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milaisreading · 11 months

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Wedding nightmare

Pairing:

Itoshi Rin x Reader (hint of Itoshi Sae)

Warnings ⚠️: characters are aged up. Reader uses she/her, there is angst but read till the end, it doesn't end sad! Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Rin for a long time didn't know what exactly his dream was. At first both him and Sae dreamed of becoming the World's number 1 and number 2 players. Slowly, after Sae left for Spain, that dream dissipated and the silly childhood promises turned into nothing. He wanted to crush his brother after he humiliated him at the playground, for stealing the childhood dreams they had and for... for just not being the big brother he knew and loved. Now, at the age of 24 Rin pretty much forgot all the resentment he held for Sae. He had accomplished a lot ever since he entered Blue Lock at the age of 16. From becoming one of the World's best strikers, to playing for a well-known French club, to winning the World Cup, Rin had it all. The fame never got much to his head and he pretty much stayed the same, stoic and somewhat sarcastic man he used to be in his teenage years. Well, he was like that towards the outside world, to his beloved girlfriend it was a whole other story. As much as Rin didn't want to admit that Blue Lock changed him as a person, it was the truth. He entered the project and boom fell hard for the manager. (L/n) (Y/n), Rin sighed dreamily as he remembered the day they met. Just after the 2nd selection started he met her in the hallway as she was helping one of the players. And boy was he whipped! From her looks to her caring personality, everything drew him in and he was determined to get to know her better. At first it was hard, with (Y/n) having a close bond with the players of Wing 5, to them also liking her and to his standoffish personality. But he somehow made it work, he somehow got her to agree to go out with him and here he was. After 3 years of dating, he was getting married. Rin chuckled a little as a blush made it on his face as he remembered the day he proposed to (Y/n). It was a intimate proposal, in the safety of their shared apartment on their anniversary day. He still remembered the happiness he felt when she said yes, hugging and kissing him. Rin was finally at peace. And today was finally the day Rin had waited for so long. The wedding ceremony itself was a pretty small one, only family members and a few close friends.

"Ahhh~ my baby is getting married! I never thought of seeing this day!" Rin smiled as his mother shed a few tears. His father fixed up his tie as Sae stood coldly to the side, glaring at Rin from time to time.

"I honestly didn't think that either of you would get married, with how obsessed with football you are. But it's finally happening!" His mom hugged Rin as his father tried to calm her down.

"Honey, you are being a little dramatic. Both Rin and Sae are pretty young. Who knows, maybe next thing we know Sae will surprise us with a girlfriend he kept hidden." The father teased as they looked at the said redhead.

"You are in a really foul mood today, Sae." His mom noted, wiping a few tears away.

"Yeah, cheer up or else you might scare (Y/n) away." Rin teased, satisfied that Sae never got and never will get the chance to know (Y/n) the same way he did. Sae let out a sigh and looked at the trio.

"I just didn't sleep enough. After all, it's not everyday Rinnie gets married." Sae said, faking a smile. Rin frowned at the nickname, he didn't like it when Sae used it.

"Besides, it's not everyday that a girl like (Y/n) is joining the family, am I right?" Sae asked again, directing the question to the youngest.

"Yeah, true." Rin gave a fake smile back as the parents stayed oblivious to their rivalry over the girl. There was a knock on the door and the maid of honor peeked into the room, nervously looking at Rin.

"Rin-san? Could you come with me?"

"What is it? Weren't you with (Y/n)?"

"I... it is about (Y/n), she has been crying for the past hour or so." She answered back. This caused Rin and Sae to look at her in panic while the parents gave her a worried look.

"What?! Why didn't you call me an hour ago?!" Rin yelled in worry as he walked towards the door.

"Rin, please calm down!" His mom tried to argue and Sae watched him storm out.

"I will go and take some fresh air. All this wedding stuff is ticking me off." Sae sighed and walked out, ignoring his father's calls.

Rin stormed towards the room (Y/n) was in, worry written all over his face.

"Ah! Rin-san, good that you are here! She doesn't want to talk with us." Her step-brother said as he and his wife were waiting in front of the door. Rin nodded his head and told them to go freshen up while he deals with it.

"(Y/n), baby what's wrong?" The teal-eyed man asked as he walked into the room, his heart breaking when he saw her crying. She looked up and flinched when she saw Rin.

"Rin... I am so sorry..." The woman cried out, getting up from her chair as Rin ran over to her.

"What are you apologizing for? Come here." The teal-eyed man said trying to hug her, but to his surprise she rejected the idea.

"No... Rin, I can't marry you. God I should have said something earlier..." Rin felt his knees shake at that, but spoke up.

"Haha... (Y/n), don't joke like that-"

"It's not a joke! I can't marry you... I love someone else, Rin."

The football player felt his heart shatter when she cried out those words.

'No no no... this can't be real. She loves me, she told me that last night.'

"(Y/n), you can't be for real. You told me last night that you loved me." The woman let out another sob and shook her head.

"No Rin, I lied. Truth is, I am in love with someone else, have been for 2 years and he knows it." (Y/n) admitted. Rin felt like he couldn't breath, this couldn't be real! They were supposed to get married, have a family and live a happy life! What was this?!

"And... and who? How did you fall for him?" Rin asked, although he wasn't really sure if he wanted to know her answer. After all, his world was falling apart because of him.

(Y/n) glanced at the person standing behind him and sighed, wiping her tears away.

"You remember the time you couldn't come to Madrid with me?" Rin thought for a moment, then his eyes widened in realization as to who the man was.

"Sae... You fell in love with him?!" Rin yelled in disbelief.

"Don't blame her, little brother. After all, it was you prioritizing your career over (Y/n)'s feelings." Sae spoke up as he walked past him and to where (Y/n) was, giving her tight hug.

"You... you bastard! How could you do this to me?! And let her go!" Rin yelled in anger.

"Rin, it's my fault, don't be mad at Sae. Back then, you just barely ever made time for me and just talked about football. You acted like I was am afterthought, Sae on the other hand... he really made time for me, made me feel special and we kind of hit it off." (Y/n) said, burying her face into Sae's chest.

"(Y/n)..." Rin muttered as he watched the two, realizing what she meant.

'Why can't I move? I want to punch Sae so bad! But my feet won't listen to me.'

"Sorry Rin, but it looks like you will forever be the 2nd best." Sae chuckled, kissing (Y/n)'s forehead.

'No way... not (Y/n)! He can take my fame and talent for all I care, but not her!'

"(Y/n)? Please don't, I will do better, but please don't go for Sae! Please!" Rin begged as tears started sliding down his cheeks.

"It's too late, Rin..." (Y/n) shook her head.

"No! It's not! Please (Y/n)!" The room started spinning and Rin felt like he was about to lose consciousness any time.

"Please!" Rin cried out and sat up on his bed, panting and sweating as he looked around.

"What was... where am I?" The teal-eyed boy thought as he frantically looked around the room.

'This is my room? Was that a dream?' Rin thought as he took his phone from the nightstand. Unlocking it, he quickly dialed a number and waited for an answer. After about a minute, a voice spoke up from the other side and Rin felt a few tear drops fall down his face.

"Hello, Rinnie? Are you alright?" (Y/n) asked, clearly startled from his call at 4 in the morning.

"(Y/n)?! Thank God... how long have we been dating?" He asked, trying to calm his racing heart down.

"What... like a year? Rin, why are you asking me that now?" (Y/n) asked in worry as Rin laid down again.

"No reason... say, did you make any plans for next week?"

"I thought I told you... but we made those plans for Spain, but I have to cancel them tomorrow, since you have to prepare for the championship." (Y/n) yawned.

"Why would you cancel? You told me you wanted to visit Spain, my championship has nothing to do with it." Rin raised an eyebrow.

"I am not going alone there. I want to spend time with you." Rin wanted to say it was stupid and to go without him, but then remembered the dream he had a stopped himself.

'This is my chance... the dream was like a warning.'

"You are not canceling anything! I am taking next week off and we are focusing all our energy on Spain and going wherever you planed." Rin said sternly.

"But the champion-"

"Screw that! We are going there next week and the championship is in like a month anyways. That can wait."

"O-ok..." Rin could clearly hear how startled she was, making him realize just how much he put his work before her. He will need a balance, he will make this work.

'I will be the only one to make you feel special. I promise.' Rin nodded to himself as they spoke on the phone for the next hour. Slowly Rin forgot about the nightmare and he became calmer, enjoying his conversation.

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welcometomyoasis · 5 months

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Come over here and kiss me | Lee Dokyeom

🪧 100 event: my heart keeps beating at your voice + dokyeom | @haecien Synopsis: when you’re someone who is unable to express your emotions vocally to the love of your life, what do you do? You write a letter. Dokyeom x gn! reader | fluff | approx. 880 words | no warnings A/n: CIEN! This prompt was so good! I loved writing it so thank you, plus I really got carried away this time as you can tell from the word count. I changed it from present to past tense but I hope you enjoy!!

Dear Dokyeom, my sunshine,

HAPPY 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!! Wow, i can’t believe that we’ve been able to put up with each other for 2 years already. 3 actually, if you count the one year that we went from “strangers to friends” to the “will they won’t they” stage and finally to the “kiss me you fool” stage.

You might be wondering at this point, y/n why are you writing me a letter and making me read it while I’m sitting right in front of you? Well my sunshine, you know i’m not good with vocalising my feelings and emotions. So, what better way to convey them to you than with a letter! Here goes nothing.

It feels like just yesterday when you fell for me. Literally. I was walking down the street when you tripped over an uneven part of the pavement laughing about something and fell towards me, grabbing my arm and dragging me down in the process. We ended up sitting at the side of the pavement cleaning up our little scrapes and bruises. How’s that for a meet cute? Because I think it was perfect. And yes, I will never let it go that you fell for me first.

Don’t worry though, I definitely fell harder. Our little meet cute ended up with us becoming fast friends. I never told you this but I realised I liked you on that warm summer night when we were playing on the swings. You were babbling about Jeonghan punching the stove again. It was watching the moonlight illuminate the sparkles and crinkles of your eyes, and hearing the sound of your voice that made me realise it. That moment when my heart kept beating at your voice, I just knew.

Unfortunately for us, we were fools. We knew we liked each other. We weren’t the best at hiding it. All the little touches, my hand brushing against your nape, your hand on the small of my back. We went beyond the “just friends” stage and we both knew it. Yet, we didn’t do anything about it out of fear that our friendship would change.

We got to thank Minghao for pushing us together. He was really annoyed at us skirting around our feelings. I felt like a little kid getting scolded when he was nagging at us to just do something already because your members were “sick of the mutual pining and love sickness oozing from our eyes”. His words not mine… Yea, not meditating plus a drunk, frustrated Minghao was not a pretty combo…

Thanks to him though, we finally admitted our feelings for each other. That moment when we first kissed was magical and I’m so happy and content to say that that feeling never ever went away. In fact, I don’t think it ever will. You made it so easy for the “i like you” to turn into “i love you”. Two years later and I’m still smitten and so so in love with everything about you.

Your smile, the one that never fails to brighten up my day no matter how hard life gets. Your laughter, the laugh that is so contagious. I can never stop myself from laughing along with you. Your kindness, your attentiveness, your heart. I absolutely adore those qualities that you possess. You always look out for everyone else, me especially. Your little acts of service and gifts like bringing me water or food or some random small toy I had mentioned once in passing just makes my heart flutter with love and affection for you. Most of all your voice. Just talking to you and hearing your voice makes everything okay again. It’s that feeling of warmth and contentment when you snuggle under a warm blanket on a cold winter day. It’s that feeling when you’re finally able to relax after a hard day. It’s that feeling of love, warmth, and home.

There’s so much more I feel for you that I just can’t put into words. Perhaps if I could put it simply, you’re everything to me. My confident, my best friend, my knight, my sunshine, my anchor, my love. Really, I could go on but then this letter will never end. Honestly? I don’t think I could ever write down or convey just how much you mean to me through words and actions but I hope this will do for now. I love you and I will always love you. In this lifetime and the next and all the ones after that.

By now, I am assuming I am snickering while I watch your eyes widen (and maybe tear) as you are reading this. That’s the end of this letter but as for the story of us? It’s just the beginning. Here’s to many more years of love together. Just promise me one thing, when you’re done reading the letter, come over here and kiss me!

I love you so much my sunshine.

Forever yours,

Y/n

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sam-loves-seb · 1 month

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wip wednesday friday

we're gonna pretend it's still friday and not ten minutes past midnight here on the east coast (oops). thanks for the tags @jrooc & @mybrainismelted & @transmurderbug <3

wip is from a one shot i'm working on that will (hopefully) be posted next week. it's a bit of a longer snippet so i'm putting it under the cut. enjoy.

March, for some people, always seems to drag on. It’s a long, cold, rain-filled month, especially in Chicago, and it makes it feel like it goes on and on with no end in sight.

Ian, however, finds it to always go by fast.

The twenty-first is here in the blink of an eye, and when he wakes up on the morning of his fourth wedding anniversary—and God isn’t just the thought of that alone enough to make him grin—he wakes up smiling.

Mickey is still asleep beside him, curled up on his side with his half his face smushed into the pillow, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath.

The sun is just starting to rise, and Ian quickly looks over and checks his phone. They still have ten minutes until the first alarm, and he leaves his phone on the bedside table. In the drawer below it, he shuffles around the half-empty bottles of lube and spare phone charger, then lifts his journal just enough to slide out the envelope beneath it.

There’s nothing of note on either side of it, except for the scrawled Mick on one side. Despite the lack of fanfare, Ian grins at what he knows is inside.

These days he tries his best not to wake a sleeping Mickey if he can help it, but Ian figures that if there was ever going to be an exception, today would be it.

He slides over under the covers and rolls Mickey onto his back. Mickey makes a half-conscious noise at the movement, but that’s about it.

Ian leaves the envelope on his side of the bed and stretches himself out over his husband. He keeps the blankets pulled up high on his shoulders because he knows it’s fucking freezing in their apartment in the mornings, and he kisses Mickey’s neck.

Another faint sound comes from Mickey, who’s starting to wake slowly, rolling his head over on the pillow and shifting his shoulders.

Ian continues his path of kisses up to Mickey’s jaw, then switches to the other side. He takes his time, not really looking to start anything, just trying to wake his husband up with soft, loving kisses. It’s slow, careful work, but it’s so worth it when he sees the smile that tugs at the corners of Mickey’s mouth the very first second he’s aware of what’s happening.

“Morning,” Ian whispers into his skin, gently nipping at the skin just above his t-shirt collar.

Mickey hums in approval, lazily lifting one arm and getting his fingers in Ian’s hair. “Hey.”

Ian kisses Mickey’s chest over his t-shirt while his hands slip under it by his sides. Mickey’s body is still sleep-warm and soft, fitting perfectly between his palms.

When Ian reaches the center of his chest, he kisses Mickey once there, then again slightly to the left. He lets his lips linger over the tattoo that he can’t see, but knows the exact position of, then props his chin up on his husband’s chest.

“Happy Anniversary,” Ian whispers, watching Mickey blink his eyes open in the early morning light.

Mickey smirks. “Is that today?”

Ian lightly bites at his pec, and Mickey’s chest rumbles with a laugh.

“Happy Anniversary,” Mickey says with a fond smile. He pushes Ian’s curls back off his forehead. “Four years, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Ian agrees, slowly pushing Mickey’s shirt up his stomach. He dips his head lower, kisses his husband’s belly.

“That’s a long time.”

“Mm.” Ian kisses his navel. “I think we’re just getting started.”

Mickey grins. “Yeah. I think so too.”

After he’s satisfied with his exploration of kissable exposed skin, Ian pulls Mickey’s t-shirt back down and settles heavily on top of him, fitting his body between Mickey’s legs. He brings their faces closer together and kisses him soft and sweet.

Mickey hums as Ian pulls back, the morning sun dancing in his eyes. “Alright Gallagher,” he says. “What do you got planned?”

“For today? Not much,” Ian says with an honest shrug. “Work, some dinner. Maybe we’ll make out a little on the couch later. Oh,” he pretends to just remember something and reaches out to grab the envelope from the other side of the bed. “And there’s this.”

Mickey eyes the plain white envelope suspiciously as he slowly takes it from Ian’s hands. His brows furrow slightly. “I thought for sure you’d make us take the day off from work.”

“No, not today,” Ian says playfully, pretending to think about it. “But tomorrow, don’t bother setting your alarm.”

Mickey grins, all teeth. “Long weekend?”

The hopefulness in his eyes is already enough to convince Ian that what he has planned is a good idea. Just the prospect of a day off has Mickey beaming.

“Extra-long,” Ian tells him, rolling over to the side and propping his elbow up on the mattress, his head resting on his fist. “We took off Monday too.”

Mickey pushes himself up on the pillows so he’s sitting up a bit more, the unopened envelope still in his hands. “We can’t skip Monday, man, we have that huge shipment coming in for the northside grow houses.”

“Carlos is gonna do it.”

“Carlos?” Mickey rasies his brows. “He’s already working forty hours next week.”

“Yeah, he knows,” Ian says, snaking his arm around Mickey’s waist. “He’s looking forward to the overtime in his paycheck.”

Mickey grumbles. “I bet he is, greedy little fucker.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “Mickey, he needs the money. His wife’s pregnant.”

“She is?” Mickey asks, as if this is the first he’s hearing about it. “When’s the kid gonna be here?”

“Not ‘til August—are you gonna open that or what?”

TBC [coming soon to an archive near you]

#gee can you guess what i'm writing this for #i wonder!#i still have so much left to write for it so fingers crossed i actually finish this on time oops we'll see !!#anyway #wip #wip game #tag game #gallavich #gallavich wip

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sequinsmile-x · 4 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As ever, thank you so so much for your love on this fic. It means so much.

Sorry for the two week gap on this. My anniversary fic and the holidays kind of got in the way, but we will now be back to weekly SGW updates. As long as you keep reading and enjoying - I will keep writing them!!

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily chuckles as she picks Lily up from where she’d been sitting, grabbing her just before she put a rouge Christmas tree decoration in her mouth.

“I don’t think so, sweet girl,” Emily says, kissing the side of her head as she settles her on her hip. She tickles Lily’s belly and smiles when the little girl giggles. It was one of her favourite sounds in the world, something that could always cheer her up no matter what, “You trying to help Daddy and Jack take down the decorations?”

“No one is helping Daddy,” Aaron chips in, raising his eyebrow at his wife as he carefully puts the lights from the tree back in the box. He tilts his head towards Jack who had gotten bored helping Aaron put everything away and was now playing his new video game.

Emily winks at him before she turns her attention back to Lily, “He says that like he doesn’t get annoyed if we help and ‘put things back wrong.’”

Aaron walks over and shakes his head at Emily, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips before he kisses Lily’s head, “Mommy isn’t the one who had to untangle the lights after she just threw them into the box last year.”

She playfully narrows her eyes and looks past him to make sure Jack isn’t paying attention and then leans in closer to her husband, “I apologised. In your favourite way.”

He can’t help but smile, any pretend irritation at her lack of help, something he knew would be more of a hindrance than anything, long gone. The holidays had been hard. He’d watched as his wife did her very best to be happy and present for Lily and Jack, desperate to make their little girl’s first Christmas a good one, but he’d been able to see past the facade she’d put on for their children.

She was still grieving the miscarriage - they both were. The emotions around it made more complicated by the fact they hadn’t known she was pregnant and the comments from her doctor.

It was hard. She’d smiled and laughed and helped Lily open all her presents and then helped Jack figure out his game when he asked, his palm on her knee as he leaned in close to her whilst she read the instructions. After the kids went to bed she’d collapse in on herself, her shoulders physically sagging as she finally let herself feel the weight of everything. He’d held her in their bed more than once as she cried, her tears something she would only allow herself in the dark safety of their bedroom, and he wouldn’t mention it in the morning. He knew her well enough to understand she had to do this her way, that he could support her by simply being there.

It was the main reason he was taking down the decorations on January 1st. Usually, she liked to take them down when the 12 Days of Christmas were over, the holidays the only time she would ever even think about sticking to tradition, but he knew this year she wanted it over with. He’d been worried he’d made the wrong when she first stepped into the living room that morning, the decorations already partially down, but the relief that had flashed in her eyes, the way she’d kissed him a little fiercer than she usually would with the kids around, let him know he’d done exactly the right thing.

Aaron kisses her and then pulls back, smiling at the sight of Lily snuggling into Emily’s side, her cheek against her chest. Seeing them together never failed to make his chest swell with joy. He wished Emily could see herself as he did, could see how she was Lily’s safe space, and Jack’s too when he was here. He wished he could go back to when she was pregnant with Lily and worried about her skills as a mother and tell her how good she was at this. How Lily would only really go to sleep for her, how she’d seek her out if she wasn’t around.

“I think someone is ready for her nap.”

Emily tilts her head to look down at Lily and she nods, “I’ll go put her down,” she says, kissing the top of Lily’s head as she runs a hand up and down her back, “Come on Lils,” she says, turning to leave the room, her voice fading as she gets further away, “Let’s leave Daddy to his tidying.”

He shakes his head lovingly as she goes, but before he can get back to taking the tree down the doorbell rings and he checks his watch.

“That will be your mom, buddy,” he says, smiling at his son as he scrambles up off of his place on the floor, his game abandoned. He was excited to see Haley, just like he was always excited to come here when it was time too, and Aaron was pleased they’d been able to work this out, that Jack was happy despite everything, “Go get your stuff from your room, and say goodbye to Emily and your sister.”

“Ok, Daddy,” Jack says, already running out of the room, taking the stairs a little too loudly considering Emily was trying to get Lily to sleep.

Aaron walks quickly to the front door, knowing if the bell rang again it also wouldn’t help in getting the 5-month-old to sleep. He smiles at Haley as he opens the door and steps back so she can walk into the house.

“Hi Haley,” he says, “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” she replies, smiling as she looks around, “Where is everyone else?”

“Emily is trying to get Lily down,” he says, closing the door behind them, “And Jack is just getting his things.”

Haley nods and smiles politely, “Did he make it to midnight?” She asks, “He told me on the phone last night that he was going to try.”

Aaron chuckles as he shakes his head, “Not even close,” he says, leading her towards the kitchen, “He was asleep by his normal bedtime, even Lily outlasted him because we couldn’t get her to sleep last night,” he smiles as he turns to the coffee machine, “Coffee?”

She nods, “Yes please,” she watches as he starts to make the coffee, “I’m glad you’re all feeling better,” she says as she takes a seat at the breakfast bar, “It would have sucked if you’d all been sick for Lily’s first Christmas and New Year.”

He frowns, stepping towards the pantry to reach for the Splenda, “Feeling better?” He asks, tilting his head in confusion as he turns back to her, “What do you mean?”

Haley narrows her eyes and clicks her tongue, her hands clasped on the counter, “You said you had the flu,” she says, pressing her lips together, “That’s why you couldn’t have Jack a couple of weeks ago and ended up having him the whole of this week to make up for it.”

He curses himself internally for forgetting the lie he’d told his ex-wife when Emily had lost the baby, and he sighs, clearing his throat as he steps back towards the counter, hoping he can cover up his mistake.

“Oh, of course,” he says, smiling tightly at her as he passes her a cup of coffee, “We all recovered quickly.”

There’s a moment of silence as she stares at him, and he knows she’s seen through the lie, that she’d likely always doubted whether it was the truth. They’d known each other too long to lie to each other.

“Why are you lying to me?” She asks, her frown deepening as she shakes her head at him, “Why didn’t you want Jack that week?”

He sighs, his palms flat against the kitchen counter, “It’s not that we didn’t want him, Haley,” he says, “You know that. We just couldn’t that week.”

She clenches her teeth, irritation licking at her insides as she glares at her ex-husband, “Why not?”

He knows he could solve this by telling her the truth, that any anger she felt would disappear in a second, but he won’t. Emily wouldn’t want him to, which was why he’d lied in the first place.

“Can’t we just leave it at we couldn’t have him that week,” he says, pressing his lips together as he looks at her, “You have to trust me.”

She scoffs, “I have to trust my ex-husband who just admitted that he lied to me?” she shakes her head and blows out a shaky breath, “I knew this was going to happen.”

“Knew what was going to happen?”

“I knew as soon as you and Emily had your own family my son would be left behind-”

“He is our son,” Aaron seethes, cutting her off, “And he is not being left behind. How can you-”

“What are you two doing?” Emily says as she walks in, baby monitor in hand, as she interrupts them, closing the kitchen door behind her, “Jack is upstairs, I gave him his game to distract him. I could hear you from the nursery,” she stands next to Aaron and places the baby monitor down on the counter. She sighs as she looks at Haley, “I asked Aaron to lie to you.”

“Sweetheart,” Aaron says, his usual attempts to be careful around Haley, to not show off his relationship with Emily, nowhere to be found. He was more worried about his wife than anything else, he places his hand on her back and catches her gaze as she looks at him, “You don’t have to.”

She knows she doesn’t have to, and she doesn’t really want to, but she knows Haley won’t stop unless she gets to the truth. That this would escalate more than it already had, and the person who would end up getting hurt was the little boy trapped in the middle of it.

She smiles tightly at her husband before she looks at Haley. She reaches for Aaron’s hand and squeezes it, a silent request for support, and she blows out a shaky breath, “I had a miscarriage. I was in pain and I was grieving and I didn’t want him to see me like that,” she says, her voice cracking slightly, saying it outloud something she still struggled with, “That’s why we couldn’t have Jack.”

Haley’s eyes go wide, all of her fight draining out of her in a second, “Oh,” she breathes out, stuttering before she clears her throat, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” she presses her lips together, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Emily chokes on a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh and she shakes her head, her jaw tight as she tries to keep her cool, all of the frustration she’d felt for always having to consider Haley’s feelings, even with something like this, bubbling up in her gut, burning its way up into her chest as it finally escapes.

“Because it’s none of your business, Haley. It’s mine and Aaron’s. No one else's,” she says, blowing out a breath as she lowers her voice, reminding herself the kids were upstairs, “I know this is complicated, but this is not your thing to be upset about,” she swallows thickly, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. “And we both know Aaron is an excellent dad, it’s one of the reasons we both had children with him, so don’t ever try and imply otherwise,” she squeezes Aaron’s hand before she steps away, “I’ll go tell Jack you’re ready to go.”

Aaron and Haley fall into silence as she leaves the room, the quiet almost deafening as he looks at his ex-wife, her eyes fixed on the counter.

“It’s impressive that she’s able to defend you whilst she’s also upset,” Haley says, her smile fading when her comment falls flat, “I’m sorry, Aaron,” she says, clearing her throat as she looks up at him, “I never should have said what I said, I know you love Jack.”

He shrugs, “It’s fine.”

“Were you…trying for another baby?” She asks, “Lily is only 5 months…” She drifts off as he raises his eyebrows, and she chuckles mirthlessly, “Right, not my business,” she stands up and smiles tightly at him, “I am sorry, Aaron. Please tell Emily I am too.”

He nods, “I will,” he says, smiling when he hears Jack’s thundering footsteps on the hardwood floor, “Incoming.”

“Mommy!”

Aaron watches as his son enthusiastically tells his mom about his Christmas and New Year, even though they’d spoken on the phone every evening, and he’s grateful that even if things were hard sometimes, his son was happy and loved.

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Aaron picks up his clothes, and the ones Emily had left on the bathroom floor, and dumps them in the hamper, shaking his head lovingly at his wife. She was predictable in her messiness sometimes, a walking contradiction in the fact she loved the kitchen to be clean and the bedrooms to be organised but seemingly didn’t care about the bathrooms. He didn’t mind, he knew he had his faults too, his vacuuming something that left a lot to be desired, and he’d happily pick up after her for the rest of his life.

He walks out into the bedroom and frowns when he sees the bed is empty, the covers on Emily’s side askew when she’d only been lying there a few minutes ago when he walked into the bathroom. The bedroom door is open, and it only takes a few steps towards it for him to realise that the nursery door is too, light filtering out into the hallway. As he gets closer he hears Emily singing, her voice quiet and soft as it draws him in.

“Dans la forêt, il fait nuit, les animaux sont endormis

Dans leur maison, les petits cochons partagent le même lit.

Le petit chaperon rouge a fait des bisous à maman

Elle n’a plus peur du méchant loup et dort paisiblement.”

He smiles as enters the nursery. Emily was on the loveseat, Lily fast asleep against her chest, her cheek squished against her t-shirt, a small patch of drool forming beneath her open mouth.

“She okay?”

Emily looks up at him and nods, tilting her head to look down at Lily, “I saw that she was awake on the monitor” she says, kissing their daughter’s forehead, “I think she just wanted a cuddle,” she smiles sadly at him, “I think I did too.”

He knows it’s the closest she’ll come to asking for comfort, at least right now, so he walks over and sits next to her. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her closer, careful not to disturb Lily, and he kisses Emily’s temple. He wished he could take all the pain she’d ever felt away, physical and emotional, but he knows he can’t. He knows she wouldn’t want him to, even though she’d do the same for him if she was given the chance, so he does what he can do - he sits there and holds her close, happy to provide the support they both knew she wanted, even if she didn’t need it.

“It’s always going to be like this, isn’t it?” She says, pressing her lips together as she tilts her head to look at him, “No matter what, she’s always going to be involved.”

It’s a conversation they’d have countless times, one that never got any easier. They’d spoken about this when they got engaged, when they found out they were having Lily, and he knew they’d have it again. He feels guilt fill his chest, making it momentarily hard to breathe until he gets a whiff of her shampoo, and something uniquely her that lay beneath it, her presence a balm to him no matter what.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips, “I wish it was simpler.”

She hums, “I know,” she says, kissing him before she pulls back, “Me too. But it’s our life, and I wouldn’t change it for anything,” she blows out a steady breath, “I…I didn’t want her to know.”

“I know you didn’t,” he says, an apology imprinted into every word, the guilt flooding his chest again, “I’m sorry I didn’t remember what I’d said to her,” he shakes his head at himself, “If I had this wouldn’t have happened.”

She chuckles softly and shakes her head at him, “Well, I’m not about to be angry that my husband is a shitty liar,” she says moving one hand from Lily’s back and cupping his cheek. She moves her thumb back and forth on his stubbled skin, “We’ll move past it. We always do,” she kisses him before she rests her head on his shoulder, “I want to sit here for a while. I don’t want to put her down.”

“We can stay here as long as you want,” he says, running his hand up and down her arm, “Shall I sing a lullaby?”

She raises her eyebrow at him, “Lily is asleep.”

“I meant for you,” he says seriously, the glint in his eyes giving him away, “Although unlike some people I can’t sing in French.”

She hums, “I guess I can accept English,” she says, and he playfully rolls his eyes at her before he clears his throat to start.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away.”

She presses her lips together, tears she doesn’t expect pressing at the back of her eyes as he sings, and she closes her eyes, letting the rumble of his voice wash over her, bringing her a sense of peace she had never known existed before him.

When he finishes the song the room falls into silence, and for a moment he thinks she’s fallen asleep.

“Aaron?” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, baby,” he replies, his lips pressed against her temple.

“You really can’t sing.”

-x-

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samiwife · 8 months

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Hi, could you write a smut with Julian Casablancas X fem reader X izzy stradlin ... I love my jules & izzy!

Yes, ofc! Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy it! <3 This is going to be tricky but I'll try!!!

She's Ours 𓆩♡𓆪 (Julian Casablancas x Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

T/W: Polymerous relationship, threesome, pet names, and cussing

(Reader Discretion is advised)

A polyamorous relationship may seem odd to others but for you, Izzy, and Julian it's something that you all were interested in. The thought of you having multiple partners thrilled you. All three of you would go on dates together, live with each other, and even sometimes have sex with each other. Sometimes, Julian and Izzy would get it on while you watched. At first, when you told each of them you wanted a polyamorous relationship, they were both cool with it. They both said they loved you and wanted to make you happy. It made it better knowing that Izzy and Julian were best friends before all three of you became a polyamorous relationship. Tonight was special, it was yours, Izzy's, and Julian's 4-year anniversary. Today was the first day when you guys became official with your polyamorous relationship. Sure it seems odd but all of you guys didn't care. You got ready for the dinner surprise Izzy and Julian planned.

The whole date night was a mystery, both of them refused to tell you where they were taking you so you just went with the flow. You put on a sparkly black short dress and silver heels. You walked downstairs where Izzy and Julian were standing with flowers in their hands. "Hey baby, you look beautiful," Izzy said as he handed you the flowers and kissed your lips. You smiled and walked over to Julian. "Yeah, you're so fucking hot when you wear black," Julian said as he bit his bottom lip. You giggle and Julian kisses your lips. You pull away and smile. "Okay, so what's the surprise you two planned for me." You said smirking. Both of them smiled. "Well, me and Julian decided to take you to the fancy restaurant you always talk about," Izzy explained as he took your hand and led you to the car. Julian opened the car for you and Izzy helped you in. "Yeah, Izzy told me how much you wanted to go but it is always hard to get reservations. So we got them for you." Julian said as he smiled at you in the rearview mirror.

You smiled widely and blushed. "Oh my god, guys this is amazing. Thank you. You two are the best boyfriends ever." You said as you excitedly bounced in your seat. "You're welcome cutie glad you love it," Izzy said as he drove. "Happy anniversary princess," Julian said as he smirked at you from the rearview mirror. After driving for a few minutes, you all arrived at the restaurant. Julian helped you out of the car and both of them took you into the restaurant. During dinner, the guys were drinking and eating their meals. The food was phenomenal and the wine was delicious. Nothing could be better. After the dinner, Izzy and Julian drove you home where the next surprise would be. "Okay princess, this is the next surprise, there's a box under your bed. Me and Izzy would like you to try it on and wait for us." Julian whispers in your ear. You smirked and walked upstairs. You took the box under your bed and opened it. It was lingerie, it was black and had flowers on it. You blushed at it and smiled.

You quickly put it on and waited for Izzy and Julian. After 2 minutes, they both walked in and admired the outfit. "Fuck Y/N, that looks fucking sexy on you," Julian said as he lifted up your chin. Izzy smiles and stares at you. "Yeah, Julian was right. Black is hot on you." Izzy said as he sat next to you. Izzy lays you backward. "Okay baby, now it's our turn," Izzy said in a low tone. Julian slides off your bottom lingerie and then slips off your top. Julian kisses your lips as he rubbed your tits. You moan as you kiss Julian. Izzy smirks and slides off his clothes. And lines up to your clit and thrusts in.

You break from Julian's kiss and moan loudly. Julian chuckles and removes his clothes. Julian strokes his member for a bit. You take your hand and begin jerking Julian's member. Julian moans loudly and soon you wrap your lips around Julian's member and began to suck. You felt yourself about to come because of Izzy's thrusting. You kept sucking and jerking Julian off. You let your lips go and moaned out. "God, guys I'm about to come!" You huffed out. Izzy smirked and huffed out "Then come for us babydoll." You moan as a response and wrap your lips around Julian again. "Agh fuck Y/N, I'm also about to come too!" Julian moaned out. You let go causing a loud pop to come from your lips. "Then come for me Julian and you too Izzy. I want to feel you two come for me!" You moaned out.

Izzy came inside you and Julian came on your face. You moaned out in pleasure as you felt both of them. You licked Julian's come off your lips. Izzy pulled out and smirked. Julian took a minute to catch his breath. "Agh, fuck this is the best anniversary gift ever." You huffed out as you smiled. Julian smiled and so did Izzy. Izzy lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom as Julian searches through your closet for fresh clothes. "I'm glad you loved it babydoll," Izzy said as he laid you in the bathtub. Julian walks into the bathroom with a towel and fresh clothes. "Yeah, you were amazing, princess. Hope you enjoy the bath." Julian said as he kissed your forehead. Then Izzy kissed your forehead as well and the two of them walked out to leave you some privacy.

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lavender-at-heart · 2 years

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬:

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Pairing: Elvis(or Austin!elvis) x reader

Warnings: kids? Idk💀

Notes: this is technically the second part to this fic, but you rlly don't have to read it first. Requests are open, feedback is welcome and thank you for reading!<3

- Cc💞

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When Elvis gets out of the Army he can barley contain his excitement to see you.

While in Germany, when he had time off he'd go to every jewelry store he could find. Searching for a perfect engagement ring for you.

Elvis is a picky man and never settles for anything less than perfect, especially when shopping for you

Eventually he finds one, just a month before returning home. It's big and shiny just the way he likes but delicate in a way that suits you.

When elvis comes home he can barley keep himself from running into your arms and eloping on the spot.

You wait on the porch of Graceland while he greets his father

your hair freshly teased in the newest style; a contrast from the short curls of two years ago. With your best dress and the biggest smile, you can barley contain yourself.

After your kiss filled reunion you, elvis and your close friends and family have a small party to celebrate Elvis' wonderful return home.

Life seems to go back to normal- or as normal as It could be.

Elvis had wanted to settle down with you and make his music but the colonel life had other plans.

Elvis made movies faster than you could stop and smell the beautiful flowers he gave you.

And even though some of them were admittedly cheap cash grabs, your sweetheart never put in anything less than his whole heart. He loved preforming and wanted to make you and his fans proud, no matter what.

It was fun to see your boyfriend so happy and in his zone. And getting to go to all those premieres were very exiting.

Meeting all sorts of Hollywood stars and musicians, it was unlike anything you'd ever done.

You did have to spend a lot of time apart especially as the colonel pushed him to make even more movies, but it made you appreciate the time you had with him.

Whether Elvis was with you or not he'd go the nine yards, claiming that he had to catch up on all the nice things he wanted to but could buy you back in the day.

Your first big gift from Elvis was the Christmas he came home, a small brown kitten that fit in the palm of your hand. You named it Love after Elvis' mama and she's been your best friend ever since.

When elvis isn't home he writes and sends gifts whenever he feels like it; which is pretty often.

Long notes and poems accompanied with a bouquet of flowers and a new necklace are the types of gifts you would typically receive.

He also sends dresses on dresses and a new pair of shoes every couple months

"I just want you to look extra special when I finally get to see you again hun." Elvis pleaded through the phone.

When he's at home he takes you out for amazing dinners and movie nights.

Sometimes the two of you prefer to stay home, lay in bed and watch your favorite movies or listen to your favorite music and slow dance by the fireplace.

On your 7th anniversary Elvis proposed to you.

he took you to the spot he used to eat picnic dinners underneath the stars with and got down on one knee.

"I-I know I promised to do this a long while back but I can't wait any longer. [Y/n], darling? Will you be my wife?"

You nearly scream yes, and pepper his face in a billion kisses.

You have to keep yourself from crying and let him put the pretty ring on your pretty little finger.

While the colonel thought your relationship would wreck Elvis' image, it did quite the opposite. You were painted as the royal couple of Hollywood, people swooned over you just as much as they did elvis.

Young girls looked to you for fashion inspiration and you soon began to pop up in beauty and life magazines.

And soon enough there was a royal wedding: June 1st 1965.

The newspapers went crazy and it was the most magical experience of your life.

You went dress shopping and found even managed to find your dream dress.

It took extra work to make sure that you and Elvis' wedding remained private but it was definitely worth it

Especially when Frank Sinatra offered his private jet so the two of you could get to your honeymoon spot hassle free.

Just a year after the both of you welcomed a new member into the family: Carolyn Gladys Presley.

Elvis was oh so scared to be a dad but boy did he make a good one.

He was so scared that he'd break the little baby or disappoint her, but he couldn't do that even if he tried.

He never let his work get in the way of taking care of his family, even if that meant getting on the colonels bad side.

Speaking of which you were sick and tired of that man being in you and elvis' life.

He pushed elvis into unhealthy habits and stopped elvis from doing what he loved, singing the music he loved.

While Elvis was off filming another cheap movie you and Jerry searched for a suitable replacement for the ugly pig they called a colonel.

You hired Steve Binger and Bones Howe to help Elvis with his comeback to music

And after a long long sit down you finally got through to Elvis and he "took care of business" and fired Tom Parker

Elvis felt bad but knew it was necessary to better his health and career.

The 69' comeback special was a surreal time, it was like Elvis became a new person.

He was overjoyed to be singing his music again. Everyone who knew him could see it on his face, his smile lighting up every room he walked into.

The summer of 1969 also welcomed Elvis Presley Jr. Into the family. He was a spitting image of his papa, sandy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He was almost a complete copy of Elvis but he had your nose and attitude.

Elvis loved taking you and his kids on horseback rides, teaching them to garden and never letting the spoils get to them.

always making sure they say please and thank you.

"Carrie whatya say to mama?"

"Thankyoo mama"

That isn't to say he doesn't spoil your children Because God knows he does. It's so hard for him to say no them, he just can't refuse them.

Summers are spent vacationing, swimming, and spending as much time together as possible.

Fall time is the best at Graceland, pumpkin patches, trick or treating, playing in the leaves.

Winter is Elvis' favorite, he loveeeess buying Christmas presents. Snow fights and bringing the kiddies to visit Santa. Elvis singing Christmas carols and decorating the house from head to toe.

Your family held a huge new years eve party and hoped that the upcoming 70s held as much blessings as the 60s had.

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katareyoudrilling · 7 months

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Couples Getaway, Part 3 (Kinktober: Partner Swapping)

Series: Couples Getaway

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader, Dave York x Carol

Summary: This year, you vacation in Tuscany and change some rules

Word count: ~2.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: partner swapping (everyone is enthusiastically consenting), voyeurism, exhibitionism, PIV, oral (m and f receiving), I’m choosing to leave a little out for the sake of the “plot,�� please DM me if you have concerns, but I think you’ll be ok

A/N: When I saw “Partner swapping” on @flightlessangelwings kinktober prompt list for today – my wedding anniversary lol – I just knew that I had to revisit these four. Happy anniversary @drillingkat, I hope you like this one as much as the other 2 ;-) This probably could be read standalone, but would be better enjoyed if you’ve read the first two parts linked below. Enjoy!

Series Masterlist - Part 1 (1.5k) - Part 2 (2.3k)

Main Masterlist

Taglist – link in my bio

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You awake and stretch your body dreamily on the bed. You smile contentedly to yourself as you take in your surroundings. To one side, the view of the Tuscan hillside greets you through the doors of your veranda. Rolling hills dotted with distinctive Italian cypress trees stretch as far as you can see.

On your other side, Marcus stirs and rolls away from you – one long, muscular leg stretching over the duvet. Your gaze lingers on his tousled brown hair… the expanse of his back… the dip at the top of his bottom as it disappears under the covers. You’re tempted to run your fingers down his spine just to watch goosebumps rise across his golden skin or slip your hand over the curve of his waist and wake him up hard and wanting.

But that’s when you hear them.

The now familiar sound of Dave and Carol fucking wafts in through the open doors along with the Italian breeze.

You swing your legs off the side and pad out onto your veranda.

Dave and Carol are on a lounge chair by the pool below you – naked and gleaming in the sun.

Beautiful.

You lean against the wrought iron railing to get a better view. The warmth of the morning sun heats your bare skin as arousal builds in your core.

In past years on this trip, the sexual escapades took place behind closed doors… except for the one night when you swapped partners.

Sure, you heard Dave and Carol fucking in their room, and they heard you and Marcus. No one made any effort to quiet down. You all readily admitted to how arousing it was.

This year, the four of you had decided to drop that barrier. In your rented Tuscan villa, no room was off limits. No audience was discouraged. It was wanton. Hedonistic. Fucking HOT.

You are caught up watching Dave and Carol’s lithe bodies tangle with each other, so don’t notice Marcus behind you until he slides his hands around your middle and kisses your neck.

You moan and lean into him. His cock is already hard, nudging against your bare ass. Pajamas have no place here.

“How nice of them to wake us up with a show,” Marcus mumbles low in your ear as his hands move upward to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.

“Best alarm clock ever,” you whimper as one of his hands drops between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against you as he kisses down your spine, bending you forward to grip the railing in front of you so he can slide into your soaked pussy.

You gasp at the stretch, so delicious without any prep. Marcus swears as he bottoms out, gripping your hips tightly as you flutter around him.

He fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and vein of him drag against your walls. You press back into him with every stroke, chasing friction as Dave and Carol reach a crescendo by the pool.

It doesn’t take long before Marcus’s powerful thrusts have you at the edge of orgasm. You hear Carol come and follow quickly after her. Marcus shudders to his climax behind you.

You stand and lean back against Marcus. He pulls you into his broad chest as you catch your breath.

A quick morning fuck has only given you a little relief from the fire pooling in your belly. A fire that has been steadily growing as this trip approached.

This year, it is up to you and Carol to initiate the partner swap and your men have no idea what’s in store for them.

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The four of you tumble, laughing, out of the hired car in front of your rented villa. You and Carol had vowed to make sure the group didn’t go past tipsy on your wine tasting tour, but you certainly flirted with that line, as evidenced by Marcus and Dave bowled over with laughter and bumping into each other as they make their way up the steps and inside. You don’t want anyone to be drunk, but a little liquid courage might be needed tonight.

You follow them in, rolling your eyes at Carol over your husbands’ antics. The two men are so different, yet so alike in many ways. You slip out of your sandals and walk barefoot across the cool stone floor admiring the view of the setting sun out the window. The beauty of this place will never stop taking your breath away.

The owners managed to preserve the villa’s old-world charm – stone floors, wood beamed ceilings, creeping vines – while adding in modern conveniences – luxurious bathrooms, a gorgeous pool, a plush sitting room. You head to the sitting room now.

Tonight is the night you and Carol have been planning.

Marcus tries to pull you down after him as you direct him towards the couch. He’s been predictably handsy all afternoon. The man loves you in a sundress.

You don’t allow him to pull you onto his lap. Instead, you stand between his legs and take his face in your hands.

“You good?” you ask, looking deeply into his chocolate brown eyes and… he knows. The haze of wine and sunshine that had been clouding his vision burns off in an instant and is replaced with a sparkle of excitement.

“Yes,” he replies enthusiastically. You press a lingering kiss to his lips. A promise that you are his and he is yours.

You pull back and see that Carol is also stepping away from Dave. The two of you stand side by side facing the men on the couch. It reminds you of that first night in the pool two years ago – you and Carol facing your men, about to change the group dynamics forever.

Adrenaline courses through your body – tingling from your toes to your fingertips. The rush makes you dizzy.

Dave rests his elbows on his knees, eager and intense. His dark gaze sweeps over you and you shiver despite the warmth of the evening. Marcus sits up straight and excited at the edge of the couch, like a golden retriever waiting to be told he can have his treat.

You and Carol glance knowingly at each other, suppressing the excited giggles that threaten to bubble up.

You both begin undressing – shedding sundresses, bras, and underwear. The men wait at attention for their instructions.

Once you’re standing fully naked in front of them, basking in their lustful gazes, you and Carol turn towards each other.

Carol reaches for your arm…

You tuck her hair behind her ear…

She presses her lips to your neck…

“Oh my god,” you hear Marcus’s strangled exclamation.

“Fuck yes,” Dave hisses beside him.

No one ever said which partners were swapping.

Arousal tingles across your skin. Your nipples are already incredibly hard when Carol closes her soft lips around one. You throw back your head and moan. Her hand travels down to your mound and you wobble unsteadily on your feet as blood rushes from your head.

She guides you back gently to a chair and encourages you to sit. Your eyes flicker open.

Dave stands before a still seated Marcus. He has taken off his shirt and his pants hang open and low on his hips. You can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. Marcus stares up at him entranced as he unbuttons his shirt.

Marcus nods.

Dave lowers himself to his knees.

Your cunt clenches.

You know Dave has been with other men and Carol with other women. They both speak freely about it. You and Marcus haven’t had the opportunity to explore those desires yourselves, having only discovered your adventurous sexual sides since you’ve been together. You were both pretty vanilla when you met, but as the trust has grown between you, you’ve been able to indulge each other’s curiosity. It has only brought you closer together.

Carol pulls your nipple back into her mouth as she brushes her thumb over your clit. Just the tiniest of touches sends spasms of pleasure through your body. You have been so worked up thinking about tonight that you’re already on the edge of orgasm.

You manage to open your eyes as she sinks a finger into your fluttering heat. You want to see what the men are doing.

Marcus grips the couch cushion, panting, as Dave stokes lightly up and down Marcus’s long shaft. He then lowers his head and takes Marcus’s cock in his mouth.

You clamp down on Carols’ fingers as your orgasm crashes into you.

“That was too easy,” Carol teases as she strokes you through it. She watches her fingers disappearing into you and licks her lips. You swear as she presses her tongue to your still pulsing clit.

Carol reduces you to a puddle of need with her tongue and fingers. Marcus’s moans and the low rumble of Dave’s praises provide a swirling backdrop of need as you edge closer and closer to another climax.

When it does come, you surrender fully to the pulsing and throbbing of your core.

Shuffling sounds from the couch bring your back to yourself. Dave stands fully naked in front of Marcus now, cock bobbing between his legs. He runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair as Marcus looks up at him with puppy dog eyes. He is once again a golden retriever waiting for his treat.

You watch transfixed as Marcus grips Dave’s hips, his thick fingers digging into Dave’s muscular ass. Marcus drags his mouth the length of Dave’s thick cock before taking him inside. Dave hisses and rocks his hips forward.

They’re so beautiful that you hate to look away – Michelangelo would have been inspired – but Carol has been so generous with you, and you want to return the favor. You climb off your chair and direct her to lay back on the plush rug.

You run your fingers down her body, teasing her nipples, feeling your own tighten in response. You swirl your tongue around the pretty pink peaks, sucking gently, then harder as she responds to you.

You taste your way down to her pussy, already glistening with arousal. This is a new experience for you and you want to get it right. Circle, press, suck… you find your rhythm and lose yourself kneeling between her legs, living for the sounds she makes and the way she rolls her hips.

You startle when big, warm hands grip your uplifted hips. The men have joined you on the rug. Marcus is behind you, caressing your ass, looking both blissed out and desperate.

“Don’t stop,” Dave instructs from his position near Carol’s head. “Make my wife come. You’re doing so well, isn’t she baby?” He caresses her face, and she nods.

“Let me suck your cock while I come,” Carol whimpers. Dave positions himself so that she can take his weeping cock in her mouth. She moans and he swears under his breath.

The desire to wreck Carol the way she wrecked you burns low in your belly as you resume your ministrations. Marcus slides deep into your pussy and you whine against Carol’s wet folds.

He thrusts into you deep and slow, building friction gradually as you focus on Carol’s pleasure. The debauchery of it all stokes the fire in your core. The four of you reduced to tangle of limbs and primal urges. Your very own bacchanal.

Soon, Carol is shuddering beneath you, crying out around Dave’s cock.

Marcus pulls you up and back against him, ramming himself faster into your wet heat. You twist around to face him, pounding hearts touching, friction building, and dive in for a kiss. The four of you mingle on your tongues.

It’s frantic and desperate. Your bodies so familiar to each other, so good at finding the perfect angle and rhythm. You drive each other higher, gripping hips and shoulders, searching for your release.

You reach your peaks together as Marcus babbles thank yous into your skin.

Thank you for helping him explore…

Thank you for trusting him…

Thank you for taking a risk…

Thank you for loving him…

Thank you for being his…

The world around you disappears as you look into the eyes of your husband – blissed out and adoring. You trace over his gorgeous features with your fingers. His angular nose, his sharp jaw, his swollen lips. You’ll make plans for next year soon. The four of you will travel somewhere exciting and have a week of glorious sex, but until then, Marcus is only yours and you are only his.

You couldn’t be happier.

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utlana · 1 year

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So today marks my 10th year anniversary being on AO3 and I thought I could celebrate by making a Karlnapity Rec list!!

I hope you enjoy and check them out! All the authors listed under the read more are amazing and are partially to blame my inspiration for my own writing, so thank you to all of them <3

(They’re organized from earliest to most recently posted btw)

Sunflowers Still Grow At Night by troddenn_snoww (@troddenn-snoww on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 1.4k

Super cute and fluffy Karlnapity with sleepy cuddles and kisses!!

Just a Little Bit Mine by reliable_eli

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 2.6k

A Karlnapity oneshot in the author’s Percy Jackson AU. Some light angst with a sweet ending!

i can't think a thought without wishing you were here by travvymybeloved

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Complete, Words 27.3k

A multichapter High School AU that I've read many times! It’s in Quackity’s POV and follows him as he struggles with his jealousy of Karlnap because of his crush on Karl.

When The Sunlight Dies by bramble_patch (Marianne_Dashwood) and personalized_radio

Rated M, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Multichapter, Complete, Words 101.3k

A Certified Karlnapity Classic. If you haven’t read this fantasy AU, read it now. The writing is stupidly good, like it feels illegal for such good content to be free.

feather weather by ardett (@ardett on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Complete, Words 39.2k

Another Karlnapity Classic. It has one of the best Sapnap lines of any Karlnapity fics I’ve ever read. Also I’ve probably read this fic the most out of all of these btw. Perfect Hurt/Comfort reading.

loud and reckless by teanpaintstains

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Complete, Words 3.8k

A Mafia AU meet-cute that’s a feel good fluffy story.

loving you's the antidote (you're so golden) by thebane

Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 5k

A wedding day AU in Sapnap’s POV. A happy ending that the c!fiances deserve.

it’s golden, like daylight by Michage

Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 1.8k

A cute and fluffy winter themed oneshot.

Need Something Newer Than New by butterfly_wings

Rated M, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Oneshot, Words 4.8k

Be gay and do crimes Karlnapity style. It’s all about running away and falling in love. This story is a big inspiration for a future multichapter fic I want to write :)

White Wine, Fine Dine And Everything On The Line by Deiohx

Rated T, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Oneshot, Words 26.4k

A getting back together fic with a bit of mild angst. It’s a Sapnap POV too. I remember when I first read this, I was waiting to pick up my food and I wanted to scream because of how good this fic was, but I was in public lol.

Karlnapity Sick Fics by Kakerutori (@kakerutori on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 9.9k

A collection of cute and fluffy sick fiance oneshot fics.

Something to live for by alevens

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 7.8k

A warm and fuzzy retelling of the fiances engagement story in Quackity’s POV.

cuddles with a side of cocoa by Kakerutori (@kakerutori on tumblr)

Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 2.5k

Everything you expect from the title. Lots of Karlnapity cuddling and cocoa!

Nowadays by ceruleon

Rated G, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Multichapter, Complete, Words 26.8k

A Karl POV time travel fic where he falls in love with his fiances no matter the time.

Time Forgotten by writingtheend

Rated M, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Multichapter, Complete, Words 98.1k

Western AU with magic elements in Karl’s POV and angst with a happy ending.

Give Me Everything by InTheWordsOfAristotle

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 1.8k

Okay so this one is just a Karlnapity makeout fic lol. It’s very good.

gold mine by allwedontdo

Rated T, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Oneshot, Words 7.3k

More of a Quacknap-centric fic set in Las Nevadas with some angst but eventual fluff.

Under Your Wings by Kakerutori (@kakerutori on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 4.1k

A soft and fluffy Quackity POV wing preening fic.

today i'll survive (and tomorrow make sense of my life) by hoorayy (@rebelpeas on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 4k

From the wonderful writer who also made the famous Devil Town, this is an adorably fluffy Quackity sickfic!

Please Remember Me by HiDadImGay

Rated T, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 30.5k

Karl loses his memories during one of his time traveling trips but Quackity takes care of him in Las Nevadas. It’s filled with angst but also a lot of fluff.

Hades' Heist by urhiraeth (hazelhyucks)

Rated T, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Multichapter, Complete, Words 18.3k

Karlnapity crime time AU with a mix of exciting heists and cute fluff.

working against (the sands of time) by melotragedy

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Oneshot, Words 8.4k

A getting back together fic featuring sick Quackity in Las Nevadas.

But You and I Will Always Be Back Then by Lacy_Star (@lacystar on tumblr)

Rated M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Complete, Words 68.3k

One of my very first Karlnapity fics I fell in love with. The story is a time traveling Karl POV plot with a lot of Honq and cute pre-Karlnapity scenes.

You Can Come Home To Me by The_Crow_Constellation (@i-anonymous-crow on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 9.1k

Part one of an ongoing canon complaint/getting back together Karlnapity fic series with a lot of beautiful prose.

Right Here Where I Belong by Coco_and_coffee (HotCocoandMarshmallows) (@hotcocoandwriting on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 3.6k

It only has one chapter right now, but I’m already in love with the concept. Quackity’s a lawyer who ends up adopting a horse and the set up is soooo good.

Before: Karl and Quackity (don't) Date by penink (@peninkwrites on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 42.2k

This is a part of the author’s Mafia AU and this Honq fic (maybe possibly going to turn into Karlnapity at some point later in the series) is criminally underrated. Please check it out and read everything in the series too while you’re at it.

guess i want you more than i thought i did by MorningStarbee (@skeppyquackers on tumblr)

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 3.6k

This is a Quackity POV Royalty AU with Karlnap having an arranged marriage. It’s just one chapter so far but I’m excited to see the angst and the surely happy ending this fic will have.

Rest by Kakerutori (@kakerutori on tumblr)

Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oneshot, Words 2.5k

A cute and sleepy Karlnapity fic.

if you're gonna kill me, take me out to dinner first by veeva9

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 16k

An AU where Karlnap are hitmen with the casino owner, Quackity, as their new target. (Luckily, they’re going to fall in love.)

What Am I Supossed To Do Without You? by The_Crow_Constellation (@i-anonymous-crow on tumblr)

Rated T, Major Character Death, Oneshot, Words 9.1k

Part two of the author’s canon complaint/getting back together story. Slowly but surely we're getting to that happy ending the fiances deserve.

Lemon Dove by breewrites

Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply, Multichapter, Incomplete, Words 10.8k

A hurt/comfort with a time traveling Karl POV. After kissing one of Quackity’s doppelgangers, Karl gets his memories back.

#karlnapity #mcyt #dsmp #fanfic rec #utlana personal #karl jacobs #quackity #sapnap

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✪ moot appreciation time ! tag some of your fav moots and share what you love about them ! then place this in other blogs asks !

aww tysm pookie 💗 also i've never felt so pressured in my life just from writing this lmao 💀

@mxlly143 : you are literally the best friend ever!! you're so funny and make my days better when we text each other 🫶 our conversations are so out of pocket and i honestly love that abt our relationship bc that shows that we have a great friendship, i couldn't have asked for a better best friend and ilysmmm 🥹💖 ( mali 🔛🔝 )

@ivsjake4evr : ofc i'm gonna add my sister, you've been my best friend since i was born (no joke) i'm honestly glad our relationship has got better bc i remember when we used to hate each other so much lmaooo 😭 seriously tho your the FUNNIEST person i've ever met and i've literally had to catch my breath from how hard i've laughed from you, ily pooks 🩷

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@dollijongs : YOUR. MOODBOARDS. ARE. SO. PRETYYYY , i know we've only talked ONCE but i swear your moodboard are just so 😩 and you love ateez CHEFS KISS MWAH 😙👌

@jasmine-k09 : AHHH BESTIE!! you might not be very active on here and we might be friends irl (shhh...don't tell anyone🤫) but ILYSMMM you are the best person to talk to when i have problems or just need to let some steam/venting out and you're literally my bookie for life (best pookie) our conversations are literally the weirdest and we say a little too much tmi but that's just bc we're comfortable with each other HAPPY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY 😋🎉

honorable mentions: @joyuvv @jaes1lvr @y-vna @jilxxasu @haerins00 @hyunch4ez @ayatxt @tyuniwa @atinyniki

#gyu posts #gyustarzzi #gyu random posts #gyu inbox #🐧😺

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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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Hi Babes

I don’t know if your requests are open or not. But in case they’re open, can you please write a fic with the song “Glimpse of us” by Joji. And if it can be with one of the Chris Evans characters or himself;)

Preferably with happy ending. Or anything you like you just write the best of everything.

Have a very nice day<3

A Glimpse of Us

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warning: Angst

A/N: hi nonnie, this was long overdue. I kept changing lol at first I wrote a happy ending, but it felt unnatural to me. I hope you’ll enjoy this 🥰

Sometimes, he saw your face instead of hers, your eyes looking up at him instead of hers, your hands in his instead of hers. Sometimes, he could have sworn you were still with him. Sometimes, he could have sworn you still loved him… instead of him. Andy Barber always had you at the back of his mind, and in the deepest crevices of his heart, one that she would never reached. And sometimes, no, all the time, he thought of what would become of the two of you if he never left to pursue his dreams.

Reaching his dreams was all he could thought of back then. His twenty-six year old self whom he thought was mature beyond his years was nothing but a naive man. Later on, when enough years had passed, he realized he was nothing but a fool. And you, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to him. You were his dream- until he thought success was the better dream than you.

Dreams, they were a funny thing to him now that enough years had passed. Eight years had passed, and all the dreams his young self could thought of were achieved by him, and yet…he wasn’t happy. He reached all the dreams he wanted, and he was only too happy that you supported him.

He wanted to become a lawyer? You supported him despite him having less time for you because of his studies.

He wanted to become the best lawyer? Sure, you helped him take care of his life outside work.

He wanted to become a district attorney? Okay. You let him move from across the country from you.

Now that he thought about it, he never asked you if it was okay with you if he took the job. He was so used to you cheering him on from the sidelines that he never thought of you.

How were you when he told you he accepted the job before even talking about it with you?

How were you when he moved across the country?

How were you when he missed the scheduled video calls?

His love, how were you now?

Andy closed his wallet shut, the polaroid he was staring at safely tucked inside of his old wallet, the one that you gifted him back then. He watched as the one he called his own entered the fancy restaurant. God, you would have hated it here. You were always fond of places where you could be your self. And before, the two of you could only afford those places, and a place like this were only reserved for when the two of you were celebrating your anniversaries.

Life was simpler back then.

Why then if she’s so perfect, do I still wish that it was you?

Laurie planted a kiss on his cheek before she sat down in front of him. She placed her hair on her other shoulder, the engagement ring he gave her could not be ignored with the way light reflected on it. She smiled dearly at him, and God, it was wrong, but he caught a glimpse of you, one that passed by so quietly, so quickly, like a figment of his imagination that he had to blink twice just to see her again.

Laurie had been his friend before she became his girlfriend. She was kind, was a lawyer just like him. She understood how time consuming the job was. When Andy’s life fell apart, she was there, so patient as she helped him picked up the pieces slowly. They were perfect for each other, their friends said. A match made in heaven, they claimed.

But perfect didn’t mean it was working.

Sometimes, your thoughts still wandered to the man you first loved so deeply you thought you could never reached the surface again. But that was what was funny with love, you thought. Despite thinking you could never imagined life without the one you loved, the human spirit still fought through. A life you thought was once unimaginable was now the one you were living. Sometimes though, you looked up at the sky and your mind brought you back to what was your greatest heartbreak and biggest decision when you were young…and to him, to what was once your person and your best friend and you biggest confidant wrapped in one person.

And sometimes, you thought of what would have been if you kept supporting him, if you kept standing beside him. You probably would have ended up marrying him, becoming Mrs. Barber, bearing his children…and then what?

Would you still just be there to support his dreams as he went on and on, a dream after the other, with him so confident that he’d looked behind him and see you smiling and waiting for him?

Did that make you a bad woman when you broke up with him?

Did that make you a selfish woman for choosing ‘you’ over the ‘us’?

Or did you just realize that you too had a dream, but every dream you had you included him.

Perhaps, it took you years to realize you were never his priority. And to the twenty-four year old you, you rationalized that it was fine, that it was how it was supposed to be, that you were there to support each other. But at what cost?

Your mind went on to that night when everything was starting to break.

Your brows furrowed as you tried to digest what Andy was saying. It was difficult, your heart breaking a little bit more as he continued speaking.

“You accepted the job before you discussed this with me?” Finally, you found your voice.

He paused, he looked as if he was taken a back. Did he not think about you, at all? Andy slowly held your hand into his, and as you looked into his eyes, you could see how his mind was made up. It was not that you’d try to stop him, you never would. You understood his ambitions, his dreams. “Well, baby…I figured you’d say yes.”

Of course, it was his dream. Of course, of course..of course.

Until you couldn’t anymore.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m breaking up with you-“

“Is it because of the long distance? Baby, I thought you understand!”

A sigh could be heard over the phone, and as tears were falling down your cheeks, you thought if this was the right decision. But you knew, you always knew, the two of you deserved better.

“I thought I did, too, Andy. I thought I could take more of this. But I have dreams, too. And you have your own. And it’s becoming more apparent to me now that I was never on top of your list. That even now, I am not on your list.”

And that was one of the many conversations before it really did end. It was a lot of begging, of professing of love, of promises that there would be change, but the thing about heart was once it had enough, it could never change its course.

And strangely, at the end, you only felt relief that you could finally start over again. Perhaps, this time, with someone who had it already figured out. Perhaps this time, it would be with someone who included you in his plans, in his dreams, in his ambitions. Perhaps, someday, it would be with someone who would loved you wholeheartedly.

And then that someday came.

Tell me he savors your glory, does he laugh the way I did?

You felt strong arms wrapped around you, his face rested on your shoulder. You looked at him, at the person who kept choosing you, at the person who promised you forever. And this time, love felt easy. This time, the face of love changed. This time, love chose you.

Because sometimes, there were no second chances. It could take your heart breaking before you realized that she was the one, and that you let her go. In this life, you could have a thousand dreams, but in this life, you could never have the same love twice. Perhaps, when enough years have gone by, you could only find a glimpse of her, of the person you let go.

#andy barber x female reader #andy barber angst #andy barber au #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber fic #andy barber

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softxsuki · 1 year

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hello, i don’t know if this is an urgent request but my mom died a few weeks ago and i’ve been up and down with my emotions. i feel like its going to be isolating this christmas because it won’t ever be the same. could i request a drabble with izuku comforting reader going through it during college, any time it is too much for reader, izuku is always there. and each year they do something to commemorate the loss, until one year he proposes? sorry again if this is a lot

Midoriya with Reader Whose Mom Passed Away

Pairing: Midoriya x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of mother passing away, crying, isolation, sadness, grief, eating, kissing

Genre: Hurt-Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which Midoriya commemorates the loss of your mother each year on her death anniversary, but one year ends up becoming more special than the others.

[A/N: Hey lovely, thank you so much for trusting me with this request. I'm so sorry for your loss. I know nothing I can say or do will help you feel better, but I'm here if you ever need to talk. Fun fact: when my abuelo (grandpa) passed away I remember sending balloons up into the sky for him on his birthday (probably not the best for the environment, but I was a child at the time and didn't know any better). I always prayed that my balloons would reach him safely as I wished him a happy birthday. One year when I did this, there was a star in the sky that was glowing very brightly. I remember being so fascinated by this star so I watched it the whole time my balloon flew up into the night sky. Suddenly, that star turned even brighter, almost like a door in the sky suddenly opened up and I swear my balloon went through that opening. To this day, I like to believe that it was my grandpa receiving my balloon :). That's why stars are very special to me and why I decided to mention them in this post. I truly hope this is able to provide you with a little comfort and happiness as you deal with all these very confusing emotions. I actually cried a little while writing this because it reminded me of my aunt who I lost last year. I wish you nothing but healing and good energy. Praying for you <3]

“I miss you mom. I really wish you were here,” you whisper to yourself, the death anniversary of your mother once again arriving.

Even though it’s been a few years since she passed, the pain was still the same as the day when you first found out. Trying to balance the grief of losing your mother so soon, along with being a college student, and lover to your boyfriend, was very hard at times. Most nights you spent crying yourself to sleep, you spent most of the days locked up in your room, not able to face the world outside, and you could hardly find the strength to properly feed yourself.

Thankfully though, your boyfriend, Midoriya, was always by your side to help you through your ups and downs. He gave you enough space so you could comfortably let your emotions out, but always stayed near enough incase you called out to him. He’d hold you tightly each night, kissing your tears away as he whispered comforting words into your ear.

On days where you felt a little better, he’d take you out to try and fill your days with some excitement and fun. He hated to see you isolating yourself from your friends and family, and even him at times. So, on days when you guys didn’t have any class, he'd spend the whole day outside with you. Showing you new, exciting places just so he could see that little light in your eyes again; all he wanted was for you to feel happy again.

Each year on the day of your mom’s death anniversary, he’d plan something special to commemorate your loss; something to never let her memory die out. Some years he’d attempt to cook either your mom’s favorite meal, or one of her special recipes she used to make for you all the time. He wasn’t the greatest cook, but he always took his time and contacted Bakugou for help if he needed it (Bakugou is a bit stubborn to help, but he gives in eventually, saying MIdoriya owes him one). But the food always comes out great.

You’d both sit down in the living room together, enjoying the food as you watch old home videos that included your mother. Tears would fall, and sobs would leave your lips, but Midoriya knew it was important to watch those videos so you could see your mom and never forget her (not that you ever could anyway).

Other years he’d take you on a late night picnic at a nearby park with some of your favorite food. After eating you’d both lie down and watch the stars. Midoriya would point at one that shined the brightest and say, “Look, it’s your mom looking down on us. She’s here to spend some time with you.”

As cheesy as it was at the time, you were happy to believe his words. Wanting to believe that your mother was looking down on you at that moment.

Today marked another year without her and this year, your boyfriend was doing some cooking on his own, without anyone’s help. But instead of having you around, he told you to just wait in the living room, saying he’d call you out when everything was done.

Your mind wandered through all the memories that still lingered of your mother. There was never a day that went by that you didn’t miss her. And with the Holiday season approaching, you felt a little more empty inside knowing she’d never be around to celebrate Christmas with you anymore. You’d never be able to buy her a gift anymore. Regrets started to fill your head of things you should have done for her that you never had the chance to do, but thankfully Midoriya’s sweet voice breaks you out of your thoughts as tears continue to fall down your face.

With a small smile, Midoriya walks over to you and holds a hand out for you to take, “Let’s eat some dinner, sunshine. I made one of your mom’s recipes this year,” he says, wiping your tears away as you take his hand and you both walk over to your small dining table that’s decorated very nicely–perhaps maybe even a little more romantic than usual.

“I’m sorry for crying, I don’t mean to ruin the evening,” you apologize, trying to calm yourself down.

“It’s alright Y/N, we’re here to remember your mom, so you can cry as much as you need to, I don’t mind.”

You nod, sniffling as tears continue to fall down your face, but you take a seat and dig into a familiar looking dish that your mom used to make you. One of your favorites that she used to cook.

After one bite, the nostalgia hits you like a truck, making you cry even harder as you continue to eat.

“Just like mom- used to make,” you choke out between sobs.

Dinner was great to say the least, and Midoriya ended up moving his chair beside you, grabbing your hand through the rest of the meal to let you know that he was there for you.

Thankfully, you do manage to calm yourself down and really soak in the flavors of the meal, never wanting to forget the memories that came along with the food in front of you.

“Thanks ‘Zuku, that was incredible. Just…thank you for always doing little things like this to keep my mothers memory alive, you have no idea how much I appreciate it,” you thank your green-haired boyfriend.

“Anything for you. I loved your mom too, so even I enjoy doing this for you,” he responds, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “Hmm, but the night’s not over yet. Your mom’s star is waiting for us.”

And with that you both head to your usual spot at the nearby park. Just like each night on this day every year, the sky is perfectly clear so you can see each star. The brightest star in the sky glows invitingly to you, spreading warmth within you at the prospect that it could be your mom.

“Hi mom,” you whisper, wishing you could reach up to touch the star, wishing you could hug your mom again, “Thanks for coming.”

You laugh sadly to yourself, tears once again welling in your eyes. They were a mixture of happy and sad tears. Sad because you of course missed your mom, but also happy, because it felt comforting to have the star glowing brightly over you with the idea that it was your mother watching you from above.

“Y/N,” you hear Midoriya call your name from beside you.

You were standing, looking up at the stars, but turned your head to the right, where his voice came from. The sight before you was very unexpected and almost had you falling to the floor.

To your right, Midoriya was down on one knee with a box in his hand as he looked up at you with watery eyes and a gentle smile. The glow of the moon and some nearby street lamps illuminated his face, making him look particularly handsome–more handsome than usual as he was completely vulnerable in front of you in that moment.

“I don’t know if this is the best time to be doing this. And by all means, you don’t have to feel obligated to say yes, but I’m a man who loves getting permission from my partner's parents before deciding to marry them. Tonight you mom is here watching over us,” he points up at the star that you’d both labeled as your mother’s before continuing his speech, wiping the tears out of his eyes a bit, “So, what better day to ask for your hand in marriage than right now with your mom here as a witness.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his beautiful, thoughtful words, but he’s not done yet.

“Y/N, I love you so much. Maybe even a little too much, but I have no regrets being with you. These past few years have been some of your hardest, yet I only seem to fall even deeper in love with you as the years progress. Whether through your happiest or darkest days, I want to be by your side forever as your husband. I want to be able to officially call you mine and have your pain become my pain as we become life-long partners. So, Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of making me your husband?”

Tears were falling down both of your faces. You were filled with so many emotions, but in the moment, joy overpowered all your other feelings. You were at a loss for words, and your endless sobbing wouldn’t allow you to say much, so you just said whatever came to your head first, “It would be my honor.”

He places the ring on your finger, happy tears falling down his face as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing kisses to your lips. He was the happiest man alive now that he was your fiancé.

Now a day of sadness would be a day of happiness and celebration for the two of you as a future married couple, but you’d both still of course still commemorate the loss of your mother. This was a huge step for the both of you–no longer would you be alone, but your life-long partner would be by your side every step of the way to help you navigate through life without your mom. New happy memories together were just waiting to be made, and your mom will be there every step of the way, watching over you.

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Posted: 11/18/2022

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5 years - Hannix AU

A/N: After two quick updates in July, I made you wait almost three months for this next one. Sorry guys, I’ll try to be better in the future. I hope this one makes up for the delay at least a little bit.

EDIT: I think it goes without saying that I have no clue about how exactly the communication in the (U.S.) military works and I don't claim to. The bit that is included here is inspired by the TGM movie (obviously😆) and the rest goes under the creative liberty section🤭. I hope you don't mind, but I'll include it in the chapter warning nonetheless☺️.

Taglist: @callsignstingray @sweetwhispersofchaos

Warnings: fluff, a lot of inner monologues, still some angst, bad portray of military communication🫣

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Chapter Eight

July 7th, 3 years ago…

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart”, Jake whispered into the darkness.

It was their fifth. Another milestone he missed out on. If he thought too much about how many milestones in the life of his daughter he’d already missed, he felt sick. Lynn deserved so much better than him. Natasha too, for that matter, but he’d known that since the moment she’d first agreed to get involved with him. That he’d ever think of himself being unworthy of his daughter, however, he hadn’t considered before.

“I’m sorry”, he continued, “I’m sorry for failing you, girls.”

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. His heart ached and he wanted nothing more than to be at home right now. Holding his girls in his arms, showering them with kisses and showing them how much he loved them. Instead, he was stuck here, in this little village in midst of the Afghan desert, staring at the ceiling and dreaming about home.

Next to him, Ava stirred in her sleep, accidently kicking Jake’s ribs with more force than he’d expected from a five-year-old. Momentarily, all the air was punched out of him, and he remembered that it’d had felt exactly the same when he knew that he couldn’t save his jet…

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“Shit!”, he cursed, looking at all the flashing lights and listening to the wailing sirens on his dashboard while trying his best to keep the jet in the air.

His left wing was heavily damaged, and there were still missiles whizzing through the air around him. His wingmen had luckily been able to escape the dangerous territory. His diversionary tactic had worked. He saw Raptor’s tail vanish in front of him, but he still heard them loud and clear via radio.

“Hangman?! Hangman, where are you?!”, Raptor roared into his radio.

“Control, we lost sight of Dagger one! I repeat, we lost sight of Dagger one!”, Whiskas, the WSO of River, reported.

“Copy, Dagger four. Do you still see him on the radar?”

“Positive, Control! He’s still on the radar, I repeat, he’s still on the radar but he’s not behind us!”

“Hangman! Do you copy?!”, Raptor shouted, already tightening his grip on the handle.

No answer. But Jake simply didn’t have the time to answer, he needed to figure out how to save his jet from going down. The picture of his girls that was attached to his dashboard was a gentle but insistent reminder of why.

“He’s not answering! I’m going back to get him!”, Raptor announced and already opted for a turning maneuver.

“Dagger two, this is Control. You are obligated to return to Base immediately. I repeat, you are obligated to return to Base immediately. Do you copy?”

“Negative, Control! I gotta go get him!”

“Dagger two, you are not to intercept. I repeat, you are not to intercept. Do you copy?”

“But he’s gonna go down!”

“All daggers are to return to Base immediately. I repeat, all daggers are to return to Base immediately.”

While his wingmen were forced to return to safety, Jake managed to keep his jet leveled out long enough to grasp the ejection handle and pull as hard as he could. His altitude wasn't even close to the mandatory exit altitude he had been inculcated with in training, but he didn't have time. The left wing would never last long enough to reach the sufficient altitude. He needed to get out now, regardless of how risky it was. He needed to use this last chance he is given. For his girls.

“I beg you Linnie, please let me survive! Let me get back to them!”, he prayed, then he yanked back the handle, and everything blurred out.

All he could do was hope that his sister had heard him…

*-*

Back on Base, Raptor was furious. He snapped at his superiors, not caring that it would get him grounded or even suspended.

“He saved my life by taking that missile and you just let him die out there?!”

“Lieutenant, you better calm down or else–“, Captain Mercer started.

“Or else what, Sir?! Are you kicking me out?! You know what, I’ll do you a favor! Consider this my resignation!”

“Lieutenant Monaghan! Do not utter words you can’t take back anymore in front of me!”

“You let him die!”, Raptor hollered, desperation written all over his face.

The other pilots didn’t dare to move. Whiskas and River shared a worried look, while Raptor has hunched over the makeshift briefing table. Cruiser and Forest just stood off to the side, their hands clasped behind their backs and their heads down. For a minute there was just silence. The only sound was Raptor’s heavy breathing.

“He saved my life”, Raptor continued with a whisper, “he saved my fucking life, and you just give him up… He has a wife and a newborn daughter at home. How will you explain this to them, Sir?”

Captain Mercer looked him in the eye, his face completely neutral.

“I will explain that dying is a risk that comes with this job. Lieutenant Seresin knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted this mission. His wife will understand, she’s been in the Navy herself long enough.”

“And his daughter, Sir?”

“His daughter will understand that her father died as a hero on his job. He saved his friends from getting shot. And he served his country like a true hero does.”

Raptor pressed his lips together, nodding defeated.

“We will send out a rescue team once we can ensure that the area is safe. That will be all, Lieutenants. You’re dismissed”, Captain Mercer stated, glancing around the room again, before walking to the door.

“Oh, and Lieutenant Monaghan? I’ll let it go this time. But one more of these outbursts from you and I personally will ensure that you get discharged dishonorably. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Captain Mercer nodded and left the room, leaving the Lieutenants on their own.

“Fuck!”, Raptor cursed, punching his fist straight into the table.

“Hey Raptor, calm down!”, Whiskas said, coming over and putting her hand on his shoulder.

“No! I will not calm down! He saved my life and now he’s dead!”

“We don’t know that yet. Maybe he was able to eject before he went down”, Cruiser reminded him.

“But then his emergency tracker should have been activated! And Control said they only saw him vanish–“

“You’re not helping him if you’re throwing a tantrum in front of our superiors”, Forest jumped in, fixing Raptor with a glare.

“Guys, let’s take it easy, okay? Nothing’s ensured up to now, we just have to wait and see how it turns out. Come on, let’s get out of here”, River suggested, pushing Raptor forward by his shoulders.

They left the briefing room together, before separating to get to their respective quarters to clean up. After they made themselves look a little more presentable, they got back to one of the waiting rooms of the Base to wait for news. They waited a long time, but eventually, Captain Mercer had to inform them that the rescue team only found Hangman’s burned-out jet. After the devastating news, the Lieutenants were briefed on their return home, but for them, everything was just a blur…

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Jake couldn’t find sleep anymore. His thoughts were all over the place and his body didn’t feel like sleeping any longer. So, he turned onto his side, bracing his head on his left hand and watched Ava sleep next to him. The little girl had such a peaceful and innocent expression on her face that his chest clenched. Although he knew she wasn’t five years old yet, Lynn surely looked just like Ava in her sleep. The girl shuddered, her whole body trembling as the heavy shiver ran through it. Carefully, he wrapped his arm around Ava’s little body and pulled her a bit closer. Her eyelids fluttered, before she opened them fully, and looked at him.

“Jake?”, she asked confused, rubbing her eyes.

“Yes, it’s me, don’t worry. I don’t want that you feel cold”, Jake answered in Afghan, brushing a strand of hair out of Ava’s face.

Ava smiled and cuddled herself into his arms. Jake lay his head down next to hers, gently brushing his finger over her face, like drawing a line on a map. She sighed, but opened her eyes again and looked him over.

“You can’t sleep?”

He was mesmerized how good her English skills already were. She was only five years old, but already almost as good at speaking English as at speaking Afghan. Jake shook his head, still continuing with “drawing” on her face.

“Why not?”

“I’m thinking about home”, he confessed.

“About Natasha and Lynn?”, Ava asked.

As he’d come to learn, she was just as curious as her elder sister.

“Yes. I miss them.”

“Can I meet them someday?”

“Maybe… but they live far away from here. We would have to fly over the sea, that is very far.”

“You fly a lot, right?”

“I used to, yeah. Now not anymore. Now I’m working on the fields with your father and your brothers”, he chuckled and pocked her nose playfully.

Ava chuckled too, gazing at him.

“I want to fly too! Someday, I fly high in the sky! I always like when you play that with me and Aarian. Can we play flying tomorrow?”

Ava and her little brother, who was a little over two years old now, always asked Jake to play “flying” with them. Jake would take one of them on his back. They had to put their arms around Jake's neck and hold on tight. Jake spread his own arms and then ran so that it felt like flying on his back.

“Sure, we can do that. But now you have to sleep, okay?”

She nodded and turned onto her other side. Jake turned back onto his back and resumed staring at the ceiling. He dreamed about this day five years ago, when a vision in white had stepped through the church doors, holding onto the arm of her father with a vice grip and carrying a nervous smile underneath her vail. He’d shed quite a few tears when he’d laid eyes on her for the first time. Luckily, Javy was there to hand him his pocket tissue and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. When her and her dad stepped up to him, he’d taken her slightly trembling hand in his and felt his heart beat a little slower. It has always been like that with her. Whenever she was with him, his heart had found a calming rhythm. And when he’d looked into her eyes, eve through the vail, he could see their shared determination to go through life together.

“I promise I’m fighting, baby”, he whispered, putting his right hand over his heart, where he hid his wedding band underneath his clothes.

With this whispered promise and the longing thoughts about home he finally fell asleep.

*-*

Despite agreeing on how they would proceed in the near future, there was a weird tension simmering between Natasha and Jake for the rest of the day. They went straight home after their little incident in the parking lot, not talking much during the car ride. At home, Natasha started to work on correcting some assignments and preparing her lessons of the following day. Jake made her some coffee before leaving the house again for a run around the neighborhood.

While running past all these familiar houses, his thoughts wandered around, as well as back to his time in Afghanistan. He tried to block out the ugly pictures and memories, but that never worked 100%. The worst ones always made an appearance whenever he was reminded of the past five years, and he wondered if that will ever change. Probably not until he finally talked about it, but Jake was a stubborn man. He didn’t really know how and when to ask for help, always thought he could work through his problems by himself. But he’s never been through anything like this before, not even when things with Caroline went south. This is new terrain for him too, he’ll first have to navigate it before he can know when it’s time to ask for help, right? Help – something he somehow has gotten a lot and not much in the last five years. He got it from an unexpected side, and he didn’t get it from the expected side, which seemed like a funny paradox to him. But that’s usually the thing with help – it often comes from someone you wouldn’t necessarily expect it, often at the times you least expect it. For Jake, that has certainly been the case. The crucial point, however, is to accept said help – and to see that accepting it isn’t admitting a weakness in the first place. It’s rather a sign of maturity and greatness of character. Which are two attributes that Jake would like to be able to claim as his own. In earnest he would never do it just like that, which says a lot about his (true) character.

When he passed the Wilson’s house (an elder couple who they’ve known ever since they moved into their own home), he circled his thoughts back to the “game-plan” he’d been trying to piece together ever since he’d boarded his flight from Frankfurt to Atlanta. On his whole journey back, his mind had played ping pong; springing back and forth between being nervous about his return home and making a game-plan on how to deal with his experiences during the first few days/weeks. Ultimately, when the plane had touched down in San Diego, he was no further along than when he boarded in Frankfurt. There was no game plan. He just knew that he didn’t want to come home and immediately drop all his problems in Nat’s lap. He’d enjoy being home first before revealing what’s plaguing his dreams at night ever since those pictures had burned themselves into his brain.

She’ll get to know once we’re settled in, he remembered himself, before picking up the pace to finish his run off with a little sprint.

*-*

After he’d showered and came back downstairs to get himself a coffee, he found his wife on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

“Another one for you too, Nat?”, he asked her over his shoulder, while pouring coffee beans into the machine.

“No, I’m good, thank you.”

“Okay.”

The machine started working, which sounded louder to him than ever before. Probably because the whole house was oddly quiet without Lynn’s energy in it. If he focused too long on how quiet it was, he felt a strange pressure in his chest. For a brief moment he wondered whether that had something to do with the fact that he hadn’t experienced much quietness like this in the past five years, but he quickly shoved that aside. He’d been lost in the thoughts and memories of that time too often today. Jake watched how the hot liquid slowly poured into the cup. Even the most normal things still filled him with wonder these days. Before this weekend it’s been so long since he last had a coffee, that each one he drank now somehow felt special.

“Jake?”

Her soft voice almost made him jump out of his skin. He took his cup and slowly turned around, facing her. She’d pulled her legs up, bracing herself with her left arm on the back of the couch, her face neutral.

“Yeah?”

“Can we talk?”

Oh, oh, that’s never good, he thought, gripping the cup just a tiny bit tighter.

“Sure”, he answered reluctantly, walking over to her, and taking a seat next to her.

She studied him, biting her lip as if she was debating on how to continue. Every nerve in his body fired up with nervousness, and he tried to brace himself for whatever was to come.

“My mom texted me. She wants to call to ask how I am because I kinda went MIA over the weekend.”

He released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. This was a far less awful subject to talk about than he’d expected. Nonetheless, he only managed to nod. Which seemed to be the wrong answer because Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”, Jake asked, irritated, and a little offended too.

Unfortunately for him, he was that kind of person who did the talking first before thinking about what he should say. Jake wasn’t known for being patient, but he was well known for his impulsiveness and for being emotional. Which served both as his greatest strength and weakness when it came to his job and personal life. Following his intuition had saved him and his wingmen many times over the past decade he’d spent flying missions and deployments. But it also made him available for provocation and pushed him into making mistakes. And that was only the job-part. In his personal life, his intuition had gifted him his family. Following his heart and instincts had made the most incredible woman he knew marry him. He got to be the father of the most amazing daughter he could’ve ever asked for. But it also caused quite a number of confrontations with his wife. Just like this one now.

She looked at him, furrowing her brows.

“I want you to provide some helpful input on how I’m supposed to talk to my mother who still thinks you’re dead while you’re in the same room with me.”

She said it calmly but with a strange tone of subtle anger and irritation in her voice. Jake pressed his lips together and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know–“

“You don’t get to say you don’t know!”, she huffed, her frustration mounting with every passing second.

He himself wasn’t doing any better.

“I really don’t know what I should say instead! This is… fuck, this is so fucked up! Ah… I just… no, forget it.”

“What?”

“No, it’s stupid. Forget it.”

“Spit it out, come on”, she demanded, her face as hard as for that brief moment in the parking lot after lunch.

“I should’ve really died over there, then you wouldn’t have to deal with this!”

Again, talking before thinking. He cursed himself inwardly, but the words were out. He could never take them back. Jake saw the moment the bomb he’s dropped exploded in her face. Natasha’s face turned white like the living room wall, and all her frustration disappeared from her features. There was just shock. Like on Saturday noon, when she’d seen him standing at the door.

“What?”, she whispered.

“I’m sorry. I told you it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He placed his mug on the coffee table and covered his face with his hands. For a minute that felt like an eternity, no one moved. Then, he felt her take his hands away from his face and push him back against the couch. She climbed into his lap and looped her arms around his neck, burying his face in hers by the back of his head. He cautiously wrapped his arms around her back, and felt their hearts beat against each other.

“I do not ever want to hear those words coming out of your mouth again, do you hear me?”, she stated as confidently as possible.

He nodded and was about to pull back, but she kept him right where he was.

“I love you. And I will give anything I have if it means that you’ll stay here with me. With us. That has always been true, and it will never not be true. Do you understand?”

He sighed against her skin, pulling her even closer. For quite some time, they basked in the silence together, just holding each other.

After, Natasha slowly pulled back and cupped his cheeks, smiling tight-lipped at him.

“Better?”

“So much.”

“Good”, she nodded, her eyes flicking back and forth, “but we still need to decide what we’re gonna do about my mom. And about your parents, my brothers, the friends that haven’t been here on Saturday–“

“Yes, I know”, he interrupted her, tenderly stroking her cheek.

“So? What are we gonna do?”, she asked with a sigh.

“Can we call my parents first? Then yours?”

She nodded, before kissing him softer than ever before. He pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes to steal yet another precious moment with the love of his life before they would drop quite a bomb on their families.

*-*

To say the phone calls were emotional was an understatement. Nancy immediately broke down in tears when she heard her son’s voice. Even Jeff had sobbed audibly next to her, not quite believing that they hadn’t lost their second child as well. The Seresin’s promised to be on the next plane from Austin to San Diego. Natasha and Jake had both shed some tears as well but smiling happily at each other. Jake knew this was the chance to start anew with his parents. To get over the old stories and write some new ones together.

The call with Natasha’s parents had been just as emotional as the one with his parents.

“Valeria Trace?”

“Hi mom, it’s me.”

Natasha’s voice was still a little thick from before, and her mother noticed immediately, despite her best attempts to mask it.

“What’s wrong, mija? You sound like you were crying. What happened?”

“Mom, I have to tell you something. Is dad around?”

“He’s… just a second… Harry! Come here! Your daughter is on the phone.”

They heard footsteps in the background and the grumbling voice of Harry Trace.

“What?”

“Natasha’s on the phone and she wants to tell us something. Go on, mija.”

“Something happened… something very good and that’s why I haven’t called all weekend long. I’ve been a bit preoccupied… ehm – well, it’s…”

“You’re killing us, darling, just spit it out”, Harry said, already losing his patience.

Natasha looked at Jake and he nodded.

“I’m just gonna say it – Jake came home Saturday noon.”

She immediately had to bow her head as tears sprang to her eyes yet again. Jake squeezed her hand that he hadn’t let go off ever since he’d taken it into his during the call with his parents.

“Hey guys”, he greeted his parents-in-law as confidently as possible, but he felt that his feelings would overwhelm him in just a few seconds again.

“Are you kidding us, Natasha?”, Valeria asked flatly, “Do you think this is a funny joke?”

“I’m not kidding, mom! He’s here”, Natasha countered, a slightly confused expression overtaking her face.

Her mom was good with voices, she’d often recognize people just by hearing their voice. And her mom knew perfectly well that Natasha never made a joke when it came to Jake and his death/disappearance.

“No, you’re fooling us! Stop it immediately!”

“Hey, Valeria, it’s me”, Jake jumped in, trying to somehow save this situation from going south, “I promise, it’s me! I know you all thought I was dead, but–“

“No! No, this is a scam! My son-in-law died five years ago during a mission in Afghanistan! Whoever you are, stop desecrating his memory immediately!”

“Valeria, my love, calm down”, Harry tried to reason, “I think it’s really him. Our Tasha would never do that, you should know her well enough to know that.”

But Valeria dropped the phone onto the couch and jumped up, running away into the kitchen, swearing and crying in Spanish how this was an absolute nightmare and that she wanted to wake up immediately.

“Dad?”, Natasha asked carefully.

“Yes, I’m here. But your mother is not taking this well, so please tell me that this isn’t a joke. Jake, is it really you?”

“I promise it’s me, Harry. I know you all believed that I died, but I survived. No one knew, not even the Navy. It’s a really long story and I don’t wanna talk about it on the phone, but I promise you by the honor of my sister that it’s me.”

“I believe you”, Harry stated, some emotion creeping into his voice, “but I won’t truly believe it until I see it with my own eyes. I… Valeria! Valeria, mi amor, come back! It’s our son-in-law, I promise! Come here and talk to him!”

“No! It’s just an audio of him! He’s dead! No one can come back from the dead!”

“Mama, por favor!”, Natasha cried.

“No! I… wait. I will believe it, if he tells me something only him and I know! Ha! Then I’ll believe it’s him!”

She came back to the phone and took it out of her husband’s hands.

“You have one chance. Something only you and I know. Go.”

Jake thought for a short moment, before leaning closer to the phone.

“On our wedding day, you came into my room when I got dressed. You helped me attach the corsage to the jacket and I promised you something. I promised that I would always choose Natasha and our family over everything else. And that I’d rather pursue any possible opportunity to save our marriage than giving up on it.”

There was a moment of absolute silence. Natasha, Jake and Harry held their breaths.

“No puedo creer… my son-in-law is with us again”, Valeria whispered, and everyone released the air from their lungs.

*-*

When they picked Lynn up from kindergarten in the late afternoon, they’d shed more tears than they thought they were capable of. The day ended with a family dinner where they announced to their daughter that they’d get quite some visits in the near future. And despite the emotional highs and lows of that day, they fell asleep in each other’s arms with a smile on their faces.

#5 years #hannix au #hannix #hangman x phoenix #top gun: maverick #fanfiction #writing

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Kiwi Part I

A/N: Hii!! Okay so I think I’ll actually be doing this as a series, the series is called Did We Do It and within the series there are parts but I’ll naming each one of them not sure if that makes sense😂 also I’ve never been to Italy so I’m not sure if this restaurant actually exists but we’ll pretend it does but anyways I hope you like it again it’s my first time writing so please any feedback would be great. Much love❤️

Harry Styles x Reader

Harry was the one to confess his feelings first. He didn’t care that she was 22 years old and he was a year younger. He loved her and she loved him. They’ve known each other since she was 17 years old and he was 16 years old. They dated for 3 years until Harry was able to pop the question. During the 3 years, they dated there were so many things going on that were planned, a busy schedule, tour, album releases, and some things that weren’t planned. She’s always been there no questions asked, confirming her love and support towards him.

2017 was when Harry first released his first album HS1, he was 23 and Y/N was 24 after the release, the tour started however no matter how busy Harry was he always found time for her, taking her around to visit the cities they were in, or even going on dates where they would have to enter through the back doors and he would have to rent out the place to have their privacy.

The best memory Y/N remembered was in September of 2018 when they were in Italy after the tour. It was fashion week in Italy and Harry and Y/N were there because he was invited to some of them and as a plus one he had decided to take you with him. After they had gone to the Fendi fashion show, Harry had rented out his favorite restaurant in Milan Seta. It was also your one-year anniversary. You had honestly thought Harry would forget because throughout the whole week he didn’t even mention anything to you about it.

When you saw he had pulled up to the restaurant you had turned to Harry looking puzzled. He was wearing gray dressy pants, sheer like black button down with the first couple of buttons opened, a long black coat matched with white loafers, and his hair out wild curls flying everywhere. You had your hair waved just a bit with very little to no makeup. Wearing a black dress that ends just by your mid-thigh, sleeves sheer with the top being a corset matching it with gold accessories and you had switched from your heels to white Alexander McQueen sneakers.

“Okay lovie put this on” he had opened the glove compartment pulling out a blindfold

“What’s this for H” she asked, taking it from his hand and putting it around her eyes.

“You’ll see once we get in,” he said, opening the driver's car door and going around to open the car for you grabbing your hand ��watch your step, love” he warned you getting out of the car.

As you were walking hand in hand, hearing crickets in the background you heard a door open walking in some more you finally stopped walking Harry walked behind you pulling the blindfold off your eyes. The first thing you had seen was a table with a white cloth set for two. Room is lightly lit with candles all around with the smell of floral going around the room.

“Harry-“ you started trying to get the right words in. You had really thought he had forgotten about your anniversary.

“You’d really think I’d forget love, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Come on I know you're hungry they’ve got the best pasta” taking her hand and leading her to the table.

Looking up straight at his eyes “I love you.”

“And I love you, Happy Anniversary” kissing her on the cheek and giving her a peak as well. And so their night had just begun from there.

A month and a half after they had come back from their trip Y/N wasn’t feeling well, she had been waking up with nausea, and a slight headache. She had thought it was due to her almost getting her period so she forgot about it and let it slip her mind.

A week and a half later she had woken up in their LA home, their room still dark, she felt a little uneasy in her stomach before she can think. She felt coming up her throat almost not making it to the bathroom, quickly bending down on her knees and emptying out everything she had for dinner before she went to bed. She had felt someone hold up her hair heaving over again this time she felt circle motions trying to comfort her, she saw from the corner of her eye it was no one other than Harry. After she was completely done she went limp against their bathtub. Harry had scooped her up on her lap telling her sweet nothings into her ear, “I’ve got you” “it’s okay, love” kissing her temple he saw her eyes slowly drooping so he carried her back to bed putting her under the covers. Harry got under the covers as well getting close to her and wrapping his arms around her and they fell back asleep within seconds.

She woke up the next morning feeling Harry's arms around her. She reached out for her phone by the side of her bed, seeing that it was 9:07 AM. She had a funny taste in her mouth suddenly all the memories came flooding back in about what had happened last night. Her throwing up, Harry was by her side soothing her and comforting her. She had turned to face her boyfriend, taking in all his beauty. His long lashes rested on the top of his cheeks, heart-shaped lips opened partially, long hair wild with the curls being everywhere covering his eye just a little. She slowly started moving the hair out of the way when she saw a smile forming on those heart-shaped lips.

“Good morning, darling” slowly he opened his eyes looking straight at his girlfriend and smiling at her lovingly.

“Good morning, lovie” she replied back leaning into him kissing his cheek, and resting her head on his chest.

“How are you feeling? Do you still feel sick?” he asked while slowly stroking through her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“Little queasy, honestly. Also, need to brush my teeth” she told him looking up at him

“We’ll go in a minute, let's cuddle for a little more.” leaning in closer, if that was even possible, letting their chests squeeze in together, hissing from that as she felt pain on her boobs.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly, she nodded her head, leaning back to the position they were in.

She had started going through her thoughts, she had sensitive boobs, nausea, throwing up, and she did have a slight headache sometimes. She thought it was her period but then she doesn’t remember when the last time she got it was. She‘s the type of person that writes down from when to when she gets her period, even has an app, Clue. She grabbed her phone looking for the app, the last time she had gotten her period was almost 2 and half months ago. There’s something wrong with her, her mind went through so many scenarios we’re going through her mind but one thing she couldn’t shake out was her being pregnant. What if she is pregnant?

“What time do we have to be at the studio?” She asked with her eyes closed. Harry was finally starting to write for his second album.

“Probably 11 you want to make breakfast or pick up on the way” in his morning voice.

“Hmmm, honestly I’m tired to get up but I want homemade blueberry pancakes with Nutella.” She moaned at the craving.

“I’ve got you, love. Maple syrup? Coffee or tea? Eggs or hashbrowns?” Detangling himself from her, pushing off the covers giving her a peak on her bow-shaped lips.

“Yes, tea and hashbrowns, please and thank you” mumbling into his lips.

While Harry was downstairs whipping, whisking, frying, and cutting everything from the flour, eggs, baking powder, salt, sugar, milk, butter, blueberries, hash browns, Fruits, and putting on the tea kettle Y/N decided to go take a quick shower. When Y/N comes out of the shower she takes her towel and wraps it body after wrapping it around herself she bent down, opened her cabinet under her sink finally found what she was looking for.

A pregnancy test.

‘Okay, so I just pee on the stick and wait a few minutes one is negative two is positive’ thinking in her head.

After taking not one but three tests her alarm finally went off letting her know that her wait time was over. She let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in, she was feeling so many emotions she was anxious, nervous, maybe a little excited but most of all scared. She didn’t know if Harry would want a baby now, he had just released his album, he’s going on tour, and yes he adores kids he’s known to love kids but you both never discussed when and if you both wanted to start a family.

Flipping all three tests over she saw a total of 6 lines, all she can do is look down and the three shaking tests that she holds. She’s pregnant. She’s carrying a baby. She’s growing a real human inside her. When does she tell Harry? Should she even tell Harry most importantly how? Her mind was going in circles until she heard a knocking on the other side of the bathroom door.

“Darling are you in there? Breakfast is ready.” Harry asked a little hesitant.

“Y-yes I’ll be right out I was just taking a shower.” whipping the tear that had rolled to the corner of her lip, she didn’t even realize she was crying the pregnancy tests in her hand. She heard Harry’s feet pitter-patter on the floor. She took the tests in her head putting them under her towel.

She had put her tests in the nightstand drawer by her bedside. When she had finally finished getting dressed with shaky hands and headed downstairs.

“Smells great H, thank you,” she said grabbing her plate and adding the pancakes, syrup, some fruits, and hash browns as well.

Stuffing her face with the pancakes “ ‘s so good H ‘ank you” she pointed to her plate of food with the fork.

“Hmm” Harry hummed back nodding his head and digging into his eggs.

After breakfast, Harry went up to get ready. As he was getting ready Y/N was thinking about the news.

Should she tell him it’ll ruin his career, how should I tell him if I do?

“Babe you coming with?” Harry interrupted her thought coming down the stairs wearing Nike shorts with a matching hoodie, a cap with sunglasses, and sneakers.

“Yeah, but can I steal your glasses I don’t have makeup on.” she asked with a pout giving her the glasses and mumbling under his breath something between the line of “don’t need makeup” and they both headed out for their day.

“Love I can’t find my sunglasses and journal have you seen them” Harry yelled from upstairs, looking everywhere in your room.

It had been two weeks since Y/N knew she was pregnant and she still didn’t figure out a way to tell Harry. Harry had another studio session today to continue writing for his second album but Y/N wasn’t going, she had wanted to catch up on some work emails.

“No, I didn’t see them” yelling back not aware of her surroundings.

Meanwhile, in their room Harry had looked everywhere he can but one place he didn’t look was Y/N’s nightstand on side of her bed. They don’t through each other's nightstand it’s where they keep personal things, however, Harry had remembered he handed Y/N his journal to read one of his songs before going to sleep, she must’ve put it in there. He would usually ask her permission or she would do it herself but he was running late already. He had walked over to her nightstand, opening the drawer he saw his brown journal inside. Smiling to himself he had picked it up as he was closing the draw he couldn’t help but see the three tests that were under his journal. With frowned brows He had collected the test forgetting about his journal looking at them, they all had two lines. He had let out a shaky breath as he went down the stairs his mind was racing. Looking for her he finally found her at the kitchen table in front of her computer screen. She was wearing one of his shirts, a messy bun, and had one leg up on the chair almost like hugging herself. “Lovie” he called out for her quietly. His only response from her was a hum not even bothering to look up at him. “Y/N,” he said more sternly this time.

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