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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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this is nothing. just 2.5K words of me fantasizing about phh/lhh harry as a dad. ignore my delusions— or not, reblog and like:))

imagine!!! the baby is like one when harry has his long hair and lhh being a dad to a little baby girl GOD HEAR ME OUT!!!

i so imagine y/n finding out she’s pregnant at the beginning of phh’s era

“I’m pregnant.”

The words left her mouth quickly. Sick of the anticipation, she sucked in her breath looking up at her boyfriend.

Harry sat there with his fingers intertwined, mouth gone dry from being hung open for too long. His brows are furrowed, his mind trying to translate the words said. “I— Uh—” The only syllables he was able to get out. He cleared his throat vigorously.

“I—I’m—I’m going to be— Are you sure?” His eyes piercing up into hers, stinging with tears. She chuckles, suddenly feeling relief that his reaction seemed a little on the bright side. “Y-yeah,” She pulled out the two ClearBlue test with the clear words Pregnant written across.

Harry’s breath hitches in his throat before he’s able to comprehend anything. His mouth is dry, hesitant, he turns the rest towards him to clearly see it.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He breaths out.

Y/n’s eyes lightened after her whole demeanor had been tense due to the anticipation of his reaction. “Yeah, you are,” She let out a breathy laugh as she tried not to cry. Trying to read his expressions— Harry’s lip eventually twitches into a small smile. Disbelief and happiness all in one. “W-we’re going to be parents?”

Y/n pouts towards him coyly, nodding before pulling him in an soft hug. Harry’s slow to respond but he eventually does. Wrapping his arms around her torso tightly, letting the built up tears of happiness drop on to her t-shirt that she most definitely stole from him.

“Are we ready for this?” She whispered in his shoulder.

They were only twenty. Fresh out of their teen years, nervous as hell, but they made it work.

omg don’t even get me started when they find out the gender!!

Harry would lay down on the bed, resting his head on Y/n’s chest softly just like he’d always do before she was pregnant and caress her bump.

“‘Dats my baby girl in there,” Harry whispered in disbelief. Caressing her bump so ever softly.

“Don’t forget about me,” Y/n pouted softly, joking of course. Harry huffed out a soft chuckle, pressing a passionate kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek. “How could I? I love you, always, my love.” He reminded her kindly of his love her before resuming to the view of her glowing stomach. Treating her like the queen she deserves to be treated like, he was always so soft and gentle when he spoke and touched her.

Y/n’s fingers tangled in his tight curls that went all the way down to his shoulders and caressed his scalp softly. Getting his attention by calling him with a small “Baby.”

“Yes,” He answered lowly like he was going to awake the baby.

too cute too cute too cute

“Not trying to push you or anything. But inside that head of yours were there any names that came to you? Or not yet?” Y/n couldn’t imagine that he didn’t think of any names yet.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath before turning to Y/n and saying, “Yes, plenty, but i feel like the perfect one won’t come until she does, you know what I mean,” He said. “I need to see her first, you know,” He looked back down at her belly then at her.

“Well it’s nice to have ideas. Can I hear what you got?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

ima explode

“Throw em at me,” She smirked.

“My first thought was, Rosie.” He said simply, looking up at Y/n, hesitance in his voice. A large smile grew on her face at the sweet soft name. “Go on,” She urged.

He smiled lightly. “Lily, Maeve, Lucy, Ellie, Hailey— like e y or l e e,” Every name out in a blink of an eye. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle as he continued naming names like he had a list engraved in his brain.

god i so believe that he’d lay back next to her and just rant about baby names and go, “well yeah there’s mine. yours?” :(( so baby

I also feel they would hide the whole pregnancy from the press. At least try to. Many fans would be suspicious on why they don’t see Harry and Y/n together as much— many would think they are just not spotted. But really Y/n is trying to hide her growing fetus.

ugh!! imagine how thrilled he’ll be to be a father:((

hes def the type to adress y/n and the baby as two.

“I’ll be right back,” Pecking his girlfriends lips and letting his two hand lay up on her belly. “I love you… both.”

i’m going to cry

♡♥︎♢♦︎♡♥︎♢♦︎♡♥︎ ♢♦︎♡♥︎♢♦︎♡♥︎ ♢♦︎

—One Year Later—

fuck ima scream. imagine lhh about to go on stage and can’t leave the baby alone:(

Lily giggles as her father blew into her soft belly. Kicking her little chubby legs as if it’ll fight him off. The little airs hitting her stomach tickling her. She laughs ridiculously hard at her dad’s actions.

Fifthteen minutes before the concert starts and Harry can’t get enough of the little chubby baby. Her laugh was so contagious, her beautiful smile. Teething, baby. Two teeth at the bottom, two at the top.

Y/n sat next to her baby as Harry cooed to her sweetly. “Argh! You’re just the cutest arent ya’” Harry cooed before pressing his lips against his daughters cheek, giving her a sweet kiss.

Dressed in a simple black long-sleeve shirt, with matching skinny jeans and his favorite boots, Harry swore to himself he was going to get up and go with the boys soon but every time he would kiss Lily and Y/n goodbye and try to go for the door, he swore the baby called, “Da da,” and came back for an extra five minutes.

“Harry you have to go,” Y/n chuckled.

“I know I know. It’s time she naps anyway, huh?”

Y/n nods sweetly at her fiancé before taking her baby in her arms. “You might as well take one with her, lovie.” Hoping his girls gets some much needed-rest while she could. Harry presses a kiss to each of their foreheads before stepping out of the dressing room.

Harry would come back to his dressing room, sweaty, bottom of water half-empty, hair falling out of bun. But all exaggeration leaves his body when he spots his two girls passed out on the long sofa of his dressing room.

and then just imagine when they get a chance home. the baby would be about 14 months now. harry has come home from tour, the band hit its hiatus. imagine lhh with a baby at home! ima cry fr

Harry would wake up in his L.A home. His fiancée by his side and his baby fast asleep.

“Da da!”

Harry’s heart beams every-time he hears it come out of her squeaky small voice. So cute, so small, he was going to explode. “Yes baby, Da Da,” Pressing pepper kisses on her nose, as she let’s out a little giggle.

“Okay let’s get you fed, yeah?”

Harry placed the tiny plastic green spoon against his daughters lips. Her favorite flavor ever, Banana.

“Mmh,” She shook her head.

Harry pouted, “No? This is your favorite, darling. At least try it,” He placed the spoon between her sealed pink lips, getting them to slowly pry open.

She begins letting Harry place the banana flavored liquidated mush in to her mouth. He sooner earned a, “Mmhm!” Harry chuckled fondly as she squeaked to the delightful taste of her favorite flavor.

“Mmh!” Harry mocked his daughter playfully, impersonating her reaction to delicious food. “More?”

She scrunched her face up she proud took another spoonful, Harry wiping the dripping banana mush off her chin with her bright colored bib.

nah because that baby is his and he’s gonna do whatever to protect her. that’s his ‘princess.’

“Good morning, princess,” He greets quietly as he steps into the nursery. Loud babbling alarmed him to step into the room, telling him she had awoken.

When he bent over the crib, he was met with her big wide colorful eyes. Babbling to her father, arms stretched, hoping to be held. Her lip quivers scared who wouldn’t get the message, “Da Da,” she’d whimper.

“O-oh my baby!” He’d coo babyishly. Tending to his daughter, Harry would pick up his baby up, setting her on his hip as she clings to his shirtless body. “Don’t cry m’pretty girl. Don’t ye’ cry.”

He bounced her in her arms, giving her soft kisses to her temple.

The fact the baby would probably be a daddy’s girl would be so !!! like when the baby is like 18 months and they’re able to say simple, “mommy,” and “daddy”’s

“Daddy,” Her lip would quiver after watching her Daddy leave the room and Harry would immediately revert his tracks. Harry shirtless with his hair tied up and just into his shorts as he was about to jump into the shower. But immediately making a 360 turn to his fiancée and daughter on the large bed in their bedroom.

“I’m right here baby,” He said walking back to his daughter. Hand out to her, she’d wrap her little hand around his two fingers.

“Daddy's going to shower he’ll be right back,” Y/n promised, holding her. The child tried to move towards the edge of the bed to crawl towards her father but Y/n held her hold.

“I’ll be right back, baby, promise,” Harry pouted.

please i just know he hates leaving her!!

When he’d walk away, again… Her lip would tremble and her eyes would swell with tears, “Da-Daddy,” She called silently.

Harry’s quick to look back her watching him walk to the bedrooms master bathroom.

“Oh baby, come here,” He took her right when the tear finally fell down her cheek. She curled up into his neck as he rubbed down her back sympathetically.

Y/n’s quick to hold her up and let Harry tend to her. As much as Y/n would be jealous of the favoritism Lily has over her for her father she couldn’t blame her— Harry treated her like a little princess.

“How about we take a bath, yeah? Wanna do that?”

Harry let’s her soft hand hold his large finger, he doesn’t get a response but Y/n smiles before saying, “I’ll get it set up.”

harry taking gears when y/n is exhausted.

“Oh hello my gorgeous girls,” Kissing them both on the foreheads softly, Y/n would smile wholeheartedly.

Holding the bottle up to Lily’s mouth Y/n smiled sleepishly at Harry. “Hi,” She spoke quietly. Harry looked her in the eyes and immediately noticed the sleep she was craving.

“Oh my love, I got this. Why don’t you rest for the night? I got ha’” He offered, holding his hand out for the baby.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah you’ve been with her all day, I’ve got her,” Harry answered sweetly taking the baby from Y/n’s arms. He felt all though he was tired she deserved the rest more than he did.

“Well she’s fed, she just wanted to drink outta the cup for a while, I guess. You got this?” She checked.

“Yeah,” He assured her.

“Mmh, you’re the best. Thank you baby.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, before receiving one of for her own. “Always. Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight.”

Y/n kissed Lily on the head before heading upstairs to bed.

Harry bounced Lily in his arms softly, going to lie down on the sofa.

Humming whatever tune in his head. Whatever it was he couldn’t get it out of his head. Pulling the silly cup away from her mouth as she began to doze off, Harry laid Lily’s body up on his broad chest.

Singing against her forehead ever so lightly. A tune that’s been stuck in his head all day, humming it softly above his daughters head as he stared up at the bare ceiling.

IM GOING TO EXPLODE.

harry’s def the type to give her a little talks when he’s stressed or just out of it.

“I think mumma’s upset with me,” He’ll speak lowly, sitting in the chair in the nursery, holding his daughter straight forward cradled in his arms.

“I’m trying,” He’ll tell her. “I just wish I could be with you guys all the time, you know. I’m trying to— you guys are my number one priority, you know that right? But I don’t want mommy to think the opposite,” He told her truthfully. “Do you think I'm doing a good job?” He asked the question, not getting any response.

“I know mummy thinks I'm doing a bad job.” He speaks sadly, “I know she feels like she’s on her own. But I’m trying I really am—” Lily’s eyes brightened and her small hand grabbing at his face in response.

“I— What? What you grabbing at—” He lent forward to see her mission on his face only for her to grab at his long strands of hair. Opening her mouth wide, Harry’s eyes widen, “No, my love. You cannot chew my hair,” He chuckled, pulling his hair back from her mouth on for her to began swinging around her tiny finger. “I really wish I could be with 24/7,” He sighed. “Soon, though. Just gotta make it up to mumma. She doesn’t deserve to be all alone on this. You could be a handful my little angel,” He teased. Knowing she couldn’t understand most of what he was ranting about was the most comforting thing about this conversation.

“I love you,” He sighed. “I’m trying,” He promised her. Letting her softly tug on his hair, her eyes focused on the hair, and his focused on her large ones. “Do you believe me?” Brushing her hair back softly, Harry brushed his nose against hers, “I’m sorry if I’m not doing well, baby. I’m trying to be their for you guys everyday but you know, the band. But it’s okay, alright? Because the boys— we are planning a little break. I’m hoping during that break I could spend everyday with you and mummy, yeah? Speaking of which, what you think about me doing my own thing? You think Daddy can do it, huh? Without the boys, Daddy can do it by himself, right? I mean it’s only a little break but if I ever wanted to focus on just something like a solo thing… do you think I can do something with it?”

Lily babbled baby noises that made Harry chuckle. A little yawn followed, telling him it was about time he wrapped this midnight talk up. Smiling softly at his daughter, their matching dimples mirroring each other. “I always knew you’ll be my number one supporter,” He chuckled pressing a kiss to her nose. “I love you with my whole heart, lovebug. So much it hurts.”

i def over did. it with the end but i couldn’t help it ugh that’s his baby:(

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lookismaddict · 1 year

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Lookism Chapter 437 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Sorry guys, late once again because I had a test today. But damn… Jihan ambitious? 👀

DAAAAAAAAAMN, THAT’S RIGHT. GET BITCH SLAPPED!!!

TELL ME WHY THAT PANEL REMINDED ME OF THIS??? HAHAHAHAHAHA THEY HAD A WILL SMITH AND CHRIS ROCK MOMENT. 💀💀💀💀💀 I BET PTJ USED THIS SCENE AS A MODEL. BUT IF HE REALLY DID, THEN IMMA BE CRYING TEARS.

Damn. So, my question is... are they all brothers or something? And how are they even family related? Is he their uncle? Am I missing something here? 😭😭 Can one of y'all let me know who this Jichang mf is to them? *am confusion* (Update: I forgot "Hyungnim" is a term for older brother. My dumbass... ignore me. I haven't been watching k-dramas anymore so I forgot. My bad.)

OK MAN, LISTEN. LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN... I DO ADMIT. YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE. BUT IF YOU DO THAT TO JAY ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR. IMMA-

This dude is thriving now, but when Jay pummels him... WHEEEEWWWWWWWWWW I CAN'T WAIT TO SIP OUTTA MY FANCY ASS WINE GLASS JUST TO SEE HIM ON THE GROUND.

YEEEESSSSSS JAYYYYY!!! ATTACK HIMMMM!!! BEAT HIM WITH SYSTEMA!!! 😤👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Omg, I can't wait to see him use Kali Arnis. represent 🇵🇭

Oh, sorry. Those were my boobs, my bad. It caught you off guard tho, right? 👁👁

Um... B O I. Your picture would appear under the word "ignorant" because you have no idea who you're messing with. 💀💀💀 YOU'RE LITERALLY, FIGHTING WITH H GROUP CHAIRMAN'S SON. WDYM? You have no idea how much power this kid has, let alone his own PROWESS. 🤡 Also, if this boy Jihan doesn't stop wrecking Jay...

Get it? Since, Jay is already HARMED... then Jihan is about to catch these MF HANDS EITHER WAYYYYY!!!! 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

BRUH, I'LL END YOU! TF???

Oh great, it's the smartass twink again...

Has anyone noticed how big Mandeok's hair is? That it's even protruding out of the panel? PTJ you comedic genius...

Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Eugene...

Damon Goh's rubber duck must know some secrets. I bet it even knows the secret to the two bodies AND stuff about Charles Choi. You never know where it might have gone off to. Ooooouuu, it said, "I'm a detective." 😎 And I love how goofy Mandeok can be, even when he's unintentionally funny. Like, man's got the humor and all without him even knowing. (For instance, there's a panel in Ep. 373, which was the chapter when Daniel moves into the Workers' Casino and both Eugene & Mandeok welcome him. Then all of a sudden, Mandeok just grabs onto Daniel then physically shakes him upside-down because Eugene said it's for security purposes. 😂)

SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT THIS DILF IS ACTUALLY A FRIEND OF ALEXANDER SOPHIA'S???? OMGGGGG BRUH. YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW I SCREAMED WHEN EUGENE MENTIONED PARK JINCHEOL. HONESTLY, I LOVE THE PTJ UNIVERSE SM. CONNECTING ALL WORLDS INTO ONE LIKE THEY IN SOME MARVEL UNIVERSE. 😭😭😭

DON'T MIND ME SKIPPING THE PARTS WHEN JAY WAS GETTING BEATEN, BUT YEEEEEEEEEEEE BOIIIIIIIII. TIME TO GET WACKED!!!!! 😆😆😆

"To think you'd look for a woman late at night, Jay Hong." ... hmmm. That line really stuck with me. I've been rereading that over and over again to the point that I lost count. So... does Alexander Sophia know or had a feeling that Jay is...? 😳

AWWWWWW HELL YEAH, THERE'S AN UPGRADED VERSION OF ALEXANDER'S KALI ARNIS!!! THAT'S SO COOOOOOL!!! 🤩🤩🤩

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS JAYYYYYYY!!! YOU DID ITTTT!!!! I love how Jay has such a big heart. Even though Jihan is an enemy, he still considers his health. He even knows his own POWER TOO AND WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF. ALSO, HE ISN'T AS WEAK AS HE WAS BACK THEN. LIKE DAAAAAAAAMN JAY, YOU GOT SO STRONG!!! AM PROUD. 😩😩💖💖💖💖💖

GOD PTJ, DON'T MAKE ME CRY HERE. YK I AIN'T READY FOR A SOB FEST. 😭😭😭😭

I TOLD Y'ALL, IMMA BE SIPPIN ON MY WINE GLASS. GOT THAT ROSÉ IN HAND, EXTRA FRUITYYYY. 🤪

Yeah bro, it's some sexy pervy illiterate demonic Enemy of the State Japanese Yakuza mf named Jong Gun Park.

OH LOOK, THERE HE IS! HI BAE, I MISS YOUR PSYCHOTIC ASS!!! 😩😩🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 DON'T MIND YOUR SON GETTING YEETED BY A 1ST GEN KING. HE'LL BE FIIIIINE... hopefully.

AHHHHHHH SHIIIIII. NOW IT'S DANIEL'S TURN FOR THE SPOTLIGHT. What if Hudson and Jay come to the rescue when Daniel is at his lowest while fighting Jichang? Well, that's one of my guesses on what'll happen in the future. But, I have faith in Daniel. I hope he'll knock Jichang down a peg, next chapter. Well, until next week! 👋🏽

God, I hate how I'm busy on Thursdays now. Almost every week, I be posting my reviews super late now. Smh me. Sorry guys. 😓

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satellite-evans · 2 years

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Infinity and Beyond

Pairing: Chris Evans x girlfriend!reader

Summary: You loved Chris, and he loved you. To..

Word count: 2.843 words

Warnings: fluff, description of anxiety, curse words, let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back to writing! I took a much needed hiatus and now I'm back on track (Hopefully) . I'll try to post my normal schedule again. Hope you all are happy and well.

Also, I reached 400 followers! Words can't describe how happy and excited I am. Thank you all for following me and showing love to my blog and writings, means the world to me. I met some amazing people here, and can't wait to grow xx

This fic is not my greatest work, sorry beforehand. Love you all xxx.

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

This is an 18+ Blog. I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

You were nominated for an Emmy, and Chris couldn’t be more proud of you. Sending you flowers every day before the event, talking about it on podcasts, messaging his family about it. He was sure as hell that you were going to win.

“I’m telling ya, honey, if you don’t win the Emmy, I’m gonna have to make some phone calls ‘cause no one deserved it as much as you did.” Trying to talk without slurring your words, you saw it was bedtime for your drunk boyfriend.

“Chris, some successful actors deserve to win that Emmy. And it’s okay If I don’t win, because I’m proud of performance such as my family, and that is significantly better than an award. Now get your ass up, it’s bedtime.”

The man couldn’t even shut up when he went on talk shows. You were on his couch with dodger watching Chris talking about himself on Jimmy Fallon. Not knowing how the conversation got there, he started talking about you and your Emmy nomination.

“Yeah, and my outstanding girlfriend just got nominated for an Emmy, which I’m very excited about!” The crowd started cheering and you couldn’t help yourself but laugh.

“Your daddy is so crazy Dodge, can’t stop talking about mommy.” Deep inside, you actually loved it when he spoke his excitement about you and your acting career. Every actor has its trials in life that they have to go through, and Chris was with you every single time. The same love you both shared for acting was unique and the first reason you two were together. He loved seeing you on the big screen and you loved seeing him. His amazing and wise words about acting and his pure adoration for it made you a better actress.

You were so caught up in your head that you almost missed the kind words Chris told the world about you.

“I’m telling you, Jimmy, she is without a doubt one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. I’m so lucky to have her in my life. Not only is she an amazing actress, but she is too the best girlfriend and a trustworthy friend. It is truly a blessing to be in her presence and learn more about her every single day.”

Tears were falling down your cheeks while your heart was getting bigger and fuller with his words.

“Wow, man, you’re gonna make us look awful! I have to write my wife a poem or something so she wouldn’t get jealous!”

You were laughing just like the crowd, and Chris did.

“I can’t help it, man. I’m just so in love with her.”

“Alright, that’s enough of you, mister lover man. Ladies and gentlemen, we will be back after the commercials with none other than Chris Evans!”

Taking your phone in your hand, you texted him a picture of you and Dodger cuddling together.

“Missing you more today than yesterday.”

Seeing that he was online, he texted you back at once.

“Missing you guys more. Can’t wait to get home and get some loving from you, too. Love you to infinity and beyond, baby.”

You were so in love with this man.

When the special day arrived, Chris was more hyper than you. The goofus woke up at 5 am (got a little sleep) and got ready.

“Y/N baby, please wake up. It’s your big day today. omg you’re gonna receive an Emmy!” It was only 6 am, but it looked like your boyfriend had 5 coffees already. You tried to calm him down.

“Baby, please calm down. You’re getting your hopes up for nothing. The chance that I actually win is small, so please relax and try to enjoy the night. And for the love of god don’t wake up this early ever again.”

You started getting ready with the help of your makeup artist while your stylist made sure your outfit was ready. While you were glamming you up, your boyfriend was like a freak running around the house.

“Geez, how many cups of coffee did he drink this morning?” Your makeup artist asked you while applying your contour.

“At least 5. He woke up at 5 am to get ready. The guy is more excited than I am.”

After your makeup and hair were finished, your stylist helped you get in your dress. It was one of the most elegant dresses you had ever seen. The dress was by Ryan and Walter, a golden dress with diamond details.

Seeing yourself in the mirror, you felt sexy and confident for tonight.

“Okay Y/N, you’re all done honey. Do you want me to bring Chris in?”

Just when you wanted to answer, your boyfriend entered the room hearing his own name.

“Babe, I heard my name, so I’m goi-”

The moment he saw was the moment he froze in his place. You looked like a Disney Princess and Chris couldn’t believe that you chose him as your prince. Everything was perfect about you. Your hair, the makeup, the cleavage, every curve you had in your body. No pen in the world could write about how perfect you looked tonight.

“You okay there Chris?” You asked nervously, not knowing why he still hasn’t moved since he walked in.

“I think you broke him Y/N.”

“Yeah, does he have an on/off button or something? We can try to activate him again.”

While your makeup artist and stylist were laughing at their own joke, you walked towards Chris and stood right in front of him.

“What is it, baby? Don’t you like the dress? Do you think it’s too much boob? I think Alyssa brought another dress fo-”

He knocked all the air you had in your lungs out by kissing your red lips hard.

Just when things escalated, your makeup artist, Lilly, interrupted.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing, Chris? Do you know how long it took for me to do her makeup? And now her lipstick is all over the place! Dammit Y/N, sit back down, we have little time!”

Before you sat down in her makeup chair, Chris stopped you.

"I just wanted to say how sexy and absolutely gorgeous you looked, but I freaked out and the only thing that calms me down is kissing you, so I’m sorry that I ruined your makeup, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Finding yourself smiling at his kind words, you kissed his cheek and looked at him with adoration.

“It’s okay, baby. Thank you for your kind words. You look sexy as hell, too. Now wait outside before Lilly kills the both of us."

After saying your goodbye to him, you sat back in the chair and welcomed a furious Lilly.

“You and your horny ass boyfriend. You told me the Oscars incident would be the last one Y/N!”

God, the Oscar incident, that was crazy.

“Hey c’mon, don’t be harsh like that? He just ruined my lipstick. This isn’t the worst you’ve fixed.”

Rolling her eyes, she started reapplying your lipstick.

“Yeah honey, I know. Just tell him to wait after the ceremony because I can’t fix your damn makeup every minute.”

You went outside after Lilly finished your whole look and saw Chris waiting in front of the limousine, scrolling on his phone.

“I’m ready to go if you are handsome.”

He looked up and saw you standing there looking gorgeous. Chris smiled and opened the door for you.

“After you, m’lady.”

Arriving with your boyfriend on the red carpet, some journalists asked you questions about your nomination, and the fact that you were dating Chris Evans.

“Guys, c’mon enough questions about me. Look at the gorgeous woman in front of you and ask questions about her career, alright?”

Finding your seat in the hall, Chris started drinking every liqueur he found on the table.

“Wow, calm down there, big guy. Are you trying to get drunk or something?” Chris was looking nervous, trying to control his breathing.

“I can’t help myself baby, I’m so nervous for you. What if you don’t win? I-I-I mean you worked so hard for this role and I just c-c-can’t imagine how sad you’re gonna feel.”

Falling in love with your boyfriend once again, you saw how considerate he was of your feelings and how much he cared about you.

“That’s okay, Chris. I don’t have to win, is just another award baby. It’s not the end of the world. Nothing will change. Besides, you’ll love me the same, wouldn’t you?” Ending your sentence with a smirk, you saw Chris was not pleased with your comment.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny. Of course, I’ll love you the same. I don’t think I might love you more at this point. Is it wrong that I want great things to happen in your life?”

Sitting closer to him, you put your hand on his chest and your lips on his. The greatest feelings of life was when the two of you connected. Mentally or psychically, didn’t really matter.

You just hoped that Lilly wouldn't kill you.

“Hey, you know I am just joking, right? I love how supportive you are of my career. It actually joys me seeing you get this excited. Thank you for being the supportive boyfriend you are.”

Finally, seeing his big smile, Chris kissed you back with the same passion as the last kiss. Hugging you tighter, your smell filled his nostrils.

“Thank you for being you, baby. I’ve never felt more comfortable in a relationship. I’m just sharing the love you are giving to me too.”

Putting your focus back on the stage, you saw that the category you were nominated for was next. Looking back at Chris, you hold his hand and kissed him once again.

“Everything will be fine. Just know that I love you. Nothing else matters.” Whispering sweet things in your ears was a thing Chris did every time you found yourself in an anxious place. He knew the ways to make you feel relaxed.

"And the Emmy for outstanding lead actress in a drama series goes to, Y/N Y/L/N!"

While everyone started clapping and cheering around you, the only thing you heard was a buzzing noise inside your ear. That you won an Emmy was difficult to comprehend for your brain. While you stood there shaking, making no noise, Chris was screaming his lungs out. He knew that you’d win and couldn’t be more proud of you.

“Honey, I told ya, didn’t I? You don’t even know how much I love you! Gosh, baby, you won! Now go get on that stage and get that award you deserved!”

You too wanted to go on that stage and get your award, but your legs won’t get the memo and didn’t move at all. It felt like your whole body was shut down for business.

“Chris, I don’t think I can get on that stage. I-I-I just can’t.” What a surprise that your anxiety wanted to join this whole circus. The legs that didn’t want to move at all, were now shaking so hard. The buzzing in your ear was getting louder and louder. You couldn’t do it. There was no way you could get on that stage without falling or passing out.

“Of course you can. Are you kidding me? Baby, you are Emmy-winning actress Y/N Y/L/N. You’ve worked so hard in your life to get here. And now you’re here, you’re backing down. That’s not the Y/N I know. You are stubborn, you are a fighter, you never take no as an answer, but most importantly, you are an amazing actress. You earned this Y/N. Go on that stage and get what you deserved, baby.”

The words that came from his mouth were like a breezy wind on a hot summer day. Your whole body got goosebumps and your heated cheeks cooled down. Even your apple watch gave you a message that your heartbeat was slowing down. Not letting everyone wait for more, you kissed Chris on the lips, stood up, and walked toward the stage. Chris stood up too and clapped, just like everyone else did. You received your award from none other than Kate Winslet, a literal icon. You thanked her and took the award she gave you. It was lighter than you expected. When you walked towards the microphone, you saw Chris sitting here watching you with adoration in his eyes. You smiled at him and wiped the tears you didn't know were escaping your eyes.

“Wow, I actually have no words to say. Uh, I want to thank the academy first for this recognition and Kate for giving me this award. It was truly an honour receiving this award from you. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being in a world where I could share my adoration and passion for acting. In none of them was I being rewarded for it, so this is absolutely special to me. The greatness and the performances of my fellow nominees were amazing and just know that I would never see myself above than any of you. The director who helped with everything throughout shooting of the series, thank you so much. Your vision is beyond my mind. I want to thank my actor colleagues who worked day and night with me. The camera crew and the editing crew did a great job. This is undoubtedly a collaboration of teamwork and hard work that we all did together. We all received support during filming, but my primary source of support was you, Chris. I wouldn’t be here without you. You are everything a person would want in a friend, everything a girlfriend would want in a boyfriend and everything an actress would want in a colleague. Not only did you believe in me, but you pushed me to help believe in myself. You are a blessing to this world. I love you to infinity and beyond. Thank you all.”

Everyone stood up, applauding you, including Chris. He had tears running down his cheeks and a smile bigger than yours. He was so proud of you.

Chris helped you get off the stage and embraced you in a big hug.

“You did it honey,” He whispered in your ear. “I am so proud of you, the woman you are.”

You shook your head and watch tears falling from his eyes.

“No Chris, we did it. I would never be here if it wasn’t your support. Didn’t you listen to the whole speech I just gave?”

Laughing at your joke, he kissed your forehead and hugged you again.

“Let’s skip the afterparty and celebrate at home with dodger, what do you say?”

“That’s a wonderful idea. I love you so much.” You kissed him again and again and again until you couldn’t no more.

“I love you too, baby.”

“To infinity.”

“And beyond”.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #cevans #fluff #chris evans x you #chris evans characters #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans x actress!reader #chris evans x girlfriend!reader #chris evans imagine #hande erçel #chris evans one shot #weheartchrisevans

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kib-ble · 1 year

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ok so im here again i hope u still have requests open SO:

lets say konig gets back from a mission RIGHT? andd since its hes busy with missions he forgets its his birthday. ok and he comes home and reader surpises him :') WITH A CAKE AND EVERYTHING

maybe a pet cat or dog as a present??? who knows 😋

(i personally see him as both a cat and dog person)

YES ABSOLUTELY YES OMG

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEE I CANTTTT

*ps, all translations were made in google translate, if they’re wrong, i apologize!!*

(könig x reader)

the amount of decorations you had managed to put up in the span of 2 hours was quite surprising. the other hour you spent making sure a cake would be ready when könig got home. he was unexpectedly put on leave and he had texted you to let you know since it would most likely be dark by the time he got home.

the small cat you had picked out from the animal shelter sat on his small bed next to the couch, watching the balloons move in the air.

the smell of the take out you got for the both of you wafted through the air, making you hungry and the small cake you got with the correct number of candles to match his age sat on the counter.

he told you he’d be home in about half an hour, giving you time to fix any small details in the decorations you could find. the food was laid nicely on the table and you put the cat back in the carrier ti surprise him later.

with your back turned away from the door and you too focused on the table setup, you never noticed the door open and close. you did notice, however, the sound of a large bag hitting the floor, which made you turn around. you were supposed to have 10 minutes left before he came home.

konigs brown eyes looked around at all the decorations that surrounded you. his hands took off his mask as he walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“schatz..” his voice broke and he pulled you tighter to him, “you didn’t have to do all this..”

you pulled away slightly to look at his face. some tears swarmed his eyes as he looked into yours, a smile had appeared aswell, making you smile.

“anything for my king.”

konig pulled your face close, pressing his lips softly against yours. the kiss lasted a while with both of you pulling apart breathless.

“why don’t you get changed and i’ll grab your present, then we can eat?”

“you got me a present?” his eyes lit up once again, earning a small laugh from you.

“yes, but you need to get changed in order to get it.”

konig nodded then quickly rushed to get changed. you grabbed the cat carrier from the other room, setting it on a chair where it would be hidden from konig until you gave it to him.

he came back soon, all changed and comfy. “couch. sit. close your eyes please.”

he sat in the couch, closing his eyes. you grabbed the carrier and set it next to him. “open.”

his eyes opened to see the small black carrier. his hand opened the door and the kitten came out almost immediately.

“oh, honig (honey, i didn’t know that either).” konig picked up the call then placed him on his lap. the kitten snuggled into him, purring as konig scratched behind his ears.

“i can’t believe you remembered..” he spoke quietly.

“remembered you liked cats or remembered your birthday?”

“my birthday.. even i forgot.”

you sat next to him on the couch, holding onto his arm as your head dropped onto his shoulder. “baby, i would never forget. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, schatz”

“happy birthday konig.”

“thank you.” he kissed your head, then laid his ontop of yours.

“oh! i almost forgot.” jumping off the couch and running to the kitchen, your grabbed the cake. konig stood and watched you, still holding his new kitten. “surprise!” you held the cake down so he could see the writing, ‘happy birthday, king!’

he continued to smile as he watched you set the cake back down. slowly, he made his way toward you, setting the cat down in the process, and picking you up, holding you as close as possible to him. “danke meine, liebe”

(thank you, my love)

#cod mwii x reader #kibble writes cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #konig modern warfare #könig x reader #cod x reader #reader x könig #cod konig

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kiestrokes · 7 months

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Kiiiieeee can you do another collab with B and rank SKZ as "house husbands"?

Stray Kids Most to Least: House Husbands | SFW

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: MTL, headcanon, imagine, slice of life. Warnings: maybe some cursing.

🗝️ Note: alright alright alright. lol the way that @chans-room wrote most of this from my tentative ranking, and I'm just giving them house husband titles. Teamwork makes the drift work bby 🤗

B is the 🦇

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Lee Minho (the tyrant)

🦇: Lee Minho is the god tier house husband but if you ever tell him that he will never forgive you. He cleans, he cooks, he meal preps your lunches, he has meals frozen ready to be made when he’s gone, he texts you about making sure you drink water through the day. 9/10. Only point missing bc if you so much as consider giving his cats tap water he will know and hold it against you.

Bang Chan (the granola daddy)

🦇: Bang Chan is also a quality house husband, but he def works from home. But he is (usually) able to balance the cooking and cleaning and his own shit. He’s helping you on rough days and giving you all the love and care and attention you want. 8/10 only bc he rarely goes to sleep at a decent time, and also bc he’s attempted to get you to drink a protein monstrosity. You nearly died and banned him from using the blender.

Lee Felix (the muffin man)

🦇: Omg Felix he’d just be so cute and helpful (even tho sometimes he’s not helpful at all) and you’d come home daily to random baked goods. 7/10 for effort but man sometimes you wonder how one man can make such a mess. It’s a feat honestly.

Hwang Hyunjin (the trophy wife husband)

🦇: Hyunjin would have the whole trophy husband bit DOWN. If he’s staying home then you better earn him babey. He cleans for sure, but his cooking is either hit or miss. He looks so good doing it though you really don’t even care how shit he is at cooking. 6/10 because sometimes you come home to smoke pouring out the windows.

Seo Changbin (the muscle pig)

🦇: Changbin…sorry but no lmao he wants you to be his house spouse (lmao). He has those big boujee rich vibes where he’d want to provide for YOU and feel weird if he wasn’t doing anything. If you can convince him to work primarily from home while you go make money, it’s still not super working in your favor. He’s spending most of his time at the gym and his kitchen experience is using a damn blender. 5/10 but he gets points bc he absolutely will order some fancy ass dinner to be delivered to you every night if you’re expecting dinner lmao.

Yang Jeongin (the chaotic black cat)

🦇: Jeongin is also a No lmao. If you left him home all the time alone he’d respond like a fuckin gremlin cat sent loose to wreak havoc on your life. He’d be fine playing video games or whatever on his own for a while but then… he’s finding any trouble he can get into. You come home to a mess like every day and it would be exhausting. 3/10 bc he is very repentant and will try to soothe your ire with cuddles.

Kim Seungmin (the divorcee)

🦇: Seungmin is also just a no lol. He wouldn’t see the point of staying at home when he was perfectly capable of going out and doing things on his own. More often than not, you’d come home to an empty house, Seungmin nowhere in sight OR napping in bed with a book. He’s not built for that life. 2/10 bc he’d probably cook on occasion, and he’d def clean, but he will complain about both. Loudly. On end.

Han Jisung (sorry I'm the wife)

🦇: Han would be shit at it and would be more of a sugar baby than anything. He is bbg. He is not cleaning, cooking, or anything, I’m sorry to say. Love him to pieces but 0/10 sorry babes.

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 14: Once upon a time ✍️

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, the whole seeing red story, Mickey and Jinx being besties, mentions of alcohol and i think that's all.

A/N: Someone wanted to see Mickey telling the whole story to Jinx, and here it is. Just love these two so much.

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Masterlist on pinned!

Translations: pendeja: idiot / pringado: loser / abuela,abuelita: grandma

Mickey watches Jinx enter the Hard Deck, black motorcycle helmet in hand. These two have known each other since their academy days. If you ask Jinx who her best friend is, the answer will be simple: Fanboy. And if you asked Mickey who his best friend was, he would give you Jesse’s name. It’s always been like this. Jinx and Mickey, Mickey and Jinx.

People called them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. It sums up their whole relationship.

“Pendeja, I’m here!” Mickey raises his voice to catch Jinx’s attention, and when she sees him, her lips curve in a teasing smile.

“I see that you have finally decided to grow some hair!” She leaves the helmet on the table and ruffles the man’s hair, ignoring his protests.

“You’re just jealous of my curls.” Mickey retorts, fixing his hair. “How long has it been since we last saw each other?”

“Well… At least eight months. That’s when I was sent to Rota.” Jinx looks at the two beers in front of her. “Aww, look at you! Getting me a beer before I’m even here? What a sweet guy you are.”

“It’s poisoned.”

She snorts, switching beers and drinking. “Then perish, pringado.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Thanks, I had a great teacher.” Jinx takes a sip of her beer and takes off her jacket. “Well, I’m ready to hear the story.”

“Buckle up, babe. This is a long one.” Mickey unlocks his phone and shows his friend a picture of the Dagger Squad and their partners. “So, this is the fam. Dagger Squad.”

“The kiddos fly too?” Jesse jokes, and Mickey throws a napkin at her. “Hey!”

“Focus, dumbass.” Mickey zooms in to show Jake and Red. “These are the leaders. Lieutenant Commander Seresin and Lieutenant Commander Seresin.”

“They’re married?”

“They were married. Now they’re divorced and expecting a baby.”

“Omg, when did they divorce?” She drinks again, already sensing that this is going to be a long story.

“Three years ago.”

Jesse chokes on her drink and looks at Mickey with wide eyes. “Something isn’t adding up.”

“You remember Cyclone?”

“Yeah, Vice Admiral. He once tried to get into my pants.”

“He what?” Mickey grabs Jinx’s hand, looking into her eyes. “Did he touch you or something?”

“Oh no, Miguel, don’t worry. It never got that far. I told him that my dick was bigger than his, and he never tried to talk to me outside working hours ever again.”

Mickey shakes his head, while grabbing his beer. “Your dick is purple, and I bought it for you.”

"Is it or is it not bigger than his?” Jesse raises her finger, inviting him to contradict her words.

“Anyway, Cyclone. He was really tired, or maybe just jealous of Jake.” He points at him in the picture. “And decided to mess a bit with him.”

“So he called his ex-wife?” She ventures, grabbing a napkin and folding it to form a little ship.

“Yeah, Cyclone called Red Queen Seresin to be team leader, a position that was occupied by Jake. The thing is that Jake asked for a divorce three years before she came, and Red never knew why. She just signed the papers to make him happy.”

Jinx looks outside the window, observing the waves crash against the shore. “What a great woman.”

“She was pregnant.”

She turns her head so quickly that she can feel a crack. “And Jake knew?”

“No. Neither did her. Found out a few days later.”

“Wait, so when she came to Top Gun to be the leader…”

Mickey nods, knowing where her train of thought is headed. “He found out he was a father.”

“What was his reaction?”

“Well, surprisingly, his father instincts kicked in, and he was the most amazing dad I’ve ever seen. Well, Payback taught him a lot of things, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. A good dad, that thing neither of us had.” Jinx chortles, reminding Mickey of his past. It wasn’t something that he wanted to recall.

“Anyway. Jake and Red started spending lots of time together because of their son, Liam, and eventually the feelings reemerged again because Jake didn’t get a divorce because he didn’t love her anymore.”

“Then why?”

“Because he was threatened. Do you know SJAC?”

“Wasn’t the CEO killed a few months ago?”

“Yeah, Red pulled the trigger.”

“Say what again?” Jesse queries, gesturing to the bartender to get them another two drinks.

“Gregory St. James was Jake’s father.”

“Jake is Jacob St. James?!” She scratches her hair, trying to understand everything. “Okay let me recap. Jake is the heir who fled 20 years ago; he changed his name and eventually met Red; they married, and the father discovered the whole thing, threatened him, and Jake divorced her so she wouldn't be in danger. Neither of the Seresins knew that she was pregnant, and Jake didn’t find out until three years later.”

“Yeah, you got it all right. But wait, this is where it becomes interesting.”

Mickey tells her about the threatening messages, about Jake’s past, the mole at base, the Hawaii honeymoon that didn’t last as long as it was supposed to, the kidnapping, Jake and Red’s trip to Hidden Hills, and Red running back into the house to save her husband.

“...Is it bad to have a crush on the boss?”

“Jinx!”

“Come on, Miguel! That’s the kind of woman you want to be when you grow up.”

“You’re not even a girl.”

“Hey! I’m everything. Girl, boy and everything in between.” She protests, throwing the napkin boat at his head.

“I know, pendeja. Well, a few weeks ago, there was a birthday party. Liam’s birthday party.”

“There’s more?” Jinx inquires, leaning against the back of the chair. “Man, this is like watching three seasons of Game of Thrones in one sitting.”

“Shush, child. It was Liam’s birthday party, and Penny and Mav,” He points at them in the picture. “gave Jake a surprise. They were going to adopt him. He’s now a Mitchell.”

“But that’s absolutely wonderful! If I tell Maverick that my dad was also mean to me, would he adopt me?” She ponders, her hand on her chin.

“Nobody would want to adopt you, dumbass.” Mickey chuckles, looking for a new picture on his phone. “This girl appeared soon after, telling Maverick that she was her daughter.”

“Now you’re kidding me. It’s impossible to reunite so much trauma in one group.” She turns in her seat, grabbing her jacket.

“She’s pregnant.”

She drops the jacket and sits down. “Bullshit.”

“Twins.”

“Get outta here!”

“Rooster is the father.”

“Rooster. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. A father.” Mickey nods, and she looks at her empty beer. “I’m gonna need something stronger than this.”

“Maybe you can come to my house later. Where are you staying?”

“I haven’t been assigned a house yet. Do you have room?”

“Yep, one empty room. You can stay with me.”

“Just like the good ol’ days.” Jesse sighs and looks at him. “I missed you a lot, you know.”

Mickey smirks. “Just confess that you have the biggest crush on me, and we can move on.”

“Says the one that kissed me.” She teases him, a smirk appearing on her lips.

“We don’t talk about that night.” He warns her. “But yeah, I missed you, too. By the way, how is Tobby?”

She looks at her hands, sighing. “It didn’t work out. Marines and wizzos don’t work out.”

“His loss.” He grabs her helmet and stands up. “Come on, I’ll show you your new home.”

“Please, tell me that you have some tamales.” She begs, getting the jacket from the chair next to her and walking with him.

“My abuelita brought me some yesterday.”

Jinx hugs Mickey, almost making the two of them fall to the floor. “I love abuela Camila.”

“Yeah, she loves you too.”

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charlywrites · 2 years

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Requested by anon

Request; Can i requests a sergio perez? Where it's their children's first race.

Warnings; a bunch of spanish words but they honestly don’t require a translation <3

Note: I enjoyed writing for Checo so much omg

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When you first met Sergio, years ago, he was racing for Force India and you were simply a Formula One enjoyer who attended a Grand Prix and got lucky enough to encounter a bunch of drivers.

You weren’t necessarily a Force India fan but you liked Sergio’s driving and took the opportunity to get a picture with him- the day after, you accidentally encountered each other in the city’s streets and he asked if he could buy you a coffee or tea.

From then on, you always kept in touch and started dating only a few weeks later. While it wasn’t really serious for the first few weeks as Sergio would travel a lot for the races, it changed when he asked you to move in with him.

And here you were now, years later, going to attend your and Sergio’s daughter first race. It didn’t take long for your child to take after Sergio and develop a passion for racing. She was her dad number one fan and wanted to be like him later.

When your daughter turned five, Sergio and you found one of the best karting club for her and signed her up there. You would never forget how ecstatic she was when you told her she was going to race too.

Today was her first ever race, she had been talking about it all week but sadly Sergio wasn’t going to be able to attend the race as his busy schedule didn’t allow him to leave for the occasion.

At least, that’s what he told you and it broke your heart knowing how much he wanted to attend your daughter’s race. You promised you’d record the whole thing so he’d have a way to watch it but the two of you knew it wasn’t the same as being there.

You looked from afar your daughter listening to her instructor before the race would start when you felt arms gently wrapping around your waist and a chin resting on your shoulder, “ hola, mi amor.”

You would have broke the surprising embrace before hearing his voice if you hadn’t recognized Sergio’s perfume right away,“ Sergio? I thought you couldn’t make it in time for the race.”

“ I thought so too but after insisting, they rescheduled some stuff to give me the day off.”

“ Why didn’t you tell me when you called earlier?”

Sergio let out a chuckle before cupping your cheeks and kissing you, “ I wanted to surprise the both of you.”

“ She’s going to be thrilled to see you here!” you smiled, excited just by imagining your daughter’s reaction, you knew how disappointed she was that her dad couldn’t attend her first race, “ we should go wish her a good race before it starts.”

Sergio and you didn’t even get to your daughter that she recognized her dad, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds for her to jump in her dad’s arms, “ papá you came to my race!”

“ I wasn’t going to miss my champ’s first race!”

“ You’re the best, papá! I’ll win for you and mamá!”

Sergio softly smiled, kissing his daughter’s forehead, “ i want you to enjoy the race and have fun, you’ll have plenty of time to win in the future.”

Your daughter vigorously nodded her head, even more excited than she had been until now since she now had her dad to support her. Sergio and you stayed with your daughter until she was called by her instructor to get ready for the race, “ bye mamá, bye papá, I love you!”

Sergio and you exchanged a smile, she was already making the two of you so proud. Getting back to the stand where you had previously been, you sat together and waited for the karting race to begin.

“ She’s growing up so much.”

You smiled at his words, it was hard to believe she was already five years old when it felt like she was born yesterday, “ the more she’s growing up and the more she’s looking like you.”

“ You think so?”

“ Baby, she has a passion for racing, wants to be a Formula 1 driver and wants to be signed at Red Bull.”

Sergio laughed as you told him about your daughter’s dreams, she definitely was her dad’s daughter, “ what can I say she’s my child.”

“ She’s literally a mini you.”

#sergio perez x reader #sergio perez imagine #x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #red bull f1 #request

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duuhrayliegh · 1 year

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can i request a sebby x singer!reader fluff 🥺🥺

welcomed surprise

pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader

warnings: none, prob bad writing from writers block

a/n: i have so many WIPs it’s not even funny anymore, this was something that i worked on for THREE WEEKS and then left for another TWO and finally gave up, i wanted this to be longer but i simply can’t get over my writers block for some reason. i’m working on a pornstar!au for bucky x reader but we’ll see how that one comes along. in the meantime enjoy this drabble one-shot about Sebastian x singer!reader

no beta’d, all mistakes are my own. i do not give permission to repost or translate my work anywhere.

you can find more about sebastian x singer!reader here!!

“I’ve got to call Sebastian, he’s gonna flip!”

Your words slur together a bit, the sheer exhaustion of touring finally catching up to you. You prop the phone against the dingy bathroom of the green room. You were still a smaller artist-- gaining traction due to the size of your online following-- so booking venues meant that you were playing smaller bars with less than fantastic amenities. You couldn’t care less though. You were doing exactly what you thought you were going to be whenever you were younger, just took you a smidge longer than you thought.

“Hey pasărea.”

Sebastian’s usual chipper tone was dampened and his screen was dark and pixelated.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Guilt starts to weave itself into your bones. Usually Sebastian would be going to at least three or four of your shows, but his shooting schedule for his latest movie isn’t giving him any rest time.

“No, you’re okay birdie. I was just starting to lay down.” You hear him clear his throat and shuffle to sit up, the covers ruffling as he moves. “What’s up, pasărea mea.?”

“I was just calling to let you know that I got nominated for an award.”

You listen as Sebastian lets out a small gasp and then a swell of congratulations and I’m so proud of you’s.

“You deserve it pasărea mea., really everything you’ve worked for is coming together.”

“Thank you, Bastian.”

You pick up the phone and sit on the closed toilet seat, the cold porcelain was a stark contrast to your heated skin.

“When is your next break?”

Sebastian’s question didn’t have a simple answer. While on tour you weren’t granted many days off. But this is the life of a performing artist, you knew what you were signing up-- at least, that was when you were single.

“I’m not sure, I can send you our tour schedule again, but I don’t think that we have any free days for a while.”

He hums in disappointment, but you know it’s not directed at you as much as the situation. Even though you wanted to stay on the phone with Sebastian forever, you knew that you needed to help pack up everything and load the tour bus.

“I love you, Bastian. That’s all that I wanted to tell you.”

“I love you too, pasărea mea.. Send me that schedule whenever you can. Get some sleep love, I can tell you’re exhausted.”

The rest of the night was a blur after you said your goodbyes with Sebastian. Much of the same-- packing cases and gear into the van and then falling asleep in entirely too close of quarters with your bandmates.

***

About two weeks later, you’re posting about being nominated and soon hundreds of comments are pouring in, congratulating you on your success and promising to vote for you whenever the polls open up.

Your next venue was yet another bar, with fans already lining up hours before the show. You sneak out after your soundcheck to have a quick chat and take a few photos with them. You made sure to have a few crew members pass out waters to them-- being one of those dedicated fans before you know exactly what it’s like to stand outside for hours on end.

“Are you ready for the show tonight?”

You ask a group of girls as you sign their notebook and accept a drawing they made of you.

“OMG, yes! We’re so ready!”

“And I bet you’re excited for tonight too, right?”

“I’m always excited when I get to perform for you guys!” You answer her quickly as you move back up to the bar’s entrance. “Look I’ve got to go, guys. But I’ll see you inside in just a few!”

***

The show went off without a hitch and this was quite possibly the loudest venue yet. It was so gratifying to hear the crowd yell your lyrics back to you. You’re out of breath by the last song of the night, introducing it in between pants.

“This next song is probably one of my favorites.” You walk the stage as you talk, waving at a few fans during the pauses. “It’s the one that really earned me my fame, at least some semblance of fame that is. Y’all remember Bucky Barnes?”

The band starts playing 3.10 as your stage manager counts you in for the first line. This is definitely one of your favorite songs to sing on tour. You shove the microphone into its stand as you mentally prepare yourself for the higher range you wrote just for touring. The crowd became a sea of lights as each person held up the flashlights of their phones.

The crowd cheers loudly as they point toward the left side of the stage. You remove your in-ear to hear what they’re yelling. Turning toward your right you want to burst into tears.

There are times in life whenever the world around you stops. Noises fade, the people around you slow and even the birds stop singing and the crickets stop chirping. You thought that you’d never experience that outside of Sebastian proposing. Turns out that after four months apart from your fiance can cause some interesting reactions.

He steps forward as he shields his eyes from the bright stage lights. You cover your mouth as Sebastian wraps his arms around your torso. Your eyes begin to water as his grip around you tightens and the crowd roars. Sebastian presses a smile into your shoulder as you sob into his chest.

The chords of the chorus to 3.10 continue on a loop as the two of you hug, but on the third go-round you back up enough from him to hold the microphone in-between you and Sebastian. His eyes never leave yours as the melodic notes drift over the crowd.

Your in-ear bounced against your collarbone as you continued singing and you were sure that the microphone was picking up Sebastian’s small hums to the melody. His deep baritone complimented your own voice in a harmony that caused a soft hush to fall over the audience.

The final drum beats sounded as your forehead leaned against Sebastian’s with tears streaming down your face. Your brows furrowed as you looked for anything to ground you to his being. His hands shifted to your jaw to wipe away the tear lines with his thumbs.

“Now you know these aren’t the kind of tears I like.”

The audience roared as Sebastian’s words boomed over the speakers. Yeah, to say that show was interesting was saying the least.

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whitmoreroyals · 1 year

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A ROYAL ROMANCE

SEASON 1

Transcript under the cut

Beginning / Previous / Next

Renard Palace, Royal Bridal Suite

{Adriana} This palace is amazing so much history!

{Eliana} I agree! A girl could get used to living here but I would definitely get lost, I can't even remember how we got to this part of the palace *Laughs*

{Karina} I still can't believe she is marrying into a royal family.

{Eliana} I know it is still surreal to think that in a few months, she will be a princess and one day a Queen!

{Adriana} I'm happy she finally found someone who makes her happy.

{Andrea} Okay! Are you ready?

{Karina} OMG! Mija te ves hermosa *sniffles*

Translation - Mija you look beautiful

{Eliana} Drea I am just speechless you look like a real princess!

{Adriana} A perfect dress for a beautiful bride sis.

{Andrea} Thank you! I really love it! Mamá no llores. *smiles*

Translation - Mom don't cry

#ts4 #ts4 royal family #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal story #whitmore royals #whitmore royal family #whitmore a royal romance #sim: Andrea Thurston #sim: Karina Thurston #sim: Eliana Thurston #sim: Adriana Thurston

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watchingspnagain · 11 months

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Rewatching I Know What You Did Last Summer

Welcome to “A Nice Smoky Eye Is the Key to Good Mental Health, But There’s Also Nothing Like a Good Defenestration: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e9: I Know What You Did Last Summer

Ruby clues the boys into the case of a young woman who has escaped a psychiatric hospital and who is being hunted by demons. Sam is ready to go check it out, but Dean needs some convincing—he’s still super sus about all things Ruby. When they find the woman, Anna, she tells them she can overhear the angels talking to one another, that this power started the same day Dean escaped hell, and that they think Dean can help them but most of them don’t like Sam at all. Several fights with bad news demons later (and after the revelation that Dean remembers one of them, Alastair, from his time in hell), Sam, Dean, Anna, and Ruby are holed up in a barn when Anna declares “they’re coming” just before Cas Floof Hair and Uriel Shit-Stirrer arrive. Cas declares that Anna must die. Roll credits. Interspersed throughout the episode are flashbacks to Sam’s time alone while Dean was in hell. We learn that Ruby is inhabiting an empty vessel at Sam’s request, that she saved his life, and that they are knocking boots. Dean is very slightly appeased about her, having learned that she saved Sam.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

god, uriel, you're such a PAIN

Mace:

he really really is

Mace:

ugh. HER.

Lor:

lol yep

tacos

she was trying to warn them about tacos

Mace:

SNORK

amazing how she manages to keep her smoky eyes in the mental hospital

Lor:

i love that she says "kind of" when she asks if it's like from the bible

LOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

and that is one hell of a nicely fitted t shirt she has there

Mace:

VERY TRUE

i do love a snug v-neck on a gal

Lor:

YES

Mace:

wow, Debbie Downer much?

Lor:

LOL

I LOVE WHEN WE GET TO SEE THEM DO THIS KIND OF THING

Mace:

YASYASYASYAS

Lor:

oooooh Sam Dean is so maaaad

Mace:

“keep the money?!” oh Dean

Lor:

I think Dean enjoys DOING the hustle at least as much as he likes the money

Mace:

YES

Lor:

omg the glare Dean is giving Sam from the background when he asks for the hospital name

Mace:

YAS

Dean gets bitch-facey about Ruby

Lor:

okay, Sam is right to be annoyed with him but I'm not sure those stories are on the same level

he DOES

Mace:

Sam is equally bitch-sassy

yeah

Lor:

I do love Sam's various bitchy sassy faces

Mace:

ME TOO

Lor:

this demon's just summarizing the show

Mace:

SNORK!!

oooh badass Sammy

Lor:

YES

I love that slightly unhinged badass thing he does sometimes

Mace:

SAME

these boys and their martyrdom kink for each other

Lor:

ah yes, the tried and true muscle building program: waiting behind the door

YES

Mace:

HAHAHA

“that’s just batty” and the look

HAHAHA

Lor:

"it's a little known translation"

YES

Mace:

SNORK!

oh Dean’ll find her alright

Lor:

LOL

omg Sammy's sigh like he was afraid of that and yeeep

Mace:

RIGHT?!

that shot with Baby and the church

Lor:

I want a scene of the two of them changing clothes in the car

YES

Mace:

omg YES

Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED

Mace:

OOOF

Lor:

I mean, if the angel cries blood bc of demon presence, that could just be Ruby

Mace:

YUP

Lor:

stop hitting Dean!

Mace:

right?!

and Dean’s showing the beating which means it’s bad

Lor:

omg the jump through the window!

YES

Mace:

YAS

LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO JUMP!

Lor:

ooof, yep it's bad, we even get the aftermath of fixing up

Mace:

oh SAMMY

YES

those boys need tending to

Lor:

they DO

come here, Dean, I will ice your shoulder

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

I never thought of this before, but if Sam had died while Dean was in hell, presumably he would have gone to heaven and then they would have been separated FOREVER

Mace:

oh YOICKS

Lor:

right?

thanks, Brain

Mace:

except Dean would have found a way out of hell and sammy would have found a way to skip out of heaven to find Dean

Lor:

well, yeah

just like there's no way Dean left Cas in the Empty

Mace:

YEP

or that Sam just led a long life after Dean dies

Lor:

yep

crappy student, huh?

Mace:

Lor:

new head canon: Sam did brilliantly in college in everything EXCEPT courses that carried labs. he woulda flunked bio if Jess hadn't helped him

Mace:

interesting

Lor:

(i mean, we know he wasn't a crappy student)

Mace:

(true)

“hey- i don’t wanna talk about it” Ah, that Winchester sharing

Lor:

i mean, like half of his girlfriends have been supernatural already, just go ahead Sam

Mace:

HAHAHA right?!

god, his shoulders

Lor:

YES

lol poor Dean

Mace:

HAHAHA

Sam’s concentrate-y/hurty face

Lor:

YES

I'm fond of the neck in the v-neck

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

"sir, I've got clean towels"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

Dean is so confused

Mace:

HAHAHAHA YES HE IS

Lor:

"okay then. moment over?"

Mace:

SNORK DEAN

omg Dean’s SMILE

Lor:

omg Sam saying thanks a lot and the look Dean gives him

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

OMG LOOK AT HIM LOOKIT HIS POOFY HAIR

Mace:

CAS!!!

YAS

and his stupid beautiful lips

Lor:

YAAAS

oh DANG I FORGOT this was a two parter. and I was not paying ANY attention to how much ep we'd watched

Mace:

HAHAHA SAME

Lor:

EVIL

that might have been the last ep before the winter hiatus when it aired, too, just based on the ep number. EVIL

Mace:

right!?

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 4x09 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 4x09 #watchingspnagain persist injury #watchingspnagain winchester fine #watchingspnagain angels

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crystalninjaphoenix · 11 months

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A JSE Fanfic

I am so excited for this one guys omg. I’m not gonna delay with the summary. Marvin and JJ are tracking down Anti, after Distorter managed to take him from right under IRIS’s nose. And meanwhile, Anti himself is not having a good time, but Distorter is enjoying making illusions for him, and isn’t that what really matters? =) Let’s see how this all works out. Wait until the end for a surprise guest :)

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It felt very unsafe in the car right now. Jack hadn’t been kidding when he said he wasn’t a good driver. Marvin and JJ were having trouble adjusting to the sudden starts and stops and too-wide turns around corners.Those had slowed down a bit when they got out of the city streets and onto the motorway, but now they were going fast. Perhaps a bit faster than the speed limit.

“You know Jems’ car has a—what’s it called?” Marvin paused for a moment. “Right, a cruise control. Are you usin’ t’at?”

“I don’t know how to turn it on in this model,” Jack said, not taking his eyes off the road.

“I t’ink it’s a button on the steering wheel? In t’at spot.” Marvin leaned forward into the gap between the front seats and pointed. “Just press whatever’s t’ere.”

“Y’know, I don’t really want to take my hands off the wheel, so can one of you guys do that?”

JJ glanced over at Jack. I think that’s even less safe.

“Marvin, what did he say?” Jack didn’t turn his head to look at JJ’s signing.

“He says t’at’s even more unsafe,” Marvin translated.

Sam, sitting on the dashboard, rolled around, creating an effect like they were rolling their eyes—or, whatever you would call it when that eye made up their entire being. They hopped into the air and flew to the spot Marvin had indicated, pressing the button there with the end of their nerve-tail.

“Right. Thanks, Sam,” Jack said, a little bit of tension leaving his posture.

JJ nodded at Sam, also thanking them, then looked back out the window. His eyes glowed bright blue, as they had been on and off for the past hour or so. He was using a tracking spell to find Anti. One that would give them instant results. But that came with some drawbacks. The spell didn’t tell them how to get to where Anti was, only his location. So they’d been forced to guess on which roads to take—which probably hadn’t helped the unsafe feeling in the car.

They were going steadily north, out of the city. That matched up with what they knew. There was, apparently, a strange facility to the north owned by the company IRIS. That had been where Anti was for the past few days. But now, he was gone. Distorter had... done something. They didn’t know the details. But they knew they had to intercept Anti before Distorter got him back to the city... back to that house on Aspen Street.

“How are we lookin’, Jems?” Marvin asked.

We’re closer, JJ said. We might need to get off at an exit soon.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. He looked out his own window, past the lanes of cars. The motorway was currently cutting through some empty-looking fields. “Are you sure? Not much out t’ere. What if t’ere’s not an exit for a while?”

Then we’ll have to improvise, Jameson said grimly.

Marvin sighed. “I was afraid you’d say t’at. Hey, Jack. Jems says we’re gettin’ closer. Get ready t’get off the motorway soon.”

“Right.” Jack nodded. “Uh... how much space do you need between cars to change lanes?”

A lot, Jameson said hurriedly.

“A lot,” Marvin repeated, stressing the importance.

“Right. That’s probably enough space, d’you think?” And before either of them could respond, Jack was already switching lanes.

The other two braced themselves, grabbing onto parts of the car as others on the highway honked and Jack jerked the steering wheel back.

“I guess that wasn’t enough,” Jack muttered.

Marvin and Jameson exchanged glances. At this point, Distorter was the least of their worries. A threat, but not one they would ever get to face if they got into a wreck on the way there.

They both really hoped that wouldn’t happen. They had enough to deal with.

———————

This was his home. The house he’d known for most of his early life. He never thought he’d be back here again. But he was. He recognized it immediately. The dull brown-yellow wallpaper with a faded pattern, the box of a TV sitting on the floor, the sofa that sagged in the middle. He was here.

And he wasn’t alone. All his friends were here too. And all his family. His four best friends were in the living room. It was cramped, even with just them in there, so he excused himself from the conversation to go check on the others. They didn’t mind. Jackie smiled at him, and Schneep gave him a pat on the back, while Marvin and Jameson told him to tell the others hi for them.

The kitchen/dining room was the same as ever. The appliances hadn’t been updated, and they would probably keep going until they caused a house fire. There was even the same overflowing trash bin next to the plastic dining table and chairs. Rama and Michelle were in here, and so was Stacy. They all waved at him.

He went into the hallway to check elsewhere. Nobody was in the bathroom. Then again, who would want to be in there? It wasn’t the worst bathroom ever, but the cracked tiles and mold on the shower curtain didn’t make anyone want to stay.

Jack was in the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed and looking through a box of photographs, Sam sitting in his lap. He asked him about some of them, but he didn’t answer.

At the end of the hallway was the door to the garage, and the trapdoor leading to the attic. He reached up and pulled on the dangling cord, opening the trapdoor and letting the ladder fall down. Climbing up, he found himself in another familiar room. So... so familiar. The faded posters on the walls, the piles of dirty laundry, the miscellaneous junk shoplifted from stores, and the old computer on a desk that was the only clean spot in the big room. He’d never forget this place.

Will was sitting on the floor by the one, circular window in the room. He walked over and sat down next to him. They stared out at the hills together, all grass dotted with trees.

It should have been peaceful. But instead, his skin was crawling.

Why were they all here? Why did they know about this place? When had they found it? He didn’t want them here. He didn’t want anyone here.

The lights went out in the house. Outside, the sun disappeared.

The circuit breaker was in the garage. He stood up to go turn it on.

Don’t turn it on.

He climbed back down the ladder to the first floor hallway. Everyone was where he’d left them, shocked and confused. He made sure they were all there, then went back to the door that led to the garage.

Don’t make me turn it on.

His skin was still crawling, shivers increasing now, but he kept moving. Even though he wanted to stop. Even though he wanted to run. He reached the door and opened it, stepping into the garage.

Please.

They never had a car. The garage was just used for storage, since the attic was already full of unwanted things. He walked past boxes and random objects until he reached the breaker mounted on the wall. It sparked as he opened it up. Some of the fuses continued to spark as he reached to flip everything back on.

Please please please please please—

He turned it all on.

And then the screaming started.

No!

He ran back into the house, but it was too late. The rooms were filled with smoke. It stung his eyes. Through his tears he could see bright orange flames. They were all screaming. The sound was tearing his ears apart. The sound was tearing his heart apart. Where were they?! Where were they?!

No no no no no no no please! Please!

He ran through the house, but it was collapsing around him. The heat was searing. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t find anyone. But he knew they were screaming. They were dying. It was all his fault.

No...

It’s all your fault.

No! No!

Say it.

It... it’s all my fault...

Finally.

Anti gasped. He stumbled and tripped, collapsing to the ground. Solid earth. Dirt covered in grass. Not burning carpets. That—whatever that just was, it was—it was just a dream. It was all just a dream. Even if it felt so... so real...

“Are you sure it wasn’t?”

His head jerked up at the voice. There, grinning down at him, was Distorter. For the first time in a while, Anti tried to make out his features. Stacy had said something about the color of his eyes, once. She’d seen them. But he just saw pure black, dripping blood. “Sh-shut... shut up.” He hated how weak his voice was.

Distorter crouched, lowering to the ground right in front of Anti. “You didn’t answer my question,” he said in a creepily singsong voice. “Are you sure it wasn’t real?”

“It... it couldn’t have been.” Anti shifted position, trying to stand up, or at least get to his hands and knees. It... wasn’t really working out. Why were his muscles so weak? Why weren’t his arms and legs listening to him? “There’s... there’s no way that... something like that... would happen. Just... logically.”

“World’s not as ‘logical’ as we like to think,” Distorter said. “Sometimes things just... are. And sometimes things just aren’t.”

“Why are you doing this?!” Anti blurted out. He finally managed to get his arms under control, and lifted himself partially off the ground. “You—I-I thought you wanted me to die. Not—not go through all this. Wh-what, do you want to be friends now?”

Distorter sighed. “Your memory is really terrible.” Despite the sigh, he didn’t sound disappointed at all. “We’ve talked about this before, Aodhán.”

“Don’t call me th—”

“That’s who you are.” Distorter snarled. An unusual thing to see when that smile still didn’t fade. “And don’t distract me. We’ve talked about this before, Aodhán. You promised to give me anything for your son and goddaughter’s safety. This is part of ‘anything.’”

Anti’s heart stopped. “Will... In that place, th-they said—they said h-he never came back. You never... Did you ever give him back? Or... this whole time, did...?”

Distorter’s smile widened. “Your son is safe. And away from you. If you ask me, those things aren’t a coincidence.”

Anger surged, giving Anti the strength to try and get up again. “You fucking—”

Before he could finish his insult, Distorter’s hand shot out and grabbed his face, blackened nails scraping his skin. That ever-present smile disappeared. “You’re going to die, Aodhán McLoughlin,” he whispered. “But not until I have everything I need from you and the people you love. Not until I have what I want, and everyone else is gone. And you’ll help me do it, Aodhán. And only once you realize that you’re all alone, just as you deserve to be... only then will you die. And you will deserve that, too.”

Anti couldn’t help but shiver. His mind went blank. There was warm liquid dripping down his face.

Distorter stared into his eyes for a few seconds more. Then that smile returned, and he let go of Anti’s face. “We need to get there first, of course,” he said in a falsely cheerful tone as he stood. “Come on! Get up!”

He didn’t want to. In fact, he collapsed again, pressing his forehead to the ground. The smell of earth was strong, and he breathed it in deeply. It was tinged with the metallic tang of blood.

“Aw, are you really going to make me do this again?” Distorter said. “Well, it’s your choice. You’re just making this harder for yourself.”

Anti’s vision started to fade, and he felt himself drifting away. No! Wait! He tried to struggle, tried to claw his way back to reality, but it wasn’t enough. Not another one of those dreams! Please! Please!

The darkness consumed him.

———————

“You know, I don’t think I can drive us anywhere closer to where you’re trying to get,” Jack said, parking the car.

They were on a small dirt road, out in the middle of nowhere. It had taken a few wrong turns and double-backs to get here. But now, they were stuck.

Jameson nodded in agreement. The tracking spell told him Anti was nearby, but he was pretty sure there was no road leading directly to his location. Thank you, he said. I can drive on the way back.

“Oh, I’d be happy to—”

No, it’s fine, I won’t need to concentrate on the tracking spell, JJ insisted. In the back seat, Marvin chuckled.

Jack shrugged. “Alright, if you’re sure.” He turned off the car and handed the keys to JJ. “Now... where do we go from here?”

JJ’s eyes flared blue again, and he pointed into a nearby field.

“D’you t’ink we can get my chair t’rough the grass?” Marvin asked.

“It’s not that high,” Jack said.

“I’m more worried about bumpin’ around.” Marvin made eye contact with both of them. “But neither of you tell me to stay back, okay? We’re out in the middle of nowhere. It doesn’ seem safe to stay in the car, especially since Distorter coul’ be nearby.”

JJ nodded. Would you prefer to wheel yourself or have one of us push you? he asked.

Marvin thought about it. “It’ll be faster if one o’you pushes.”

“I can do it,” Jack volunteered. “JJ will probably need his hands free. For magic. Or sign language.”

Marvin leaned forward. “If you make my brain rattle around I’m gonna smack you the moment we get back to the car.”

Jack chuckled. “I got it. Just tell me if it gets too much.”

They all got out of the car, locking it behind them. It took a moment to get Marvin’s wheelchair out of the trunk, but soon they were on their way, JJ leading as he followed the distant beacon of the tracking signal. Sam flew around them, full of nervous energy. Nobody spoke.

The dirt road had disappeared by the time they saw the distant movement. A figure was walking slowly through the grass. Marvin raised a hand to shield his vision from the sun. “T’at might be him,” he said quietly.

“Which one?” Jack asked.

“Looks like Anti, I t’ink.”

JJ’s eyes flared blue. He nodded. That’s what the spell says. I don’t see Distorter, but that’s not saying much. He could be hiding from our perception. The glow in his eyes didn’t fade. Be careful.

Marvin nodded firmly. Jack nodded as well, looking a bit more uncertain. Even Sam bobbed up and down in confirmation.

They picked up the pace a little bit. It soon became clear that the figure was, indeed, Anti. He didn’t turn to look at them as they got closer, just kept walking, occasionally stumbling. And he kept walking like that up until the moment Jameson strode up to him and grabbed his arm. When that happened, he stopped.

“Anti...?” Marvin said, his voice quiet and cautious.

Anti didn’t answer. He still didn’t look at them. Jameson waved a hand in front of his face, and got no reaction. Not even a blink. This wasn’t too surprising. After all, the twin trails of blood dripping from his eyes were a tell-tale sign of Distorter’s control.

“Are... are you okay, Anti?” Jack asked uncertainly. “You... don’t look so good.”

Besides the bleeding eyes, Anti was pale. His hair was a mess, and so were his clothes, and there were dark bags under his eyes. Five small wounds on his face were also bleeding. That, combined with the eyes, had stained his white shirt red. His bare arms were dotted with occasional bruises.

Jameson glanced around. He looked at their surroundings—really looked. Tried to peer through whatever perception-altering magic was in the area. But he couldn’t see anything. Until—

Sam suddenly spun around and darted straight at something behind them. “Gah!” And then they flew right back, spinning end over end and landing in the grass. “Stupid fucking eyeball!”

Jack and Jameson immediately turned around, with Jack also spinning Marvin’s chair around as well. “T’ere you are!” Marvin gasped. His fists clenched. “What did ye do to Anti?!”

Distorter was glaring at the spot where Sam landed, but he looked at Marvin as soon as he heard him shout. “Hello, Marvin. It’s been a while.” His voice was calm and vaguely happy, a huge contrast to the angry exclamation a few seconds ago. “I’m surprised you made it all the way out here. You know, with you being the way you are.” He gestured vaguely at the chair.

“Shut the fuck up, it’s your fault and you know it!” Marvin shouted. “And I’m quite capable, t’ank you! What did you do to Anti?!”

“We spent a little time together.” Distorter shrugged. “It was great! I haven’t gotten that much time with one of you since Jackie was home with me.” He laughed.

Jameson stepped forward. He didn’t say anything, just raised a hand. Shards of blue magic danced around his fingers.

Distorter raised his hands and stepped backwards. “There’s no need for that, Jameson. I’ll just go.”

“Wait, what?” Jack glanced back and forth between Distorter, Marvin and Jameson, and Anti. “I don’t—That doesn’t seem—Is that... normal?”

Jameson shook his head. He didn’t lower his hand.

“...oh. It’s... you.” Distorter stared at Jack, head tilted to the side. “I don’t think we’ve met, but I’ve seen you in some of their memories. Jack, right? You’re Anti’s cousin.”

Jack swallowed nervously. “Uh... y-yeah...” Sam lifted up from the ground behind them, shook themself a bit, and then flew over to hover by Jack’s shoulder.

Distorter kept staring at Jack. “...you are so lucky that dumb eyeball is there for you,” he said quietly. “You’re wide open. It’s only their light guarding you. I’d hate to think what someone could do to you if they weren’t there.”

“H-huh?” Jack’s face went white.

“You don’t have to be involved with this. I’m not giving you a second chance after this one.” Distorter began walking backwards. “In any case. I’ll see you all again.” He laughed again, and gave a little mock-salute with his hand before fully turning around and walking away.

They all stared—Jameson, especially. His raised hand was wavering a bit.

“Jems,” Marvin whispered. Jameson looked down at him, and Marvin raised his hands to sign the words, Do it.

Jameson hesitated. Then he looked back at Distorter, retreating. His hand moved, becoming a single pointed finger. And a line of cold blue magic shot from the end, hitting Distorter square in the back.

Distorter yelped in surprise as he was knocked to the ground. He quickly stood up again. Blue magic was growing like frost from the impact site on his back, trying to surround him, but he shook it off, moving in a quick, spasming way that made it hard for the magic to keep its hold. Once it was fully gone, he turned around—just in time to see Jameson shooting another beam of magic at him. He bent backwards, the motion accompanied by a few sick cracking noises, and then shot upright again. “Well that’s just playing dirty,” he said in a low voice. “You know what? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

Before Jameson could try another spell, Anti suddenly screamed and collapsed. The three others all immediately turned to look at him. “Anti!” Marvin gasped, and Jameson ran forward. Anti had fallen forward into the grass, so Jameson knelt beside him and rolled him onto his back, then lifted him into a sitting position. Anti’s head fell back, his body totally limp. Jameson pulled Anti against himself to help support him. He checked for a pulse in his neck.

Marvin wheeled himself closer, and Jack and Sam were right behind him. “Is he alrigh’?” he asked, leaning forward.

Jameson nodded hesitantly. There was a pulse. But Anti’s eyes were rolled back into his head, almost completely white. Sam flew over and landed on Anti’s leg, curling their nerve-tail beneath them.

“How is it, Sam?” Jack asked. Sam looked up at him. After a long moment of silence, Jack went even paler—if such a thing was possible. “A-are you sure?” More silence. “Alright. I guess—I guess we should get him somewhere safe. Somewhere we can keep an eye on him. Is... is your guys’s house alright?”

“I... yes?” Marvin said. “Wait, does Sam have some sort of—some sort of mind powers we don’ know abou’?!”

“Well, they can talk with me telepathically, so they’ve always had mind powers,” Jack said. “But this isn’t like that. Sam can...” He paused, searching for the words. “Sam can... purify things.”

Marvin just blinked, even more confused. “Like... unicorns?”

“What?”

“Unicorns in legend are said t’be able to get rid of poison and do t’ings like clean whole ponds of water.”

“Well, I guess? It’s more like in a video game, like an RPG, sometimes you have a character with a move to remove status effects.”

“I’ll stick wit’ the unicorn metaphor,” Marvin said, but Jameson nodded in understanding.

“Anyway, Sam’s been able to fix Distorter’s effects before,” Jack continued. “They said they did it with you once, Marvin. But more relevantly, one time we found Anti out in the city, unconscious. Sam said Distorter had him in some sort of illusion and they were able to break him out. Apparently this is a similar situation, but... a lot stronger. They’re... going to need some time. And I don’t think the middle of a field is the best place to do that.”

Jameson nodded firmly. Marvin, do you think you can hold onto Anti? I think it’ll be easier if we push you two together.

“Oh. Yeah, o’course. Seems a bit difficult, but worth a shot.”

Another nod from Jameson, and he turned his attention back to Anti. He stood, carefully lifting him into the air, moving slowly as if Anti was made of glass. Then he passed him to Marvin, who took a moment to adjust both his position and Anti’s. The result was a bit awkward-looking, with Anti cradled in Marvin’s lap, his legs draped over the arm of the wheelchair. But Marvin was holding him tight.

“Alright.” Marvin took a deep breath. “Let’s go. I hope you remember how t’get back to the car.”

“I got it,” Jack said, slowly turning Marvin’s chair back around.

The group started walking. A few minutes passed before Jameson looked at Jack and said, So... you’re Anti’s cousin, then?

Jack laughed. “H-he didn’t want you guys to know. Yet. I think he was going to tell you eventually, but who knows when that would be? E-either way, um, it should have been his choice. Not Distorter’s.”

Jameson nodded. So... that photograph you wanted me to talk to Anti about?

“It was my aunt’s. Anti’s mom. I, uh... to be honest, I-I didn’t know I had a cousin until after she was... gone. And I never thought I’d meet him...” Jack shook his head. “I’m sorry, this is—this is really Anti’s conversation to have.”

Jameson was silent for a moment. I hope we’ll get to have it one day.

“We will,” Marvin said firmly. “We will.” His arms tightened around Anti’s limp body, as if he was afraid he’d disappear.

———————

No no no no not here!

The city was dark, the buildings indistinct in the night. Something went wrong with the lighting in this town, because there should have been all sorts of streetlights and lit signs illuminating the streets. But there weren’t. It was dark except for the occasional yellow square of light provided by a window. There weren’t even any cars in the area. No bright headlights to let him know someone else was awake in this town.

He couldn’t remember the name of the city. He wasn’t even fully sure how he got here. Had he hitchhiked or taken a bus? Maybe a train? It didn’t really matter. He didn’t dwell on the past.

He’d been walking for a while. His muscles felt weak and disconnected from his mind. Though that may have been something else...

Please, anywhere but here! Any moment but this!

“Aodhán!”

God, that fucking voice. It pissed him off just hearing it. He stopped walking, leaning against one of the few streetlights for support. His head was spinning, so he turned around slowly. And there was that man. They’d run into each other over and over since he’d been in this city. It could be said that they were in the same sort of circles, but that wasn’t quite true. The man liked to occasionally dance into those circles, but mostly watched them for his own amusement. His name was Connor. You’d never forget his name after this.

Connor was standing outside a restaurant. No, a pub. There were a few others with him, two men and two women who were the same sort of people. He stared at him, looking him up and down, and smirked. “Are you high tonight or just drunk?”

He growled, and flipped Connor off, not pointing out that Connor was loitering outside a pub.

“Both, then?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Shu’ teh feck up, yea?” Connor repeated mockingly. He and his friends laughed.

He glared at him. “Maybe get a better hobby, Connor. Go back to school and actually become that self-made man you always claim to be. Maybe then your mother’ll love you and you’ll get a girlfriend for longer than a month. Because right now nobody could love a fucking child like you. Even your friends here are gonna leave, and then you’ll die alone.” He didn’t mean to talk so much. He was just so, so fed up with this man.

Connor stopped laughing. He waved at his friends, and they all fell silent as well. One by one, they disappeared into the pub. “I’ve been sick of you since the moment you walked into my city, Aodhán. And you’re really asking for it tonight. So I’m finally going to give it to you.”

“Take me to dinner first,” he said mockingly.

And then Connor jumped him. He pulled him into the alley beside the pub and immediately started throwing punch after punch.

He knew how to defend himself, though.

I don’t want to see this.

First, he returned the punches. They were a little wide and sloppy, but he didn’t stop. That anger was feuling him. It was edging him on. Pushing him further.

I don’t want to see this!

He needed more. And he had just the thing. He’d picked it up for self-defense, and that included this, right? He reached into his pocket...

I DON’T WANT TO SEE THIS!

The knife slid easily into flesh. Connor paused. He probably thought it was a really good punch. Nothing more.

But then he pulled it out and stabbed again.

And that’s when Connor realized something was wrong. He screamed and staggered back. “You’re fucking insane! You fucking psycho!”

Again.

Connor slumped back against the wall, groaning, and that finally drained the anger.

He stared down at him. Then at the knife in his hand. Ice water splashed over him. He just—no. No, he—didn’t mean to. He—It was just—This was self-defense—He should have just ran away—But he’d been so—It was—No. No no no no no! This isn’t what he wanted!

What were you expecting?

He screamed. And then he turned and broke into a dead sprint down the street. He didn’t look back. He just ran and ran and ran until he collapsed. And then he woke up and kept going, until the city was far behind him.

He didn’t die.

You don’t know that.

I would have heard. I would have heard.

You can never know for sure.

I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it.

That doesn’t matter. It’s still your fault.

I know.

Then say it.

It’s all my fault.

You’re horrible.

I’m horrible.

A monster.

I’m glad we’re on the same page.

———————

“Do you think we should get him a new shirt? This one’s covered in blood.”

“Well any shirt he wears is going t’be covered in the stuff until the bleedin’ stops.”

“When will that be?”

“Dunno. However long it takes Sam to do t’is.”

Marvin, Jameson, and Jack had gotten back to Marvin and JJ’s house just a minute ago. They had immediately gathered in the living room. Jack and Marvin had laid Anti down on the sofa, head propped on a pillow with a towel covering it, and Sam had flown over and curled up on his chest. Mr. Fluffiington had come into the room not long after, and had jumped up to sit on Anti’s stomach. Marvin chose to believe that was because he sensed Anti needed all the help he could get.

“Well, like I said, Sam thinks it’ll take a while,” Jack said. “So...” He trailed off. “Should we be worried about blood loss?”

“It doesn’ come out at a very fast rate, but if it’s a long enough time, yes.” Marvin nodded. “I don’... remember how long I was stuck in the house for. The last time, I mean. When my leg broke. But for however long t’at was, I’d lost enough blood to worry the doctors.”

“Oh fuck.” Jack ran a hand through his hair. “Should we take him to a hospital, then?”

“Is there a hospital t’at won’ mind a flying green eyeball spendin’ time wit’ him?” Marvin drawled.

“You’re the one who said you lost a worrying amount of blood!”

Marvin winced. “...I know,” he whispered. “I... we might have t’risk it. Sam’s rather small, they can hide if someone comes into the room.” He sighed. “Jems, what d’you t’ink?” He looked over his shoulder at JJ. “Uh... Jems?”

Jameson was standing at the living room window, staring intently through the glass.

“Jems!” Marvin half-yelled.

Jameson jumped. Sorry! But... there’s someone outside.

Marvin tensed. He turned his chair around and wheeled over, also looking out. There was never too much traffic on the street, so they’d both learned to recognize their neighbors’ vehicles. The motorcycle parked outside their house wasn’t one of them. It was black and silver, with a fair amount of rust from age. The man leaning against it was dressed in a black jacket with fur on the inside of the hood, which was currently pulled up to partially cover his upper face. The lower half of his face was hidden by a cloth mask.

He’s been staring at our house, JJ said, turning back to the window. I don’t think he’s noticed me looking back yet.

“Huh.” Marvin squinted. “Wait a minute... I t’ink... Is that Henrik?”

Jameson’s head whipped towards him. What?! How do you know?!

“T’ose might be his boots,” Marvin muttered. “They don’ have the weird leg-brace parts, y’know, the parts that he said helped reduce shock damage from falls or somet’ing, but I still t’ink it’s—Jems?!”

Halfway through Marvin’s speech, Jameson had turned and ran out of the living room. He ran all the way to the front door, pausing a moment to fling it open, and then kept running outside—running towards the man.

That man noticed him the moment he sprinted out through the front door. He muttered something Jameson couldn’t hear and quickly got onto the motorcycle, starting it up. Jameson made a throwing motion, and a ball of blue magic flew through the air and splashed against the cycle. The engine made a distinct stalling noise, and didn’t start. The man cursed. He looked towards Jameson, glanced down the street as if he was considering making a run for it, and then sighed. “Since when could you do that?” he said.

Jameson skidded to a halt only a few feet from the man. If there’d been any doubt before, it disappeared the moment he heard the familiar voice. What the hell were you thinking?! he signed.

Schneep pushed his hood back, but didn’t remove his mask. “Do you know how long it took me to find this? Or how long it took me to figure out how to drive a motorcycle? Hell, I’m not sure if I know how to drive it even now—”

Shut up! Jameson interrupted. What are you doing here?! Why are you standing outside our house and watching us like a creep?! Were you planning on saying anything or just leaving?!

“Jameson—” Schneep started.

No, I said shut up! Jameson’s hands were moving almost too fast to interpret. Do you have any idea what’s happened since you’ve been gone?! It’s all gone to shit, I’ll tell you that! And you were just—just gone! We had no idea what happened to you! We were so worried! You could have been dead or worse! Why didn’t you call us? And don’t say because it wasn’t safe, you’ve already said that, and I’m not sure it’s enough!

“Jameson, if I could have contacted you all, I would have!” Schneep snapped. “But I could not! I know you’ve all been through terrible things in the meantime, but—but things were—they weren’t great for me, either! I-I was physically unable to reach you in any way!” He paused, taking deep breaths as he leaned forward, gripping the cycle’s handlebars tightly. The air seemed heavy, and Jameson could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. “I... am sorry,” Schneep said quietly. “For everything.”

A moment passed. Then, slowly, JJ nodded. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have shouted like that. It’s just... He trailed off. How was he supposed to say it? That he couldn’t let any more of his friends be harmed, and the worry about Schneep maybe being hurt while he couldn’t do anything about it was killing him? That’s a hard thing to say, with your voice or with your hands.

“I understand.” Schneep looked over at JJ again. “Did... did you get rid of the cameras inside your home?”

We were in the middle of it when you called us about Distorter getting to Anti, JJ explained. Then we rushed out to get to him.

Schneep nodded. “I cannot stay long then.” His eyes flickered towards the house, then back to JJ. “Jameson, I am not kidding about those cameras. I... will not risk it.” A pause. “Is... Anti... Is he okay?”

Well, we got him away from Distorter, JJ said. But he’s stuck in some sort of trance. Jack said Sam might be able to help him—

“Jack? Sam? They are both here?”

They’re inside. They overheard your conversation with us and offered to help.

Schneep laughed. “Of course they did.” He shook his head. “Noch mehr Menschen, um die man sich Sorgen machen muss...”

JJ continued. Well, Anti’s stuck in a trance, and Sam might be able to help him, but it’ll take a while. We’re not sure how long, but a while. We might need to take him to a hospital in the meantime. He hesitated. And... there was something about Distorter when we went to get Anti back... He... almost seemed to give up once we got there...

“Very unusual,” Schneep agreed. “Jameson, have either of you heard from Stacy?”

What? JJ didn’t hide his surprise. Well... No, not really. Not since we got back from rescuing Marvin, and that was... god, that was over a week ago. Ten days, I think? If not more. We probably should have checked on her, but it all got so busy... Why do you ask?

“You should check on her,” Schneep said.

Why?

“You just said you should, I am just confirming.”

JJ’s eyes narrowed. There’s something about the way you said it, though. Why are you being so vague?

Again, Schneep glanced towards the house. “Necessity.” Then he looked down at the motorcycle. He tried starting the engine again, and it turned on normally this time. “Glad to see that magic you threw didn’t have a permanent effect.”

Sorry about that, JJ said. I’m not even sure what that was, I just really didn’t want you to go. Raw power, I suppose. Sometimes magic responds to will without spells, but that can be dangerous, since there’s no direction... He trailed off. Wait, what are you doing?

“I said I couldn’t stay long.”

You can’t just go, though! JJ protested.

“I can, and I will,” Schneep said. “I might come back once you are done getting rid of the cameras. And I will definitely call again. Or text you, I suppose, if you agree to delete the messages once the conversation is done. We may be able to meet up somewhere discreet—”

But we need you! JJ insisted.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it?” Schneep chuckled.

No, it’s not! JJ took a few steps closer. You’re the smartest of us, you know. And you’re a great fighter, too, when it comes down to it. And besides that—besides that, I can’t have another friend just LEAVE us! He blinked back the sudden wetness in his eyes. First you, then Jackie, then you again—it’s too much, Schneep!

Schneep stared at him. His eyes also seemed a bit wet. “I’m sorry, Jamie, but it’s not safe. I will call you, though. It may be another number. And... that bit about Jackie...” He trailed off.

Jameson stared at him. Yes?

It was hard to read Schneep’s expression with the mask covering his face. “Don’t... don’t worry about him. I mean, perhaps you should, considering—Nevermind, I just mean... I-I am going to handle him, okay? I think I have the best chance of getting through to him.”

What do you m—

But before Jameson could even finish his question, the cycle’s engine roared and Schneep pulled away, disappearing down the street and around the nearest corner.

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