. The echoes of what you once had lingered, and despite the pain, a part of you remained irrevocably tied to him.

After that devastating night, you knew you needed to make a clean break. Packing up your bags and leaving Xavier’s school felt like the only way to escape the memories that were suffocating you.

Thankfully, there was a sliver of hope in the form of Wade Wilson. You’d met him a few times during your summer with Logan, and while Wade could be… well, let’s just say, interesting, he offered a glimmer of an escape.

Wade, ever the unconventional friend, extended an invitation to stay with him and his roommate, Blind Al. It wasn’t exactly a typical offer of refuge, but at that point, you were ready for anything that wasn’t a reminder of the life you’d left behind.

So, with a mix of uncertainty and relief, you packed up your life and headed to Wade’s place. It was a far cry from the familiar halls of the school, but maybe, just maybe, it was the fresh start you needed.

As autumn began to settle in, the days grew cooler, and the leaves started to drift from the trees. The heat that had once made you grumpy was replaced by a more manageable chill. You found a rhythm in your new life: cooking, cleaning, working a regular job, and occasionally joining Wade on one of his unpredictable missions.

It was a shift from the life you’d left behind, but it offered a sense of normalcy, or at least as much normalcy as Wade Wilson could provide. A few weeks into your new routine, though, you started feeling nauseous.

You chalked it up to the dust and the not-so-gourmet meals you’d been enduring. But one evening, as you were leaning over the bathroom sink, clutching the porcelain in an attempt to steady yourself, Wade burst through the door. He didn’t bother with subtlety.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Is this a new, avant-garde method of redecorating the bathroom? Because I gotta say, it’s not exactly my style,” he quipped, trying to lighten the mood despite the grim situation.

As you retched again, he gently held your hair back and yanked off his mask with an exaggerated flourish.

“Alright, buttercup, let’s not pretend this is just a case of the chimichangas playing hard to get. What’s going on?”

You could barely manage to speak through the waves of nausea, but you forced out, “Wade… I need you to get me a pregnancy test. Now.”

Wade’s usual bravado faltered for a moment. His eyes widened with genuine concern, and he gave you a tender, almost clumsy pat on the back.

“Pregnancy test? On it! And don’t you worry, I’ll be back faster than you can say ‘regret eating that last taco.’”

He carefully tucked your hair back, making sure it stayed out of your face, and darted out the door, leaving you alone in the bathroom. Within ten minutes, he returned, juggling a trio of pregnancy test boxes like they were prizes at a carnival.

“I wasn’t sure which brand to get, so I figured, why not all of them? It’s like a sampler platter of pee sticks!” he announced with his usual flair. You thanked him, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment, as he settled down beside you on the bathroom floor.

He rubbed your back with a surprisingly gentle touch and asked, “So, do you really think it’s Logan’s kid? I mean, I don’t wanna be the bearer of bad news, but that guy’s as stable as a Jenga tower in an earthquake.”

He flashed you a concerned look, trying to add a touch of humor to lighten the mood. You managed a quiet laugh, finding a moment of solace in his attempt to distract you from the stress.

Once you felt a bit better, you asked Wade to step out of the restroom so you could take the pregnancy test.

“Hey, Wade, could you give me a moment alone?” you said, trying to sound as calm as possible. Wade’s face fell a little, but he nodded, rising to his feet.

“Sure thing, I’ll just be out here, nervously pacing and pretending I don’t need a drink,” he said with a forced grin.

He exited the bathroom, and you shut the door behind him, the click of the latch echoing in the stillness as you turned your attention back to the test.

You flushed the toilet and opened one of the pregnancy tests. The instructions seemed like they were written in a different language. Positive was a plus sign and a line, negative was a minus sign and a line. You sighed, taking a seat on the toilet, and mentally prepared yourself.

“I love Logan so much,” you whispered to yourself, “but you’re never really ready for something like this.”

Wade was pacing back and forth in the living room, his usual energy now tinged with worry.

“Hey, are you almost done there? I’d make a joke about pregnancy cravings, but I’m too nervous to be funny right now!” he called out, his voice a mix of anxiety and levity.

You called back, trying to keep calm, “Yeah, just give me a second, okay? It says to wait three minutes and leave it on the counter to make sure the results are accurate.”

Wade hummed in acknowledgment, continuing his restless pacing until Blind Al emerged from her room, rubbing her eyes and looking around with mild irritation.

“What’s all this racket? I don’t get enough sleep as it is,” she grumbled, clearly disturbed by the commotion.

He shot her a sheepish grin. “Oh, nothing much, Al. Just a little, uh, life-changing test-taking party. Don’t worry, it’s not a mutant emergency—just a personal one.”

Al sighed, shaking her head with a knowing look. “Well, whatever it is, just keep it down. Some of us still need to dream about better things than pee sticks and existential crises.”

You apologized to Althea, feeling a pang of guilt for the disturbance, and then finished peeing on the stick, carefully capping it before setting it on the flat counter.

“Three minutes and I will know. Three minutes,” you whispered to yourself, trying to steady your racing heart.

Tears threatened to spill, and you weren’t sure if they were from joy or sadness—or maybe a mix of both. You cleaned yourself up, flushed the toilet once more, and washed your hands.

As you gazed into the mirror, you turned to the side and placed a hand on your stomach, lost in thought. You tried to picture what life would be like with Logan by your side, but the fantasy felt painfully distant. You gave yourself a sad smile in the mirror, the reflection a stark reminder of the uncertainty and longing that had become a part of your reality.

Althea, clearly exasperated, went back to her shared bedroom. She tried to slam the door, but it only shut slowly with a soft thud.

“Okay, Wade, I don’t think I can handle looking at the test,” you called out from the bathroom. “Can you please do it for me?”

You opened the door so Wade could come in. “The instructions say if the first circle has a positive sign, even if it’s faint, I am pregnant. If it doesn’t, it’s negative. Got it?”

Wade nodded, his face a mixture of determination and curiosity. You stepped out of the bathroom and sank onto the living room couch, the nerves gnawing at you as you waited.

Wade Wilson, ever the showman, was practically vibrating with excitement as he examined the pregnancy test. The positive result was faint, but it was there, and it made his eyes widen with a mix of disbelief and joy.

He tried to keep his expression casual as he walked out of the bathroom, but the excitement was clear in the way he barely contained his grin. He plopped down next to you on the couch, his face a mask of controlled eagerness.

You turned to him, confusion etched across your features. “What’s going on?” you asked, searching his face for answers.

Wade’s grin broke wide open, his eyes dancing with happiness. “You’re pregnant,” he said, his voice almost trembling with emotion.

The words hung in the air between you, filled with a kind of awe that seemed to make the moment almost surreal.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his excitement spilling over in the warmth of his hug. You wrapped your arms around him, letting the reality of the news settle in. A baby. In this chaotic little apartment. The thought was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but think about all the adjustments that would need to be made.

As you pulled away, the tears you had been holding back finally broke free. The loss of Logan was still fresh, and the idea of having a piece of him in this new life was both comforting and heart-wrenching. You missed him so much. Was this baby a link to what you had lost or a new beginning?

Wade, noticing your tears, softened his expression. He gently cupped your face with his hands.

“Hey, I know this is a lot. I’m here for you, whatever you need. If you want to talk about Logan or anything else, just let me know.”

You nodded, letting his words sink in. The tears began to ebb, replaced by a tentative hope.

With Him and Althea beside you, maybe, just maybe, you could start to find your way through this whirlwind of emotions and begin to imagine a future that honored both the past and the new life that was unfolding.

The morning light filtered into the apartment as Wade Wilson darted around the kitchen, a whirlwind of energy. With the sun barely up, he was already hard at work, making pancakes, bacon, and eggs with a flair only he could muster.

Surprisingly, Althea accepted the news as she was seated at the table, sipping her coffee and watching him with a bemused expression. Wade, ever the showman, had even managed to stamp his logo onto the pancakes. He looked back over his shoulder, grinning like a kid with a new toy.

“Hey, you know my last three movies were huge hits. Maybe these pancakes will be too! Or at least not poison anyone.”

You tried to smile at his antics, but your mind was still tangled in the whirlwind of the news. The breakfast was surprisingly delicious—Wade’s enthusiasm translated well into his cooking. But the joy was fleeting. Just as you were about to enjoy your meal, a wave of nausea struck, and you hurried to the bathroom.

From the other room, Wade’s voice rang out, full of mock offense.

“Oh, come on, sweet cheeks! I know I’m not Martha Stewart, but my food wasn’t that bad!” He chuckled as if he’d just delivered a brilliant punchline.

Althea shot him a look and smacked him gently on the side of his bald head. “Really, Wade? I’d rather wrestle a chimichanga than listen to your cooking critiques,” she retorted, though her tone was softer. “Thanks for the breakfast, though.”

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, still feeling queasy but slightly better, you collapsed onto the couch.

Your mind churned with questions. “Why now? Why me? Why him? Why us?”

The doubts and uncertainties swirled around, mingling with the raw memory of that final night with Logan.

In a twisted way, it all made sense. That night had been a chaotic whirlwind of heated, passionate sex, driven by a mix of intense desire and unresolved anger. Now, his absence left a deep, aching void. You missed him fiercely and craved his presence, but he was out there with someone else, living a life that didn’t include you.

A few months into your pregnancy, your belly was undeniably prominent, and managing a job to cover rent was becoming increasingly difficult. Climbing the stairs to your apartment felt like an ordeal.

Wade had taken to buying you more clothes, each one carefully chosen to fit your growing belly and keep it discreet. The last thing you wanted was for news to leak and reach Logan. The thought of him finding out filled you with dread—what if he reacted violently? What if he hurt you or the baby? The uncertainty was overwhelming.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize you’d arrived at the apartment until Wade’s concerned gaze pulled you back to the present. He was watching you with a mixture of worry and exasperation.

“Welcome back to Earth,” he said with a wry smile. “You doing okay? Don’t tell me this is about that guy with forks for hands.”

His hands were on his hips, his frown reminiscent of a parent scolding a child. You shook your head, too exhausted to engage in conversation. All you wanted was to rest.

Wade, ever the attentive friend, guided you to the couch. He gently massaged your feet, his touch soothing as you drifted into a much-needed sleep. The warmth of his care was a small comfort in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded you.

The final stretch of your pregnancy was surprisingly smooth. Your cravings were manageable, and Wade and Althea did their best to make you comfortable. Althea had taken on the task of building a crib for the baby, but her attempt didn’t go as planned.

So, you ended up helping Wade by handing him tools as he wrestled with assembling it. Despite the small size of the apartment, their efforts were heartwarming. You often thanked them, and their response was always a warm hug.

It had been a long time since you felt so loved, surrounded by people who had become like family. You knew your grandparents would have adored this baby, and you felt their love in the support you were receiving now.

Then came the baby shower, thrown by Wade and his quirky X-Force crew. The news that you were expecting a little girl added an extra layer of excitement.

Wade was officially declared the baby’s “uncle,” while Althea was delighted to take on the role of “grandma.” The X-Force team gifted you a range of... interesting items. Colossus, ever the gentle giant, had gifted you an Easy-Bake Oven. Sweet gesture, but not exactly suitable for a newborn.

The baby shower was a lively affair. The room was filled with chatter, laughter, and a spread of desserts decorated with baby onesie designs. The atmosphere was warm and joyful, a testament to the love surrounding your baby.

As you moved through the apartment, chatting with everyone and keeping your hand gently on your belly, each conversation reminded you of the incredible support you had. Gratitude and hope for the future swelled within you, buoyed by the warmth of those around you.

Of course, this wouldn’t be a Deadpool experience without a little unexpected flair. Just as you were savoring the joy of the moment, the apartment lights dimmed, and the door burst open with a dramatic flourish. Wade, dressed in an elaborate superhero costume, complete with a cape and mask, strutted in with a grandiose entrance.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced with exaggerated flair, “prepare yourselves for the most epic surprise of the century!”

Behind him, Althea was maneuvering the custom-made, neon-lit baby carriage into the room. However, since she was blind, she was heading in the wrong direction, veering the carriage awkwardly toward a lamp and nearly colliding with a potted plant.

Wade, trying to hold back his laughter, rushed over and gently placed his hands on Althea’s shoulders.

“Whoa, there! Easy does it, Daredevil. Let’s steer clear of the furniture and save our baby from a potential apocalypse,” he said with a grin, guiding her back on course. “The last thing we need is a baby carriage with battle scars.”

As Althea corrected her path, she gave Wade a playful smack on the arm.

“You know, Wade, if you didn’t have so many grand ideas, I wouldn’t need you as my personal tour guide,” she quipped. “Maybe next time, let’s leave the surprise planning to someone who doesn’t make everything look like a circus.”

The carriage, now properly aligned, rolled into view with its LED lights flashing, a mini sound system playing baby-themed dance beats, and a built-in cooler for drinks. It was an over-the-top spectacle, straight out of a sci-fi movie—classic Deadpool.

The room burst into laughter and applause, and you couldn’t help but smile at the joyful chaos. Despite the unpredictability, it was clear that these moments of absurdity and love were what made being part of this unconventional family so special.

Summer had arrived, and you were nearing the finish line of your pregnancy. In the middle of the night, while you were attempting to sleep on the futon, your water broke. The pain was sharp and relentless, and despite your best efforts to stay calm with slow, steady breaths, you couldn’t help but scream.

Wade burst into the room, his appearance a bizarre mix of urgency and chaos. He was wearing nothing but his mask and boxers, and in his hand was his infamous baby knife. Why? At this moment, you couldn’t care less.

“My water just broke! I need to get to the hospital, NOW!” You shouted through the agony, feeling like you might pass out any second.

Wade’s eyes widened in panic. “Holy chimichangas, it’s go time!” He dashed off to change, calling his friend Dopinder to get a cab over as quickly as possible. “Dopinder, this is not a drill! Get here NOW!”

As Dopinder sped toward your location, Wade yelled to Althea, who was still in bed. “Althea, I’m taking her to the hospital! Don’t miss me!”

Althea merely scowled and mumbled something unintelligible before turning back to her pillow, clearly not up for the middle-of-the-night drama.

Wade hurried back to you, helping you off the futon and carefully sliding your slippers onto your feet. He draped your arm over his shoulder, supporting your weight as you both made your way down the stairs of the apartment building.

At the entrance, Dopinder was waiting, holding the door open with a look of concern. You were breathing heavily, each contraction making the outside air feel like it was blazing with heat.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” Wade exclaimed, trying to stay upbeat despite the urgency.

With Dopinder’s help, you climbed into the cab, ready to face the next chapter of your chaotic yet strangely comforting life.

“Dopinder, if you don’t hit that gas pedal, I swear I’ll make sure you’re never able to drive again!” You screamed, the pain making your grip on Wade’s hand tighter than a vice.

Wade was trying to breathe along with you, attempting to keep you calm, but his efforts weren’t exactly working.

Dopinder, clearly feeling the urgency, slammed on the gas pedal, and they arrived at the hospital in record time. He pulled up to the emergency room entrance, and Wade, in a flurry of action, leaped out of the cab and sprinted to find some nurses.

“Help! We need a wheelchair, like, yesterday!” Wade shouted, waving his arms frantically.

The nurses rushed over, assisting you out of the cab. Wade gave Dopinder a hurried thanks before he sped off.

“You’re the best, Dopinder! Try not to get into any more car chases!”

Wade pushed you into the hospital, maneuvering the wheelchair with all the speed he could muster. You were on the verge of meeting your beautiful baby girl, and the fact that you hadn’t picked a name yet felt like a huge oversight.

The pain was reaching new heights, and the baby was already crowning. The nurses and Wade helped you onto the hospital bed, with the staff scrambling to find a doctor and prep the room for delivery.

Wade flashed a goofy grin and said, “Alright, I’ll be right outside if you need me, okay? Just holler if you need a superhero!” But his playful demeanor was met with your intense look.

You grabbed his wrist with a desperate grip. “No, Wade, I need you here. Please? I’m freaking out.”

Wade’s expression turned serious as he nodded. “Okay, okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you, kiddo.” He settled into a chair next to your bed, his presence a comforting anchor in the chaos.

Within an hour, you welcomed your beautiful baby girl, Mara Howlett, into the world. The nurse gently placed the tiny bundle into your arms, and you couldn’t help but smile through your tears. It was the most painful yet incredibly beautiful moment of your life.

Wade, practically bursting with excitement, leaned in with his trademark grin and said, “Look at that! We’ve got ourselves a future superhero! And guess what? As her brand-new, totally cool uncle, I’m officially on diaper duty. I hope she’s ready for a lifetime of epic adventures and, of course, Uncle Wade’s questionable life lessons!”

You laughed softly, looking up at Wade with gratitude. “Thank you for being here,” you said, your voice filled with emotion.

At that moment, Mara, your beautiful baby girl, gave her first smile. It was a tiny, precious glimpse into her future, and it melted your heart.

As you looked at her, a thought crossed your mind: hopefully, things won’t get too crazy, and she won’t inherit Logan’s more intense abilities. But if she does, you reassured yourself that Wade would be right there, ready to help and teach her with his usual mix of humor and unconventional wisdom.

[jihyocentric]

today i offer you mohyo!

-

“why won’t you pick up the phone?!”

the scream of a question can be heard from sana’s room, and perhaps even the neighbors had heard it through the thick walls of their apartments. momo was rarely loud, which compensated for sana’s lack of quiet, but the constant buzzing and ringing of sana’s phone had been disturbing her through her movie, enough to make her snap.

it was even more rare for the device not to be on sana’s hand all the time, given sana’s need to be persistently online, yet the phone was left on a counter at the kitchen, far from sana and closer to momo.

“because it’s her!” sana screams as she answers back, huffing as she finished her makeup with way too much blush on her cheeks.

that night, sana had a date. it’s not like the date was meant for her to know more about the girl who had asked her out — the both of them had other intentions, clearly, which was why they’d meet up at a club. after breaking up with jihyo, sana has had quite a few dates, all of which ended up on only one thing, indicating that sana was still her same old self, as if jihyo was never even there.

looking back to when she was still with jihyo, sana really thought she’d eventually fall for her. jihyo was complicated — but sana found her to be lovable. she was the first girl who sana called ‘girlfriend’, all because, for some reason, she couldn’t just have a one night stand with her, and they kept repeating their first night together until eventually jihyo decided that sana was her girlfriend.

now, after no longer than two months of their breakup, with sana aware that jihyo knew, somehow, that she had a date, sana regrets not rejecting her. deeply so, flushed not only because of the excessive makeup on her cheeks, but because she was angry.

momo pauses her movie, grunting as she hears sana’s annoying ringtone for the nth time. “she’s calling again!”

“sanaaaaaaa.” jihyo cries, impatiently waiting for sana to answer her calls.

she had parked her car in front of sana’s building, a familiar place that jihyo was no longer allowed to enter. despite granting sana’s wish of sending jihyo away and forbidding jihyo of paying sana a ‘visit’, the doorman still pitied the young girl, pretending he didn’t see her car parked where it wasn’t supposed to.

jihyo had been crying since morning. it became routine after sana left her — jihyo woke up, thought about sana, wondered why her girlfriend had been acting so mean, and wept until she found enough comfort to go on with her day, pretending to everybody, including her own friends, that she and sana had never broken up.

jihyo couldn’t understand why sana had left her. part of the reason why that happened was the idealization she had of sana's love for her, which was fueled by sana, who even told jihyo nobody had ever made her feel what jihyo made her feel. sana wasn’t lying then, her feelings for jihyo were genuine, and they might have evolved into something stronger if only they were meant to be. that wasn’t the case, and while jihyo fell harder, sana kept losing her interest on her.

the rejection was unbearable. truly so, to the point jihyo rejected being rejected. sana definitely didn’t mean all the things she had been saying to jihyo lately, and she certainly didn’t mean to break up with her. they were perfect together, the campus’ perfect couple. it didn’t matter if their relationship had only lasted a little over six months and that sana had been going out with other women. she is just confused, jihyo believed. sana would go back to her.

jihyo anxiously moves one of her legs, putting weight on her knee, the leg bobbing incessantly as she waited. for a period of time, jihyo has her forehead against the wheel of her car, breathing slowly as she tried to prevent the tears from coming, but the more she waited, the more heartbroken she was.

the buzzing of her phone stops, and jihyo is about to dial sana’s number again, but then there’s a voice coming through the speakers.

“if you don’t get this call, i’ll get it for you!” momo huffs, unusually annoyed.

“i don’t care!” sana shouts from her room.

sana did the extraordinary — she was starting to piss momo off. momo stands up, loudly threatening sana to tell her ex where she’d be for the night (or part of it), and sana takes perhaps too long to understand momo’s intent behind answering the call. her feet make a harsh sound as she rushes out of her room, and momo was about to take her phone when she appears in the kitchen.

“momo, no!” sana chastises.

“it’s been a whole hour of this! you could’ve muted it!” momo says, evidently upset.

“momo,” sana’s eyes widen. she tries to get her phone from momo’s hands, but momo turns around and sana ends up hugging her, still trying to snatch it from her roommate’s hands. “momo, you can’t pick this up! she’ll ruin my night, stop it!”

momo ignores sana’s pleas. “she ruined my movie!”

before sana can do anything to stop momo, her phone stops ringing and they hear a whimper. instant regret is what momo feels, because she wasn’t really trying to snitch on sana, but now she was on a call with her ex, and the girl was clearly crying from the sounds of it.

“hey, uh…” momo starts, trying to remember her name. she remembers sana used to call her ji, but that couldn’t be her full name, so momo resorts to another approach. “pretty girl.”

“sana?” jihyo rushes to pick her phone from the dashboard of the car, hands shaking. to her, the few words she’d heard had been nothing but a rhythmic pattern of sound. in her pitiful state, she couldn’t tell that the person wasn’t sana.

momo shakes her head, as if jihyo could see her. “momo. so, cutie, sana can’t answer the phone right now. she asked me to tell you that, uhh…”

sana panics, letting go of the tight hug to face momo, silently begging her not to tell jihyo where she was going. she was already trying to imagine how it would be to tell her date that they couldn’t go to their desired location because her crazy ex would follow her anywhere. perhaps sana would just have to cancel it at last minute, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself because of jihyo.

momo clears her throat. “s-she… she’s sick!” she bursts out with the affirmation. “she’s resting in bed, so she can’t talk to you.”

“really?” jihyo sniffs. she has her arms crossed, eyes red and puffy from crying, disappointed because she wouldn’t get to see sana. “it’s nothing serious, right? will she be okay?”

“it’s very contagious!” momo explains.

sana looks at her with a reprimanding face, not fond of where that conversation with her ex was going. at least she was free from jihyo. for that, sana was relieved.

“contagious?” jihyo pouts, her heart aching from imagining sana suffering in bed.

“oh, yes. very. but i’m taking care of her, so you shouldn’t worry. she will talk to you soon!” momo laughs when sana grimaces.

jihyo’s heart races. it had been too long since sana willingly spoke with her. “she… she will?”

“uhh, sure! hehe.” momo fakes out a laugh, knowing sana wanted to end her right there and then. “i have to go now.”

“okay.” jihyo sighs. “tell her i miss her. and… that i wish she recovers fast.”

“will do,” momo replies. “bye bye.”

sana steals her phone back as soon as momo hangs up, her breathing heavy from the slight fear of momo messing up built up in her stomach.

“you owe me one.” momo declares. “she will stop calling and she thinks you’re staying at home.”

“did you have to add that it was contagious?” sana asks, still mad at momo.

“i saved your night and that’s what you’re thinking about?” momo complains, walking away from sana. as she was already in the kitchen, it wouldn’t hurt to grab a snack to eat while watching her movie. “so ungrateful.”

it was time for jihyo to give up and leave. sana wouldn’t have her date and jihyo wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so there was no point in staying, waiting for nothing to happen.

no tears were left inside of her to keep crying, so jihyo spent a couple of minutes drying her face and reapplying her makeup, uncertain of where she’d be heading to now that sana was unavailable. meeting up with her friends was always an option — a way better one than returning to the loneliness of her own apartment.

jihyo checks her appearance through the rearview of her car. she still looked good, but it was evident that she had cried. the tear stains were quickly covered with powder, but her eyes remained puffy, and it would take a while for them to look normal again.

as she considers finding her friends and having a good time that night, jihyo notices someone familiar leaving the building in front of her.

“sana…” jihyo mutters.

it was her. sana, with her phone against her ear, wearing the jacket jihyo had failed to steal before they broke up. sana looked beautiful — she looked beautiful for another person, and she had just lied to her.

jihyo grabs her purse and the car keys, her heart pounding, both hurt and angry, making her way to sana before she got to call a cab or whatever the person she was calling was.

sana wants to evaporate the moment she sees jihyo in front of her. that was new — jihyo had been waiting outside, it seemed. not that it surprised sana that she would do something like that, but it was definitely not something she had expected to happen that particular night.

“i see you’re sick.” it’s the first thing jihyo says.

the tone of her voice is impolite and coated with rage, and sana considers running back inside and making momo fix the situation she had created. but sana didn’t owe jihyo anything, and so, she decides she won’t allow jihyo to really ruin her night.

“why are you here?” sana asks, coming out harsher than she’d ever been with jihyo. unfortunately, her date hadn’t picked up the call, so there was nothing sana could do to avoid speaking to jihyo.

the hostility seems to be enough to make jihyo lose her posture. it had always been easy, to make jihyo lose her bravado and look like nothing but a spoiled little girl who couldn’t bear to not have what she wanted. that’s how sana saw her, jihyo knows. sana wasn’t wrong, and jihyo also knew that, but she still wanted sana, even when it made her look like a fool.

“because you’re my girlfriend.” jihyo answers. “you can’t go on dates with others when you already have me.”

“i broke up with you, two months ago.” sana says, with her jaw locked. “if you follow me, i’ll make you regret. i’m so serious, jihyo, you’re…”

“why can’t you take me on a date instead?” jihyo suddenly asks, ignoring sana’s last comment. she didn’t mean that anyway, jihyo was sure. “these girls will never give you what i can give you. you will never love them, sana.”

“and i’ll never love you.” sana sighs, frustrated. “that’s why we broke up. i don’t love you. i never did and never will. i made it clear from the beginning that i wasn’t looking for that.”

jihyo shakes her head. “but you said you liked me, that the feeling was new to you. we were starting to…”

sana phone rings again, interrupting the younger girl in front of her. this time, sana wants to answer the call — because it wasn’t jihyo.

“forget what we had.” sana asks, too cold with her words. “leave me alone.”

when sana walks away, jihyo wants to run to her. her legs don’t move and sana is already entering another street when jihyo lets her words really sink in. they had hurt her more than hearing from sana that she wanted to break up with her, and still jihyo wanted sana.

it doesn’t take longer than another week of jihyo pretending they were still together for sana to decide that she wasn’t going to deal with her anymore.

“it’s worse to let her know i don’t care about her than blocking her.” sana explains to momo, unblocking jihyo on all of her social media accounts. “i have a plan. and you are helping me.”

“me? why?” momo suddenly pays attention to sana. she’d been barely listening to her, too busy cooking lunch for them to hear what sana had to say about her ex.

“because you picked up the phone last week and everything went wrong. you owe me something.” sana states. “so now you’re dealing with her. i’ll tell the doorman she can come any time she wants, but it’s you who’s going to talk to her. i won’t be here when she arrives.”

momo stirs the meat in the pan, considering stealing a piece for a small taste. “how would you know when she’s coming?”

“she always comes when she knows i’m going out. so i’ll leave earlier than i usually do, and because she will have access to the apartment, she’ll come here.” sana says, as if she had thought about it for long enough to have the details planned out. “all you have to do is keep her here for a while, that way she won’t follow me. if we keep doing that, maybe she’ll give up.”

“she didn’t follow you last week, though. maybe she’s starting to accept the breakup.” momo gives in and grabs a piece of meat, sneakily putting it in her mouth before sana can look away from the phone to focus on her.

sana sighs. “that’s only because we had a fight. she was upset, but she’s not anymore. it’s like a loop. she keeps coming back even when i hurt her.”

“so you’ll have a date outside and i’ll have a date inside,” momo jokes, accepting her own fate. “does she like video games?”

sana raises an eyebrow at momo’s mention of her having a ‘date’ with her ex. “i never asked. she doesn’t seem like the type of girl who does.”

momo shrugs. “i’ll find something to do with her.”

jihyo feels like something is wrong the moment her entry in sana’s building isn’t denied. everything seemed odd from the moment sana was no longer blocking her on social media — jihyo should feel happy, because now she gets to see sana’s posts again, but it’s almost as if sana was putting an end to them for good, and jihyo just didn’t know how.

it’s nighttime when she gets there. it’s usually around that time that sana would go out. sana did it every week, unable to stay at home, as if her nights out were the only moments of genuine joy in her week. jihyo never understood that part of sana — her need to party, to meet new people, and her incapability of committing to someone instead of having one night stands.

if the obsession hadn’t corrupted her mind, jihyo would know that sana wasn’t the right person for her. they were nothing alike. what she has always wanted for her life was never what sana wished to have for hers. to have a stable relationship, to get married eventually and have kids when it was the right time.

and it’s not like jihyo wanted to keep getting hurt, but even when sana told her clearly that she’d never love her, something still made jihyo not give up, pulling her towards sana like a magnet — it was both hope that sana would magically realize that she loves her and that they’d be happy once that happened, and something else. something jihyo had yet to figure out.

it’s not sana who answers the door. it’s momo — jihyo remembers her name. sana’s roommate. she couldn’t tell, but momo was sweating, because she’d promised sana to keep jihyo inside for an hour, but now that she’s face to face with her, momo hardly know what to say or what to do with her.

“ji…” momo stops to think, attempting to remember her name once again. sana had said it a couple of times that day, and yet all momo could remember was the ‘ji’. “soo? jisoo?”

“jihyo.” she smiles, sweet. “can i talk to sana?”

it’s when jihyo crosses her arms, with a purse dangling from her elbow and faint pink on her cheeks, that momo notices she’s prettier than she’d expected. momo has seen her before, of course, but never that close, and she was never bothered enough about sana’s girlfriend to pay attention to her. that was sana’s girl, after all. there was no point, back then, to give her any special attention.

but jihyo wasn’t sana’s anymore, so momo was allowed to look at her the way she was unconsciously doing. ogling her from head to toe, licking her lips when she notices how short jihyo’s skirt was, sighing when she stops herself from staring at her any further, or else jihyo would think she was a creep and sana’s plan would go to ashes.

“come in, jihyo.” momo invites.

unaware of the fact that momo had just checked her out, jihyo steps inside, nervous because she believed sana was there.

if momo had any worries about not having what to do with jihyo, they were all gone as soon as jihyo turned around, with her arms still crossed, hands rubbing her own arms as if she was cold, giving momo an even better sight of her cleavage slightly squeezed by her arms.

momo had been the best friend sana could ask for, really. she deserved a treat, and there was an interesting way momo could help both sana and herself simultaneously.

“sana is out, jihyo,” momo announces after closing the door. that way, maybe jihyo wouldn’t find an excuse to leave so quickly. “but would you mind making me some company until she arrives?”

nothing about momo made jihyo want to refuse the request — nothing but her friend, sana, who probably had her hands inside a random girl’s pants by that time. jihyo considers leaving, but she had nothing to do at home. and then she considers staying, which sounded more reasonable to her than leaving after being there for half a minute.

“…it’s because i cook when i’m anxious. and when i’m happy. or sad. i cook a lot. but sana doesn’t eat at home often and i can’t eat it all by myself, so i give everything i make to the neighbors…”

jihyo listens attentively as momo shares a story with her, on her third glass of wine, seemingly forgetting about the fact that she would have to drive later. jihyo didn’t want to stay for too long, at first. she had stayed because she was far too polite not to, but she ends up having dinner with momo, and then she finds herself watching a movie and drinking with her, as if they were on a date.

“…but the granny from an apartment downstairs has a very jealous husband,” momo pouts as she speaks, making jihyo laugh, already imagining what was about to come. “he thought i was flirting with her because i kept giving them the desserts i made, but i only gave those to them because she is nice! he was so loud telling me to have respect for the elders that i think the entire floor heard him.” she whines. “that cheesecake was delicious! it was his loss, honestly.”

without even realizing, jihyo had forgotten about sana. momo did that effortlessly, being funny and flirty, giving her something sana had never given her. a proper date — even though jihyo didn’t see whatever that was as a date. they were only strangers who shared one thing in common.

sana. jihyo was there for sana, until she was there for momo’s stories, the relaxed voiced that came out hoarsely after a couple drinks, and the bold hand subtly touching her knee, without a mere announcement or request — momo was touching her, palming her warm skin that was bare from wearing a skirt, as if they weren’t just acquaintances.

“i can understand why he would think you were flirting with her,” jihyo laughs softly, leaving the nearly empty glass at the center table. “you are very flirty.”

momo smiles, the movie long forgotten as she sits facing jihyo. her hand never moves away. “you think so?”

jihyo nods slowly, cheeks flushed due to the alcohol. “are you flirting with me now?”

momo had noticed from the moment she saw her — jihyo’s eyes were big. they were the prettiest she had ever seen, sparkling brighter the more she laughed. at the back of momo’s head, where there weren’t any thoughts about moving her hand higher, she wondered how sana didn’t fall for jihyo, even after dating her for months. it had only been an hour and momo felt like she had. or perhaps she was blinded by a filthy need located everywhere but in her head, unable to think straight.

“maybe.” momo replies. “would you like that?”

jihyo watches, feels, as the hand moves, going under her skirt. “i…”

“i love this!”

it’s amusing — momo has a subtle smile on her lips, wondering if they would receive any complaints about the noise.

jihyo was loud. maybe that was only a consequence of the lack of sana, but momo was hardly doing anything and jihyo was on the edge once again.

before momo had her like that, impaled on her cock, riding her with sheer enthusiasm, loudly whining and making sure to vocalize how good momo was for her, how good she felt inside, how she’d never taken anyone bigger, taking the girl to her room had been difficult. jihyo kissed like she’d never been kissed before, hungry and messy, as if she had no coordination at all, and now she rode her just the same.

momo coos, wanting to ask jihyo if that was what she really needed — if taking her cock was all she needed to forget her obsession with sana, wondering what jihyo’s answer would’ve been then, when almost all of her length was inside of the smaller girl who stubbornly attempted to take more cock than she could.

“b… big, momo,” jihyo mutters, reciting the only things she could possibly think about, her ex’s best friend and the way she stretched her up. “a-again, i’m… i-i’m… momo!”

labored breaths, tiny shrieks of pleasure and a sweet voice chanting momo’s name fills the room again. at that point, momo doubted that the neighbors would have the compassion not to complain about the noise, but caring about it the last thing momo thinks about, especially when jihyo was making herself come yet another time on her cock, still riding her hard as if refusing to cease to a stop.

“won’t you give yourself a rest, pretty girl?” momo asks. the noise that comes out of jihyo’s mouth as an answer doesn’t quite meet momo’s ears before jihyo is crashing into her, desperately finding her lips, and then momo’s tongue is playing with jihyo’s, as if guiding her into a brief change of pace, slowing down to be able to kiss jihyo properly.

jihyo pulls away. her hair, that had once been neat and perfectly styled into waves, is now messy, contributing to her disheveled appearance. she’s the prettiest girl momo had ever seen, truly, and momo almost blows her load when she remembers she was still inside of her. and jihyo was impossibly tight, gripping her length like she had never taken a cock before, rolling hips slowly as she recovered from reaching her peak, about to keep riding.

momo can’t think of anyone that had been that excited to ride her — she has had a good amount of girls, not as much as sana, but enough to know that jihyo was something else. being a good friend really paid off, momo concludes, if that was what she got from giving sana a hand. momo brings her hands to jihyo’s bare tits, squeezing the abundant flesh and sighing, muttering a ‘thank you, sana’ only in her head.

“you’re just too needy, aren’t you?” momo’s eyes travel down jihyo’s body, sighing when she finds jihyo’s heels still on her feet. they had been way too busy with each other’s lips before to notice jihyo had forgotten to take them off. a hand slips lower and a thumb stops lazily over jihyo’s clit, rubbing it with no effort, just so to make jihyo tremble on top of her. “get on your fours, pretty.”

it’s only when jihyo presents herself on her hands and knees that momo understands how blessed she had really been. jihyo is quickly filled again, letting a small gasp escape from her lips as she received momo again.

“s-so full…” jihyo whines mindlessly, face buried against momo’s pillow.

“that’s all you needed, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” momo taunts, in a way jihyo wouldn’t understand — mocks her for going after sana when all she needed was that. a big dick filling her up. and jihyo nods, being good, despite only being interested on the way momo held her hips and thrusted into her deliciously deep, making her see stars with how hard she closed her eyes.

if momo had been idle before, letting jihyo have fun bouncing on her lap and making herself come, she’s nothing like that when she has jihyo on her fours. she’s rude, holding her hips with little to no care, bending jihyo against the bed so that her face was kept against the pillow, ass still up for her.

that kind of treatment cleans jihyo’s mind completely, reducing her to nothing but the pleasure between her thighs. momo gives her everything she didn’t know she needed, making her helpless underneath her, clawing at the sheets and moaning prettily. she truly relishes in the way jihyo’s noises overlapped the constant squeaking of the bed, laughing softly when jihyo started to cover her own mouth, apparently noticing she was being too loud.

carelessly, momo gets so utterly entertained with the plaything she had gotten for the night, that the idea of using protection doesn’t cross her mind. not even when she’s coming inside jihyo, over and over again, does momo think about further consequences. it would be worth it, though — momo knows, enjoying every second of being inside sana’s ex and coming undone inside of her.

momo is still sleeping when jihyo leaves.

she’s incredibly sore, a result of momo’s rough handling, and her head aches as she begins to remember everything she’d done with her. the pain makes sense, considering that momo had spent a good amount of time forcing her face down on her cock to fuck her mouth and pulling her hair as if jihyo giving herself for her wasn’t enough — momo had to take.

and momo did, so hard that jihyo whimpered putting on her clothes, or some of them, because she couldn’t find her bra. jihyo steals a leather jacket momo had somewhere on a busy corner of her room, needing to cover herself and her shame with something, anything, cheeks red when she glances at momo one more time before she has to go.

jihyo was so busy focusing on walking properly despite the pain on her thighs that she doesn’t notice she’s walking into sana.

the bump startles her — sana is at the living room, not giving any access to an exit, with her arms crossed, shocked to find jihyo there.

what was worse was that jihyo looked like she’d just been attacked, from how messy she looked. with fresh hickeys adorning her neck, a hair that desperately needed to be brushed back into place and the jacket covering the wrinkled clothes, jihyo was nothing like her usual neat self.

“you… what are you…” sana fails to form a sentence.

“i-i… g-good morning! i n-need to go,” jihyo’s eyes never meet hers. she looks down to the ground, but sana can still see how flushed she is.

jihyo all but runs away from sana, and it’s the first time in months that sana being in front of her doesn’t make her heart race. jihyo’s heart still beats fast, but it’s because she’s shy, ashamed and still thinking about her night momo, not because sana was next to her.

while jihyo does her best to go home in safety, wanting to evaporate after seeing sana, sana keeps still right where she was. for minutes, long minutes of heavy breathing and thinking, she tries to understand what had just happened. sana tries hard to keep her cool, but she ends up storming into momo’s room and waking her up with a pillow being thrown on her face.

“eh?!” momo sits up confusedly. much to sana’s relief, she was wearing clothes.

“you fucked her.” sana accuses, harsh with her voice. “i told you to keep her distracted, not to fuck her!”

momo yawns, understanding what was going on. “why is that such a big deal?” she asks.

“she’s my ex, momo. my ex!” sana gets the pillow again, hitting momo with it a second time.

“but i was gentle!” momo lies, attempting to dodge the pillow — and failing.

sana seems to get angrier when momo mentions being gentle, screaming as loud as jihyo had done all night long as she cursed momo, except that now the neighbors witnessed sheer anger instead of pleasure.

“oooh, at least she’s cute.” nayeon teases as jihyo scrolled through momo’s photos on social media. “will you check the test now, mommy?”

jihyo bites her lips, still staring at her screen, hands trembling the more she saw of momo’s face. “it’s not funny, unnie.”

“but it is!” nayeon laughs, bumping her hand into jihyo’s shoulder playfully. “come on, this is hilarious. you’re having a baby with hirai momo. that’s literally the dumbest jock you could’ve ever picked. but she might be hottest too, so i’ll let that slide. the baby will be smart if they’re like you.”

“we don’t know that yet!” jihyo whines, considering to see the results of the pregnancy test, but she was far too afraid of what she would find. “and she’s not dumb. never say that again.”

nayeon coos. “already defending her like a girlfriend, i see.”

jihyo ignores nayeon, nervously grabbing the test away from the center table, holding it with her shaky hands. “i’ll do it now.”

a couple of weeks after sleeping with momo, jihyo had woken up on the verge of throwing up, nauseated despite keeping a balanced diet. there was nothing that could have gotten her sick, really. so when the days passed and jihyo kept throwing up, sometimes the moment she woke up, other times due to certain scents, jihyo became sure that something was not right — and maybe she’d even contributed to that, purposefully not taking a pill or asking momo to use a condom.

“i still can’t believe you let her come inside.” nayeon makes a comment, still trying to push jihyo’s buttons. it was for jihyo’s own good, really, as keeping her angry was better than letting her get anxious or even sad.

jihyo hardly hears what nayeon says. “unnie… it’s positive.”

the doorbell isn’t heard by momo, who’s busy trying to make boo, her puppy, keep ribbons on his head, quietly mumbling something about him going to her feed. sana opens the door mindlessly, not even checking who the person was, as some of the neighbors showed up there from time to time in order to give them (mostly momo) food and sweets, so that was what she was expecting to find.

unfortunately, it was jihyo, her worst nightmare, standing in front of her.

“not again…” sana sighs, ready to throw a speech about how she wasn’t jihyo’s girlfriend anymore and that jihyo shouldn’t go after her like a crazy stalker. “jihyo, you-”

“is momo home?” jihyo asks, rather shyly, almost unable to look at sana in the eye. she was still ashamed about the ‘walk of shame’ she’d done in front of sana out of all people, still reminiscing the moment.

just as jihyo makes her question, momo appears behind sana, curious to know who sana was speaking to, happy when she sees jihyo by the door.

“hyo!” momo exclaims sweetly, pushing sana away to see jihyo. that way, sana was left behind and momo was able to greet her properly, with a kiss on the cheek.

“hi… momo,” jihyo laughs awkwardly, suddenly not good with words anymore. sana was still there, jihyo knew, but she didn’t know how to announce a pregnancy, and the waiting had gotten her impatient. she had to say it already, tell momo what she had done. “i’m pregnant.”

at first, there’s silence.

jihyo looks at them — momo first, and then she acknowledges that sana was still there, getting even more flushed, realizing that she had just told sana that her roommate had gotten her pregnant.

“what?!” sana is the first one to break the silence.

“that’s awesome!” momo’s voice follows sana’s.

it’s clear that sana knows what was going on, but momo seemed to be thinking that maybe the baby was someone else’s. perhaps jihyo was only there to tell that to sana because sana was her ex, therefore her knowing about it made a lot of sense — it’s what momo believes at first, even going in for a hug with jihyo, as if she was congratulating her.

“momo…” jihyo calls, making momo pull away from her. “it’s yours. we didn’t… uh… we…” jihyo clears her throat. “the baby is yours.”

momo thinks she might faint. “cool. cool!”

“cool?!” sana tightens her fists, incredibly upset, because not only did momo get her ex pregnant, but that was how she reacted.

“are you okay?” jihyo palms momo’s face, worried as momo had gotten suddenly pale.

jihyo’s soft voice is the last thing momo hears before she faints — even before sana can make her, and she really wanted to. cool, momo thinks one last time before everything is black.

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

Hear me out: Johnny Depp who didn't know he had a child

Johnny Depp, who had gotten you pregnant from a one night stand.

Johnny Depp, who you had no way to contact after it happened. You went through all of it alone, giving birth to a healthy baby girl.

Johnny Depp, who 2 years later shows up at your door after you had put your daughter to bed. He looks at you with the most heartbroken expression, "You didn't tell me I had a kid.." He says softly, but his words are coming out almost broken, tears threatening to spill.

Johnny Depp, who after talking with him a bit, you decide to let him be a part of your daughter's life.

Johnny Depp, who's the best damn dad. Plays with your daughter, holds her, feeds her, everything. She wants to play Barbies with him? He's all in. She wants to paint his nails? He'll tell her how beautiful it looks after she's done.

Johnny Depp, who after a few months, watches your daughter for the night while you go out on a date. Who tells you how gorgeous you look before you leave, who doesn't know why he's feeling so jealous at the thought of another man being on a date with you, if he'll hold your hand, if you'll kiss him, if you'll do more with him. You had one night of lust with him, why is he jealous?

Johnny Depp, who's still at your house when you get home. Your daughter's already asleep, and he's asking how your date was, jealousy coursing through his veins. And when you go on about how nice the guy is, how handsome he is, his resolve wears thin.

Johnny Depp, who tells you how he hates the idea of you going on dates with another man, how your one night together was more to him than he let on, especially after spending time with his daughter, and with you. Who you get into a small argument with, because you think he's better off dating models and actresses.

Johnny Depp, who after you cool down from your argument, decides to give you a taste of your own medicine, who taunts the idea of him going out and hooking up with whoever. You, who's feeling that same burn of jealousy in your veins.

Johnny Depp, who takes it too far (because he's stupid), genuinely pissing you off. You, who makes an excuse about going to check up on your daughter to get away from him.

Johnny Depp, who after you're gone for a few minutes, goes to check on you. You, who's sitting on the little sofa in your daughter's room, a softer look on your face. "Are you alright?" He asks quietly, careful not to disturb your daughter, as he sits next to you.

Johnny Depp, who puts his arm around you gently as you talk about how you're scared of how everything is changing. How before it was just you and your daughter, then he showed up. How you're happy that your daughter finally has a father figure, but that your jealous outburst just proved that he's breaking down the walls you'd spent years carefully constructing. "You have that effect on me, and that's terrifying." You whispered to him.

Johnny Depp, who knows that the dynamic between you and him is shifting, and that tonight was just the catalyst.

Johnny Depp, who brushes your hair out of your face, who shifts closer to you, your faces mere inches apart. Who tells you that no other woman has made him feel the way you make him feel, how he wishes he could've been there during your pregnancy, during the birth of your daughter, during all the parenting up until this point, but that now he's here to witness and be apart of every little milestone for the rest of your daughter's life.

Johnny Depp, who presses his lips against yours so softly, so lovingly, that everything just falls into place, that you stop fighting the feelings you knew were already consuming you.

Johnny Depp, who's no longer just the father of your child, but the love of your life.

Johnny Depp, who- after your daughter wishes for a younger sibling for her 4th birthday- wastes absolutely no time in trying for a baby with you that night.

Johnny Depp, who this time around, is fully present. Who doesn't miss a single little milestone in your pregnancy. The first time you can hear your baby's heartbeat, he's there, completely amazed. When you find out it's a boy, he cries a little, overwhelmed by the thought of raising a little boy with you. The first time you can feel the baby move, he's already got his hands on your stomach, gently feeling the soft kicks of your unborn baby.

Johnny Depp, who's fully preparing your daughter to become a good older sister when the baby gets closer to arriving.

Johnny Depp, who's so supportive during labor, who gets you anything you need, who holds your hand and whispers praises while you're pushing his son out.

Johnny Depp, who's unashamedly crying when he gets to hold his son, finally getting the true experience that he didn't get with his daughter.

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Anything For You // Chris Sturniolo

Summary: You just went through a terrible breakup leaving you completely broken inside. You turn to the triplets as your only comfort. Chris is heartbroken seeing you in the state you are and does anything he can to help.

Content warnings: 18 + , Chris x y/n, fluff, smut, depression/heavy emotions, penetration, fem!reader, pet names, some language

Note: This is a oneshot and won't have any more chapters! ❤️

"I'll lose to time, I can't hold on."

"I have loved you all along."

Over the past few years the group of triplets had become a big part of her everyday. She met them at a point where things weren’t going exactly well for her. Their uplifting and genuine spirits really caused a difference in her perspective on life. She actually wanted to live, had something to live for. To see those smiling faces, watch them and their brotherly moments, see how unconditionally they loved each other. It gave her so much hope.

You can imagine how devastating it was for that feeling inside her to change when she found out her now ex cheated on her for months without her knowing. The once positive experience she had learned to have with life, came crumbling down in a matter of a few minutes. Everything had changed, she had changed. Everyone around her could see it. Her once so confident smile and loving demeanor, that the triplets had helped her build, was changed into a numb and lifeless shell. She was hopelessly in love, and now she felt nothing. And for this to happen after rebuilding her ability to love for years, was heartbreaking for everyone to watch. Especially them.

Shuffling her way through the apartment door that belonged to the three men, she kicked off her shoes and carelessly dropped her black backpack next to them. “Y/n!” She heard Matt pipe up from the trance his phone had on him in that moment. She looked over and gave him a small smile before walking over to sit next to him on the couch. She slumped down, sinking into the soft pillows. Matt was so sweet and gentle. He was the one that taught her there were actually people in the world that could be that way. That there would be nothing wrong with accepting it.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders bringing her more into him. Except this time she couldn’t feel the warmth he once brought to her. Now she just felt coldness, mainly from herself. He was still the amazing person he is, but now she couldn’t let it in. She had built up a wall so high even he couldn’t penetrate it. “How ya doin love?” He asks with his head resting on top of hers, his other hand giving assuring rubs on her arm. “Oh you know, I’m here.” She chuckled. She could feel his small sigh, likely hurt that she felt this way. Hurt for her that someone ripped away those feelings for her.

Chris came jogging from his room. “Hey kid! I thought I heard someone walk in.” He jumped and landed on the other side of her, causing the couch to move with him. “Here I got you this.” He said handing her the drink he knew she loved. A can of sprite. She couldn’t help but break a small smile. “Thank you Chris.” She popped the cap and took a small sip. “What do you want to do today? We could go get some food. What about the park, or shopping. OH WHAT AB-” “Chris! Chill bro!” Matt said in the loudest voice he could let out. Which wasn’t too loud. Chris reached over me and punched him in the chest. “I’m just trying to help dude.” Matt let out a grunt, trying to catch the breath that was just knocked out of him. “Well help a little less loud.” He struggled to get out.

Normally she would have laughed at this scene. But she just didn’t have the energy to find anything funny. Chris was the one who taught her to let herself laugh again. To be able to not care what anyone around her thought and be herself. She used to be so lively and constantly laughing with him. And it hurt him in this moment when she couldn’t even chuckle. He knew that normally she’d be at least giggling. He missed those laugh lines and scrunched up eyes that would show. And the sweet sound that was her giggle. He dropped back into the couch looking at her, his smile now gone. “Hey, y/n.” he nudged her. She was able to lift her chin to look up at the jokester of a boy, now becoming a bit more serious in this moment. “I missed you.” He smiled down at her. Reaching up he scraped his fingers against her scalp, eventually turning into him completely messing up her hair in a wild action. He then chuckled and shot up running away from her possible anger. But she had none. She just calmly reached up and fixed her hair with a sigh.

“Have you eaten today?” Matt asked giving her shoulder a small squeeze. She shook her head, looking at her hands. Getting up and holding his hands out for her to take, “Come one let’s get some food in you.” She took his hands and he pulled her up.

After having a sandwich and some chips Nick comes into the room. “Hey y/n! You guys wanna watch a movie tonight? I’ll make snacks.” He said in a cheery tone. She smiled and nodded her head, speaking the first words she has since she walked in, “I’d love that Nick.”

Nick was the one who helped her build her confidence. To not be scared of what anyone thinks, to speak her mind and be authentic with her words and thoughts. He built her up any chance he got, supporting every choice she ever made. He told her she was capable of anything she wanted and to go for it. With the past events she couldn’t help but question her choices. Now she barely even trusted herself, let alone other people. The wall she had built up around her has caused her to even keep them at arms length. But she was still trying. She knew they were good people, she knew they would never hurt her or fuck her over. Those subconscious thoughts that have been engrained into her brain now caused her to still keep her distance. She couldn’t be herself around anyone, couldn’t let anything out. Keeping it all bottled in.

Though they had no problem having her around, even in her current state. They knew she needed people like them around her right now. They helped her once, they could do it again.

It was a moment where she unknowingly let out a small giggle that Chris looked at her. It was as if it was the first time he heard her laugh in his whole life. He had forgotten the sound of it despite missing it. It seemed he was the only one who noticed it. Maybe because he was the one always trying to cause it. He loved making her laugh.

It was when he reached over and sneakily pinched one of Nicks nipples, causing him to loose it as Chris just laughed at him. “Chris I told you to stop fucking doing that! What is wrong with you! Fucking hell. Grow up.” He was so dramatic, and Chris couldn’t stop laughing at his brothers reaction. His laugh was always so infectious. Y/n didn’t even notice her own small laugh that she had let escape. They were all standing around the counter putting together snacks for the movie. Nick and Matt were still laughing as Chris’s faded off hearing her. He just looked at her, feeling a sense of adoration take over.

He didn’t realize how much he had been staring at her until she met his eyes. “What?” She asked, breaking him out of his trance. He shook his head in a small motion with his lips sucked in with a smile. “You’re just beautiful. I hate that someone took that feeling away from you. You’re so special.” He was almost whispering, no one could hear him but her. She looked into his eyes a little longer the silence almost deafening between the both of them. The sounds of Matt and Nick bickering faded into the background. Her eyes darted away at the realization of what was happening, but his never left her face. “Thank you Chris.” The soft words ringing in his ears like music. He smiled to himself and brought his attention back to what was happening on the other side of the kitchen.

“Alright, you guys ready? What movie are we watching?” Nick grabbed some of the snacks as Matt grabbed the others. She didn’t hear the decision made as Chris held his hand out to her to grab while still focusing on what his brothers were saying, adding his own opinions. She took his hand hesitantly. It’s not like it’s weird, they’re all very close. But something about letting herself open up in the slightest to allow the action of placing her hand in his was causing her mind to concave on itself. She was almost shaking. Chris could feel it in his hand as he looked back and grasping it in his own, giving an affirming squeeze. He lead her into the bedroom they all chose to watch the movie in. It was Nicks room, as he had the bigger tv.

Nick closed the black out curtains while Matt turned on the movie. Y/n took her place on the bed which happened to be between Nick and Chris. Nick placed a bowl of popcorn between her and him, he had mixed m&m’s in. He knew she loved them in her popcorn. It was just a queen sized bed so between the four of them it was tight. Chris sat on the outside of the bed. He threw an arm up behind y/n and Nick making himself comfortable. Y/n snuggled down in the blanket between the two of them. The close proximity with other people making it hard for her to fully relax, even though they’ve done this thousands of times. She was stiff and tense. Nick and Chris could feel that and noticed it. Nick reached down and grabbed her hand holding it in his at attempt to help. After 10 minutes or so of the movie playing she was finally able to slowly relax. Chris had ended up with his hand on her head, stroking her hair also doing his best to help. The combination of both kind gestures ended up being helpful.

Chris looked down as he felt her body melt into a relaxed state and smiled. He was glad she was finally warming back up bit by bit to them. Being able to be the one to help her brought so much joy to him. He caught himself staring at her again while stroking her hair in gentle motions. How had he not noticed her importance to him before? It was a new kind of loveliness that took over. Not that her being in this state is a good thing at all. But he wanted to help. He wanted to pick up every broken piece that son of a bitch cracked and glue them back together with his love. No matter how long it took.

Once the movie was over Matt got up and grabbed the empty snack bowls to bring them to the kitchen. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, I’m going to bed. Goodnight! Love ya y/n.” She picked up her head to look at him, she smiled “Good night Matty.” The sincerity in her voice saying those words cause him to grin before walking away. We were going to get her back out of this place of hopelessness.

Nick was already asleep. Of course. She started to get comfortable in his bed like she was also about to fall asleep. Chris moved his hand from her head and got up. Turning around he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey y/n. Do you wanna come sleep in my bed tonight?” She knows he hated sleeping alone, and all he wanted to do right now was cuddle some love into her. Moving her head towards him she smiled and nodded. “Of course.” She moved her way out from under Nicks blankets and picked them up to cover him.

They climbed into Chris’s bed and he covered them both with the blanket then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. He felt her tense up again, “Chris I-” “shhh you can trust me.” He leaned his head on top of hers and she relaxed. She knew she could trust him, but that didn’t make it any easier. She decided she deserved to allow herself a bit of love tonight. The action and thought of doing that was another step towards herself again. She noticed it and so did Chris. She has let him not once, not twice, but three times that day to comfort her and allow someone in.

After a while of laying there he couldn’t help himself but take in her scent. The smell of lavender and jasmine filled his nostrils. Without fully thinking he placed a light kiss on top of her head. This action confused her. She pulled herself away from him enough to look into his eyes again. She could see the love and kindness in his eyes, and he could see the uncertainty in hers. “Let me help y/n” He whispered to her. “Help what?” He placed his forehead on hers and closed his eyes. “Let me help you love again.” The whisper that left his mouth caused some kind of feeling to stir inside her. In her heart. A feeling she hadn’t been able to feel in a long time now. Warmth, a warmth that began to defrost the coldness that took over. She closed her eyes as well and leaned into the feeling that she so craved to come back to her. Hugging him tighter, he felt the acceptance. He brought a hand down to her face and nudged it up towards his. They shared one more glance into each others eyes before he slowly moved his lips down to hers forming a passionate yet gentle loving kiss.

Her grip on him tightened so she could deepen the kiss. She was too caught up in what was happening to even think about it. He explored her mouth with his as he grabbed the back of her neck pulling her closer to him as well. Their bodies molded into each other. His leg found its way between hers so he could easily roll over to hover over her. He broke the kiss looking into her eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at them. He wanted to see the life come back into them, he wanted to witness her letting go again. The moment he saw it, because it was there as she looked back into his, he crashed his mouth back onto hers. She let out a moan as he moved his kisses down her jaw and to her neck. “Let go baby, just let it all go.” As he said this into her neck, she let her head fall back into the pillow. The feeling of his skin on hers, his grip on her waist, his mouth moving over her body all becoming so much.

She felt her shirt moving up so she lifted herself to help him remove it. Hands massaged her breasts and his mouth moved down to take one in his mouth. The contact causing her breath to hitch. She could feel a heat coming over her lower area as his hands roamed down her waist. The whimper that escaped her mouth as his hands reached the hem of her shorts drove him wild. He wanted to pull any sound from her that he could. He wanted all that silence from earlier to become vocal. He wanted to make her moan, whimper, laugh, cry. Anything he could get he was going to pull it out.

She watched as he pulled his own shirt over his head before returning his hands to the outside of her shorts. Leaning a hand next to her head his adventuring hand found itself on her now wet area. He rubbed his hand over it, bringing a whimper. “Is this okay? I can stop.”

She shook her head, “Please don’t stop.” Her hands moved to his shoulders digging her fingers into them. He let out a groan at the pressure. He reached down and removed her shorts and underwear, as well as his own. Looking down at her he took one of his hands to her stomach and rubbed it up between her breasts and back down. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful y/n.” His words putting her more at ease. Every compliment and touch he gave rang in her ears like an alarm waking her up again. She reached to him and pulled him back down to her, kissing him with more enthusiasm than anything she’s done in days.

He pulled her hips closer to his and she felt his tip rub at her entrance. It sat there for a moment as he went to rub circles on her clit to ease the discomfort of pushing himself inside her. The pressure started to build as he moved more inside of her. “Ugh, Chris. Move faster.” She just wanted it. She wanted to feel more. She needed to feel more.

“Anything for you angel.” With that he quickly pushed into her causing a yelp that turned into a whimper. “More.” She demanded. He was so happy to give her more. His pumps intensified. Faster and harder. Her moans filled the air like a symphony to him. He couldn’t stop or even slow down. “Harder!” She moaned loudly. So he went harder. He listened to every demand she made, building both of their releases. “Oh fuck, I’m almost there” Her whimper bringing him to his as well. “Let it go baby. Let it go.” He grunted in her ear.

And she did let it go. Her release came over her like a high. The tears that built up in her eyes rolled over and down her cheeks in the intensity of the moment. He pulled himself out at his own release quickly grabbing his shirt he discarded on the bed and cumming into it. He threw it aside before landing back over her. Her tears filled the air, her cries of release. Not only from the pleasure, but the tension it took away from her left her in relief of the emotions she’s had building up over the past week. He landed himself next to her and immediately pulled her into him and she cried into his shoulders. “There we go. I knew you could do it.” Placing a tender kiss on her head. She wrapped her arms around him and kept crying until she was dried up. “Thank you Chris.” She sighed into his neck. He smiled down at her, “All for you love. Anything for you. I’m happy I could help. I love you.” She looked up at him, all feeling returned to her. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Why are you laughing?” Her own chuckle coming out. “I don’t know. I just knew I’d be the one to make you feel something again.” She hit his arm. “Cocky bastard.” She laughed leaning into his chest.

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“There’s that laugh I always love.” He smiled to himself holding her in his arms as if he was protecting her from everything that could hurt her. “I love you too Chris.” Was the last thing he heard before they drifted off to sleep.

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | seventeen.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.1k

—chapter content/warnings: nothing too much for this chapter, cussing, crying, unloading lots of feelings, mostly oc x san centered, the start of turning a new leaf..

—a/n: merry christmas & happy new year, my loves! 🤍 the upcoming updates may be slower / may not be posted on time during my usual schedule just because i'm a little behind on where i wanna be with blue side. <33 there will probably be 5 more chapters left + 3 more cloudy days so we are slowly reaching the end! thank you for supporting me throughout this journey, you have no idea how much i appreciate you all. 🥰

San honestly doesn't think he's ever driven this fast in his life. But, as soon as he picked up your call and heard how distressed you were— he panicked. He races over to the floral shop as safely as possible, pulling up to a spot near the alley. When he jiggles the door knob, he realizes it's locked. He peeks in and doesn't see you in clear view; though, he does catch wind of something hitting the floor and shattering to pieces.

"Y/N?" He turns the corner and heads towards the back door, following the noise. He finally catches sight of your figure, back door slightly ajar. Your bent over on the counter before shoving the small vase next to you onto the floor. "Woah, Y/N. Hey." San says, pushing his way through the door. You don't hear him, or maybe you just don't seem to care right at this moment, but San calls for you again when he finds you tossing another piece to the floor. "Y/N." He says a little more sternly while gently grabbing at your arm. "You'll hurt yourself, please stop. Talk to me." Once you're able to let San's voice sink in, it finally pulls you out of the trance you were in.

"Sannie." You look at him before digging yourself into his arms, crying against his chest.

"Hey, what happened? Talk to me." San repeats, eyeing the mess on the floor— your broken pottery projects lying everywhere in pieces. "You're gonna hurt yourself, let's get you away from this." He says, navigating you through the broken parts until you hit the counter where the register is. You press your back against the edge and slide down to the floor, crying into your hands some more. "Y/N, it's gonna be okay." San says as he sits next to you on the floor and pulls you into arms again. 

"Sannie, they really hid it from me."

"Hid what?" San is asking a true, genuine question. Because again, he only knows the surface details of the accident. He only knows the surface of your breakup with Minho. He truthfully doesn't know what ensued before, during and even after— now. And even though you are heartbroken and torn about your friends, it feels a bit relieving to hear San question you.

At least you weren't the only single person in the dark. It felt like you were.

"Everything. They hid everything from me." You repeat, finally able to look San in the eye. You wipe away at the straggling tears, feeling like you could breathe for a moment. Maybe this was needed, maybe it was warranted. 

"Elaborate whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." And so you take another deep breath before relaying exactly what Minho said about you two. You started from the beginning, outlining how you met in high school and got close. How Minho ended up confessing his feelings for you during your junior year. Your blossoming relationship.

San nods. He listens. He hears you.

Then, you've turned to the sad parts. How Minho said he felt like you two had run its course. How he was truly infatuated by Kat, leaving you out of pure curiosity. How you've taken so long to rebuild that trust when he came back to work things out— just for it to come crumbling down again.

Felt much like the clouds that take over the blue sky when it's getting ready to rain. To storm.

"That night of the accident." You pause, letting out another shaky breath as you sniffle and fiddle with your fingers. San gives your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, nodding for you to continue on. "We got into an argument because Kat had texted him for help with something. I-I didn't really let him explain what it was about because I was so angry. I blew up. I assumed. I didn't wanna be there so I left." You look at San. "It makes sense now, you know? I remember seeing her at the café being all upset and Minho had to take her outside to talk."

"Yeah, I remember that." San adds softly.

"He had been seeing her even while I was in the hospital. Until after." You shake your head. "God, I feel so dumb for letting my feelings take over. I should've pressed on this more."

"No, don't blame yourself. He should've just told you." You sigh. 

"San. I still feel like I played a part in this because I let it happen." Your bottom lip pokes out, and the tears start falling. You're not even sure why you're crying at this point— maybe because you're hurt knowing the one person who you felt like would never hurt you, really hurt you, or because you feel a tad bit of regret for having given into Minho instead of San. You know you would have been forcing it if it were San though; unfortunately, you just feel the way you do for Minho. It hurts so, so much to think about. It still feels like after everything, Minho did choose Kat. Even though he says he loves you, and feels love when he sees you, you feel like his actions had spoken louder than everything else. 

At one point, you were his main priority, his everything.

Then, you became a second choice; another option.

To someone you love, still love dearly, and feel so much for.

That's what hurts the most.

Even though you love him and you crave his comfort, crave his kisses and his 'it'll be alright's,' you will need your time and space from him. From Jisung, too. From your friends. But, mainly him. 

To heal, to grow, to love; yourself, for you.

"It's such a mess. I feel like I took so many steps backwards, and it hurts." San is hurting for you. To be quite honest, he didn't expect all of this tonight. He didn't expect to hear these details, he didn't expect you, Minho and Kat to be in one huge mess. He didn't expect your friends [even JJ] to hide it for this long. He understood the need, but it was about time. The timing of it all.

Throughout all of this pain and hurt, he can still see how much you love Minho. It's the same look in your eyes from the beach that night. It's the same look because the person you love so, so much, is the same person who is capable of hurting you just as deep.

Nonetheless, it's the same look. You love Minho. You will always be his.

And that is probably the root of why it hurts you so, so much.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know it hurts, but it's gonna be okay." San tries to shush you and calm you down. "You just need to take time to process this. No matter how long it takes. Let yourself feel it. Let yourself stash it away in the past when you are ready to. But for now, let yourself feel it and be hurt. You need to take time away from him and everyone else. That's all okay. They need to understand that."

"Why didn't they just tell me? Why didn't Minho just tell me? We—we were—" You look at him all doe-eyes, more tears threatening to spill from your bottom lid. 

"You don't have to explain. I know." It's the truth, and it only gives San validation. He knows you and Minho had been rekindling the flame, he knows you two were working on something. "He should have told you beforehand."

"I don't know how much it'd change, but I probably would have stopped myself before falling too deep. I would've given myself time before opening up to him. I really opened myself to Minho and let everything go. I felt safe to do so."

"And it's okay if that feeling comes back. It's okay if it doesn't. Either way, this is a learning experience for everyone and I only hope everyone takes the opportunity to grow from it." San really means that towards Minho. He loves JJ, and though he isn't entirely close to Minho, he does have respect for him. He wishes things happened differently. He wishes Minho was a bit wiser. But, we are humans who make mistakes. The only thing he can do now is learn and grow from it— avoid making the same mistakes, especially if he wants to continue having you in his life. However that may look like.

It will take time.

"You know.." He adds. "You don't have to respond to this or anything. I'm here for you, but I'm also trying to play devil's advocate because of JJ and the guys." San says. "I know your friends deeply care about you and love you. I can see why they did this. The timing of everything was just horrible, and I'm sorry it unfolded this way. It shouldn't have, and there were better ways to approach it. But, at the same time, I know they tried their best." San just holds you and lets you cry against him because he knows this is all you need right now. You were given the information you needed to know, now it's time to process it. And San will be there for you. He will help you no matter what.

So you cry, and you cry.

And you cry.

Letting yourself feel this out until you have nothing else to give.

"San?" You push off of him once you've been able to keep your crying to a minimum, gathering enough energy to break the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I shouldn't love him after all of this, right? I shouldn't." San shakes his head. "It would be so dumb of me to."

"Nah. Never dumb." He smiles a bit. "Love isn't an easy thing sometimes. You can still love someone even after all of that and that's valid. Your heart knows what it wants." He says. "Right now, you just need to make sure you put yourself first. That you love yourself first. All of it will fall into place as it should afterwards." You continue to look at him before shifting your attention to the hem of your sweater. San isn't sure what else to say because he doesn't want to make you feel worse. But, he chimes in once more with his two cents before holding space and allowing you to just be. "I probably sound like a broken record but things will get better." San lifts your chin to meet your eyes briefly. "You've been through so much already, Y/N. I'm sorry life has been difficult. You'll overcome this, and it will only make room for the things meant for you this time around." He allows you to rest your head on his shoulder while the two of you continue to sit on the floor in silence.

You're not sure where you stand, but you need time.

You need space.

No matter how hard it will be, you will need your space.

"Thank you, Sannie."

"Of course." He responds close to a whisper.

"I think I'll be okay now."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." You nod.

"Can I ask then? What was all of that?" San points to the broken pieces and you let out a heavy sigh.

"I made some stuff for Minho at the pottery class and stashed it here so I could surprise him with it. Gone now, I guess."

"I'll clean it up for you so you don't hurt yourself." He gives you a small smile, but you shake your head.

"I made the mess, so I should—" San stands to his feet and immediately grabs the broom and dustpan that sits nearby.

"Y/N. Seriously. Please. I'll take care of it. I really don't want you to hurt yourself. You've been through enough today." You sigh and stand to your feet, dusting yourself off as you follow San to the back and eye the mess you've made.

Just broken pieces of art lying everywhere on the floor. Your heart poured into those pieces, literally. Part of you regrets it, and it's painful to look at.

Much like everything else.

Despite San turning down your efforts to help clean, you do eventually tidy around in some parts so that Mrs. Pak doesn't come in wondering why things were messy and misplaced. At the same time, you're able to prep a few small things ahead of time before your shift tomorrow.

"Ready? Let's get you home so you can rest." San looks at you and you give him a simple nod. You shut off the lights and lock up, following San to his car around the corner. San opens the door for you, allowing you to slide in and silently strap on your seatbelt. As he begins to drive off, he adjusts the temperature in the car and lowers the volume a bit. "That okay?" You look at him and nod, leaning your head against the window and shutting your eyes.

"Yes. Don't mind me. I didn't eat much so I feel a bit queasy."

"Wanna grab something?"

"I'll just make it at home. Thanks, San."

"Okay, just let me know." And with that, San allows you to be. He is worried about you, but he knows the time will do you good. Even if you needed space from him too, he'd give that to you. He knows you are the priority, and he would do whatever it takes to help you heal.

When you finally get home, San quickly walks you to your door— giving you a big hug and holding you close. He reassures you that you can always call or text him if you need him, and that he'll try to drop by if he isn't too swamped with work tomorrow. You thank him again before softly closing the door and retreating into your quiet, humble abode.

Once you've washed up and gotten comfortable, you finally glance at your phone and quickly skim through the texts from Chan, Seungmin, Jisung. Your heart breaks a bit because you know they tried their best.

You will still need time.

You can't even begin to think about Minho right now because you're not sure where you lie with him. You opened up to him, laid out everything so genuinely, so raw— your feelings for him, your need, your attachment. 

His touch, his kisses. Everything.

But, no.

You know he was planning to tell you, you remember that very clearly. You're just having a hard time understanding why he didn't tell you sooner. Maybe you should've pressed on it more, maybe you should've tried harder to get it out of him before anything.

Either way, you are grateful he told you. But you wished it was earlier than later.

You are sad.

And you probably will be for awhile.

Rightfully so.

"Hi Mrs. Pak." You greet her as you prance into the shop. You're feeling a bit better today, given that you didn't answer any texts or force interactions with your bestfriends. Seeing San and being able to open up to him about everything definitely helped. Though, it is probably a little obvious to Mrs. Pak that you aren't functioning at 100% because—

"Hi sweetheart." Her eyes linger on you for a bit, even as you busy yourself around the back room. She can mainly tell by the way you don't follow up with anything right away. On top of that, you haven't been able to really meet her eyes. You are still bright, and you are still glowing. But you're quieter, and your movements are softer; safer. As if you're trying to keep yourself contained in one, small bubble for now. "Is everything alright?" You look at her and let out a shaky breath, feeling the sudden tears prick your eyes at the question.

"It will be." You barely let out, swallowing the lump in your throat as you try to hold back your tears.

"Want to tell me what happened? If you're ready." You nod. You do the same as you did with San yesterday, giving Mrs. Pak details from the very beginning. Of course, she'd have to step away in between to help customers— reassuring you that you didn't have to face most customers if you weren't up for it. You told her you'd be okay, admitting to her that you were here with San the day before just because you needed a place to run to that was away from family, friends. A few tears had escaped and ran down your cheeks during the time you had opened up to her, but you knew there wasn't much tears left to cry. 

Mrs. Pak looked you in the eye and apologized on their behalf, but she also believed that they only had good intentions. It's not surprising coming from her at all, no. As a matter of fact, she supported Minho in a certain way. She knew his decisions were stupid, she knew he made dumb mistakes. But, she believed that this was all necessary for his growth— for him to realize who was meant to be in his life, and how much they truly meant to him. Unfortunate it had to be this way, but she also reassured you that life had its weird ways of working, and that it just had to happen this way.

Things happened for a reason.

And it's totally okay to forgive, but never forget. It serves as a reminder that you only deserve the best, and that your friends, Minho especially, should have learned from this mistake— not taking steps backwards.

"Thanks Mrs. Pak." You give her a soft smile. "For everything."

"Everything will be okay. For all of you. Take your time. Your friends will understand." Mrs. Pak basically repeats what San had said. 

"Mm, yeah." Is all you respond with. Mrs. Pak gives your arm a reassuring squeeze before leaving you in the back to tend to more customers. You continue to prep more special-ordered bouquets, following specifics down to the T in order to keep customers happy. It isn't until a few hours later when you hear a familiar voice speaking to Mrs. Pak at the front.

"Is she here today?" You peek through the blinds seeing Jisung.

"I'm sorry, she—"

"It's okay." You walk out and give her a nod before your eyes shift to Jisung. 

"Cielo." You let out a breath. 

"Let's go outside." You look at Mrs. Pak and she sends a small smile, giving you the green light to step outside for a second. You lead him out the door and to the side, crossing your arms just as you turn your attention to him. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. Y-you didn't answer my text, I kinda got—" You sigh and give him a sympathetic look. You do miss Jisung, and you know he deeply cares for you. But even with him, you feel like you need your time. You need your space.

You cannot be the same way you were with him right now.

"I know, I'm sorry." You let out a small sigh. "Jisung, when I said I needed time, I meant it. Not just a couple of hours, or a day or two." You emphasize. "Time."

"I'm sorry, I know you do." He says lowly. "I get worried. I'm afraid."

"I promise I'll reach out when I'm ready." His eyes soften while he continues to look at you. "Pachi, I need this." You remind him and he finally nods, eyes scanning his feet below him.

"Right, okay. Sorry cielo. Don't hesitate to call me whenever you need something. I'll be there."

"Thank you." You give him one last look before you scurry back into the shop.

"Are you okay, dear? I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted to see him."

"I'm okay, and I appreciate it, Mrs. Pak. Jisung.. he's just.." You purse your lips. "I think we've always been together so he's not used to this."

"That's okay. He just wanted to check, but I'm sure he understands now." 

"Hope so."

"Are you sure you want to finish your shift, Y/N? I can handle the shop today." You chuckle and shake your head.

"I'm okay, Mrs. Pak. I wanna be here." You throw your arm around her and give her a gentle squeeze. "Now, we still have four more of these bouquets to finish." Mrs. Pak giggles in agreement.

Meanwhile, Jisung's head hangs low as he walks back to his car. He's not gonna lie— he feels a bit defeated after seeing you, but he knows he can't force you or pressure you. He just misses his bestfriend, and the thing that scares him the most is letting you out of his sight once more.

He's afraid of possibly losing you again. He doesn't wanna revisit that moment, that feeling— ever.

His drive home is completely silent as he doesn't even wanna play his music. He stops by for a quick bite to eat, buying something for Minho since he hasn't been 100%. At least, he can focus a bit on being there for him while giving you the space you respectfully asked for and deserve.

"Yo." Jisung says, dropping the bag onto the dining table. "Got you something." Minho looks at him from the couch and gives him a small smile.

"Thanks."

"Are you heading anywhere today?" Minho shakes his head.

"JJ told me he had the café under control. Was gonna pop in and keep myself busy."

"You have class tonight?"

"Mm, yeah. Hyunjin's teaching." Minho stands to join Jisung at the dining table, sitting directly across from him. "Did you see Y/N today?"

"Yeah, I did." Jisung pops his container full of rice open, dipping a spoonful into his kimchi-jjigae. 

"She okay?"

"Think so. Didn't really get a chance to talk to her. She told me she really meant it when she asked for time." Minho nods, following Jisung's actions with his own food. "Feel kinda stupid, I didn't wanna pressure her or make her think we didn't care, but I just got worried and needed to see her."

"Yeah, I know." Minho clears his throat a bit. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For all of this. For the dumb shit I've pulled and for not telling her right away." Minho does a slight head tilt. "I just didn't think, that's all. Got way too caught up in having her back that I should've prioritized this first. You guys got all roped into this too, so I'm sorry I fucked it all up. It's on me."

"It's alright." Jisung says. "We all could've done better. We learn and we grow."

"Yeah."

"Are you doing okay, though?" Jisung can tell he isn't, but he figured posing the question could help Minho open up about it more if he chooses. Minho's eyes are red, slightly puffy. He's been tossing and turning in his sleep, and he feels awful. But, he knows it could never equate to what he put you through. And for that, he is sorry.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I wish I could talk to her but I'll wait until she's ready. However long that takes." He knows he shouldn't text you, call you. He won't. He'll respect your time and space and he'll let this fall into place as it should. After all, he fucked up. He messed this up. He acknowledges it, and he knows this is what he needs to give you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hm?" Minho hums.

"What if she doesn't wanna get back together with you? What if she's ready to put that in the past?" Minho shrugs.

"Then so be it. I'm not gonna force her. It'll be hard, but I'll always put her first and be her bestfriend before anything. She deserves to be happy, however that looks like for her." Minho sighs. "I've put her through a lot so if she's ready to move on, then she is."

"Mm, yeah. I guess so."

"It'll hurt, yeah. But, can't blame anybody but myself for not doing better in the first place."

"I see." Jisung nods. "Everything will be okay. Over time."

"Hope so."

"You know, despite everything, I know you made Y/N really happy."

"Maybe, maybe not." Minho chuckles. "I mean, I hope I did at some point."

"You're still my bestfriend and I hope you don't let your mistakes define you. You've always been a good person, even through the dumb decisions and all. You have a good heart."

"Thanks." Minho swirls his spoon in his soup. "For always being there for me."

"I could say the same."

"Wanna play in a bit? Get your mind off of things before class?" 

"Yeah, we can." Minho chuckles. The two continue to talk about work and other updates before finishing their food and tidying up the table. Minho runs to his room to quickly change and get into his class clothes before hopping on a game with Jisung. Just as he's about to snatch his watch off of the stand, his eyes land on the picture sitting on his nightstand. He stares at it for a good minute and purses his lips— hoping the blue skies will return again.

⇢ 17.5 [cloudy days]: here

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More thoughts on the leaked Arcane episodes below:

Arcane Season 2 being utter dogshit is one plot twist I didn't see coming. I'm genuinely shocked. The drop in writing quality between Seasons 1 and 2 is astounding. It's embarrassing that this is what they come back with after three fucking years and a hit first season.

Because seriously, what the fuck happened? HOW did this happen? If Season 2 has the same writing team as Season 1, then there's really no excuse. I'm dreading the general audience's reaction when the show officially drops. It's kind of hell waiting for the show to release having already seen the leaks, because it's like knowing a train is going to crash before it leaves the station, but you can't say or do anything to warn anyone because it would be spoiling them 💀

Seeing all the fans rally behind the Arcane team in the face of these leaks, declaring how they're gonna wait to see it officially to support the team and they can wait 3 more months for a masterpiece, is really heartbreaking. They have so much faith in the writers that they're gonna deliver another masterpiece like the first season, or at least a good and satisfactory conclusion. And they're not gonna get it. The secondhand embarrassment I feel when I see all the excited fan comments is palpable.

Anyone else in the same boat as me? I just feel so heartbroken, confused, and nervous for November.

[valictini]

I want to take a moment to appreciate all the cool stuff that Tubbo's death brought to the RP.

(obv talking about the characters there)

First of all, the way that it was the culmination of months of RP where Tubbo isolated himself more and more and more, until he genuinely thought no one cared about him? Him constantly putting his last lives on the line, culminating into an EGG of all people killing him? Delicious. Also we got to see Creation again! And we learned a bit more about Tubbo himself! He lost his purpose... Which apparently is a program of some sort? Wdym he wasn't alive to begin with? Is he a cybord-adjacent being like Aypierre? Or maybe something completely different, like a code? A fully grown egg??? So much to think about!

(I could just feel the excitement in cc!Tubbo when he saw the death coming like awwww yes it's all coming together)

(Also absolutely HEARTBROKEN that he died literally like 30 minutes before the Valentine's day event where Fred was apparently supposed to show up!!!! Guy really couldn't chose a worse (better) timing!!!!)

We also got to see the reaction of others too!

New egg drama, with Richas being the one who landed the killing blow. We got to see the horror and despair in Sunny and Chayanne, the only ones who knew for certain that Tubbo wasn't joking. The silent grief, that cannot leave until Tubbo's back. But will he come back the same as before? The possibilities are so scary and I can't wait to see how it'll shape the eggs in the future.

We got Philza who intially did not get it, assuming it was part of the months-long bit that Tubbo was Chayanne's egg and that they were just being dramatic for fun. This made the whole scene that much more tragic imo. And the pay off when realised later that holy shit he's actually dead? So cool. We got him and Creation's first meeting too, and after the initial confusion about whether or not he was a friend (war flashbacks to the day Luffy was kidnapped by a similar mysterious entity that showed up out of nowhere) he ended up doing everything in his power to help Creation, to bring his friend back!

And from what i've seen Fit is in full denial? Like absolutely refusing to acknowledge that Tubbo was even ABLE to die? And fans speculating that Pac might follow suite because of his past traumas? Awesome, can't wait to see how this unfolds. The possibility of a denial feedback loop is really interesting.

And finally as an Aypierre viewer, I'm excited at the possibility for him, the ONE person Tubbo actively dislikes, ending up providing the computer parts necessary to bring Tubbo back, since he's the only cc who has access to computer craft. I know it's unlikely to happen since literally no one knows he has computer craft so i don't think they'll think to ask him for the parts... but one can dream.

So yeah, overall this was a really pivotal and awesome RP moment

[munsons-melody]

baby, you’ll be famous

summary: your dad works at one of the biggest record labels in america. your boyfriend eddie has never pushed for you to give your father one of corroded coffins demos, but iron maiden just so happens to be on the lookout for a new opener on their world tour, and you know this is a once in a lifetime chance for him.

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: established relationship, implications of sex

a/n: hey y’all! this is my first fanfic/imagine/thing, it’s not proofread but just something i’ve been thinking a lot about

recommended song: paparazzi by lady gaga

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Eddie knew his big break with corroded coffin was right around the corner, he just didn’t know that it was going to be because of you.

when you first started dating, you kept mum about yours dad’s profession, scared that Eddie would only use it to his advantage and you’d be left heartbroken.

but month after month of your blossoming relationship, you knew he would never take advantage of you, your relationship, or your dad.

slowly, you opened up to him about your dad being a top executive of one of the biggest record labels in America, and the shock on his face when you told him your dad was able to potentially sign him was a sight you would never forget.

he never pushed, however, for you to give your dad a demo of his band. he didn’t want to push you away or make it seem like he was only going to use the relationship to get to your dad. even when he met your parents for the first time, he only briefly mentioned his band.

corroded coffin continued to play at the hideout, although the crowd contained only a couple people, most of which were just the ones having a few drinks to relax after work.

but he didn’t mind. he loved a crowd, the music, everything about it made him feel like a rock star.

and as much as you loved watching your boyfriend perform with his band in his hometown, you knew he deserved a bigger stage.

and it all started a couple of weeks ago...

you sat at the dinner table, furious. for the past few weeks, your dad had come to a couple of the shows, hoping that he would organically ask them to sign a contract, yet nothing happened.

you sat at the dinner table, while your parents were conversing about the lawn care in the neighborhood, while you were picking at the green beans on your plate, holding your tongue.

"you okay?" your mom asked with concern, and you sucked in a sharp breath.

"dad, why haven't you signed corroded coffin to your label yet?" you asked, but your tone came out snappier than you intended. he looked taken aback, and he sighed.

"sweetheart, i didn't realize they were serious about being signed... i only thought it was some hobby for them" he said. he gave a small smile.

"if they are genuinely serious about being signed and becoming a touring band, i'd be happy to pass along their demo to my colleague, who can actually give them a recording contract" he said, before continuing on with his meal.

your parents continued talking to each other, as you stopped to realize how real this was all becoming. eddie getting signed means you lose your boyfriend, best friend, and love of your life for months.

you quickly finished eating before getting up and putting your plate in the sink, then rushing off to your room. once you arrived at the door, you opened it and closed it quickly behind you, taking in a shaky breath.

the thought of eddie leaving breaks your heart, but the thought of him not getting the big break he deserves would break your heart even more.

you wiped the few tears that fell and opened your bed side drawer. you pulled out one of the cassettes that eddie gave you that served as one of their demos

the whole band had saved up in order to visit the nearest recording studio and record a couple songs, and the one you held in your hand was one eddie gave to you on your birthday, knowing he could trust you with one of the few copies as he considered you the bands number one fan.

you took in a deep breath, gave the cassette a light kiss, and walked out of your room to give it to your dad.

——

a few weeks had passed since you gave your dad corroded coffin's demo, and to be honest, you forgot you did.

things had become so busy at both school and home with being assigned end of the year projects, planning your mom's birthday party, needing to get your car to the mechanic, babysitting the neighbor's kids, and the list went on

you finally got home from a long day of school, back aching from carrying your backpack the two miles it took to walk home since your car was in the shop, but you didn't mind too much since it was a nice day

you walked into your house to see your dad on the phone, he gave you a wave when he noticed you, and kept on talking, saying things like "yeah" and "okay" every few seconds.

you went into the kitchen, grabbing a snack and beginning to eat, when your dad said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, and turned to you with a giant smile on his face

"does that boyfriend of yours like Iron Maiden?" he asked slyly, and you looked up at him

"like them? he loves them!" you said with a confused laugh, and your dad laughed.

"good, because the band is looking for a new opener for their world tour, and the guys at the label love the corroded coffin demo, so they're offering a three album contract along with being the opening band for the tour," he said, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

tears pricked your eyes, and you started to laugh. "are you serious?" you squealed, and he nodded "as a heart attack" he said, and you ran to him, giving him the biggest hug.

"can I please borrow your car?" you asked, needing to find Eddie to tell him everything. "sure" he said, handing you the keys

"thank you thank you thank you" you said quickly, giving your dad a kiss on the cheek and running out the door.

——

10 minutes later, you arrived at eddie's trailer, surprised to see his van not parked in his usual spot

you got out of your car and walked up to the door, making sure to knock as to not be rude.

wayne opened the door, meeting your eyes. "hey y/n, eddie isn't home at the moment, i sent him to the store and put him to work" he joked, and you let out a small laugh

"as you should" you responded, and he ushered you in "come on in sweetheart, you can wait in here, i'm sure he'll be back in a few minutes" he said, and you walked in.

"actually, can i talk to you?" you asked him, and he nodded. "anything," he said, closing the door behind him, and walked into the kitchen to get some coffee.

you explained everything to him, the demo, the contract, the tour... everything. he just stood there, baffled. "wow" was all he said for a couple minutes

“he should go” he said, finally making eye contact with you. you nodded agreeing with him, when you noticed a couple tears forming in his eyes

“oh don’t cry” you said, taking a few steps towards him and embracing him in a light hug

“i don’t mean to, i’m just-“ he stopped and pulled away, going to wipe a few fallen tears

“i’m just so happy for that boy, he deserves it, y’know? and i hate to see him leave but he needs to get out of this town sooner or later” wayne said, and you smiled, tears starting to flow in your eyes as well

“and we know he’ll be smart, and they’ll be lots of security to watch them and-“ you were cut off by the door bursting open, eddie holding two bags of groceries

“hey wayne i couldn’t find any of the-“ he stopped mid sentence, seeing the two of you in the kitchen with teary eyes

“oh god what happened? did someone die?” he asked, hurriedly getting through the door and setting the groceries down on the table next to him

“no one died son… why don’t you sit down for this?” wayne told him

everyone walked out of the kitchen and into the small living room, wayne opting for his usual corner chair and eddie and you sitting on the couch

you faced him, and looked at all of his beautiful features, missing him already

“this might be a lot to take in,” you started, grabbing his hands in yours. eddie stared at your stomach for a couple of seconds and then back up at you

“y/n i promise with all my heart and soul that our baby-“

“baby? what are you talking about?” you interjected with a horrified look

“what are you talking about?” he said with wide eyes

you shook your head at the comment and smiled

“eds, a couple weeks ago i gave my dad your corroded coffin demo, and turns out the label loved it… and they said they want to give you guys a three album deal…” you trailed off as he just stared at you

“what?” he said shakily, and you nodded, and couple light tears rolled onto your cheek

eddie brought his hand up to your face, and gently wiped them away with the pad of his thumb

“but also, Iron Maiden was looking for a band to join them their world tour and apparently they want corroded coffin to be the opener…” you told him, looking down at your intertwined hands

he sat there, staring at you in disbelief

“are you serious?” he muttered out and you smiled. “like a heart attack babe”

“oh. my. GOD” he screamed, jumping up, putting his hands on his head and pacing around the room

“wait seriously?” he asked again

“she’s serious boy… you better learn how to pack” wayne said with a smile as he got up to hug eddie who was still in disbelief that his dreams were coming true

“and you did this for me?” eddie asked, engulfing you in this biggest hug you think he’s ever given you

“baby, you deserve this, and i’m so so so proud of you and everything you’ve done so far,” you started,

“and even though it’ll hurt like hell to watch you leave…” your voice started to crack

“i know you’re going to do amazing, and i’m so happy for you baby” at this point the tears flowed

eddie pulled away to look at you, tears in his eyes

“i love you, so so much y/n” he said, gently caressing your face

“but, if the tour’s over the summer then you’re more than welcome to join me babe,” he said with a smirk and you smiled

“i don’t think my dad would like that very much” you laughed

“all the more reason” he whispered, pulling you into a kiss

“alright well, you two love birds have a good evening, i start work in an hour but i reckon you two want to get as much time together as you can” wayne said, picking up his keys from the counter

he patted eddie on the shoulder, “i’m proud of you my boy” he said, before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him

you stood with eddie in his living room, closely pressed together, arms wrapped around one another

“you didn’t have to do this y’know” he said and you nodded

“it’s selfish of me to keep all this amazing music to myself, so i kinda had to” you joked and he laughed

“i’m gonna miss that” you said

“miss what?” he questioned

“your laugh, your smile,” you said, “your lips” you ran your thumb lightly over his bottom lip before he locked his lips with yours

your lips melted together into the kiss, when you both pulled away for air, foreheads pressed against one another

“i’m serious, you should come with on tour with me, we can visit all the landmarks across the globe… watch the show backstage… we can share a bunk on the tour bus” he said, playing with a strand of your hair

“and what would entail on sharing a bunk with the famous eddie munson of the corroded coffin?” you joked

he shrugged “well we’d cuddle, obviously for safety reasons,” he said “oh yeah cause tour busses are soo dangerous” you rebutted

“and we’d get to share a blanket for warmth,“ he continued, “eds i think they have heating on the bus”

“and lastly, we can be this close every night, and i’m able to do this, whenever i like” he finished, starting to kiss your neck

“oh and what else do you think we’ll be able to do in this bunk?” you questioned, as he trailed the kisses back to your lips

“why don’t i just show you?” he teased, kissing you once more on the lips before picking you causing you to squeal

he carried you into his bed room and shut the door behind him

joining on him on tour sounds like a pretty good damn idea you think to yourself

fin.

[rius-cave]

What was the moment that made both Lucifer and Adam realize they have feelings for each other?

I know you said Luci would realize first but what was the moment and how did they react?

God anon,,,,, this is such a loaded question. You're putting my delirious shipper brain to the test here, I must say. But I'll give it a go.

This has to happen very well into Adam's redemption, alright? Okay so, I think Lucifer would realize and accept to himself that he's attracted to Adam somewhat very early on. It's easy to tease him, it's fun to put him in his place and watch him be so weak and also getting his just desserts. Somewhere along those lines, the teasing goes into a territory where he's like "yeah, I'd fuck that, why not" and I imagine he does so not long after lol. However this is still very much a power thing and a "putting him in his place" thing. And then Adam eventually starts to change and behaves better (not without relapses obviously) and Lucifer starts seeing that potential that he always knew he had, actually blossom for once! After literal millennia! This makes Lucifer be more open to a more... amicable relationship outside of the bedroom. Lucifer and Adam actually start becoming friends. A lot of drama occurs in between, a lot of relapses, fights, maybe even some betrayals, disappointment, etcetera etcetera.

But once things settle in, picture Adam in his room, a pot in his hand, he's been trying to get this flower to blossom for weeks, and it's finally getting there. Charlie told him a few weeks ago that this was her favorite flower, but it's hard to find and maintain in Hell's conditions. Adam took the challenge and found a seed, a pot, some good soil, and began trying to make it bloom. Lucifer sees him, carefully trimming and plucking so it looks perfect for her, and Lucifer realizes the huge difference between the Adam before him, and the Adam who was in Heaven a couple months ago. He sees him making one of the nicest things he's seen ANYONE ever do, and it means even more coming from him. And then he realizes, holy shit, he's in love with that man.

Adam, meanwhile, it's weeeeeeeeeeell after that, lmao. I don't think he has the emotional maturity to distinguish when he's in love. He hasn't been in love for most of his life/afterlife by this point. He's forgotten how to love, he's forgotten how it feels to genuinely care for a person in that way. Adam doesn't fall for Lucifer in one specific moment, he will never be able to really pinpoint a moment. In fact, even when Lucifer finally drops the bomb and tells him that he's developed real feelings for him, Adam does not believe him, doesn't even UNDERSTAND what he's talking about, like what does that even mean??? Adam doesn't understand what love is anymore, sure, he loves having sex with Lucifer and most recently he actually has fun hanging out with him, they understand each other better and Adam feels really fucking good with himself about his new attitude. But love? Please.

This probably leads to even more drama, Lucifer is frustrated and a little heartbroken because even after confessing his feelings, he just can't get through to him! Much less figure out if Adam feels the same or not! But it's okay, because he's patient, and even if Adam doesn't understand, he asks if they can make their relationship more formal and serious.

Adam is hesitant, but he figures why not, it's not like things will change much for him anyway, it's not like he's fucking anyone else or really wants to fuck anyone else, so he accepts. And they carry on with their relationship for another looooong, long time.

Finally, one day, Adam wakes up next to him, after a particularly good night, and he simply... stares at him, blinks, takes in all his features, and thinks about how he got here and everything they've been through together. A warm sensation spreads across his chest, one that is familiar, he's felt it before, but only now is he able to recognize it. Holy shit, he's in love with that man.

[mamaestapa]

Heartache Like No Other

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

chapter summary: You and Joe both experience heartbreak like no other after the events of Joe’s time in Louisiana for the LSU spring game…

•word count: 5.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, angst, crying, jealous joe, sad joe, sad y/n, definitely not the fluffiest chapter but there is some fluff!

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April 12, 2023

4 months pregnant

Tears streamed down your face as you pulled out of Joe’s driveway. You were still absolutely distraught. You knew it was bad for your unborn son, but you couldn’t control the painful sobs that tore through your body as you left Joe’s. You didn’t let Joe explain himself at all because your hormones had been clouding your judgment since you came across the photos of him with his ex-girlfriend. Joe seemed deeply hurt and genuinely confused by your accusations you were throwing around when he got home. He truly does love you, and he missed you and your unborn child so much while he was away. Hearing you say such harsh words just broke his heart. But you were heartbroken too, Joe’s actions really hurt you.

As you drove down the street, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you got to the name of someone you knew wouldn’t mind if you stayed with them for a little while. Holly and Joe live in a one bedroom apartment and you’d hate to invade their space, even though you know Holly wouldn’t hesitate to let you stay with them. Morgan and Logan were out of town for a couple days, and they’re your friends but you wouldn’t crash at their place anyways. Obviously, Sam and Emma aren’t even options at this point. So that left you with the person you were calling right now. You put the call on speaker as you continued to drive. The phone rang twice before the person on the other end picked up.

“Hey.”

You sniffled, voice shaky and full of emotion as you responded, “Hi Tee.”

“Woah, you good Y/n?” Tee asked, his voice full of concern on the other end. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you stayed silent. You choked out a sob, causing Tee to curse silently on the other end. As gut wrenching sobs wracked your body all over again, you could hear Tee trying to calm you.

“Y/n you OK? Is something wrong? Does Joe know or do I need to come get you?”

“I-it, it’s about Joe.” You replied, your sobs growing harsher at the mention of Joe. You could hear Tee curse again before he replied. “What’d Burrow do?”

Get back together with his ex-girlfriend. Lie to me about missing me, lie to me about loving me… You thought.

“Can I,” you hiccuped, “stay with you, please?” You pleaded. You sniffled and hiccuped once again from your sobs before you spoke again. “I’ll explain everything.”

“Of course,” Tee replied instantly, “as long as you need. You need me to come get you?” You sniffled, responding, “No, I’m on my way.”

After saying you’d see each other soon, you hung up the phone and continued to drive to Tee’s house. A tear falling down your cheek every once in a while as you drove and thought about the heartbroken Joe you left behind. Part of you feels terrible for leaving him like that, but you knew you couldn’t stay. Not after what he did to you while he was in Louisiana. Before you knew it, you were pulling into Tee’s driveway. As soon as you pulled into the driveway, Tee was already out waiting at the front door for you. You put your car in park and got out, tears welling in your eyes once again as you made eye contact with the wide receiver. You walked up to the front door, falling into Tee’s arms as gut wrenching sobs wracked your body. Tee immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him while staying mindful of your bump. He brought a hand up to cradle the back of your head as you cried into his chest. Tee stroked your hair with his thumb as he tried to calm you. He let you cry for a good three minutes before he pulled your head away from his chest. A deep frown was etched on Tee’s face as he gazed down at your tear streaked face and teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Come on,” he said softly, draping an arm around your shoulders, “let’s get you inside.”

You nodded as the two of you walked into Tee’s house. Tee brought you into his living room, letting you sit down on the couch first before he sat down next to you. As your body recovered from your intense sobbing, you let out the occasional shaky breath and small sniffle. Tee leaned over to grab a tissue from the coffee table, handing it to you with a soft smile.

“Thanks,” you croaked out before blowing and wiping the snot away from your nose. “I’m sorry, this is disgusting. I’m disgusting.”

Tee shook his head and placed a comforting hand on your knee, squeezing it gently as he said, “No you’re not, beautiful.” You wet your lips and looked over at Tee, a sad smile pulling at your lips. “I’m glad you think so.”

“What’s got you so upset, girl?“ Tee frowned, giving you his full attention as you took a deep, shaky breath. You then told him the whole story, from Joe going to Louisiana for the LSU spring game to the photos of him with his ex that brought you to where you are right now—Tee's house. As you gave Tee all of the details, you couldn't help but grow emotional again. Seeing Joe with another woman, especially when that woman is his ex-girlfriend, isn't easy. Plus, all you could see when you thought about Joe was the heartbroken expression he wore, and the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he watched you walk out of the house. You couldn't help but feel a little guilty at the thought of Joe being completely distraught right now over you leaving him the way you did.

But what he did was wrong. You know you can't be around or talk to him right now. Your emotions are all over the place, and pair that with your raging pregnancy hormones, the results of you seeing Joe at the moment wouldn't end well. Staying with Tee is the right thing for you to do—at least for now.

Tee asked you to show him the photos of Joe and Alexis in Louisiana. You gladly showed him, however you couldn't help but cringe as you looked at the photos. Your heart sank as you watched Tee scroll the posts, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he read the captions of each post. Tee seemed just as genuinely confused as you were when you first heard about the situation. He handed you your phone and frowned deeply at you. "Damn," he breathed out, "I don't even know what to say." You let out a breathy laugh, "How do you think I feel?" Tee wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He just frowned down at you as he watched your eyes well up with tears again. You quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry over this anymore. You've shed too many tears over Joe and decisions in the past couple hours.

"Y/n," Tee said quietly, making you look up at him. He cleared his throat before speaking again, "Promise you won't get upset." You quickly sat up and out of Tee's arm that was draped over your shoulder. "Why?" You asked, voice full of concern. You were preparing to hear upsetting news that you knew you did not want to hear right now. If it has anything to do with Joe and his relationship with Alexis, you don't know if your heart (or your blood pressure) can handle it. "Is it about Joe and Alexis? Have they been seeing each other?"

Tee's eyes widened at your question. "No, no! Not at all," he assured, "I was just going to give you my opinion about all that bullshit."

You let out a sigh of relief at Tee's words. You could feel your mood shift a little at the fact that Joe hasn't been seeing Alexis. "Good. I was worried you were going to tell me Joe has been seeing Alexis behind my back."

"Well, I know he hasn't here. Who knows what he was doin' in Louisiana."

Your shoulders dropped as your face fell. You could feel your chest tighten as another breakdown full of harsh sobs was about to come over you. Here we go again.

Tee, noticing your hurt expression, immediately took back his statement. "Which, I'm sure was nothing." You wiped your tears and nodded hastily as Tee thought about what he was going to say to you. He didn't want to hurt you anymore than you already were, but he also didn't want to get your hopes up in case something was going on behind your back.

"Look, Y/n, I know you're upset. Don't take this as me trying to be mean and make things worse." Tee sighed, "You're my friend and I'm just trying to help you." You nodded along at his words. You could never be upset with Tee when you know he's only saying these things to help you and the situation.

"But they're just pictures. You can't accuse Joe of doing something behind your back because of some stupid pictures from Instagram that someone took. The one picture looked posed, the other two were just moments where fans happened to snap pics. Alexis was one of the best college athletes at LSU the same time as Joe, so of course people will want pictures of the two of them in the same place."

Tee has a point...Alexis was one of the best athletes that ever attended LSU—the same goes for Joe. People are obviously going to want pictures of the two, despite their past with each other.

"Joe doesn't look genuinely happy in those photos at all. You can tell that damn smile is a fake as hell." You let out a light chuckle, making Tee smile softly. It was good to hear you laugh, even if it was just a tiny one. "But," he continued, "When Joe is with you, I've only ever seen a genuine smile come from him."

Your thoughts were running wild, almost as wild as your emotions.

"Look, I know you don't want to talk to, or even see Joe right now. But if you're this worked up and willing to throw away everything you have with him, maybe you should talk to 'Marr about it instead. He was there, I'm sure he could tell you everything."

It's true. Ja'Marr was with Joe the whole time at the game and even the club where he was spotted with his ex. You stayed silent as you weighed your options and thought about what to do.

“No.”

“No? Y/n, are you su-.”

“I saw what I saw.” You said, cutting Tee off. “I don’t need to hear it too.”

Tee sighed deeply at your stubbornness. Deep down you knew you were overreacting a bit, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Joe really hurt you, even if it wasn’t intentional. You know you’ll have to talk to Joe again, but not anytime soon.

“Alright, if you say so,” Tee stood from the couch with a sigh. He looked down at you with a small smile, “I’m going to grab your bag, make yourself at home.”

You nodded as you watched Tee turn around and exit his home to grab your suitcase from the car. As you sat on the couch, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out, rolling your eyes as you saw Joe’s name flash on the screen. He was trying to call you. You heart dropped with guilt as you thought about all of Joes desperate attempts to contact you. You still hadn’t told him where you were. Your guilt was quickly overcome with stubbornness as you clicked the red decline button. You leaned back in the coach, throwing your head back and letting out a loud sigh. You crossed your hands over your belly, earning a kick in return from your son. Tee walked into the living room with your suitcase, making you sit back up.

“I’ll take this up to the guest room.” You nodded, smiling softly, “Thanks Tee.”

“Yeah,” he started to walk up the stairs when he called out to you, “Want to freshen up and get some food? I’m sure you’re starving.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled at the mention of food. You hadn’t eaten anything due to being so worked up, plus you are eating for two so you’re always up to eat. You nodded, smiling softly at Tee as you accepted his offer. “Sure, sounds good.”

You figured going out with Tee would be good for you. Getting food and being in Tees company would definitely help get your mind off of things. You got up from the couch and followed Tee upstairs, going into the guest bedroom to get your things situated while Tee got ready to go out. You got your toiletries and makeup bag out from your suitcase, deciding to freshen up in the guest bathroom. As you were brushing your hair, your phone dinged with a text message notification. You sighed as you read the last three messages that Joe sent you in the last couple hours.

Joe- I’m so sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Can you please give me a chance to talk to you about this? I’ll explain everything.

Joe- I miss you. Just as much, if not more than I did while I was gone. You don’t have to talk to me, but just know that I do love and miss you.

Joe- Y/n, can you at least let me know that you and our son are safe and OK?

As upset as you are at Joe, you know that telling him that you and the baby are safe and staying with Tee, is the right thing to do.

You- I’m at Tees. My baby is fine.

That was the first time in a long time referred to the baby as my baby and not our baby. You know that’ll crush Joe, but you figure that’s what he gets for absolutely gutting you. You shut your phone off, ignoring the notification that Joe liked your message as you continued to freshen up for your dinner with Tee. The two of you decided to get burgers at a local burger joint in Cincinnati. Recently, your biggest pregnancy craving has been cheeseburgers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a burger from McDonalds or a burger from a pub—they all satisfy your craving.

As soon as you and Tee arrived at the restaurant, Tee insisted that you found a place to sit down while he ordered food for both of you. You told him your order and found a table to sit at in the corner of the diner type restaurant. As Tee ordered, many fans that were eating or ordering had come up to him to get their pictures taken with him. After paying, he politely declined more photos being taken as he wanted to spend this time to catch up with a friend. All of the fans were extremely understanding, letting Tee get back to you without any issues. You and Tee talked with each other for a bit until your food arrived. You were all ears as he told you all about his off-season and how he was preparing for the upcoming football season. Just like Joe, Tee is up for a new contract. As far as you or Tee are concerned, nothing has been negotiated or decided on quite yet—but there’s still a lot of time before a decision needs to be made. It may not even happen this off-season, for Joe or Tee! But who knows. You try to stay out of the business side of the NFL as much as possible.

Throughout your meal, Joe hadn’t even crossed your mind once. Spending this time with Tee and eating a delicious burger, definitely helped boost your mood a ton and get your mind off of things.

“Y/n,” Tee said, holding up his phone to take picture, “hold the burger up.”

You did as Tee asked, holding the burger up and smiling sweetly at the camera, scrunching your nose as you did so. Tee laughed at your pose and took a picture, posting it onto his instagram story with the caption: “🍔!!! @yourusername”

Tee put his phone down and went back to enjoying his burger. You got on your phone and saw his story, liking it before reposting it to yours, captioning it: “burgers with Uncle Tee>>>” so that no rumors would start about Tee being the father of your baby, since for now, no one but your closest friends and family know who the father is.

You put your phone back down and took a bite of the burger, moaning from all of the different flavors and how delicious it was.

“Hit the spot?” Tee chuckled from your reactions with a look of amusement on his face. You nodded, humming as a way to say yes. Tee smiled, pointing at you, “Little guy enjoying it, too?”

“He’s been pretty calm, not wiggling around a lot,” you sighed contently, “So, I’m going to take that as a yes.” You finished with a smile. Tee couldn’t help but smile warmly at your response. He was so excited to be an uncle to that sweet baby boy. Him and Ja’Marr fight constantly about who is going to be favorite uncle: Tee or Ja’Marr. It’s funny to watch them argue, both of them not even considering mentioning Sam, the baby’s biological uncle in the conversation. But at this point, you’re positive Tee and Ja’Marr will be better uncles to the baby than your brother will be.

You and Tee finished up your food and headed back to his house to wind down for the night. You were ready to head back and relax, and continue to not let your thoughts be overwhelmed with Joe.

~…meanwhile…~

You- I’m at Tees. My baby is fine.

Joe’s mouth formed in a straight line as he read the words “my baby”. You’d never referred to the baby as your baby when you were with him, it was always our baby—until now.

He must’ve really hurt you.

Joe sighed as he placed his phone face down on the couch. He was relieved to know you were safe and with someone he trusts, but him knowing you were still extremely upset with him made his heart hurt. You had been ignoring all of his previous texts and phone calls, which was something he wasn’t used to. Joe leaned forward and put his head into his hands, rubbing his hands down his face multiple times. He was starting to get a headache, which he wasn’t sure if it was from crying or the stress he’s putting himself under right now over you and his baby. Joe wet his lips as he pulled his hands away from his face. His mind was racing, filling with thoughts about you and how devastated and distraught you looked when he got home from the airport. Joe felt extremely heartbroken, but most of all, he felt guilty. Guilty for being around Alexis. Guilty for the heartbreak he caused you. Guilty for making you feel like he didn’t love you. Guilty for making you feel like he didn’t love your sweet baby boy.

As Joe’s thoughts ran wild, emotion soon took over him and before he knew it, he was letting out the same gut wrenching sobs that you were earlier. The salty tears streamed down his face in a constant rate as he sobbed painfully. He hated that the situation came to this. Joe never wanted any of this to happen. He didn’t think going to LSU for a couple days would cause everything the two of you have created the last couple months to come crumbling down in a matter of days.

Joe promised himself and you that he’d make it up to you. Everything he did to you all those years ago, he vowed to never do anything like that again. But here was, breaking your heart the same way he did when he left for LSU. Was this how you felt when he left for LSU?

Tears continued to stream down Joe’s cheeks as he thought about the hurt he caused you, and how you may never forgive him. His thoughts wandered to his unborn son. Joe’s sweet little boy that was growing like a weed, who he hasn’t gotten to speak to or feel for days. He missed his son terribly. Joe could only hope you’ll let him attend your checkup that’s in a couple days. He’ll try to convince you, but he’s not going to get his hopes up.

After a few minutes of letting out all of his pent up emotions, Joe’s sobs slowed to the occasional sniffle. Once he wasn’t worked up anymore, he decided to do an intense training workout to get his mind of you, the baby, and everything that’s happening between the two (or three) of you.

~time skip~

Joe had just finished an intense workout. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his glistening chest heaved with every deep breath he took. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a fruit punch Body Armor from the fridge. He quickly opened the bottle, bringing it up to his lips and taking a generous drink of the ice cool liquid. It was perfect for after a workout like Joe had. He pulled the bottle away from his lips, letting out a slight “ah.” Joe sniffed and wiped his mouth free of the liquid that had dribbled down his chin as he quenched his thirst. He screwed the cap back on and walked over to the island, pulling out a bar stool and plopping his sore body down onto it. As Joe sat down, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out, hoping it was a message from you. His shoulders sunk in disappointment. It wasn’t a text. But it was a notification from Instagram, notifying Joe that you and Tee had added to your stories.

Usually, Joe wasn’t one to use social media. He could care less about what people on Instagram had to say or do. Occasionally though, he will post, but it’s only ever related to football or any sponsorships he may be a part of. His words, Joe doesn’t “peruse social media”.

However, curiosity got the best of him. Joe opened the Instagram app and immediately clicked on your story, which popped up first on his feed. His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw the picture of you smiling and holding up the burger you ate for dinner. His heart dropped even more as he noticed you reposted Tee’s story.

You were out to dinner with Tee. While it seemed like a friendly type of thing, Joe couldn’t help but feel a little jealous seeing you with Tee. What makes matters worse is that you’re staying with Tee right now. He could only hope nothing was happening. Joe knows you’re incredibly upset with him, but he likes to think you wouldn’t do something harsh to him in return. Jealousy continued to bubble inside of Joe as he thought about you and Tee together.

Joe let out a heavy sigh as he hastily swiped out of Instagram and shut his phone off. Joe was overwhelmed. He was extremely upset and on top of that, he was starting to get jealous at the thought of you staying with Tee.

He needed to talk to you. He needed to talk to Tee. He needed to make sure nothing was happening.

…

You were sitting on the couch next to Tee, wrapped up in a blanket and laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you watched re-runs of How I Met Your Mother. As you were tucked into Tee’s side, you were feeling around for your baby boys kicks. He’s been active today, but not as active as usual. You weren’t concerned though, you knew the reason why. Your son was only extremely active whenever Joe was around. You think the baby must like the sound of his dads voice, or the touch of his palm over yours. Because when Joe is around, your son is doing what feels like constant somersaults in your belly.

You poked gently at your skin, waiting for your baby to push back. A few moments passed of no movement, but he eventually kicked back at the spot you poked. You giggle softly as you watched your son kick. Tee glanced down at the sound of your laughter, watching in amusement as you bothered your unborn baby.

“What are you doing to the little guy?” Tee chuckled. You grabbed his hand, smiling as you placed it gently on your bump. “Feel this.”

You poked the side of your belly, waiting to feel your son kick back again. He didn’t. You figured it would take a few tries to get him to move, but he never did the whole time Tee’s hand was on you.

“He’s being stubborn, sorry.” You said, frowning slightly as Tee pulled his hand away. Tee chuckled, “It’s good. He can tell it’s not his daddy’s hand.”

You smiled slightly, “Yeah, you’re right. I can tell he’s already a daddy’s boy.” You said quietly, thinking about how much Joe and his son have already bonded—even though your baby is only twenty some weeks.

“Speaking of his daddy…” Tee trailed off, “have you talked to Joe at all?” You shrugged, “Not really. Only to tell him that I was staying with you.”

Tee nodded, humming in response. “Well,” he started, “you can stay as long as you need.” You looked up at Tee, a genuine smile on your face as you said, “Thank you Tee.” He nodded, the smile on his face matching yours, “Anytime, Y/n/n.”

You spent the rest of the night watching HIMYM with Tee, before you went upstairs to get some well needed rest after the day you had today.

~the next day~

You woke up from your deep, peaceful sleep, to sound of your phone going off. You groaned slightly as you rubbed your tired eyes. You rolled over in the queen sized bed and reached out to grab your phone. You sighed in annoyance as you saw what the notification was.

Joe had sent you a message.

You rolled your eyes and set your phone back down on the nightstand. You laid back down in bed, trying to fall back into that same peaceful sleep you had been in before your phone went off. However, as you laid in bed and tried to fall back asleep, you couldn’t help but slowly start to feel guilty.

You knew you were being stubborn, overreactive, and harsh about the whole situation with Joe. He just made you so upset, and the only way you could make it “better” was by leaving him and ignoring everything he tired to say to you. So as you laid in bed, you decided that while you aren’t ready to see Joe yet, you should text him back. It’ll make you both feel better.

Joe- Hey. I know you’re still pissed at me, and I don’t expect you to say anything, but I’m just checking in. I’m worried about you, Y/n. I want to make sure the two of you are OK.

You- Hi. We’re both doing good, thanks for checking in.

Joe- Of course. Im glad to hear that. Things going good with Tee?

You- Yep.

Joe- Good.

You didn’t respond. You figured letting him know you and the baby were still going OK was good enough for now. You went to turn your phone off when another text from Joe came through.

Joe- I was looking at the calendar and noticed you have an appointment in a couple days. Do you need me to take you?

You- No, I can go by myself.

Joe- I was hoping maybe I could go with you. Dr. Montgomery said your halfway appointment would be one we shouldn’t miss.

You- I don’t really want to see you right now, Joe. I get the appointment is important, but the baby and I clearly aren’t your top priority right now.

Joe- Y/n, can you please let me explain myself? It’s not what you think, I promise. I love and miss you so much.

You scoffed as you read his text. Was he just saying that to get you to let him go the appointment?

You- I don’t want to see you right now, Joe.

Joe- I won’t even be in the room if you don’t want me. At least let me go and sit in the waiting room so that I can talk to Dr. Montgomery. Please?

You- I don’t know.

Joe- He’s my baby too, Y/n. I want to make sure he’s healthy and OK. I’ll stay in the waiting room the whole time, you won’t even know I’m there.

You contemplated on what to say to Joe. As much as you’re still upset with him, you know it’s wrong to deny him from going to your appointment. Joe’s right, it’s his baby too. Even if you don’t want to see him, he should be able to go.

You- Fine. Appointment is at eleven.

Joe- Thank you. I’ll see you in a couple days. Take care of yourself and peanut.

Your eyes welled with tears as you read the name peanut.

Peanut. Joe hasn’t referred to the baby as peanut since before you found out you were having a baby boy. The nickname filled you with many different emotions. You loved hearing the name again, but at the same time it made you sad hearing it come from Joe because of how you’ve been treating him the last couple of days.

A pang of guilt struck you as you realized how harsh you sounded as you texted Joe. He on the other hand sounded genuine in each message he sent. It made you realize that maybe Joe really does love you and your unborn son, and that he wasn’t just saying those words to keep you distracted. Maybe Joe really did miss you while he was in Louisiana for those couple of days, and maybe, just maybe, those pictures truly did mean nothing.

hey loves!!

i just skimmed through this chapter and fixed obvious things that needed edited, but there are definitely still some errors (so i apologize for that lol)

so y/n is staying with tee and joe might just be a little jealous

and poor joe :( i just want to hug him lol. do we think y/n will come around and let joe explain himself or do we think she’s going to be stubborn and continue to drag this out?

we’ll have to see in the next chapter👀 which lucky for you, will be out this week!😉) again, i don’t want to give much away, but i think this next chapter will make you feel better—maybe…

if you haven’t seen already, i’m updating this series TWICE a week now! with the exception of this week, i will be updating a chapter every monday & thursday/friday. so hopefully thats some exciting news if you enjoy this series!🤍

anyways, thank you so much for all of your kind words, comments, and love you’ve shown this series! i’m having a blast writing it, and it makes me so happy to see that you are all enjoying it. you’re all the best!☺️🤍

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[stargazing-imagines]

Bad Idea… Right? — Jeremiah fisher x Fem!Reader

Description: you are secretly dating your ex boyfriend, but what happens when Jeremiah meds your broken heart?

Warning: jealous Jeremiah, mentions of cheating, bad writing, if there is anything else that I’ve missed! Let me know.

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

Requested: no

A/n: I’m finally back with a new imagine! Life has been hectic, my schedule has gotten so intense to the point where it’s difficult to find time to write with edu practicums, dance, work, and college it just hard to fit writing into the mix but I’m back with slow updates!

“You seriously aren’t going to see him tonight are you?” Exclaimed belly

You two were currently in your room as you were getting ready for you’re date with your ex boyfriend, with belly sitting on the foot of your bed talking you out of this date.

“Look, he genuinely sorry for what he did…” you said “I promise.”

“Yeah but he cheated on you with a blonde bimbo last summer!” Said belly “don’t you remember that?”

Indeed you did remember that mere memory, everyone at the summer house were trying to cheer you up with nothing working, you spent the month of July in your room as you cried in misery. After catching him making out with a blonde girl, you swore off of guys for the rest of your life, until you saw him working at the little gas station on your first day back at cousins, apologizing for what he did.

“Belly that was last summer.” You said “he changed.”

You could say you were trying to convince belly, but you were trying to convince yourself, but hey. What can go wrong?

“Y/n don’t you look lovely!” Exclaimed Susannah as she eyed you up and down “what’s the special occasion?”

“Y/n here has a date… with her ex!” Exclaimed belly

“Wait… the one that cheated on you last summer?” Asked Jeremiah as he raised his eye brows

“Yes Jere the one that cheated on me last summer…” you said “besides he apologized.”

“Y/n I don’t think this is a great idea…” said your mother “you were so heartbroken when it happened.”

“I was 16 mom…” you said “besides I’m 17!”

“I don’t know y/n.” Said laurel “what if he breaks your heart again?”

“He won’t!” You said, you were interrupted with a car honk

“The dude can’t even be fazed to come to the door!” Said Jeremiah “y/n you are not going out with him!”

“Watch me.”

With that you opened the door and shut it

“Thank you for giving me another chance.” Said Brice as he held your hand “I was so heartbroken last summer when you left me.”

You smiled as you nodded along to what he was saying, but your mind was preoccupied on something else.

Jeremiah Fisher… and how you wish he was here with you on a date instead of Brice Hamilton.

“I’m going to the restroom.” Said brice as he got up, you formed a faint smile before nodding your head. He got up and left, a few seconds later. His phone lit up

You picked up the phone as you read a text message

The whole conversation on his phone was full of explicit messages to the same girl that he cheated on you with last summer, you looked up fighting tears in your eyes, you placed your half of the pay on the table before getting up and leaving

You walked to the summer house, heels in hand as you had smeared mascara on your face. You headed towards the pool, sitting on a lounge chair.

You stared into the night sky, looking at the stars. Your thoughts were interrupted with a door slam

It was Jeremiah

“Back from your date soon?” Asked Jeremiah “I thought you would be out till 12.”

“It didn’t work out…” you said, eyes not leaving the night sky. Jeremiah sat next to the lounge chair beside you

“He’s not worth your tears.” Said Jeremiah as he stroked your cheek with the padding of his thumb

“He’s been hooking up with her all this time.” You choked out, Jeremiah pulled you close to his chest, comforting you as he stroked your hair.

“Things will get better.” Said jeremiah as he continued to hug you

“You really think so?” You asked as you wiped your cheek with your hand, letting out a smile

“I know so.” Said Jeremiah as he smiled, you face in his hand

The night ended with a kiss and let’s just say that the relationship between you and Jeremiah blossomed.

——

The summer I turned pretty masterlist

[vminhoes]

My taegi fics:

And they were roommates!

Yoongi is a tired businessman stressing over his subordinates and Taehyung is a tired college student stressing over Yoongi’s ass. Specifically, how bad he wants it.

(Explicit ✧ roommates au ✧ student taehyung, businessman yoongi ✧ roommates with benefits ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

🌹🌹🌹

Spoils of War

After the Kim pack nearly wipes out the human kingdom, Prince Yoongi is captured and brought back to Prince Taehyung as a gift.

Taehyung just wants to be left alone, and Yoongi just wants to go home. Of course they hate each other, but Taehyung will not hesitate rip anyone who touches Yoongi to shreds

(Explicit ✧ royal/hybrid au ✧ human yoongi ✧ hybrid/alpha taehyung ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

🌹🌹🌹

You scratch my back, I'll blow out yours

Yoongi is the newest up and coming musician hot on the scene. At just 23, he’s an ingenious producer, phenomenal rapper, captivating performer, and overall he’s one badass motherfucker who doesn’t take shit from anyone.

That being said, he may or may not need to sleep with his record label’s son Taehyung, who’s been pining after Yoongi for months, if he wants a chance at making it big.

(Explicit ✧ coffee shop au ✧ frat boy/barista taehyung, rapper yoongi ✧ blackmail ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Flower boy

Yoongi had seen far too much and done even worse to be affected by anything else life had to offer. That is, until the handsome owner of the flower shop down the street gives him a few daisies and a new outlook on life.

(Explicit ✧ mafia au ✧ drug lord yoongi, florist taehyung ✧ mutual pining ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Why don't you say "I love you" back?

A little drabble based off of Yoongi’s vlive where Taehyung says “I love you” and refuses to leave until Yoongi says it back

(rated: G ✧ canon compliant ✧ yoongi's vlive - "i won't leave until you say that word" ✧ fluff

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So cute

Yoongi just wants to bang but Taehyung can’t be serious for two fucking minutes

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ boyfriends!taegi ✧ smut, fluff)

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There was only one bed

In an act of pure desperation, Yoongi grabs the nearest stranger and proclaims him to be his new boyfriend in an effort to prove his ex that he’s moved on. He realizes too late that said stranger turns out to be an ingenious marine biology major who surfs and looks to be sculpted by the gods.

Luckily for Yoongi, said stranger also happens to love romance novels, and his favorite tropes include “fake dating” and “there was only one bed.”

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ fake dating ✧ only one bed trop ✧ smut, fluff, pinch of angst)

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The best part of me was always you

Yoongi was thriving. He’d moved across the world, gotten his degree, his dream job, and a fantastic boyfriend. Visiting home was going to be a piece of cake now that he had so much to show for.

That is, until he unexpectedly sees Taehyung for the first time in years at an engagement party.

(Explicit ✧ modern setting au ✧ exes taegi ✧ exes to lovers ✧ hurt/comfort ✧ smut, heavy angst, fluff)

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I'll be gentle

Yoongi says that the only thing more shameful than being a virgin at 25 would be to let his best friend's obnoxious little brother be his first time, so Taehyung thinks of a solution to ease his childhood crush of that insecurity.

(Explicit ✧ college/university au ✧ unrequited crush ✧ loss of virginity ✧ smut and fluff)

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Broken Hearts Club

What happens when piano teacher Yoongi and race car driver Taehyung are both hot, heartbroken, and desperate for a distraction?

That's a genuine question, because it doesn't seem like anyone knows including them, but here goes nothing.

(Explicit ✧ taegi au ✧ heartbroken taegi ✧ friends with benefits ✧ strangers to lovers ✧ smut and fluff)

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Hold me close, I'll keep you warm

Trapped in an old shack with a blizzard storming outside, it looks like the only thing left for Yoongi and Taehyung to do is hold each other to stay warm—no matter how badly they hate each other.

...Unless?

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse au ✧ cat hybrid yoongi, wolf hybrid taehyung ✧ alpha taehyung, omega yoongi ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut and fluff)

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Stop copying me!

After getting off on the wrong foot at Coachella, beloved influencers Yoongi and Taehyung declare an immediate rivalry, and each devise their own plan to enact revenge on the other.

The only problem is that they create the same plan, and it inadvertently results in everyone assuming they’re dating.

(Explicit ✧ taegi au ✧ gamer/streamer yoongi, model taehyung ✧ stubborn/petty taegi ✧ enemies to friends with benefits to lovers ✧ crack, smut, fluff)

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Dinner and a show

Yoongi doesn't expect the hot guy he's been crushing on to be the who he's delivering food to, and Taehyung doesn't expect the pretty omega who doesn't know his name to come to his door in heat

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse au ✧ omega yoongi, alpha taehyung ✧ college students taegi ✧ heat sex ✧ smut, fluff)

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Barbie Dreams

Young, gorgeous, and filthy rich tycoon Kim Taehyung is tired of the models and celebrities around him at his disposal, and seeks out something new to satiate his desires.

Enter Min Yoongi: the highest paid prostitute at the Dreamhouse—an entirely pink, Barbie themed brothel.

(Explicit ✧ taegi sugar daddy au ✧ sugar baby yoongi, sugar daddy taehyung ✧ slow-ish burn ✧ acceptance of feelings ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

[uchihaxitachi]

(Ignore or even block if you're uncomfortable) Ever since you created that Yakuza Itachi moodboard i can't stop thinking about it. HEAR ME OUT, outside from his... questionable activities, Yakuza! Leader Itachi posseses other business that pose as a font for his more... ilegible ones. One of them being a lengerie brand - The women love it. Itachi creates sensual, elegant, yet comfortable designs after his own tastes, colors being nude,shades of red, pink, black even, main material being silk but other materials too and oh, this man likes Lace that can be a bit see through. The nightgowns are luxurious, he doesn't make any vulgar ones, but ones that only tease... he is a man of sensuality. Another business being a perfume brand that has everyone in a choke hold, especially the Ladies, Itachi is a ladies man, you can't change my mind about this. The scents can be floral, fresh, musky, but not anything too sharp for his sensitive nose

Yakuza! Leader Itachi also has tons of luxurious hotels, only the best quality meals, bedsheets, decor and the nightclubs are just chefs's kiss.

I also picture him as a huge womanzier. He makes his intention clear from the start and won't persuade further if he gets turned off (it rarely happens by the ways) he won't hurt women, physically, atleast. He never raises his hand when his words are enough. He can he charismatic, smiling and putting on the facade of a respected business man, underneath that facade lies a cold manipulator and one thing about him - he has a huge corruption kink.

i am currently screaming rn.

yakuza itachi with a corruption kink> you really brought the idea home with this one. i also feel like he has several businesses as a front for his illegal actions and shady jobs. 🤭 he also gets invited to high end galas and so on bc oh he’s on forbes as a successful businessman. the perfumes, lingeries, hotels, everything has his brand’s logo & a statement in itself. itachi — even though this is just a facade, takes intricate care about what his brand image is. the quality of the products should never be compromised. ever!! :3

and oh my god, itachi who is a literal sugar daddy but he never brings out the intention of dating. he has lost so many women because of this. several months of itachi’s attention & then wham! none of it. some of them have left him heartbroken because they realize their feelings are love & itachi just doesn’t love.

the reason he doesn’t fall in love is because (1) - its sort of pointless when you don’t even know in his line of work when could be your last day. (2) - he is scared of true, genuine, vulnerable intimacy. what if he gets too attached & therefore, distracted from his work? (3) - what if the entire point of his life revolves around the scared feeling of losing his partner? he can’t have that either.

yakuza itachi is a cruel, but just man. his people love him. they know itachi would always have their backs. betrayal is something he would never tolerate & there are gruesome punishments for the same

….. i could go on & on about this 😭 but thank you for the ask 🤍 i know i haven’t been active much on this blog but trust me, i really appreciate them <333

[tys-kitty]

Kit‘s letter to Jace

Guys, the lovely @tyblackthornfrog posted Kit‘s letter to Jace and I‘m not fine…

I just missed Kit so much and I think it‘s so great to see how he felt after leaving the Blackthorns to live with Jessa. CC showed us once again that Kit not only felt heartbroken because of Ty but also had to endure so much change and trauma in a matter of two months. He had to see his father die, found out he‘s a Herondale, lost one of his first true friends (Livvy) and had to process the fact that he‘s the First Heir. And that all happened when he was only 15 years old!

After living with Jem and Tessa for only 10 days, Kit already knew that they would listen to him, support him and genuinely care for his happiness. And he never had something like that before!

Also just the knowledge that Kit entrusts Jace with so many informations about his life makes my heart swell. I‘m so excited for their relationship in TWP. (Kit bonding with the ghosts of Cirenworth is also so funny and in character)

My overall reaction while reading the letter:

[shadale-s-safe-space]

Is it just me, or does Alex look a bit tired in the family picture?

Thank you for asking bcs there's a reason why.

Z was never meant to be dead, I just played off him being dead for the sake of AleX's story arc, it's just really hard to tell his part rn but I'll just say that he had help along the way. And that's why his hat was the only thing left in AleX's storyline.

Since his old jacked had been ruined, he was gifted a new one by his new "friend", while searching trough the pockets of his old jacket he finds their picture taken the day they started their relationship. He feels guilt rush trough him as he remembers the day she called him a liar.

[After being together for some months AleX was afraid that their relationship is going to fall apart just like everything she ever had before him. She lived in an abusive household where she wasn't allowed to go anywhere or see anyone, she just used to sneak out or sneak Z in, she used every opportunity she had just to see him. ]

He remembers the day when he promised that he'll never leave her,and conviced her to run away from home. That's when they started living together, they never actually got married, they just declared that day that they're now husband and wife.

He saved her once he'll do it again.

~~~~ a Lil part of his arc for now sorry~~~

He was overjoyed to see her. They can be the same way as they used to be again.

He wasn't actually himself anymore. While it still was him, it looked like something was bothering him. He became aggressive but not aggressive in a way of trying to hurt AleX. It was more of an obsession towards her. At first she thought that it was playful, they both haven't seen each other for a long time, even though it freaked her out sometimes , it was nothing more than an attack of hugs and kisses. [This is why he acted like a weirdo in AleX's arc aaaaa]

Until it started happening in the middle of the night too.

Almost every night she would wake up with him on top of her, No he didn't do anything serious he would just sit there petting her sometimes would call out for her and talk about things, but he never actually heard AleX's responses, it felt like he was I a delusional state, half a sleep maybe? She really couldn't tell.

If she wasn't next to him whenever he would get in that state, he would actually walk around their home trying to find her. Sometimes it felt like she was being hunted.

After every episode he actually wouldn't remember doing any of that and starts feeling guilt again, he was given another chance at life after he messed up and got them killed, he felt like he was ruining their life again. Not only did he give his best to find her, just to find out that he was waisting himself outside, but also did things he didn't want to do. Knowing that he's unwillingly now scaring her too hurts him to the core.

Scared that one day he'll actually do something bad to her, he doesn't understand why she still stands next to him.

Why haven't you left me yet?

Why would I do that?

I'm not the same person I used to be.

So?

I was supposed to save you, not be the source of your pain.

Seing Z lose himself more each day. She decides to grand him his biggest wish in life , if his old self is about to wither away, she at least wants him to be happy for once before he's completely gone. She just wanted to see his genuine smile again.

Since the day they started living together, Z always talked about wanting to have kids with her, he always wanted a family. AleX never was really into that idea. Knowing her own family, she was scared of becoming just like them. Z, although heartbroken by that, never forced her into anything, but he hoped for the day she'll change her mind about it.

Wait, really? Are you sure you want that?

Yeah, sure.. why not..

He was actually overjoyed, AleX doesn't remember the day when she last saw him this happy.

Z actually started feeling better. he was slowly being himself again. And over time healed of his traumas. He gifted his hat to one of his kids as a sign of their special bond as they are the ones who saved him.