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wpdarlingpan · 9 months

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The Wish

I saw someone else write about Barbie going Yandere for the person playing with them so I wanted to do this… What if Barbie and Ken were played with by the same person?

Yandere Barbie x Innocent/willing Reader x Yandere Ken

Warnings: Low Self-Esteem, Loneliness, Manipulative behavior, talk of the movie

-Barbie and Ken made their way into the real world to look for the person playing with them. They had begun to notice sadness feeling them and the urge to cry even when they didn’t know what they were crying about.

-Now instead of Gloria playing with Barbie, They were looking for a young woman. They both had saw glimpses of your life. Every part that made you feel as if you were alone.

-You were never one that anyone was into. You watched all the happy couples around you, comforting each other, helping each other, and loving one another.

-You couldn’t help but be sad. After all you only had a few acquaintances if you could even refer to them as such. You were to shy to talk to anyone really.

-One day you had decided to take your Barbie and Ken off the shelf and just hold them. Hoping they would bring some comfort. The doll form did nothing but fuel your sadness.

-Barbie and Ken would find you at your house. You didn’t really get out much so that was their best option. They also didn’t want to freak anybody out like she did with Sasha.

-Of course they saw glimpses of you but when you opened your door it was as if their plastic hearts (if they even had one) begun to beat and their once sad feelings dissolved into a deep love.

-Seeing two beautiful people at your door wasn’t a sight you see everyday. You hid slightly behind the door quietly questioning what they were doing at your house of all places.

-They introduced themselves and or course you were skeptical. Barbie? Ken? That’s crazy. Not that you were calling them crazy but the whole situation.

-They slightly pushed their way inside, making you question if you had asked them to come in based on the way you didn’t protest.

-Barbie and Ken looked around the house in awe. This is where their ‘human’ lived… well at least for now. They were taking notice of any aspect that may be needed for their now decided little trip to Barbieland.

-Ken was beginning to understand the dynamics of the real world and how it treated women. He didn’t want you to go through that. After all, you were someone who cared enough to get a Ken doll. He instantly fell in love.

-Barbie was the same. She didn’t like how she felt when she visited the real world the first time. The constant anxiety (as she learned it was called) and the worry for her safety. She hated it. She couldn’t imagine how you felt, the constant struggle.

-You actually ended up believing them in a naive, innocent trust. You wanted to believe them so you did. It ended up working out for you after all they were the real Barbie and Ken.

-They even gifted you roller skates. After you had agreed to temporarily visit, Barbie went upstairs and packed anything she deemed sentimental and left the rest. You didn’t even notice; distracted by the blush on your face as Ken flirted with you. Complimenting your beauty and the shine in your eyes while he threw in questions about your daring life and family.

-Then you were off. Luckily you didn’t live too far from Venice beach. You were in awe the entire time. Happiness flooded your veins every time they would compliment you or touch you.

-Once in Barbieland they drove you to her dreamhouse. The idea of the open walls and non existent food or liquids was a hard idea to get behind but being here with your two new ‘friends’ made it al the easier.

-They took you to the beach after you had a tour of the dreamhouse. It was interesting to see the waves as if they were frozen in place.

-There was quite a few Ken and Barbies on the beach. They were chilling in beach chairs, playing volleyball, or even just running towards the water.

-Barbie and Ken didn’t know how jealous they would be the second one of the others looked your way.

-They had begun to feel possessive over you. You were their human. Not the others. You belonged to them and them to you.

-Barbie and Ken got you some ice cream and decided it would be best to leave so they didn’t keep glaring at the people they would call friends or even family.

-You guys even watched a movie together, at some point during the movie you had fallen asleep, you legs on Barbie and your head cuddled into Kens abs.

-They had a talk after making sure you were asleep. Now that they knew you, they couldn’t live a day without you. They would consider going back to your world and staying but time there was so fickle compared to Barbieland. They didn’t want to settle for anything less than eternity with you.

-They woke you up in order to go get changed, very regretfully, but they didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your clothes or if they changed you, even if they wouldn’t see anything with the way the closet works.

-Barbie talked about how she only had the one bed but it was definitely big enough for you three to share.

-You had started to decline, saying you were fine sleeping on the couch, after all you were only there for the night.

-They two of them quickly denied it and shut down every time you tried to bring it up. It only ended with the three of you in the bed. You between the two blondes.

-Why me? You would ask them as you laid in the comfortable heart shaped bed, one of their arms in your hair, lightly playing with it and the other persons wrapped around your stomach. You never felt so safe.

-“Why not you?” They would tell you all these things. How you were beautiful from the inside out. How they felt when you smiled at them or held their hand when you got nervous. How you looked to them for guidance as they led you through this whole new world.

-To them, you were everything. You were their reason for life. Quickly they became yours. Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome, or it was the fact they showed you the love you wished for. Even if you didn’t imagine it with three of you in Barbieland.

-If you ever mentioning visiting your house in the real world, they will immediately deter you from the thought. They would convince you all you needed was right there.

-They decided to avoid Kens and Barbies has much as possible. Sometimes every Allan. They wouldn’t you to depend on them they were your friends and family all in one. They would make sure the others would forever be acquaintances.

-If one even looked at you or complimented you, you were immediately hidden behind one of them, out of sight as the other fake laughed and distracted them.

-It was perfect and you were perfect for them. After all, it’s your wish.

#barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie x reader #greta gerwig #ken #margot robbie #ryan gosling #ken x reader #Barbie x reader x ken

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iamatinydinosaur · 4 months

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🪷Floyd🪷

Who Fell First.

You fell for the pink haired troll first. Once he was captured and you two met, you instantly became friends. You found out you had a lot in common. It was probably after JD tried to rescue him and of course you because he didn't know there was another troll captured when he got the non "suspicious" (clears throat) note. After that he told you all about his brothers and the fight that happened, causing all of them to part ways.

Hearing these stories and seeing how he acted when telling said stories, made you realize it's more than him being the "sensitive" one. He truly loved his brothers. It made your heart swell. The admiration for the second youngest brother soon turned to desire and then to feelings.

After all those weeks together you got to see all different side of him, that probably nobody had seen before. You saw his fun side, his sarcastic side, his playfulness and most importantly the only side that probably only his brothers saw. The side where cares for someone with all his heart. This was because Velvet put you two in one diamond prison when you two were asleep. So they could have more room for the rest of Brozone.

It really scared you as you didn't know what was gonna happen.

Who Fell Harder

It wasn't until the final battle when Floyd realized his feelings for you. During the whole battle he protected you, since you two were being thrown around so much. He made sure he took the full force of the blows from being thrown around. The perfect family harmony worked but the only problem was that both of you went see through. Everything looked horrible. It wasn't until Branch said about the hideout that Floyd started to wake up. Everything was starting to look better once he got his color back. He was reunited with his brothers. Velvet and Vaneer were in custody. Floyd wanted to introduce his brothers to his new friend. Wait. Where is his new friend? Floyd turned around and saw you still hadn't woken up and hadn't got your color back.

He scrambled over, not being to stand yet as his legs were still weak. "Y/N please wake up." Floyd cried out gently shaking you. His brothers and Poppy and her sister gathered around the two trolls, trying to help anyway the could.

You were out for weeks after the incident. Floyd refused to give up on you. This is when he realized how much he loved you. He missed your voice, your smile, your laugh and most importantly he just missed you. He would come visit you everyday, changing the bed sheets, the flowers he left and would sing to you.

He would wait until the end of time just to hear your voice again.

A/N: eehhhh, here's the Floyd one. I wanted to go in the order I've been doing it but I was so excited to write what I thought of!!! Enjoy my lovelies!!!

@pendephoebe

#floyd trolls x reader #brozone #trolls band together #perfect family harmony

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sarawritestories · 1 month

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Remember Me

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: Reader's Grandmother's memory is deteriorating. When Gram has an aggressive episode, Reader falls apart at the realization she is losing her best friend. She misses family dinner and Cassian feels the devastation through the bond checks on her.

Content Warning: Memory loss of a loved one, Death of a loved one, crying.

A/N: I've been thinking about my favorite Angel lately and apparently I needed to get some feelings out. Some of these are based off real memories though its mostly fiction but the love for my gram is real! I cried a lot while writing this, so please be kind.

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“What are you doing here?” My Gram sneered. I stood frozen mouth agape, Madja warned me things had begun deteriorating quickly. I just hadn’t realized that it was impacting her personality. Her voice brook me from my thoughts, “Well, what do you want? Why are you here?” I took a sharp breath for the first time in my entire life my gentle loving grandmother held ire in her eyes, and they were glaring down at me. It wasn’t always that way.

“I win!” A younger me howled as I cleared my hand of card. My grandmother smiled and snapped her fingers in mock disappointment.

She opened up her arms and I ran right into them, her scent of cookies we made earlier and clean soap filled my nose. Home. She was my home, “Good job, my lil’ Princess.” She kissed my cheek with her pink lipstick smudging my cheek.

I grinned widely, “Can we play again?”

Gram let me go and started reaching for the Cards, “Let’s play.”

My chest felt tight, and I doubled checked to make sure that the bond was shielded on my end, not wanting to worry your mate. Her face held nothing but rage and fear of a stranger in her room. It was like a whole different person. Shaking the surprise of her behavior I took a breath, and reached out to her, “Gram.”

She swatted my hand her she yelled, “Don’t touch me, where’s my granddaughter? What have you done with her?!” I froze and blinked and blinked once more. “Healer! Healer!” She looked back at me and the broken sound of her scream, “Get out! GET. OUT.”

I bolted out the door and ran into Madja who was rushing in as I was speeding out. She gripped my arms, “Are you alright?” the healer’s brows knitted together in concern. Not trusting myself to speak I shook my head. “Her condition is worsening. There is nothing I can do. She’s fading fast I fear she may only have a few more weeks with us.”

I stepped out of her grip as the news sunk in. I dodged her attempt at an embrace and sprinted home. My legs wanted to give out, but I pushed forward and was trying to keep myself together. I ran through the door, and once I was in the confines of my home, I slid down the front door and fell apart. Tucking my legs to my chest I buried my face into my knees as sobs racked through me. Memories of my childhood, flooding to surface.

Laughter filled the room as Gram, and I were baking cookies and dancing in her kitchen. As she spun me around, we heard the door slam open. Male voices filled the room and Gram gave me a knowing smile, as excitement bubbled over as Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand barged through the kitchen. I had met Rhys in school, and he introduced me to his brothers when they would come to visit Velaris the four of us becoming fast friends and Gram had instantly welcomed them in her home and required them to visit before they went back to the Illyrian camps whether I was here or not.

The moment I saw Cassian’s shaggy hair I leapt into his arms. Quick to hold me, he gripped onto me in a bone crushing hug his wings tucked in, He turned to face Rhys and Azriel. “See, Princess, here knows how to say hello.” He kissed my check and gave me a full grin, “Hello, Princess.” I rolled my eyes as he put me down. He heard Gram call me that once and had not stopped calling me that. There was a point where it stopped bothering me and I began to enjoy it.

“Stop flirting with my grandchild and give your gram a hug,” Cassian put me down and gave her a hug, kissing the top of her head as I hugged Rhys and Az. Gram laughed, “I swear every time you three come home you get bigger.”

Rhys and Az both walked over and hugged her as one of Az’s shadows sneaked him some cookie dough. Gram playfully swats at him, “The fresh ones are on the cooling rack.”

The boys all lunged for the cookies. When I elbowed them for one of my own, I frowned as they cleared the way and found they took them all. I sighed crossing my arms as two muscular hands caged me close to his chest delicious cookies in my line of sight. “Help me out, Princess.”

I smiled and grabbed both treats from his hands. He casually snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, “One day, when we are exchanging Gram’s cookies to accept the mating bond.”

I leaned my head on his chest taking a bite of the baked good, “Bold of you to assume we will be mated one day.”

He kissed the pointed part of my ear, “I’m not assuming smart ass. I’m just hopeful.”

There was a lot of laughter that caused my gaze to drift to the table where Gram was smirking behind the cards she was holding in her hand as Azriel’s shadows passed out the cards. I placed my hand over his, “Me too.”

~Later that day~

The house was almost quiet, the not so soft sounds of the three Illyrian’s snoring. I walked into the dining room where Gram patted the seat next to her. Taking the open seat her hand found mind giving it a comfort squeeze. “Time for girl talk.” I perked up as this was My favorite time of the day where it was just the two of us talking about all topics. She leaned over and watched the three soon to be warriors snoozing in her living room. “They are good males, Y/N. Promise me that you four will take care of each other when the time comes for me to see your grandfather again.”

My brow furrowed, “Of course. Though that won’t be until centuries, right?” Gram patted my hand.

“Yes, Princess, though I do miss your grandfather very much. I long to be in his arms again. Hopefully one day the mating bond will snap between you and a certain Illyrian when you are old and gray you will understand where I’m coming from.

I took a glance over at the sleeping long haired mail. His face so peaceful in his sleep. The stress of the world is no longer at the forefront of his brain. “Gram, do you think we could be mates?”

Gram grinned, “I do, it will snap in the right time.”

“I hope you’re there for the mating ceremony if it does.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.

She laid her head on top of mine, her curls grazing my forehead. “Me too, Princess. Me too.”

I had no memories of moving from leaning on the door to lying down on the floor. I felt like I was drowning in my tears and was swept in the undertow. I heard a soft-landing upstairs and the boom of a male voice, “Princess!” He ran down the stairs, “Princess, where are- “He abruptly stop and then his hazel eyes meet mine, “Baby. What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He scanned me for injuries, and he cupped my face wiping my tears.

“Cass.” I hiccupped and he picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch in our living room. “Why are you here?”

He snorted, “Leave it to my mate to ask me why I am in my own home.” He sat down and held me on his lap, my head laid on his shoulder and I could feel concern down the bond. “You put your shield down on the bond and I felt your overwhelming sadness. Then Madja told Rhys you visited Gram.” A fresh wave of tears started, and Cassian ran his fingers through my hair. “She wouldn’t tell him details but I could put it together.

“She’s dying Madja, said she only has months. Today she didn’t recognize me, “I whispered as Cass pulled me closer to him and pressed his lips to my forehead. “She asked what I did with her granddaughter. I’ve never seen such anger in her eyes.” I began to sob again and buried my face in Cassian’s neck.

Cassian rubbed my back and made sure to cocoon me in his wings, whispering soothing words in my ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What can I do? Should I get Rhys and Az?” I shook my head.

“Just hold me. Please.” I clung closer to him gripping his leather tight and his free hand wrapped around mine.

“Of course, Princess.” Cassian kept rubbing against my skin and humming a little tune that lulled me to a dreamless slumber.

Cassian and I finally reached Gram’s table after the mating ceremony, she gave me a smile and kissed my cheek and Cassian kissed the top of her head. “You look lovely dear.” Gram patted my head confusion sparked in the elder fae female’s eyes. “What’s the occasion?”

I tilted my head, “Gram, we talked about this yesterday. My mating ceremony today.” I exchanged a worried glance to Cassian to find his face mirrored mine, his hand gripping mine a little more tight than normal.

Gram’s face lit up, “Oh how wonderful, I knew you would find your mate, who is the lucky fella.” She asked and her question was genuine and true.

Cassian bent down and gripped Gram’s hand, “It’s me Gram, Cassian. You’re favorite Illyrian.” He smiled.

She patted his cheek, “Well you’re so handsome, are you going to take care of my pretty princess,” clearly the memory of him asking for her blessing gone.

Cassian kissed her hand, “Yes and I will make sure she is well cared for ma’am.” It took everything in me not to burst into tears. I felt Az and Rhys behind me, and Cass must have too, “Rhys and Az will too. We made you promise to be there for each other. We’re going to keep it.”

Gram nodded her head in approval and saw the two handsome males behind me. “Oh hello, aren’t you two handsome fellas too.”

Rhys and Azriel gave a sad smile and instead of dancing the four of us sat around my favorite person and just talked about our lives and our adventures and she started talking about me but like she was a stranger. “My granddaughter, she’ll find a mate one day and I hope her mate loves her like you love yours, Sir.” She spoke to Cassian, and I could see his own heart breaking.

He squeezed my hand under the table, “I’m sure she will and the male or female that does will make her feel like the most important person in the world.” We spent the first night of our mating ceremony holding each other and crying over the interaction.

~A month Later~

We were having brunch with our friends, as I tried not to think of the looming cloud of losing my Gram. Rhys came into the dining room of the river house with a somber look on his face. His gaze met mine, and suddenly the food in my mouth turned to ash. “Madja just reached me. She says its urgent.” Dread pooled in my stomach. “It’s about Gram.”

Cassian’s wing curved around me, I swallowed my food and tried to level my breathing, I felt the cool kiss of Azriel’s shadow around my ankle. “It’s time, isn’t it?” Rhys’ eyes lined silver, and he nodded.

The four of us and Feyre were around her, her breathing was labored, but her eyes for the first time were cleared. Madja had informed me she is lucid and that she most likely had enough fight to say goodbye. She said it was a rare to see in memory loss severe as hers but it can happen. “My, you four have grown up.” Her eyes reach Feyre. “Rhys who is that lovely lady?”

Rhys let a tear fall down his cheek, and held out his hand for Feyre to take, “This is my mate, Gram. This is Feyre.”

Gram weakly raised her hand and Feyre took it. “You keep this boy in line okay, he always tries to get into trouble.”

She smiled and squeezed Rhys’ hand, “I will, Ma’am.”

She pointed to Rhys, “And you, take care of this beautiful female, don’t let her go.” He held her hand for his and he knelt to take it. “You have been an outstanding High Lord. Your momma, would be proud.” Cassian pulled me close as Rhys nodded and kissed her head, whispering in her ear.

Azriel stepped forward next and Gram’s smile brightened, “My shadowsinger.” He gripped his hands, “You are so strong and so brave, but it’s your kindness and your loyalty that sets you apart. And if a partner of yours can’t see that or appreciate you, they are not worth your time.” She cupped his face and he leaned into it kissing her palm, “Also tell those shadows of yours to stay away from my lil’ Princesses, cookie dough.” Azriel laughed through the tears and promised also kissing her forehead.”

Gram’s eyes met mine, then Cassian’s as if she could see the gold bond that tethers our hearts together, “I always knew you two would be together.” She smiled and opened her arms and Cassian released his grip and I ran into her arms. Sobbing into her night gown. “Oh lil’ princess, don’t cry over this old bag of bones. Your grandfather, came to me yesterday, and told me to come home soon.” I sobbed hard and she soothed my hair. “Shhh, Cassian come here.” My general steps forward and she grips his hand. “I am so proud of you. My sweet Cassian. You have grown into a fine male. Take care of her you hear me?”

“Don’t worry Gram, our Princess is well cared for. I’ll make sure it stays like that.”

“Good.” She pulls me away from her shoulder and walks her shoulder, “Remember what I said all those years ago. Take care of your boys. You’re all each other has now.” She coughs and I gripped her hand in mine. “If there is one thing, I’m most proud of in this life. It’s being your grandmother.”

I whimpered and sniffled, “Being your granddaughter is mine.”

“I love you more than the stars in the sky, my lil’ Princess.”

‘I love you too.” I whispered as I held her hand in my mind and watched as she leaned back her breathing labored, as if her conversation with us cost her so much. Cassian gripped my shoulder as we watched as her breathing slowed and it stopped all together. Her hand loosened in mine, and I couldn’t hear her heartbeat anymore, and the scream that erupted from my chest was broken.

Cassian grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, rocking me as his own tears soaked my hair. The room was filled with sniffles and hiccups for what felt like hours and Cassian had held me tightly.

It was Rhys’ voice soft and somber that pulled me away from Cassian’s chest to look at my High Lord, my brother, “Cauldron save you. Mother hold you.”

He walks toward the bed grabbing the blanket, and Az voice joins him, “Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.”

Cassian was the one who joined next as Rhys raised the blanket tenderly over her face, “Fear no evil. Feel no pain.”

I wiped my tears as there was a pause and the three of them looked at me and I felt a light hand intertwined with mine. Feyre looked at me eyes lined with silver understanding in her gaze as she led me to my grandmother and through my tears I finished the prayer, “Go and enter Eternity.”

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian x you #cassian imagine #cassian fanfic #hurt/comfort #i cried while writing this

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months

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Sebastian & Co. - Riddle Rosehearts (Twst) Reader

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I changed it up a bit Anon, and made you Ciel's long lost cousin twice removed and a lord instead of an earl, pre overblot riddle, beheading is literal. But your butler is still Trey and your staff is still the rest of the Heartslabyul cast like we discussed before. Sorry for not posting at an earlier time, my seasonal allergies turned into a very bad cold.

Warnings -> Passing mentions of decapitation

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🐈‍⬛ Sebastian's first impression of you was... not great. When he opened the front door to let you inside, you were in the midst of shouting at your butler about following rules and then you turned to him and said "It's about time!" So you were another cheeky brat like his master, it seems. The demon didn't mind you all that much though, he was used to dealing with children already.

🐈‍⬛ He was a bit shocked that you were Ciel's distant cousin, but then again your soul was just slightly similar to that of his master. While you and his young master conversed about your childhoods, Sebastian listened in from where he stood off to the side. All he could really offer your situation sympathy-wise was a short muttered "Oh."

🐈‍⬛ Upon your arrival you had brought a few members of your staff with you, which Sebastian thought of as strange since you came here to see his young master only. But he figured that you must have wanted to introduce them to your cousin. Or... to give them an example of how to do their jobs properly, from what the demon butler saw, they were just as incompetent as the Phantomhive Manor's own staff. Ugh. Such misfortune.

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian did however meet your own butler who went by the name of Trey Clover. He was quite impressed with his performance considering he was a human. Though later in the visit you had sent Trey to assist him with dessert, something about "Trey go make me a tart.". And dear me did Sebastian find out your butler can make a good ass tart.

🎩 Ciel was quite shocked to find that he had any family left after Madam Red's unfortunate passing. You looked a bit similar to his aunt as well, but you quickly clarified that you were his distant cousin twice removed. The young earl was definitely taken aback at your intense dedication to the rules your mother raised you with. Ciel was even more shocked that you hold your staff to the same rules and behead those who disobey.

🎩 Truth be told he finds you quite childish and audacious, such rules are utterly ridiculous, and he tells you so. Fortunately, you can't bring yourself to behead Ciel and the two of you delve into a long talk about your differing childhoods. He learned of your mother and what she put you through, but he can't help but be envious that you still have your parent, even if they aren't the best. Ciel doesn't tell you that though.

🧹 Poor Meyrin is terrified of you! She was moving a stack of expensive china plates from the storage room to the kitchen and as she walked through the tea room, past you and the young master, she tripped! The plates sailed to the ground and broke on impact. As Meyrin turned to apologize, she was met with a very angry you, shouting about how she should be beheaded for her mistake.

🧹 Thankfully one of your staff, Ace, made up some excuse that calmed you down and helped her up. Meyrin instantly fell in love, he was such a 'kind gentleman'. How he looked in her eyes with that boyish smirk and said, "Let's get outta here.", she couldn't hold herself together and sprinted out of the room in embarrassment.

🧯 Baldroy is peak annoyed with you, he already has the young master, he doesn't need another spoiled child to deal with. He was 'cooking' in the kitchen, right, trying to make something for the esteemed guest. So he did the usual, light a stick of dynamite and toss it in the oven, right? Then the oven exploded and Baldroy could hear your shouting all the way from the game room.

🧯 You ended up sending in one of your staff to check out what happened in the kitchen and that's how he met Deuce. Baldroy thought he was a pretty nice kid even if he too had no idea how to cook without being destructive either. He also found the interest in pots to be weird. "Let's just use a pot!" "Eh!? Steak in a pot?"

🪴 You scare Finny sometimes, yes, but he knows that deep down you're probably really nice. While both you and the young master were sitting in the garden having tea, he accidentally let a hedgehog loose. However, his suspicions were proved right when he noticed that you had picked up the hedgehog and sat it on your lap, petting it as if it were a cat.

🪴 A member of your staff named Cater had literally bumped into him while he was walking past the newly installed rose hedges. He and Finny got along swimmingly as they spoke about their shared interests with one another. He also found that Cater really enjoyed taking photographs in his free time.

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maarrgarr · 11 months

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The Unknown Heir

part four

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

A few days after telling Ieiri about your decision to return, and she practically jumped with happiness, you received a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" you answered, "Y/n-chan?", you recognized that voice instantly, "Yaga-sensei" you said between surprised and nervous, there was a minute of silence until he spoke again, "Goddamn, girl, how long were you planning to disappear, what happened to you, are you okay?!". You felt how a lump formed in your throat and how the tears fell, you took a breath and spoke, "I'm fine, many things happened, so many that I can't explain here" he heard your voice cracking, "It's ok, little one. Ieiri told me that you want to come back and work here, you know you can come back whenever you want. Besides, it wouldn't be bad for this school, to have one of the best come to teach" he said and you felt a great relief, "Sorry, Yaga-sensei, I-" he interrupted you, "It's ok, when you come you will explain everything, ok?".

They arranged that in a month and some more, you would return to the Jujutsu College, you explained to him that first you had to fix some things where you were and he told you to take as much time as you need. You also asked him to keep your return a secret and he agreed.

First, you explained to Ryusei that you were both moving out, you were afraid that such a change would affect him in a bad way, but he took it quite well. Second, you considered selling your house, but then you decided not to, it was a very nice place and it didn't hurt to have a place to visit from time to time. Finally, it was several days of packing up all your things, with a little help from your son.

It was Emma who went to see you off at the airport, you both hugged each other, thanked her for all the help and agreed to keep in touch, Ryu also said goodbye to his dear aunt Emma and told her how much he loved her.

The trip was quite quiet for Ryusei, who only ate, slept and played a little. For you, on the other hand, it passed quite fast, you couldn't sleep much, due to the nerves that gnawed at you. It was Ieiri who greeted you once you landed, when you saw her a few tears formed in your eyes, you almost ran to hug her and she greeted you the same way.

You lifted your son up, and said, "Look Ryu, this is your Aunt Ieiri" his eyes sparkled and he opened his arms for Shoko, to lift him up. Ieiri, for a moment, froze. She knew Ryu was similar to Satoru, but she didn't think so much, seeing him through a screen was not the same as seeing him in person. "My goodness, you're beautiful, Ryu" your friend said as she pinched his cheeks softly. Ryusei was quiet for a moment and then replied, "I know."

After they both laughed at what Ryusei said and you scolded him and told him to say "Thank you very much" instead of "I know", they left for the Jujutsu College.

You were too nervous, so much so that you were almost shaking. Ieiri told you to calm down, and that everything was going to be fine, but you felt the opposite.

Gojo Satoru was calm while watching his students train, when he felt it. He felt that energy that he had not felt for a long time, but he thought that maybe he was wrong, although deep down he knew that he was never wrong.

Everything was still the same, nothing had changed, was the first thing you thought, when you returned to school.

Ieiri had left you since, apparently, a student had broken his nose while training, but before leaving he told you that Yaga-sensei was waiting for you. So you were on your way there, as you didn't want Ryusei to be there alone, so you took him with you, and you had to introduce him to the principal.

You were walking looking around, with Ryu holding your hand and looking at you in amazement at your behavior. You were afraid of meeting Satoru.

You stopped in front of the door and knocked. "Come in," you heard. When you entered, you saw who had been your master sitting, creating his next cursed body, around him were several of his "dolls", but you did not expect what happened next: Ryusei let out a cry of excitement at the sight of so many "toys", and ran towards them, wanting to play. Masamichi Yaga opened his eyes to see his worst nightmare in front of him, another Gojo Satoru in miniature version, touching their cursed bodies.

"Ryusei!" you exclaimed and quickly walked over to your son and picked him up, before any of them could do anything to him. "They are not mere toys, don't go near them!" you told him with a frown, and he quickly nodded as he noticed you were serious. "Y/n, can you explain to me who this child is?" Yaga used a serious tone, one she had very rarely used with you. "He is my son, Mochizuki Ryusei" you replied. "And why is your son identical to Gojo?" he questioned, though he could already imagine the answer. "Because he is also his son."

#gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x you #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satorugojo #satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen satoru #geto suguru #ieri shoko

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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I was wondering if you could write a jj x female reader where he’s dating kiara but then he meets the reader and starts to fall in love with her so he doesn’t know what to do.

omg yes i love this so much. and thank you for sending in a request at all! i’m honoured that you chose me :))

this is my first jj fic too and i’m instantly obsessed like hello??

anywaysss please enjoy!

hard to carry

pairing: jj x kook!reader

wc: 1.3k

JJ never believed in love at first sight. Why would he when it had taken years for him and his girlfriend to finally get together? He had loved her- desperately, and had felt like after years of flirting hopelessly he finally got his shot with Kie and he was head over heels. He was happy. But it wasn’t everything he had dreamed of. They fought nearly constantly these days, and her parents had never gotten over the bitter taste in their mouths they had over him even after they found El Dorado and he could give their daughter the life he assumed they wanted for her. It was draining, but he assumed it was all so worth it.

Your parents had just bought a summer home on Kildare island, and you instantly fell in love with the city. The endless beaches, the expansive golf course and with everyone you’ve met so far this summer. You already looked forward to spending every June, July, and August here for the foreseeable future, and have already considered moving into the house full time to watch it while your parents are back in New York living up the Wallstreet life for the remainder of the year. At eighteen, you’re praying they’ll give you the chance.

In an attempt to prove your independence, you’re spending the day alone, running errands for your mom and dad, visiting some local shops and taking the time to get to know everything better. That’s when JJ first lays his eyes on you.

He’s walking around the busy grocery store with a clunky basket, readjusting his grip over and over again because he’d be caught dead before grabbing a cart when he’s shopping alone. You saw no shame in that, however, resting your hip against the side of the half full cart of groceries while you glance between the list in your hands and the table of produce in front of you.

JJ’s eyes fall on your figure as he’s about to reach for a bag of apples, immediately finding himself doing a double take. The way your hair falls over part of your face as he watches you try to pick out the freshest looking watermelon has his breath hitching in his throat, and he instantly abandons his attempt at fitting the bag of apples into his already almost filled basket, deciding a watermelon looks more refreshing in the North Carolina heat anyways.

“Hey- that’s the one I was gunning for.” JJ finds himself saying, pointing to the watermelon in your hands as you turn to place it in the cart.

“Oh! Gosh, sorry. Here.” You say sheepishly, holding the fruit out to him immediately and JJ feels his heart melt.

“Nah, you can keep it. I was just joking.” JJ chuckles, placing his basket on the floor. “It does look the best though, you’ve got a sharp eye.

“Thanks.” You laugh, resigning to putting the watermelon down in your cart instead. “I think you should take that one, that one is second best.” You joke, pointing to a different one on the table.

JJ nods, pretending to consider it. “Yeah, yeah you’re probably right.” He nods, picking it up and inspecting it. “Are you new in town?” He asks, attempting to be casual about it, but he’s genuinely curious since he knows if he’d ever seen you before, he absolutely would have remembered it.

“Uh, yeah! My parents just bought a house here. Down on the other side of the island.” You explain, your cheeks flushing as you pretend to read over your list again.

“Oh, you’re a kook?” JJ replies, making you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”

Now it was JJ’s turn to blush, his face immediately turning a bright red as he looked at you with wide eyes, long forgetting his ploy at examining the watermelon in his hands. “I- yeah I guess you wouldn’t know what that means. Sorry, just, people who live over there have that nickname. Just means you live on the north side, that’s all.”

Your face relaxes and you giggle. JJ has never heard a laugh so lovely, so sweet that he thinks it could make his jaw hurt if he dwelled on it for too long. “Oh! Okay, neat. I didn’t know that.” You shake your head at your own misunderstanding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s just local slang, kinda.” JJ shrugs, returning your smile and leaning back against the counter, putting the fruit down again. “I’m JJ, by the way. I’m definitely not a kook.”

“Oh, what do they call you then? Assuming you wouldn’t call me a ‘kook’ if you were one yourself.” You ask, tilting your head in his direction.

“Pogues. Pogies, sometimes.” JJ laughs as he explains it, suddenly understanding how silly it must sound to someone who didn’t grow up here.

“Interesting.” You nod a little. “Well, JJ the ‘pogue’, I’m Y/N.”

“Not exactly how you use that, but it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” JJ grins, leaning back on his palms as they press onto the table.

“Sorry.” You laugh awkwardly again, and JJ can’t help it when his stomach flips once more at the sound. He glances down at his still present basket, remembering suddenly who gave him the list of what to buy, and who he was bringing everything home to so they could make pasta together for dinner. Shit.

“You’re all good.” He laughs it off with you, smile fading with the sudden pang of guilt that followed the dread of returning home to Kie. Who he loved. Loves, still, surely.

“Well, I’ve got frozen stuff here, so I better keep moving…” You trail off, looking into the cart you’ve gathered of almost everything on the list. “I probably should have grabbed those last but I wasn’t really thinking I guess.” You ramble on, stepping around the cart and past JJ to push it away.

“I did the same thing, I get it.” JJ admits, reaching down to pick up his basket.

“Hey, uh, I don’t have any friends down here. Mind if I grab your instagram or something?” You ask, suddenly feeling brave as you stop the cart and turn to face the blonde boy that you admittedly find very attractive. Besides, having friends here will definitely implore your parents to let you stay.

“Yeah! Yeah, here.” JJ nods, digging into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulling out his phone to open the rarely used app, handing it over to you.

“Yikes, an android? I don’t know if I can be seen with you.” You joke as you take the device, quickly typing in your own username and hitting the follow button, passing it back to him as he laughs.

“Gee, thanks.” JJ chuckles, shaking his head and looking down at the account still left open.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, JJ the pogue.” You tease, giving a quick wave as you make your way towards the front of the store.

“Still not how you say that!” He calls after you, seeing you shrug your shoulders without looking back.

As you turn the corner, JJ let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, once more adjusting the grip his now sweaty palms had on the handles of the basket. The basket full of groceries for Kie, that suddenly feels much harder to carry. Fuck, he doesn’t want to go home to her anymore. And fuck, he can’t wait to scroll through your instagram and endlessly hope that he’ll see you again.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank x you #obx imagine #outer banks

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: okay now this actually is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE post that I’ve ever done ... I was literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this ...

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SFW🌿

Wanda is such a sweet partner. She has so much love and she just needs a person to give her love to. What better idea than to have two people to love?

Nat felt hesitant at first. But got more comfortable with the idea when she saw you and Wanda interacting.

You have Mummy issues? They’re healed. They’re gone.

Wanda is the type of person to call you out of the blue, even when you’re at work. “I just wanted to hear your voice!”

Whereas if Nat called you out of the blue, you’d start to panic

The amount of support and encouragement in this relationship is out of this world.

Whenever you have a bad day, there is always someone ready to make it better

You guys have favourite tv shows and movies that someone will put on randomly, even if no one is watching it. All three of you agree that it’s for comfort; background noise is a must in the household. These are: → Gavin & Stacey: a british tv show that Nat originally thought was ridiculous but now you all do the accents → Modern Family: Wanda LOVES this show, she likes the family dynamics and that they’re always there for one another → Peaky Blinders: This is Nat’s favourite, she loves Tommy Shelby. There are certain aspects of the show that she can connect with → Vikings: all three of you like this show! Especially Lagertha; all of you have a crush on her. → Elf: yes, Wanda knows it’s a Christmas movie, but when she first saw it, she couldn’t stop. So Nat had to put a ban on it unless it’s near Christmas (which Wanda said was November 1st) → Mamma Mia: All three of you know the words to EVERY ABBA song. Once Yelena slept over and you had the movie playing and she became OBSESSED. → Every single Harry Potter movie: Wanda sees herself as a Hufflepuff (is actually a Slytherin), Nat knows and accepts she’s a Slytherin → Practical Magic: comes on during the start of Autumn/Fall and stays playing until the 1st of November

Wanda is an amazing cook, especially when it comes to baking. She usually makes a different sweet at the beginning of the week.

You literally don’t have to lock your house up because you’re protected by the two most formidable women on the planet

Nat’s love language is acts of service and secretly words of affirmation. She absolutely DIES whenever you say “I’m proud of you” or “You did a great job!”

And Nat is always the one to fix tires, lightbulbs and get rid of spiders

You might think that Nat would be against living in a cottage, but she absolutely adores it. It was your idea, and Wanda fell in love with it

There are many pets in your household, Nat felt like they were liabilities at first. She wasn’t used to a breathing thing continuously dependent on her

Wanda was a tad unsure as well, but she folded almost instantly

Your pets are: Trix: the newest addition to the family, she’s a little black kitten who is absolute chaos. She runs up and down the hallways, doing those weird little cat stances. It makes all three of you laugh. Malachi (nicknamed Mal): An Irish wolfhound who had been at the pound for years and was about to be put down Alf: grumpy ol’ fluffy cat who likes to sleep in the sun all day every day. funnily enough, his favourite human is Nat.

Alf bit Sam Wilson when he came to visit and he was so offended because usually animals LOVE him.

There are so many panic buttons around the house in case it becomes a target

Yes, you guys have your own rooms. But they’re basically where you keep your belongings.

Nat works a lot at night, so it’s usually you and Wanda at home by yourselves. When it’s bedtime, you sleep together

Nat’s pet names for you are: ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘honey’

Wanda’s pet name for you is: ‘moja ljubav’ meaning ‘my love’. It’s in Serbian which is the official language in Sokovia, where she grew up.

Wanda hums a lot, it’s usually a lullaby from her childhood. It calms her down, especially when she’s worked up

Nat and Wanda like to slow dance in the kitchen. Wanda’s head gently leaning on Nat’s chest, their arms wound tightly around each other. The pots and pans on the stove completely forgotten.

Yelena visits often! She loves Wanda’s cooking, talking with you, and getting to see her big sister. You always beg her to sleep over, and most of the time, she does!

Wanda’s love language is physical touch and quality time. She loves when you kiss her face; peppering small kisses over her nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead.

When Sam comes to visit, he usually brings Bucky and although he starts off as moody, he soon comes to love staying over. He and Nat have a lot in common and chat about their pasts.

Wanda does your and Nat’s nails. She begs Nat to let her do pink but never wins

As a joke you bought everyone matching pajamas, and although it was very funny, you all wear them unironically

Wanda uses her powers for a lot of things, and you absolutely love it. It’s so handy! If something breaks, Wanda can fix it, if you’re out and guys are harassing you, she has the ability to LITERALLY CONTROL THEIR MINDS.

Nat is the least likely to hold grudges, then you, then Wanda...

You’ve all decided that you want to travel the world together. Nat may not appear as excited as you and Wanda (she’s already traveled the world, but that was for missions.)

Wanda wants to go to Disneyland. Can you imagine Nat and Wanda with the mickey ears on?!

Theme Song:

Gimme All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

Relationship Tropes:

✧ Moon (Nat) x Sun (You) x Eclipse (Wanda)

✧ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (this goes for everyone)

✧ The Impulsive (Wanda) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Nat)

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babies and bahrain | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 4.4 words request: yes, by anons: "hii bestie can i get a fic where the reader and charles are guardians of their godchild and on the child calls them mommy and daddy for the first time? i love your writing btw I’ve been binge reading your fics." & "hii can i request a soft fluffy charles fic? i love your writing style 💕" & "hello! can we have a imagine with reader and charles with a long term relationship at bahrain gp 2022? 🥺" warnings: kids, fluff, angst, death(mentioned only), car crash (mentioned only), language (like one or two), hospitals. a/n: i am finally posting something. i've been hating everything i write lately, but hopefully it's only temporary because i want to work on something to celebrate when we (hopefully soon) hit 3k. literally can't believe i'm typing that. we're so close to three thousand, what the fuck. also, i have no idea how the legal system works, let's remember that this is all fiction, please.

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the moment violet was born, you and charles fell in love with her. the first few months of her life you would visit the new parents every chance you could. caroline and nolan were close friends of charles, and they instantly welcomed you into their group when you and charles started dating. charles loved violet, he’d always get her every baby-related thing he saw wherever he went. dolls, princess onesies, toys, anything that reminded him of her.

you were the same, offering to babysit when your friends wanted some alone time, or wanted to go out for a date. often, the five of you would go out to kid-friendly spots.

‘violet needs to spend time with her favorite aunt and uncle’, charles would say. every chance he got, she was in his arms. caroline would always laugh, chastise him and tell him she would get used to being carried. 'good thing i have strong arms, then.' he'd reply, pressing his forehead against the baby's head.

it wasn't a surprise when you and charles were asked to be her godparents, but you were still over the moon when you arrived at their house and saw violet wearing a shirt that read ‘will you be my godparents?’. you and charles hugged the -then- six-month-old baby and her parents, promising to take care of her as much as you could.

the day everything changed, it started just like any other. you were in italy with charles, he had some duties at the ferrari museum in maranello, so you took the day to explore the city, seeing ferrari plastered on almost every wall. you entered a small shop and were instantly drawn to a plushie of a cat. violet loved cats. well, they didn’t have any pets, but everytime she saw one on tv she always yelled in delight. you picked it up and paid for it, walking to the museum to wait for charles.

you had a special badge around your neck, so security let you through without too much trouble. you sat on a bench outside, grabbing your phone to check if you had missed anything. you were scrolling mindlessly when you saw an unknown number calling. you recognized the area code as one in france. you frowned but picked up anyway.

you’d always wondered how you’d act in case of an emergency. you’d seen so many tv shows and movies where the characters ran through the hospital, some screaming, asking where their loved ones were, others in shock. you never thought, never hoped, to be in that position one day.

your heart was beating fast, pounding inside your chest as you held onto charles’ hand. he was almost running, following the signs until he reached a nurse station.

in shock. in case of an emergency, you were the one in shock. your eyes were glossy as you let charles guide you to the icu, you could hear him mumbling under his breath, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. you could see the automatic doors that led to the icu, you gripped charles’ hand before walking in, making him halt his steps.

he turned to look at you, he had small tears in the corners of his eyes. you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down and hiding your face in his neck. the tears fell freely, you could feel his chest shaking as well.

“we have to go in,” charles said, still holding on to your waist. you nodded but didn’t let go of him. “we-we have to find out how they are, and-”

an unmistakable soft whimper made its way into your ears, charles paused mid-sentence and you both turned your heads to the side.

“violet!” charles said, you both ran to the woman who was carrying your goddaughter. ten-month-old violet’s eyes were wide open, you could see the terrified look on her face as she was in a completely unknown place with strangers. “is she okay?” he asked.

“she’s alright. she’s been checked by the pediatricians and everything seems fine,” she gave you a small smile, “i’m the social worker in charge of the case, who are you?” she asked.

“we’re violet’s godparents,” charles said, gripping your hand. your arms ached, longing to hold her in your safe embrace.

“w-why do they need a social worker?” you asked, placing your free hand on charles' arm. the social worker was about to speak when violet started crying. charles took a step, and violet leaned forward as well. charles took his goddaughter from the social worker's arms, and for the first time since you got that awful call, you let out a deep breath, knowing that violet was finally safe. you seemed to forget that there was someone else present, at that moment, all your focus was on violet, on the way she clung onto the both of you, her godparents, the only people she had left in the world now.

nolan and caroline didn’t have any direct family, but they had each other. and they had you and charles.

“can we see them?” you asked, violet was playing with your finger. “is- is caroline still in surgery?” the social worker didn’t know how to answer, she walked to the nurse station right outside the intensive care unit, where you’d heard they were keeping nolan. you followed her, your gaze flickering between violet, charles, and the social worker. the look on the latter’s face didn’t make you feel reassured.

“when can we see them?” charles asked again, a bit too loud than he intended, causing violet to flinch. charles handed her to you, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“only family is allowed in, and-”

“we’re family. we’re all the family they have,” charles interrupted.

you were told to wait, you sat on two uncomfortable chairs, holding violet in your arms. the social worker was standing in front of you.

“did you ever discuss what would happen with violet in case…” she started, you both froze.

“w-why are you saying that?” you asked, looking from her, to charles.

“the doctor is coming, he will fill you in on their condition, but… we need to know their wishes about violet’s future in case they don’t… you know,”

“we’ll take care of her,” charles said, without wasting a second, without any doubt. “that’s what we signed up for when we agreed to be her godparents. to take care and be there for her whenever,” he told her. then, he looked at you, you nodded your head, taking his hand in yours.

“we will take care of her, no matter what happens.”

the next few days went by in a blur. you felt so many emotions at the same time. grief, pain, fear, helplessness. you’d had to do so many things in just a few days. saying goodbye to your friends was probably the hardest. even though the doctors tried their best to save both of them, their injuries from the car crash were too much.

your full focus was on violet. you pushed aside your feelings and grief to focus on the little baby you’d now found yourself in charge of. you’d gotten in contact with a lawyer, who promised to help you as much as she could to get violet’s custody. you didn’t know if you were mentally prepared to take care of a child, but you weren’t alone. charles wanted this as much as you did, it was what you’d signed up for, as he said.

you’d recruited the rest of your friend group to look for a will or a document that stated their wishes for violet’s custody, but found nothing. you never talked about that topic, you were all way too young, you still had plenty of time you think about the future. or at least, you should’ve.

the second night after the funeral, violet was sleeping in the crib you’d bought a day before, next to your bed. you were lying on your side, your eyes were closed but you couldn’t sleep. you turned so your back was against the mattress, you looked up at the ceiling and sighed. you felt charles moving beside you, you turned your head to see him looking at you.

“did i wake you?” you whispered, he shook his head, giving you a small smile. you got closer to him, resting your head on his chest. you both stayed quiet, you could feel his fingers playing with your hair. “do you think we can do this?” you asked after a few seconds of silence.

“i don’t know,” he said, and even though it wasn’t the answer most people would’ve wanted, you felt comfort in knowing that he was just as nervous as you. “but i don’t want violet to go away, not when we can give her everything she needs,” he continued. “it will be difficult for all of us, but violet needs us,”

“of course. i want her with us as well, but are we ready for this change?”

“we have to be, there’s no turning back now. but hey, we’re in this together, okay? we got each other. it will take a little while to get used to a new routine, but we can do this, alright?” he said, grabbing your hand and lifting it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “we got this,” he nodded his head. you looked up at him, kissing his cheek.

a month passed, violet was still in your care whilst you were going through the adoption process. and now more than ever, you were sure that you were ready to give the little baby everything she might need. each day you spent with her you fell even more in love with her, you didn't know how it was possible, but she brightened up your day, she had taught you so much already.

of course, the first few weeks were messy, having to adjust to the presence of violet in your lives 24/7. there were nights when you thought you couldn't do it, nights when violet stayed up almost all night, crying uncontrollably, and you knew that the one thing she needed were her parents. you'd cry with her, sometimes.

one particular night, charles wasn't home, he'd traveled to paris, violet’s hometown and the place where all the legal process was taking place. you’d put violet down to sleep, since it was past her bedtime. you sat on a stool in the kitchen, replying to a text charles had sent. turns out, things were going to be a little more complicated than you had first thought. as you sent the text, you received a call from him.

"hi, love," you said, propping your phone against a napkin holder to see him better. he was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, you figured he must’ve made the call from his laptop, since you could see a mess of documents littering a wooden table.

“hey,” he sighed, you frowned.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, “didn’t get good news today?” you leaned your chin on your fist, your elbow propped on the kitchen island.

“no,” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair. you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “they said that- in order to adopt we-” he sighed before continuing, “at least one of us has to be twenty-eight years old, we have to be married- or prove that we’ve been together for a couple of years, and-” he rambled, you stopped him.

“hey, hey, slow down,” you said, watching as he shook his head in desperation. “charles, i know it looks like we might be in a gray area right now, but we have time. as long as violet can stay in our care, we have time to make sure every requirement is in order. we’re working with the best of the best, we’re all doing what we can. as long as we have violet’s custody, we’ll be okay,”

the morning of violet’s first birthday, you woke up extra early, wanting to surprise her. you went downstairs and started hanging decorations, balloons, colored strings, everything you’d bought a few days ago. once everything was finished, you checked her room to make sure she was still asleep, taking the baby monitor with you to the bathroom.

you’d always loved the luxury of taking long, warm showers, but now, with a kid under your care, you’d learned to shower in less than ten minutes. you did your hair in a comfortable way, and threw on some joggers and one of charles’ shirts, walking to violet’s room once you heard her moving around.

“good morning, princess!” you smiled, seeing violet standing up, holding herself up with her fists around the crib. “oh, you’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” you laughed as you approached her, running your hands through her hair, getting the curls away from her face. “you’re going to start walking any day now, miss,” she smiled, bending her knees in excitement, trying to jump as she giggled.

you held her in your arms, pressing soft kisses to the side of her head, to her cheek, her forehead. one of your arms was supporting her under her bum, you noticed that she was in desperate need of a diaper change, but you ignored that at that moment. your other hand was on her back, keeping her close to your chest. you’d installed black-out curtains in her room, to make sure she got as much sleep as possible in the mornings.

“happy first birthday, violet,” you whispered in her ear.

right then, with the little bit of sunlight peeking in through the curtains, for the first time, you felt like her mother. it wasn’t anything extraordinary, that was how you greeted her every morning, but that, you figured, was the beauty of motherhood. finding the special in the most simple and ordinary moments.

you looked up at the ceiling, feeling your eyes starting to burn as they filled with tears. maybe you didn’t have nolan and caroline anymore, but you had violet. and you promised to love her and protect her, raise and cherish her just as much as they would’ve done, had they had the chance.

violet lifted her arm, without measuring her strength, she moved it towards you, hitting you on your face. that brought you out of your thoughts. you laughed as you looked down at her, walking to the changing table you’d set up, you placed her down and changed her.

about thirty minutes later, you heard the front door opening and closing, you’d stayed upstairs with violet, waiting for charles to get there. he was in charge of setting up all of her presents, the ones you’d approved, and the ones charles secretly bought when you fell asleep that night a few weeks ago.

you were on the floor, playing with violet as you two heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. you looked at violet, who was still holding the bright yellow lego, but her eyes were now stuck to the opened door of her bedroom. you pulled out your phone, recording her curious face as her eyes widened in anticipation.

“who’s that?” you asked. you held back a laugh as charles finally appeared in her line of sight.

“where’s the birthday girl?” charles said, kneeling down, he spread his arms to the sides, watching as violet first started crawling her way to him, but then, she stopped. she kept her hands on the floor as she planted her feet on the floor. charles’ eyes widened, you’d told him that violet was standing up, but he hadn’t had the chance to see her.

instantly, you both leaned closer to her, your were both ready to step in and catch her if she couldn’t keep her balance. but, she stood up, she straightened her back as you and charles held your breaths, and then, she took her first steps, rushing to charles’ awaiting arms.

this all happened in a matter of seconds, but to you, it felt like the clock slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion.

her loud squeals brought you back to reality, you saw charles holding her against his chest, still kneeling on the floor.

“oh, you did so good, violet! that’s my big girl,” charles kissed her temple, “i missed you so much. i was gone for a week, and now you’re walking?” he continued talking to her, you stopped recording, placing your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants, kneeling next to your loves. “i thought she was just starting to stand up?” charles asked, you nodded.

“those were her first steps,” you said, voice a little groggy as you kept your eyes on violet, who was playing with charles’ hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging lightly.

“first steps… first birthday…” charles counted, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. you leaned your head against his shoulder, and violet stopped what she was doing to look at you two.

she was still standing up, charles had a hand on her back to help her up. she looked back and forth from you two, the smiles on your faces were so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt.

“da!” she said, dropping down to her bum, crawling away, leaving you both speechless.

“first word?” charles breathed, you frowned.

“is ‘da’ even a word?” you asked, mostly annoyed because it was a word that resembled ‘dad’.

“in baby language, i think it is,” he smiled smugly, you rolled your eyes as you turned to violet, picking her up.

“hey, baby. say ‘ma’,” you instructed, violet stayed quiet, then, she opened her mouth.

“da!” she repeated, you sighed, kissing her cheek before passing her off to charles. “da!” she said as she looked at charles.

“yeah, that’s her first word,” you laughed, admitting defeat.

six months later, you and violet slipped through the crowd of people, sneaking your way to the ferrari motorhome. it was the first race of the season, and you had to admit, you missed being there.

you’d been with charles for what felt like forever at that point, coming close to eight years. you’d met, fallen in love and started dating as teenagers, and you’d been there every step of his career. your relationship was one that the public had always been curious of, given that you were both extremely private and cautious with what you let the rest of the world see. when you stopped attending the races for almost half of the year last year, people had started wondering if you’d split up. but as you walked with violet in your arms, charles’ hand around your shoulders, that was a clear statement.

you were scared of attending a race with violet, but you were a family now, and you needed to support charles, you knew he needed you there. you were going to stay inside the ferrari hospitality the entire time, away from the cameras and public. you were inside charles’ room, playing with violet whilst he got ready.

violet was starting to speak a bit more, so most of your time was spent over-pronouncing easy words in hopes to get her to repeat them. she was a smart girl. after having her first birthday, first steps and first word all in the same day, you knew you had a little genius in your hands.

“the car goes fast,” you said, moving your lips slowly, watching violet’s eyes go from your lips to your eyes. she babbled, you smiled as you kissed her temple, repeating the sentence again. “the car goes fast,”

“hell yes it does,” charles said, walking in. he had his racing suit on, the zipper was down, though, and you could see his fireproof undershirt. he grabbed violet, who played with the velcro strap.

“don’t swear,” you patted his leg, standing from your spot on the couch. “you ready?” you asked, kissing his cheek. violet noticed, and she did the same, making charles laugh.

“i think so,” he nodded, “i’ve got my two girls here, i can do pretty much anything right now,” he pressed his lips against violet’s temple. “but-”

“charles, we need you for something,” there was a knock on the door, and charles sighed. he’d promised to spend as much time as he could with you, even though you’d promised him it was okay, that he still had to focus and prepare for the race, but he had missed having you there and wanted to stay there with you two.

“it’s okay,” you grabbed violet, who frowned, she’d only gotten a few minutes with charles, why was he leaving again so soon? “we’ll be right here,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss charles’ cheek, but he turned his head, meeting your lips with his.

“i will be right back, okay?” you nodded as he hugged you both. he walked out of the room without looking back, despite how much he wanted to stay.

violet whimpered, you looked down at her and chuckled.

“it’s okay, baby, he’ll be right back, okay?” you sat her down on the couch, “da will be right back,”

as it turned out, violet called both you and charles ‘da’. it was the one word she associated with the two of you. much to charles’ dismay.

“oh, love, it’s okay,” you cooed, noticing violet’s teary eyes. “it’s just for a little while, my love.” you grabbed her again, and started walking around the room, gently rocking her in your arms. she wasn’t a loud crier, but her tears were just as real. “oh, violet, don’t cry, you’re making me cry, too!” you chuckled, pulling her close to your chest.

a few minutes passed, you could still feel your shirt getting damp from her tears, when the door behind you was opened.

“what’s wrong?” charles asked, and violet struggled in your arms. you put her down and she ran to charles.

“dada!” you froze, your eyes went wide as you watched charles crouch and catch violet in his arms. “dada,” she repeated, her tiny arms on his neck.

“it’s- it’s okay, violet. i- dada’s here,” he said, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours.

“charles-” you started, feeling your eyes burning.

“dada,” violet started, turning her head back, “mama!” she called for you. you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. you just stood there, with wide, teary eyes, as the child that you’d promised to love and raise as if she were your own, called for you. “mama, mama,”

charles was just as shocked as you were, but he snapped out of it first, walking to you once he noticed that you were still processing it.

“d-did she… did she…” you couldn’t finish your question, but charles was already nodding his head.

“dada. mama.” apparently those two words had become violet’s favorite ones. you let out a laugh, wrapping your hands around charles’ back, with violet stuck between your bodies.

“yes, violet. dada and mama are here.” charles said. you just breathed deeply.

violet didn’t know what was going on around her. she didn’t know why the people wearing red were standing up, clapping and yelling. she didn’t know why you were standing up as well, with your palms pressed together, covering your mouth. she didn’t know why you had tears in your eyes.

“dada won, violet!” she didn’t understand what that meant, but you were smiling, so she smiled as well. you picked her up in your arms, someone handed you a pair of headphones, you placed them on violet’s ears to protect her from the loud noises.

you’d promised to stay inside the ferrari motorhome, but you weren’t counting on charles getting the first win of the season, his first in a while, his first with his family there with him.

you were escorted to the podium ceremony, arriving just in time to see charles stepping out of the car. he jumped out of the car and ran to his crew, you were breathing fast, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, there were tears in your eyes as you watched charles.

“that’s dada,” you told violet, even though she probably couldn’t hear you with all the noise.

you waited a few minutes, for charles to finish getting weighed, before someone talking to him pointed in your direction.

he smiled as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around the two of you.

“that was amazing, my love.” you said, grabbing his face to direct his lips to yours. “i love you so much, you deserve this!” you smiled.

“dada! mama!” violet said, annoyed that you weren’t paying attention to her.

“sorry, violet. dada and mama are here. we love you, too,” charles gave you two one last hug before he had to be taken away for interviews.

violet was sleeping between you two, she was curled up on her side, resting her head on charles’ chest. you couldn’t blame her, that was how you loved to fall asleep, too. you couldn’t sleep, you still had that remaining rush of adrenaline running through your system, which made it hard for you to succumb to sleep. you turned to your side, leaning forward to kiss violet’s cheek softly, then charles’ lips. you left the bed, sliding open the door to the balcony.

you could hear people partying out there. you leaned your arms against the railing, thinking about how, if you didn’t have violet, you would probably be out there with them. but you wouldn’t change your little family for anything.

“what are you doing out here?” you heard charles’ sleepy voice, felt his arm around your waist.

“just thinking,”

“about?” he asked, kissing your shoulder. you smiled, turning your head to the side to look at him.

“how i wouldn’t change this for anything in the world,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. “i love you and i love violet, and i’m so lucky to call you both mine,” he didn’t answer, just turned you around so your back was against the railing, his hands on your waist.

“we should make it all official, then,” he said after a few seconds, you leaned back, tilting your head up to look at him. “marry me,”

“charles leclerc, after almost eight years of dating, this is how you’re proposing to me?” you raise an eyebrow, joking to avoid letting tears take over you.

“no,” he shook his head, a small smile on his face, “you deserve something much better. our child needs to be part of it, for starters,”

“of course,” you laughed. you placed your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

“will you, though?” he asked.

“what?”

“marry me?”

that was a question that you both knew the answer to.

“yes,”

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wedding bells

“…pardon my interruption…”

he stares at his mom and sister blankly. they couldn’t be serious. this was beyond the definition of fucked up. this wasn’t some movie. this was his life. this was your life.

he couldn’t possibly ruin your wedding. no! he’s already ruined your happiness enough. you deserved to get married to the man you love. that’s no longer him.

he was heartbroken, sure. but he deserves this. he deserved to suffer. you deserve to walk down the aisle like you deserved to do all those years ago. he knew this was the wedding of your dreams.

he knew from the moment he saw the church. this was the church he was gonna marry you. the church you picked out.

“no. she doesn’t deserve this!” harry shakes his head.

anne rubs her sons shoulders. “did i ever tell you about my first love zac?”

he frowns at his mother. he shakes his head as his mother takes a deep breath.

“i met him a few years before your father. i was deeply in love with him. he was the one,”

both harry and gemma stared at their mother shockingly. they had no idea she loved someone before their father. they always thought their dad was her first love.

“he was american. only visiting distant relatives for the summer. we fell in love instantly. god was he the most amazing generous man. when summer ended he begged his parents to stay, just for me. how romantic, huh? except it ended there. we tried to keep in touch sending letters. but after awhile the letters slowly went away. i assumed he moved on. that was until three years after you were born. he came to visit. hoping that i was still there. and i was. but i had moved on and married your father and had two amazing kids. unfortunately he didn’t come to reconnect. he came to tell me that he loved me and would never stop. but he was sick. very sick. it’s why he stopped writing the letters because he thought it was best that he let me go. he knew his illness was terminal. he had a about three more months left. but he couldn’t die without telling me how he felt. in that moment we both knew we wasted so much time. we could have been together but he let me go and i didn’t ask questions or try to call him. anything! i just let zac slip though my fingers. and if i would have just called him and checked on him, maybe ask him questions, maybe we would have been together instead. don’t do what i did baby. don’t let her slip through your fingers.”

harry sheds tears. “but what if—”

“then we’ll be right here to pick up the pieces again.” gemma whispers.

harry nods. he gets out of the car, runs to the church, and takes a deep breath before opening the door. and just like the movies everyone stares at him. including you.

he just stands there. everyone starts to whisper. harry didn’t know what to say. but he knew if he didn’t speak he would look like even more of an idiot. but something happened. he said nothing but you ran.

everyone gasped. harry didn’t know what to say or do. he couldn’t speak. he thought you were gonna slap him for ruining your wedding, run back to the podium, and get marry.

instead you surprised him. you grabbed his hand and ran out of the church. leaving everyone speechless.

“i can’t do it. i can’t marry someone i don’t love. i—harry you broke me. you broke every fiber of my heart. but i love you. i always have and i always will. and—i don’t wanna marry anyone else but you.”

“then let’s get married, darling.”

again i have no idea wtf this is but here is the final part to wedding bells :)

#harry styles x black!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles fake ig #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles #harry styles imagine

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nebelihood · 9 months

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Hey Arnold Study ENTRY01 "Arnold visits Arni"

GUuYS- As you may know I recently got re-obessed with Hey Arnold for a brief amount of time very recently. (Sadly I had to kill that obsession because of school and Looney tunes comic- but no worries, I'll try to come back as soon as the comic is finished jahsj qwq)

BUT I GOT LIKE REALLY OBSESSED LIKE SUPER- YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY HEY ARNOLD SCREENSHOTS I HAVE NOW- I HAVE A WORD DOCUMENTING EVERYTHING FROM ALMOST EVERY EPISODE (Except the ones from last seasons cause I was honestly tired of writting while eating and pausing and not being able to watch comfortably Hey Arnold-)

Dated 06/06/2023

Side note 01: I don't mean sl*ty in a demeaning way, I was trying to explain things to myself and let them clear to me x'0

Side note 02: This episode happens previously to "Married" episode.

Obviously the most interesting part of the episode was how Arnold switched Helga's personality to someone he actually developed feelings for and it wasn't too far away from Helga's real character like her poetry, her schemes to get closer to the guy she liked and general appearance. What's also interesting to note is how they changed the other characters, they basically switched their personalities between two characters, ex: Making phoebe dummer and Stinky smarter. Gerald more exaggerated and Sid cooler. Rhonda carless and Harold all about looks.

But when they switched Lila and Helga, Lulu came out more "sluty" and flirty. Traits that have nothing to do with Helga. And Hilda came out as inteligent and sweeter, which could be characteristics that could apply to Lila- only without her iconic "Ever so much" and exaggerated kindness. Those characters didn't seem to switch personalities. Maybe show unconscious beliefs of them?

It's a awesome episode to think about since it's all Arnold's dream so reflecting on the way he portrayed "helga" he must have some sort of idea of her, that she's nice deep down. Like he has confirmed he doesn't think Helga is mean for the sake for being mean in the Helga vs Patty episode. Like he has seen Helga act nice in the Rhonda costume party when she pretended to be Lila, like when he took care of her when she got amnesia and seemed too innocent, like when he convinced her to wash dishes and do the right thing. He must by this point, be almost sure there's a good nature underneath her despite how much she fights it.

About Lila... When they first started going out she was quite flirty. And she was also quite flirty when she went out with Arni, so maybe he perceives her attentions to certain degree a little sl+ty out of jealousy? idk just a thought.

Besides Lulu keeps Lila's way of communication "all so much about" "I'm all to certain that-"And the dream kept Arnold and Helga's tradition for crashing againts eachother. Making them essentially themselves and not them with switched personalities.

I think it's also interesting to see how Arnold also instantly fell in love"" when he saw Hilda. The first thing he asked was "Do I know you?" as to say she reminds him of someone he has seen cause he thinks he already knows her. The only possible answer is Helga.

IT's also interesting to see how Arnold bumped exactly with her as soon as she finished telling the moon if she would ever meet her one and true love.

I love Arnold's little shy hands hiding behind him, listening to her happily,,,

Arnold has witnessed to certain degree Helga reciting poetry like when Arni visited last time, so it's not crazy he made that connection to Hilda admitting she was reciting poetry.

"YEAhhhh"

ANYWAY in review, despite if he knows if Helga is a good person or not which at this point I'm sure he has a gut feeling, he must find her attractive rigth of the bait or at least feel attraction. Like when he complimented her the first time he saw her on "Helga on the couch" episode and because he doesn't even "know her" and he can't help to seem all goofy.

Note he also included Helga's "love sighs" on the dream, so maybe he has heard them before??

"I've never met anyone like you Hilda, and I really like you a lot"

He confessed to Hilda and Hilda confessed she liked Arni- This episode could be taken in two perspectives, one is that It's just like when Arni visited but this time is Arnold is Arni; so even if Arnold seems perfectly normal on this episode, he may have been a weirdo to everyone in town except to Lulu like it happened with Arni and Lila. This could be it but for wouldn't be completely accurate, Hilda would have had already been obsessed with Arni or idk maybe not. It could also be Arnold confessing to Lila and Lila saying she likes Arni, except for the whole intro to the situation reviewed on one ep. It's interesting he confessed to Hilda on his dream tho

(I didn't even understand myself what I meant but I'm gonna add that it could be Arnold falling in and out of love with Lila? And meaning he could fall in love with Helga if she showed her true nature? OR saying he already sort of likes her? Or likes what he thinkg he knows SHE IS??? LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M DOING THIS- I KNOW THEY ARE GONNA END UP TOGETHER I JUST WANT TO KNOW HE LIKED HER A LITTLE BACK TOO BACK THEN AND IT WASN'T THE RESULT OF HELGA SAVING HIS PARENTS AAAAA-)

Everyone chased Arnold except Hilda on Arnold's dream

Why was Arnold so happy that Helga was really Helga? If she was so nice in his dream (And so mean irl)? Was is because he really likes her as her is; or cause she doesn't like Arni like on his dream? LIKE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I MEAN I'M HAPPY HE'S HAPPY TO SEE THE REAL HELGA BUT DOES THAT MEAN HE LIKES HER MEAN OR WHAT I'M CONFUSED

Why was Arnold so happy to find out Lila only liked him? Cause she wasn't the "sl+ty" Lulu who did like him? MAybe he was just happy he wasn't on his nightmare anymore, still Hilda was no nightmare except till the end where she rejected him,,,, I love how he only adressed them like wth- the rest of your friends were the ones chasing you to your death and you don't wanna doble check that???

end

(HAHAHAJAHSJAHA)

#hey arnold!#hey arnold #entry #text post #arnold and helga #helga g pataki #arnold shortman

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canarian ~ pedri

summary: pedri takes his daughter to see his hometown for the first time.

the season had finally ended and pedri was extremely happy that he had an endless amount of time to spend with his family, friends and, most importantly, his adorable ten month old, mía.

y/n had also been given time off from work for the summer so they both decided it was time for a vacation. both being financially stable, deciding on where to go was quite a difficult task - but when y/n suggested visiting tenerife, pedri’s homeland, he felt as though he just fell deeper in love with her.

an elevated grin immediately formed itself on his lips and he instantly agreed when he saw the hopeful glint in her eyes. it’d been so long since they both last went to the canary islands together, and the fact that now they had a daughter made it all the more exciting.

it would be her first time visiting her dads hometown, and pedri couldn’t be anymore excited for his friends and colleagues back home to meet his little girl. after all, she was half canarian and deserved to see where her papi spent most of his life.

•••

mía had been glued to her tío adrián ever since the group decided to have a pool day. it’d been a few days since they’ve been in tenerife and mía had been a very happy baby ever since. she’d never been around as much nature as she’d seen here than in barcelona; the music and flowers and sunshine all around her kept her in a cheery mood.

y/n stayed on one of the lounge chairs with pedris mom, rosy, as they chatted about anything and everything that came to mind. she was a very mindful person to talk to. being pedri’s girlfriend, y/n was loved a lot by pedris family. they considered her as their own due to how close the two were, as friends, before they even got together.

rosy knew her since she was just 15 years old. she was there when she and pedri met and she saw each day as they became closer. she was there when pedri was nervous for his first date with her, she was there when the two finally got together, she was there when they had their first argument, she was there to comfort them both separately, she was there when pedri recieved his first award and did not stop praising his ‘amazing girlfriend’ up on that stage.

most importantly, she was there when y/n had mía.

rosy encouraged them both from the beginning of their friendship. from the moment she saw y/n with her heart-warming smile and bright personality, she knew she was the one for pedri. they were both so young, they still are, but she had a gut feeling they would stick by each others side until their love stopped blooming.

y/n was now almost 21, and loved rosy as her own mother. she’d always been their biggest supporter and she was an amazing abuela to their little mía too.

y/n kept an eye on the two in the water, not that far away from them. mía had her little blue bathing suit on and she was held in pedris arms as her tío adrián lightly splashed water onto her. her loud giggles could be heard from where she and rosy were sitting and y/n couldn’t help the smile that came onto her lips at her babys happy babbles.

“parece estar disfrutando de la ciudad natal de su padre, ¿eh?” (she seems to be enjoying her dads hometown, hm?) rosy asked and y/n turned to her, nodding.

“sí, le ha encantado cada segundo.” (yes, she’s loved every second of it) she lightly chuckled when adrián started dunking himself into the water, making mía laugh harder at his frazzled expression every time he came out.

“¿y pedro?” (and pedro?)

“pedro siempre le ha encantado estar aqui mama.” (pedro has always loved it here, mama) she replied. a loving smile came upon rosy’s lips and y/n’s own widened.

“es su ciudad natal. ¿cómo podría no quererla?” (it’s his hometown, how could he not love it here?)

her eyes wandered from mía to pedri and a familiar warmth filled her stomach. she felt that fluttering warmth engulfing her, the butterflies in her belly intensifying the longer she stared at her pretty boyfriend. his hair was pushed back due to the water and his toned muscles were on full display, flexing each time he moved with mía in his arms. his tan was slowly coming in, making him look even hotter, if that was even possible.

when he looked over to her, she felt her heart physically skip a beat - he’d always had that affect on her. pedri caught the intensity in her gaze when his eyes locked onto hers. she looked so gorgeous sitting there under the blaring sun, with his sunglasses on her head because she forgot her own at home. her blue bikini matched her skin tone so well, growing into the tan she was gradually getting.

pedri lifted his hand and waved her over with a teasing grin on his face. he watched as she whispered something to his mother, who nodded, and soon she was walking down towards them.

when mía saw her mother approaching, she called out to her with a giggle, her hands splashing themselves harder in the water the closer she got. pedri held out his hand and helped her down the steps of the pool, his other arm still wrapped around mía, who was now wiggling her feet under the water too.

“ay, mi amorrr.” (oh, my love) y/n’s hands reached forward and she bought the happy little girl into her arms.

“¿te diviertes?” (are you having fun?) she laughed when mía responded with a harsh nod of her head and another splash of her hands in the water. she pressed a kiss to her wet forehead, moving the hair out of her face before smiling down at her.

adrián came over and popped out of the water next to them, attempting to scare mía, but she only laughed in his face before reaching toward him. adrián took her out of her mothers arms and swam off, leaving the young couple to be alone in their own world.

pedris arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her body into his hold and closer to his chest. y/n rested her hands against his biceps and he reached down to plant a kiss against her lips. they were so soft and sweet and slotted perfectly against his.

he slightly swayed them both, still in the water, still with his lips gently pecking hers. she obliged to his random need, kissing him back with just as much laziness and tenderness and love that he was kissing her with. pedri couldn’t have been anymore at peace in that moment.

he was surrounded by his family, he was back in the town of his childhood, he had the cutest daughter ever, and the girl of his dreams was in his arms. he couldn’t have felt anymore blessed and in love as he did, just then.

•••

y/n held mía tightly in her arms as she followed pedri into his dads restaurant. the large crowd of people surrounded the outside and as she walked in, there seemed to be more of them. they all had barcelona jerseys on and their smiles held so much pride and joy for their hometown boy, it warmed y/n’s heart.

he was representing them. he was a beacon of acknowledgment for the people of tegueste, his home. so many little kids stood in the crowd, their little bodies dressed in pedris jersey, their eyes filled with honour and admiration as they stared at the twenty-year old, their hearts filled with high aspirations to follow in his footsteps.

pedri shook every single hand he could. he waved at everyone he saw and grinned at every camera pointing his way. despite the proud smiles they held for their famous hometown boy, they each sent an awed smile and a wave towards his girlfriend and the pretty little girl in her arms.

mía kept her head against y/n’s shoulder and she watched with big eyes as her mom and dad shook hands and talked with all these random people. she was amazed with how many there were, and how they all wanted to talk to her papi.

when they walked into the restaurant, cheers erupted from the people inside once they laid their eyes on pedri. mías eyes travelled from the large crowd of people to the huge wall behind them.

a large brown, wooden wall, plastered with many pictures of pedri. she couldn’t believe how beautiful that wall looked, so so many pictures of her papi. some with a smile on his face, some of him as a young boy, some with his team, some with tío fernando, some with her abuela and abuelo and some with her mami.

when she recognised one of her and pedri, she let out a little giggle and called out to her dad.

“papi!” pedri turned from waving at one of the little boys from the local football club to his daughter when he heard her voice. she was pointing at the large wall of pictures and pedri smiled to himself as he walked over to her.

he pinched her cheek and pecked her forehead before bringing her from y/n’s arms into his own.

“eres tu.” (it’s you) her voice was still a bit unsteady when she spoke spanish but she did so with a smile on her face and her little finger pointed at the largest picture up there of him.

pedri nodded his head and then pointed to the one with him and mía. it was taken at the end of one of his games a few months ago. he was holding her in his arms, kissing her and tickling her and y/n couldn’t help but take a picture of the moment. she sent it to rosy because it was just too cute not to share with her.

y/n was surprised herself when she saw the picture printed and put up on the wall, but she thought it looked amazing up there. fernando had put this whole thing together by himself and she couldn’t stop staring at it.

when she last visited tenerife, the wall wasn’t as big as it was now. it only had a few pictures of the family, some of the restaurant and of tenerife.

it felt so surreal thinking about how far pedri has actually came in only a few years. he’s accomplished so so much at such a young age and y/n felt privileged to be able to watch all of his accomplishments with front row seats. she’d been with him since they were just a pair of silly little teenagers, and she hoped she’d be there for the rest of his achievements.

watching him interact with his daughter, their daughter, instilled a huge amount of gratification and admiration towards her boyfriend. she watched as he whispered to her about some of the pictures, showing her each of the different stages in his life. she watched as fernando asked him to stand for a few pictures and he did not let go of his little girl, but instead bought her with him into the pictures.

he was an amazing player, a great role model, an even better boyfriend, but overall, he was the best papi any little girl could ever ask for.

#pedri #barça #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #imagine

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carlsainz · 1 year

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𝟒 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 + 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 – 𝒏. 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒈

summary: nick being a girl dad.

pairing: girl dad!nick x reader

warnings: none (just fluff)

a/n: heyyyyy i’m finally letting this see the light after so many months and i really really really hope you like it.

edit: this is for @blankenlove !!

word count: 1,7k

Natalie van Blankenburg was born during the 22-23 season and it was the best thing that has ever happened to you and Nicky. She was the cutest little baby, smiley just like her father and calm like you. Everyone who visited her instantly fell in love with the tiny giggly girl with big brown eyes. Both your families were crazy for her and so were Nick's current and former teammates.

As expected, she was daddy's princess and Nicky – and you too, of course – would do anything for her.

1. When Nat spoke for the first time (9 months)

Natalie has always been a smart baby, to the happiness of her parents. At 9 months, she already sat by herself and liked to eat with her own little hands.

It hurt Nick to have to go to away games and leave his little girl’s side but he had to. They always did facetime calls, where Nat smiled the whole time seeing her favorite person and Nick did all kinds of things to make her keep laughing.

One day, after a specially long trip, Nat was sleeping with the teddy bear Nick gave her and was crying out of nowhere, probably missing her dad. However, the little one didn’t know her dad was on his way home.

When he arrived, she was asleep and it was the cutest scene, his little girl sleeping and hugging a teddy bear.

“We did a really good job, huh?” Nick said, a smile on his face.

“Definitely, she’s so special.”

“And beautiful just like you.”

You smiled and put your arms around him. “Don’t be silly, love.”

He only laughed very low and you kept looking at your daughter. When she woke up, the first thing she saw was Nick and you’ve never seen her happier, her little screams full of joy.

When it was time for her bath, of course it was Nicky giving it. Natalie loved to play with her toys and she was doing exactly that when she directed her big brown eyes to Nick and started staring and smiling at him.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Nicholas asked, smiley face. “Yes, it’s your dad, baby.”

She laughed and, out of nowhere, said “Dada.”

Nick’s eyes were wide open in surprise and he was shocked. “Hey babe, come here,” he shouted.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the bathroom, scared. “What happened?”

Nick was excited like a child and said to the baby “Go Nat, say that again. Dad.”

Natalie only laughed but managed to say “Dada.”

You smiled, feeling your heart twice his size and kissed Nick’s lips. You knew how much it meant to him and was so happy.

“I love how we carry them for 9 months for their first word to be ‘dad’,” you joked.

“Nah, it’s because she’s daddy’s little girl,” Nick said, his voice full of proudness.

You laughed and hugged him.

2. When she had a nightmare (2 years)

Nicholas suddenly woke up scared after hearing a low scream. He looked at you but you were still blacked out after having a very tiring day. Then he heard it again and it was coming from Natalie's bedroom. Quickly standing up, he ran to open your bedroom's door and then opened Nat's door, which happened to be in front of yours.

With just the bedside lamp on, Nick could see her little face soaked by tears and her unsteady breathing. He looked the whole bedroom to see if someone was there but couldn't find anything out of its place. Then, he sat on your daughter's bed and tried to wake her up delicately but as soon as his hand touched her head, she gasped in fear, sitting on the bed.

"Don't worry baby, it's just daddy," he said, in a soothing tone.

"Daddy I had a nightmare and I- I," she couldn't finish her sentence, throwing herself into her dad's open arms, her cry intensifying.

"That's ok, I'm here now and nothing bad will happen to you, I promise," he said, kissing her head and adjusting her in his arms. His heart was broken by seeing his little girl so scared.

"You want to talk about your nightmare?"

She just shook her head, still crying and Nicky nodded. They stood like that for long minutes, rubbing her back soothingly and singing her favorite music from Frozen until Natalie's cry faded and she was just sniffling, her little arms involving Nick's neck.

"Do you want to go back to sleep now, my love?"

"No."

"And what about watching cartoons?"

"Please, daddy."

"Let's go to the living room, we don't want to wake mommy up, right?" she just nodded, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

Nick adjusted her messy hair and kissed the top of her head with affection. Taking her little hand on his, he walked to the living room, where they comfortably sat on the sofa and they watched cartoons until Nat was asleep again and Nick could take her to her room again.

3. When she wanted a puppy (3 years)

Natalie has always wanted a puppy in secret. Silly her, because you and Nick would giver her one as soon as she opened her little mouth.

One day, at school, she drew her family in front of their house and a puppy close to them so she could see if it would work.

At home, later, she was telling you and Nicky about her day and then proceeded to show the drawing.

“That’s beautiful, princess,” you said.

“Whose puppy's that?”

“Ours!” she said, excited.

“Oh really?” Nick asked, glancing at you.

“Yes and his name is Woody, short for Woodruff just like uncle Mark!”

“He’s gonna love it,” you laughed.

“Do you want a puppy, Nat?”

“Yes, please.”

“Mommy, can we have a puppy?” Nick asked.

You pretended to think a little and finally said “Yes, we can.”

Nat started screaming in happiness and jumping on the living room while you and Nick just laughed together.

“Can we have a puppy now?” she asked.

“Just tomorrow, princess,” Nick replied.

She pouted but agreed and went to bed so ‘tomorrow comes earlier’.

You and Nick had already discussed adopting a dog for Natalie and the time finally has come. On the next day, a surprising saturday off for Nick, the three of you went to the dog shelter, Nat with her drawing in hand.

She was absolutely excited and looked at every dog there until she found the one. It was a shy dog that was away from others and, in Nat’s head, it was the perfect little buddy.

“Daddy, that’s Woody,” she said, pointing at the dog.

It was a fluffy golden retriever, small and cute.

“Oh, is it?”

“Yes!”

After all the procedures, you and the newest family member went back home and Natalie didn’t want to let Woody go, as if he would. There, a new friendship for life was born.

4. When all of you dressed as Harry Potter's characters for Halloween (4 years)

When Natalie was 4, Nick managed to get her addicted to Harry Potter movies and he read the books to her every chance he got. It was their thing, so it wasn’t surprising when she asked if they could get dressed as Harry Potter’s characters for halloween.

You were eating dinner together when she asked.

“Can we dress up as Harry Potter for halloween?”

Nick smiled and looked at you. “Of course we can, little miss.”

“Who would you want to be, Nat?” you asked.

“Luna!”

“So Luna you are,” Nick stated.

“Can we put a costume on Woody too?”

You laughed and just said “Yes.”

The team would host a party with kids allowed so it was their chance to dress up. Nat wanted to go as Luna, her favorite character, while Nick was Harry, of course, because of his glasses. You were Hermione, your favorite, and it was funny going on a search party for the costumes with Nat.

At the party, the children were the center of attention and Nick heard a lot of jokes about him being Harry. The fans loved the costumes and Nat was very happy knowing this was her idea. She even showed her friends at school the polaroid you got.

+ When William was born (5 years)

When Natalie turned 5, you discovered a pregnancy. You and Nick were over the moon with happiness but you were worried with Nat’s reaction.

After nearly 4 months, when your belly started showing, you decided it was time to tell her.

“Nat, mommy and daddy have something to say,” Nick started.

Her attentive brown eyes were focused on you in front of her.

“You remember how we said our love was so big you were born?” you continued.

She nodded and said “Yes.”

“So, our love has grown and,” you stopped and looked at Nicky, that gave you a loving and supportive smile. “And we are having another baby, you will have a baby brother.”

Nat was silent for some time and you started getting nervous. When she finally said something, you released the air you didn’t know was holding.

“Will he play with me like the kids at school?”

“Absolutely, once he gets older,” Nick said, smiling.

“And he’ll play with Woody too,” she continued, more excited. “Can he be here tomorrow?”

Nick laughed and caressed her hair. “No, princess, we’ll have to wait a few months.”

“How much?”

“5 months and he’ll be here.”

And that was what happened. After 5 months, William was finally born and you, Nick and your families were extremely happy with the new baby.

But Natalie was the most excited among all of them to meet the newest family member. When it was her turn to meet him, Nick helped her wash her hands and she sat on the sofa to hold him.

When Nick handed the baby to her, still half holding him, she saw her little eyes watering, his heart skipping a beat as he saw his two kids meeting for the first time. You, laying on the bed, were already crying.

“Hi baby,” Nat whispered, excited. “I’m your sister, Natalie is my name.”

You were smiling and ugly crying at the same time and so was Nick.

“We’ll be best friends and play a lot with mommy, daddy and Woody, you’ll love everything,” she continued.

Nat kept whispering to him and at some point, she kissed his little head and he made some baby-ish noises, making her laugh.

“Look daddy, I think he liked!”

“He definitely did, princess.”

And in that moment, you could swear you’ve never felt happier in your whole life.

#nick blankenburg #nick blankenburg x reader #hockey imagine #gabs writes #4 + 1

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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this time, next year - with luke hughes

Warnings: nothing.

Word Count: 2.6k +

← day six. surprise finale. →

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you two had met when he came out to visit jack before the season started after he graduated from highschool. you had also just graduated, and was in new york with your best friend, her mom and your's for your present. you two had been walking into the coffee bar at the hotel in manhattan when you guys bumped into one another. you nearly fell on your butt, but the strong, tall and lanky dude instantly out of reflex, grabbed your arm before you lost your balance. your best friend sasha, stood to your side and gawked. who was this cutie and how did he do that so fast? jack and quinn were with him, and smiled at their younger brother was instantly smitten. throughout both of their stays, they met up a ton at the hotel pool and restaurant with their family that they were with. you revealed that you'd be coming to new jersey in the fall to study Exercise Science and Kinesiology just like luke would be at the U of M. the two of you immediatley clicked, exchanging numbers and social media accounts. then your trip was over, before their's and you made your way back to boston where you and your best friend was from.

fast forward to christmas 2022, two years after they began to date long distance. you would drive or take the train to meet him at away games with sasha and your other friends. you two would meet up in michigan, new york, boston or the hughes lake house for various breaks; before the lake house was sold. you brought out the very best in luke, and vice versa. you brought him out of his comfort zone, no longer the shy hughes boy around people. the two of you were very smitten with one another but these past few months after the last time you saw one another in late august; was difficult. the two of you constantly bickering, going days without texting or facetiming. using academics, prior commitments and other things as different excuses. everything was just 'off'. both of your friend groups together and just as themselves, realized that you two were going through a rough patch. they knew you two loved one another, but it just all became too much all of a sudden. nothing was working, and collectively the friend group agreed - without telling the couple - that they thought they should take a break. they needed one, and at the very least they'd realize if they truly wanted to make the relationship work or not. hoping that this break, could solitidify the relationship and help them realize if they wanted to fight or not. because recently, they were exhausted and frankly over it.

you were in michigan at the hughes house in canton, one day before luke would be leaving, before he was heading off to nova scotia for iihf world jrs. you two were in the car, after getting dunkin and had just gotten into another argument. it was stupid and so blown out of proportion. but you two, knew that this dynamic was not working anymore. you two were oh so done with it, exhausted from fighting, exhausted from not coming to compromises or agreemants. for the first time since things started to go downhill, you were done. you looked at luke as you two sat in the drive way of his house. his hands finally unclasped the steering wheel, his knuckles no longer crimson white. you pulled some hair behind your ear and sighed, alerting luke. tears pooled your eyes as you looked over at him, and just by that expression; he knew. "i ca-can't keep doing this luke. i can't keep dreading every conversation we have, because i fear that it will just turn into an argument. i can't keep going back and fourth over nothing. i can't keep going days without hearing from you, and thinking that we are done. that you are just going to slip silently out of my life. i can't keep hoping for something that doesn't amount to anything." you sobbed, both of your hearts breaking.

luke sat their silently, looked down at his hands and stared. he couldn't look at you without crying. "i can't sleep, i can barely eat, ive been constantly getting sick the past few months. i i just am done, luke. im sorry." you confessed hunching over covering your face, and crying. your sobs broke his heart, and nodded in understanding. luke placed a hand on your back, rubbing it up and down, trying to comfort you. and then in a split second, you were in his arms as you both cried. you knew this was the end for the time being, for the near future. "i wanna say that there is hope for us but everday i wake up and don't feel hopeful anymore. and i can no longer force it." luke started, "i don't know if i can anymore. trying to force something that isn't their anymore. i love you so much y/n but i think we need some space for awhile. especially with me leaving after the season, i think it's time we step back for a bit." luke explained, and you nodded. you agreed wholeheartedly. the following few hours were spent in securing a last minute flight, now that you were no longer traveling to nova scotia with his parents. you were leaving that evening for boston, and soon enough you were at the airport.

you sat next tp luke as the two of you said your goodbyes, atleast for a year. luke much to his dismay, agreed that it would be best to wait until he was in new jersey full time to continue your relationship. he placed his hands gently on your face, "i love you so much y/n but am prepared to let you go, ok? i cant promise our future or your future, i can't say that we will be together in a year but please don't wait for me. please try to move on in some way, and i will try to do the same." luke said with tears streaming down his cheeks. you nodded, wiping your own. "i will, i promise." you said as your voice cracked, breaking both of your hearts. "i love you lukey i love you so much." you said before kissing with much passion and sorrow. you two pulled apart, resting eachothers forheads against one another's for a few seconds before you pulled apart. you sniffled, wiping your nose and hopped out. luke sat their looking out through the windshield, as you grabbed your suitcases and carry on. he watched as your dropped your bags off at the baggage check. that was the last time for a year, he'd be seeing you. it took him a minute and a traffic guy to yell at him through the window for him to drive off. he no longer saw your hair, or your bags. knowing you were gone from his life for the time being.

this time, next year - hopefully.

luke's first season in new jersey.

your family was staying at soho house in new york city, a 30 minute drive from newark where the hughes brother lived. your family was celebrating this year in new york, something the family hadn't done for years. there was something special about christmas in new york, especially when you had somebody to share it with. you smiled up at harrison her boyfriend of 8 months. his family being natives of the city, invited them over for christmas eve once they heard their plans to spend the week in nyc. harrison and her were currently in front of macys storefront, looking at the christmas windows and walking all over manhattan. popping in to different stores, all over downtown new york. they walked into ralphs coffee after walking from saks fifth avenue, down the street. they were standing in line to place their order as luke noticed a familiar laugh in the cafe. he instantly began to look around, and at long last, his eyes laid on you. jack finally caught on to where he was staring, and saw you. his eyes went wide, hitting luke in the chest. "ow, what was that for?" luke demanded shooting a glare at his older brother. "its y/n!!!" jack said freaking out, which luke rolled his eyes. "she's not alone." jack added quickly, and the family that included ellen, jim and quinn looked over at the same time. you felt eyes on you, looked past harrison and saw the family that you once though of as your own. your breath stalled in your chest, before you looked at harrison and shifted a bit, so he was now blocking you from their view.

you took ahold of harrison's hand, leaned up and pecked him. he smiled, wrapping his arms around your lower back, placed a quick kiss on your head before releasing you from his arms. "should we head over to the hotel next?" you questioned, and he nodded. you two ordered your usuals, and then moved over to look at merchandise waiting for your coffee. thankfully the coffee shop was next to the parking garage that you two had parked in and so it gave you a few minutes to linger in ralph lauren before harrison pulled the car up. you were looking at men's suit ties, hoping to find one last gift for harrison. you felt a familiar presence near you, and you looked up and jack and luke in the next aisle whispering rapidly. you sighed, walking off into another section hoping they would not follow. "y/n?" you heard luke from beside you. you looked up from the men's accessories, and took in all 6'2 of him. you swallowed nervously, before looking away. you adjusted your purse and bags, before feeling your phone ding with a text from harrison. "wait, y/n!" luke said as you were about to walk off. you stopped instantly, and slowly turned around to luke. you said a silent plea in his eyes, and you nodded already knowing what he was gonna say or ask. "little owl, tonight, 7:30 pm." was all you said before walking off.

once you got in the car, harrison grabbed your hand and put them in the middle console, and you smiled softly as you drove off towards the hotel.

it was now 7:30 pm, and you had just sat down and waited for luke. luke appeared in the small pub style restaurant and looked for you. he found you and made his way over. you stood up and he leaned over and hugged you. you didn't realized how much you missed the familiar wamrth, scent and now much stronger arms. he sat down across from you, and the waitress came up and asked for drink orders. you two ordered your usuals and a charcuterie board. you both felt comfortable right off the bat again, like it was only yesterday you two had been together. "how's school?" he questioned as you skimmed the menu, you looked up catching his eye. you looked back at the menu, blushing. "its good, going to be graduating early this year." you admitted and luke smiled. "you always were a smart cookie." he grinned, and you smiled. "yeah, uh thanks." you said shyly. "hows the season going?" you questioned, sipping the arnold palmer that was set down. he smiled widely, "its going great. awesome, really. having jack there has been amazing too." he said and you could feel the immesnse love and passion for his game, just by him being there. it was his aura, that lit up brighter than last time you saw him. "good good. " you smiled. luke cut right to the chase, "you moved on right? thats your boyfriend?" he asked. you nodded, anxiety rising. "yeah..harrison. he goes to nyu and is a finance major. we've been dating since april." you confessed. luke nodded looking down, "but i- i haven't fully moved on luke." you added and luke looked up with hope seaping through his eyes. "at the beginning he knew that he was simply a distraction a rebound, but obviously things have changed. things are different." you paused sipping your drink, "but that doesnt really change things." you sighed. luke felt hopeful. "have you moved on?" you questioned and he shook his head. you nodded, feeling like an ass. "dont feel bad, i just didnt meet anybody that i wanted to pursue something with." he now paused sipping his drink, "because i didnt want to move on from you and what we had. i haven't stopped loving you." he said place his hand near yours, and you looked down at it. in a split second, you took ahold of his. "i haven't either." you two said both now, on the brink of crying. "i havent moved on, i cant. i dont want to." you said sniffling. thankgod for this low lighting, making this moment a bit more intimate.

3rd pov.

the two spent the evening catching up, planning for when she could come visit newark and getting the families together for christmas. now she just needed to break up with harrison and that terrified her. luke pulled up to harrison's apartment in west village, and you sighed with nerves radiating through your body. "ill be here okay?" he confirmed and she nodded, and he gave her one last hang squeeze before she got out. she nodded and got out, and walked out towards the front door of the building.

she now stood face to face with harrison, knowing she lied to him. he had ended up in the same restaurant as her family and they thought that she was with him and vice versa. that's when her sister realized the promise from last christmas, and she said something along the lines of potentially meeting up with luke. "don't lie to me y/n." harisson demanded and she shuddered. she then shrugged, "its true. i did see my ex or i guess my boyfriend. i guess we really never broke up for good...." the girl trailed off mumbling to herself. "listen, dont even try to explain yourself or defend. just leave, ill send you stuff to your apartment." harrison said, leaving the room. she swallowed, making her way out of the apartment. and never looked back.

she and luke walked hand in hand in downtown westfield, which was 30 minutes outside of newark. luke and jack had found this area when looking for coffee one day and had come back during the fall. it was christmas morning and the two were heading to go find some coffee, before heading back to newark where his family plus hers would be celebrating the holiday. once the families had realized the two were back together; they without hesitant got together for christmas eve dinner, and caught up like old times. the two of them clearly smitten, and in their own world at dinner. it was like things had never changed

the two of them walked out the coffee shop hand in hand, as light snow began to fall. the young girl smiled up at the sky and swung their hands. luke smiled down at her, she was giddy as a kid. y/n looked at him and the two of them stopped, got closer so they were now chest to chest. "i love you lukey."she smiled inching her face closer to his. he smirked, "i love you too y/n/n." he stated placing his lips on hers. she smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, and spun her around. her giggling was intoxicating.

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