#like honey I'm really really upset right now have you considered Not laughing about it

[antxlss]

perfect little family

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

summary: you finally tell anakin you are pregnant with his child.

warnings: pregnancy

words: 1k

a/n: i’m hooked on the domestic family type thing now. request for anakin are open! as always, I hope you enjoy, much love! <3

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You were so nervous. You were more than nervous. Today was the day. Today was the you were going to tell Anakin he had gotten you pregnant.

Anakin noticed the nervousness on your face.

"Honey, are you okay? You seem so tense."

He placed a hand on your chin, turning your face towards him to look at it, with a concerned expression.

"Uh actually, I've been meaning to tell you something." You mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

"Oh.. What is it, honey?" Anakin said softly.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and gently held your chin, pushing it upwards to look into your eyes.

"What have you been meaning to tell me?"

"You have to promise me you won't get mad." Your eyes start to fill with tears.

"Of course, honey. Whatever it is, I promise to stay calm. Now, what did you wanna tell me?"

He spoke to you softly, trying to comfort you as your emotions started to show. Anakin took his hand off your chin and held your hands in his.

"I'm pregnant."

Anakin was taken off-guard for a moment.

"Excuse me?" He said, not sure if he heard you correctly.

His eyes went wide and he looked at you in shock.

"You're.. you're pregnant?" He asked again, the realization gradually dawning on him.

You just stand there, tears clouding your vision, wondering what your baby's father is going to say. If he'll be a part of their life, of your life.

Anakin just stared at you for a few more seconds in silence, the realization dawning on him.

Then, he pulled you into a tight hug, his eyes starting to water.

"Oh my goodness.. My god.. This is.. This is absolutely amazing! I.. I.. I'm gonna be a dad!" He said, his voice shaking with joy.

"I can't begin to express how happy I am.. How much this means to me." He added, holding you close.

You let out a chuckle of relief. You tightly hug Anakin back. It felt like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Anakin squeezed you even tighter.

"I can't believe this is happening.." He said in an unsteady voice.

"I mean, I guess I'm not too surprised, considering what we've been up to lately," he added, giggling.

"I just.. I'm so happy right now I can't even think." He said, while still squeezing you and holding you tightly to his chest.

"Me too. I thought you would be upset with me. That you wouldn't be here for me and our baby." You tell him.

"I could never, ever be upset with you, honey. You're everything to me. And so is our little one. I would never, ever abandon either one of you" Anakin told you, his gaze full of love towards you and the baby.

"I love you both more than I ever thought imaginable. I can't believe that I'll soon have my own child. My own flesh and blood. I'm the luckiest man in the world, to have such a wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, kind, caring, amazing wife and child." He added.

Your eyes widened. "Did you just say wife?"

Anakin blinked, thinking about his words.

"Well, I guess I just did," he answered, his gaze warm and loving.

"I mean, you are my wife, are you not?" He said, half laughing.

He looked you up and down, admiring your beautiful figure and how you carried the baby.

"I never really looked back, I guess. But you are my one and only wife, and I love you more than I can explain" Anakin continued, his tone tender and gentle.

"Is this your way of asking me to marry you Anakin Skywalker?" You smirked.

Anakin smirked back at you, and then shook his head.

"I do not need to ask you to marry me, my love. As far as I'm concerned, we have already been married. But.. I suppose I could make it official, if that's what you want."

He shrugged, while he leaned into you and kissed you softly.

"You know that I love you. And you know you're my one true soulmate, my one and only wife. We are married in all but name. But do you want that? You want me to ask you properly?"

"I would love that." You blush.

"Then, my love, I ask you, would you marry me?" Anakin said with a smile. He took your hand in his, and kissed the ring finger.

"Will you be my loving, dedicated, amazing wife? And will you keep being my one and only? We'll be together forever, my love, and nothing will separate us. I promise you that. We are one."

Anakin's voice was full of love and he gave you a tender and loving look, as he kissed your hand.

"I will. I love you. So much. More than you will ever know." You teared up once again.

Anakin smiled at you, his eyes filling with tears of joy.

"I love you more than words can ever express. You're my one and only, my love, and I'm yours. We were destined to meet. No one else in the whole galaxy could have filled my heart the way that you do."

He kissed you tenderly, his hand on your chin, and his other hand caressing your cheek.

"You are my dream come true." He added, his voice soft and emotional.

"I'm so glad you are my child's father. And my husband." You state, loving the way the new title rolls off your tongue.

Anakin smiled softly as he looked at you, his heart swelling with pride. The way you called him your husband sounded so right.

"I'm so glad that you're my wife. And that I'll be the father of our little one. We are truly meant to be together, you and I. And with this baby, our perfect little family is complete."

He pulled you into a gentle kiss, and held you close, placing one hand on your baby bump.

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker is hot #anakin star wars #anakin is a little shit #anakin skywalker x you #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin needs a hug #anakin one shot #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x female reader

[blood-orange-juice]

I want to overanalyze everything Arle says and how others interact with her. 4.1 spoilers ahead

(meanwhile Fontaine is the nation of human trafficking, actual slums exist and the law doesn't really apply to the wealthy)

She's very good at being unsettling. Half of what she says is a double-bind, she states things and the opposite of them at the same time. It's not even lies, she just rules out any possibility of truth. A conversation strategy the only goal of which is to throw people off balance. This creates a feeling that she might stab you right now in broad daylight or maybe give you a poisoned piece of cake.

A truly lovely woman.

Also an interesting parallel:

(first meeting with Furina and Arle's farewell to us)

Similar words but we understand what she meant each time, right? She's good. One has to constantly guess with her. It's your fault if you guessed incorrectly.

Demanding too much before she voices her actual request. The classics of bargaining. Again, she's good.

Traveler: "he would not fucking say that"

Personally, I think she's bullshiting to check our reaction. One of the best ways of getting information out of someone is to say a thing that is obviously untrue.

As a side note: interesting how hoyo are keeping the story suitable for all headcanons. Haters and indifferent people "know" that he had no chance of learning what food the traveler likes (their character doesn't interact with the boy that much). Shippers can "know" that we share Childe's love for spicy seafood and honey roast, not cake. Shippers who like cake can assume that she reads his letters. I also don't think he knows anything about Arle's taste in desserts, he's too self-centered for that. Anyway, lovely.

Alternative: it's a metaphor. This is obviously not a tea party, it's a battlefield. Childe would totally say *that*. But that's too subtle for most players, I doubt hoyo would do it.

Everyone who had read Tartaglia's actual letters to home stifled a laugh there. Anyone who has *seen* our dear boy really. He doesn't write about what he contemplates or feels, only about actions. Here's a headache medicine for our dear father. Please tell Anton that people in Liyue don't eat stones, it would be ridiculous. I'll take the first boat home once I've finished making a bloodbath out of this lovely city.

(a reminder in case anyone forgot)

So. Bullshiting again. Is she trying to check how close we are? Or to demonstrate that she doesn't, in fact, read his letters (even if she does)? I'm not considering the option that she's actually clueless, she's the Fatui spymaster after all.

(if she's trying to learn from us how to mimic his style to get to his family it would mean she's clueless and it would be bad writing)

Also I know that a lot of people are shouting "have you forgotten about the Vision??? stupid traveler, you have a proof that he's alive" and honestly I'm surprised. Why would we want to share *any* information with her? The traveler was visibly upset when Paimon blurted what she blurted. Also, yeah, let's tell a totalitarian country military official that her colleague recently gave one of his favorite weapons to an enemy of the state. Surely it will go swimmingly. That was intentional.

And then her farewell and her thanking us for helping the twins. Her unhingedness is suddenly gone. She might not be genuine but there's no double bind at least. She starts to say things that could be true or untrue.

Also this:

Not even a guess that the Gnosis could be used to power the Oratrice? After the Akasha terminal plot it's a pretty obvious option to anyone, would she really miss something like that?

Is she trying to push us to do something? It's hard for me to believe that she genuinely doesn't understand. But also she shares that info about a curse. Meh. I don't understand what's happening here.

#батя #arlecchino #childe #tartaglia #chilumi #lumine #aether #genshin lore #fontaine spoilers #genshin impact #fontaine tea party #fontaine #fatui #fatui harbingers

[nonranghaes]

heads up! mentions of a past abusive relationship (for reader). this should really go on wooahaes but i'm too lazy to format it rn and i need sleep so take this ig??? i might repost over there some other time....

there's things that are unfair about having a boyfriend like vernon. you think one of them is how pretty he can look when he's sleeping.

of course, he's still human. he ends up with messy hair, and sometimes he drools, and there's about a thousand other things you can list off about him when he sleeps... but he's still your boyfriend. and thus, every little 'flaw' he has is something you consider pretty on him. he would (and will, when he's in a sappy enough mood) say the exact same about you, to be fair. he shifts a little in his sleep, stretching and reaching for you.

you still remember overhearing him talk to his mom the morning after you slept in the same bed as him for the first time. it'd literally only been sleeping, but you heard him quietly say 'they trust me a lot,' to her while on the phone. he'd been unpacking breakfast. when she asked about it, he merely said "they fell asleep next to me. they've never done that before. i think... i think they trust me," in that pensive way, like he's thinking more than he's actually saying.

(i do, you told him later. trust you. i think i love you, too. and it'd been what made him say that he loves you for the first time--something he didn't expect to hear back without that 'i think' to protect yourself. you said it to him a few weeks later, and he teared up--although he'll always deny it when you bring it up now.)

"you're staring again." he pulls you out of your thoughts with ease, and his eyes meet yours in the low light. "what's wrong?"

you saw today's date. some birthdays never leave you, and that's true of the person who hurt you. the person you only told vernon about a few months ago in full, although he knew of the person's existence before then. you remember what that person said to you, too. that you didn't need anyone else aside from them...

"nothing," you say, and it's a half-lie. it'll bother you a little more, but you don't want to have this talk now. not when you're already starting to drift off, safe in his presence. vernon's good at protecting you from ugly feelings that settle into your bones like an unwanted guest. "we'll talk later, honey."

he gives you a uncertain look. "you only call me honey when you're upset."

(it's a mutual thing: he calls you either by your name or a casual dude any other time, and baby and babe and love of my life whenever he's trying to avoid a topic temporarily. the two of you communicate: vernon's good at making you feel safe in that, too.)

"right," you say. "we'll talk in the morning... homie."

it earns a crackling snort from him, and he smiles that cute gummy smile as he hides his face for a moment. "ah, really... god, you're such a dork sometimes, i swear."

"a dork who landed you," you always remind him. yet when his eyes meet yours a moment later, you feel something warm in your chest that washes away that ugly feeling all too easily. you reach out, holding his face. "i think... i won."

"you won?"

"you love me," you say. "my friends love me... i'm loved," you say quietly, and the feeling still feels a little foreign. you are loved, you repeat mentally for a moment: because they see you as you, not the broken mess you feel you are. "so i won."

vernon gets it soon enough, and he nods. "you won," he says quietly. "i'm glad you're here... homie."

you crack up, too, and he quietly laughs at his own little moment with you. his laugh and his smile always make you giggle, too, and he pulls you in to kiss you happily.

"i love you," he mumbles against your lips, "i love you, i love you, i love you--" and he keeps planting kisses against against and around your lips to punctuate every repeat of the phrase, before he draws back, satisfied after being struck with the need to be overly sappy. "alright?"

gone is that bitter feeling that once flashed through your veins and settled into your bones. all you feel now is love, soft and sweet, as you're so openly reminded that you're not alone. that the two of you shoulder these problems together. you won, you think, because you are alive and being loved and learning to love wholeheartedly again.

"yeah," you settle in to sleep, planning to keep to your promise of talking come morning. "i love you, too, you big sap."

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen x reader #nonranghaes.svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen x you #svt imagine #svt x you #chwe vernon fluff #chwe vernon x reader #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon angst #today is my abusers birthday and i hope he is choking rn :) #and i remembered today. that i am loved. that i am so loved. #i hope anyone tht can relate to this also feels loved bc hi i love u i dont care if im just a stranger #we're gonna keep moving forward together its ok. i'm holding ur hand. we're gonna keep going. #nonranghaes.vent

[vanfleeter]

fluffy dad!jake blurb 💙:

Remember Tommy's obsession with Winnie the Pooh?

Well, the family finally plans a trip to Disney World. Which means, Tommy has to meet Pooh.

So while everyone is occupied with their lunch, and Tommy scarfed down his food, he begs and pleads Jake to go find Pooh. "I want to Pooh to meet my Pooh! Daddy, please can we go now?"

Jake tells you that they'll meet up with everyone in Tomorrowland before standing from the table and grabbing Tommy's book bag. And off they go through the crowded theme park on a search for Pooh. Thanks to the app that Jake downloaded, he was able to locate Pooh.

Tommy pulls on Jake's hand, begging him to walk a little faster, "I don't want to miss Pooh! Come on!"

"I'm going as fast as I can." Jake chuckles. "But you better slow down or you're gonna trip. What have we said about moving fast when there's a lot of people around?"

Tommy huffs and stops in front of Jake. "We can trip and fall and hurt ourselves."

"Correct, now relax and slow down."

Tommy looks up at Jake, his brows furrowed and he points a stern finger at him. "If I miss Pooh because you made me walk, I'll be upset."

But yet he still runs, completely ignoring Jake's warning. Knowing how clumsy Tommy is, considering the fact that he's his kid, Jake kept close. And he is sure glad that he did. As Tommy rounds the corner, he steps on his shoelace that had come undone in his race to find Pooh. Jake rushes up quickly and snatches him up before he can hit the ground.

"And that is why we walk." He says.

"I would have been fine.." Tommy says as he roughly tugs his shirt back into place.

"Oh really? You want to tell that to your body as it flopped like a fish?"

"I get it from you.." Tommy says as Jake goes to tie his shoes.

Well.. He isn't wrong..

Finally they reach the spot and find Pooh catching butterflies. Tommy lets go of Jake's hand and runs up to the fence that borders the area. Jake picks him up, resting him on his hip--a decision he's going to regret later.

Tommy successfully grabs Pooh's attention, who then waddles over to the fence. "Hi Pooh!" Tommy excitedly says as he high fives Pooh. "Look! I brought my own Pooh!" He holds up the small stuffed Pooh. Pooh silently laughs and pretends to blush. "Daddy reads me your story every night before bed.

Tommy may be his kid, but he sure speaks animatedly like his Uncle Joshy. The excitement flows right out of the small body as he excitedly tells Pooh about all of the adventures that he and Jake go on every night before bed and how Uncle Sammy is going to try to experiment with floating with balloons like Pooh does to get honey.

But the time comes where they have to say their goodbyes. So after a couple pictures and one final hug and a high five, Jake is carrying the still energized four year old back through the park.

"Was it awesome?" Jake asks.

"Yes! It was so much fun!" Tommy says, throwing his arms in the air. "Now we can go ride the speedway! I'm finally tall enough to ride it!"

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fic #gvf #dad!jake #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka blurb

[vintagesuga]

Surprise Shawty - K.Taehyun

Genre: fluff

Pairings: Kang Taehyun x Gn!reader

Warnings: none

a/n: Happiest of birthdays to pookie. Just a little something cute for his bday. I'm not entirely happy with the ending, but 🤷🏻‍♀️. Also, not proofread!!

“Happy birthday!” Your cheery voice immediately greets Taehyun. Although he would rather have you here in person, a call would have to do.

“Thank you, honey.” Even though he heard your voice yesterday, Taehyun couldn't help but smile so brightly.

Phone calls. That’s become a staple these past few months, and regularly scheduled facetimes. With you being in the States and Taehyun being in Korea, the time zones were the biggest hurdle. It was currently 5:26 pm. on February 4th in Seattle, but for Taehyun, it was 10:26 am. on the 5th. It took some time to process the difference, but honestly, he'd consider himself an expert by now.

“How are your studies going?” Taehyun shifted in his seat, finding the best spot to hunker down. He was in a meeting room, using it for privacy while you two talked.

“There all right. I finished that paper I was talking about yesterday.” He heard shuffling on your end. No doubt you are getting comfy in bed. “But that's boring. What do you have planned for today?”

“Dance practice, and I think the guys wanted to take me out for dinner.” His eyes scanned over the barren room, a frown forming on his face. “I wanted to spend the day with you, though.”

“I really did try Tae,” you were quiet for a moment, “all the earliest flights were filled.”

“I know. I’m not upset, we can just do something when you visit.” The two of you continued to talk for a while longer. Just mindless conversation about anything and everything.

“I’ll let you get to sleep, hon. It’s getting late over there.” Taehyun spoke softly. You’d been quiet for a while, so he thought you might have already fallen asleep. He heard you hum before saying goodbye. Taehyun sighed. The long distance was really beginning to upset him. He couldn’t complain, though. You were only going to be gone for another 3 months.

For the past 9 months you had been living in Seattle, Washington, your course offered you a chance to study abroad for a year. Taehyun had been the one to convince you to go, saying how it was a great opportunity for you. Now he was feeling a bit lonely, though. You had never spent more than a few months apart.

Taehyun walked back to the practice room, and his mood only slightly improved. Talking with you always had that effect on him, lifting his sour moods with ease. He took up his previous spot, catching up with the others quickly. Joking and playing around like usual, Taehyun let himself be distracted. His mind focuses on the dance patterns rather than the hole in his chest.

Suddenly, the whole practice room was plunged into darkness. Soobin is the culprit standing by the light switch with a huge grin on his face. Yeonjun and Kai started the tone deaf symphony, Beomgyu grabbing hold of Taehyun’s shoulders. The room was filled with a poorly orchestrated happy birthday song, one of the staff members carrying the cake in. He smiled, letting everyone crowd around him. Once they finished, he closed his eyes, blowing out the candles. When he opened them, they had yet to turn back on the lights, Beomgyu had moved from behind Taehyun to behind the staff member. He was shaking the poor soul by the shoulders while everyone stood around them. Kai was trying his best not to burst out laughing.

Finally, someone had turned the lights on, the room flooded by the bright fluorescent lights. Taehyun squinted a bit before turning to thank everyone. The boys all had similar looks on their faces, all of them grinning widely at Tae. He thought nothing of it until he turned to take the cake. He paused. Then, the most blinding, humongous smile broke out on his face.

“Suprise!” You said through a laugh. Yeonjun quickly took the cake out of your hands only seconds before you were crushed between Taehyun’s arms.

“You made it!” Taehyun’s words were muffled as he spoke into your neck. ���But I thought you couldn’t catch a flight?”

“We bought their ticket a while back.” Beomgyu spoke up from somewhere behind you. A shit eating grin on his face. Kai had finally dissolved into nothing but incoherent noises on the floor, clutching his sides.

“You're welcome, by the way!” Yeonjun piped up from next to you both. A huge smile plastered onto his face as well. They all were just as happy to see you as Taehyun, but of course, his hugs came first.

Soobin had his priorities figured out as he munched on the cake. Sitting criss-crossed as he watched the cute reunion. Practice was soon forgotten as all six of you started chatting and catching up. Taehyun’s hand practically fused to your own, not letting you travel too far away from him. He couldn’t be happier. He had missed you, seeing you through a screen just not cutting it anymore.

He settled you into his lap as you continued your discussion with Beomgyu. His arms wrapped around your middle as he laid his chin on your shoulder. When Beomgyu shifted his attention to Soobin, Taehyun took his chance, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “Thank you.”

“It’s them you should be thanking. Yeonjun bought my ticket, Kai made sure I got here safely. Beomgyu paid for my hotel room, not wanting to ruin the surprise by letting me stay at my place. Soobin is the one who got you the next two days off.” You turned your head in Taehyun’s direction.

“Why can't you stay at your place?” He chuckled an amused smile forming on his face.

“Dude I don't know. He gave me this big speech that, honestly, I wasn't listening to.” You laughed, leaning back into Taehyun's chest.

This was the best birthday present he could have ever asked for.

©️vintagesuga Do not repost.

#tommorow x together #kang taehyun x reader #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #txt imagines #happy birthday taehun #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #txt kai #txt taehyun #txt beomgyu #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Steph's Crew - Part 21: Night to Remember

Intro:

And we're back at it again with the song titles lol. I thought HSM would be fitting for this one!

So, it's prom night! A lot goes down here... most of it is positive, though. Nice change of pace, right? Issues get resolved and everybody just has a good time!

I really hope you guys enjoy this one.

Bret and Rachel make up

(Bret comes home after school and immediately goes straight to his room instead of greeting his aunt Rachel like normal. And he stays there right up till dinner, when Rachel comes knocking on his door)

Rachel: Hello? Bret? Dinner's ready. Come downstairs, love.

(Bret lifts his head from his pillow and looks over to the door upon hearing Rachel's voice, but makes no effort to get up or respond to her)

Rachel: Anybody there?

(Still no response)

Rachel: Ok, I get that we're still in the "not talking" zone, or whatever. But you've got to come down for dinner before it gets cold. I've made a really nice shepherd's pie tonight! You'll love it! Come on. Consider it a peace offering.

Bret: Not hungry.

Rachel: Ok, now that's just impossible. (opens the door to find Bret sprawled upon his bed) You're always hungry.

Bret: Well then, I guess I'm just not in the mood to eat.

Rachel: Why?

Bret: I don't want to talk about it, aunt Rach.

Rachel: Is this to do with… what happened over the weekend? With your uncle's letter and that?

Bret: (sighs) Yes and no? I mean, it is about that… but it's turned into something more now.

Rachel: (sits on Bret's bed beside him) How so?

Bret: Me and El aren't talking.

Rachel: What? Honey, why?

Bret: Because.

Rachel: Um… what?

Bret: Well, lots of reasons. Look, aunt Rach, I really don't want to discuss it right now.

Rachel: … Ok. But you know, I'm always here for you if you do need to talk. About anything. Not just this.

Bret: I know. Bye.

Rachel: Bye?

Bret: Bye.

Rachel: What the- you're kicking me out now?! What did I do to deserve that?!

Bret: Nothing. I thought we were done with this conversation.

(15 MINUTES LATER - Rachel leaves Bret to mope for a while, but then comes back to his room, holding both their plates of dinner. Bret sits up on the bed, intrigued)

Bret: What are you-

Rachel: You clearly aren't coming down any time soon, so I thought I'd bring dinner to you.

Bret: You brought your plate as well.

Rachel: Of course I did, love. I like eating with you.

(Bret finds himself smiling at this comment, briefly forgetting how upset he is)

Rachel: And what's the point in slaving away in the kitchen for hours if I can't watch you enjoy the fruit of my labour?

Bret: Ah… so this is what this whole thing is really about, huh?

Rachel: (laughs) You got me!

Bret: (laughs) Alright, aunt Rach. I'll have some. Just so you get off my back.

(Rachel sits down beside Bret again and offers him his plate. Then they both start eating)

Rachel: So, you going to tell me what's going on with Elise, or what?

Bret: (sighs) It's… complicated.

Rachel: I bet it isn't THAT complicated.

Bret: She's upset with me because I had been avoiding her after she came round and overheard our fight about uncle Gordon's letter.

Rachel: Oh… that. That must've been such an awkward time for her, my gosh. Can't believe it even happened.

Bret: Yeah. Me too. And… I'm sorry it happened. I was just frustrated.

Rachel: I'm sorry it happened, too. (pauses) Why were you frustrated?

Bret: I don't know. (pauses) Have you ever been in a situation where you felt like no matter what you did or said, nobody cares? Like nothing you say matters at all. Your thoughts don't matter. Your opinions don't matter. Your feelings don't matter-

Rachel: My marriage to Gordon in a nutshell.

Bret: What, really?

Rachel: Yep. (pauses) Wait. Are you saying that I make you feel like that?

Bret: Not… ALL the time. But that day, I couldn't help but feel like you were kind of brushing my feelings off and invalidating them.

Rachel: Honey…

Bret: Look, I know you probably didn't mean to. And honestly, you're right. My hatred for uncle Gordon is probably not fair or rational. And even if he is indirectly involved in my parent's death, it's not right to just put all the blame on him for it.

Rachel: But?

Bret: I just think I have valid reasons for not liking him. And for wanting to spend as much time far, far away from him as possible. And I think you should, too. I mean, for one thing - he IS your ex-husband.

Rachel: (nods) That is very true, yeah.

Bret: Plus, every time he meddles with my life, or wants to have an active part in it, it goes off the rails somehow. I'm not even talking about losing mum and dad - he's been ruining my life for ages, now. Like the songwriting contest?

Rachel: Oh, yeah! Forgot all about that…

Bret: Could've won £5000 if it weren't for him…

Rachel: Alright, I get it. Your uncle's not always been the most helpful or reliable person in the world.

Bret: El made me realise that I've always kind of associated him with pain and loss in my head, and that's why I've never liked him.

Rachel: Well, Elise is a very smart girl. And a very kind person. She's just what you need right now.

Bret: (sighs) Shame I've completely blown it with her. (slumps on the bed)

Rachel: What do you mean? Come on, all you've got to do is say you're sorry. Explain your side of things.

Bret: I did. She's still mad.

Rachel: Why?

Bret: Because one of the people I went to see instead of El is- (doesn't finish the sentence)

Rachel: Who?

(Bret sits back up and continues to eat his dinner, not saying another word)

Rachel: Oh, I see. You want me to guess.

Bret: Please don't.

Rachel: Was it Dylan?

Bret: You're not going to get it, aunt Rach.

Rachel: Stevie? Was it Stevie? (gasps) I got it! Jason! Was it Jaso-

Bret: Steph. It was Steph.

Rachel: OH. (pauses) I was going to guess that next. Wait, you went to Stephanie? Isn't Elise friends with her as well?

Bret: Yeah, they're best friends. But that isn't even the worst part.

Rachel: It's not? Well, what is? (gasps again) You guys didn't have sex, did you?

Bret: What?! No! (pauses) Ew.

Rachel: Right, 'cause then I'd completely get why your girlfriend isn't speaking to you now. What happened then?

Bret: We got super drunk.

Rachel: That's it?

Bret: No… we almost kissed. But we didn't.

Rachel: (long thoughtful pause) Oh. Ok. Well, at least you two didn't actually kiss. It would've been proper awful if you did.

Bret: Yeah. May as well have done it, though. I still feel proper awful. And so does Elise, now that I've told her about it.

Rachel: And she's been avoiding you because of this. Hmm. Well, I stand by what I said before.

Bret: Ok. Remind me what that was again?

Rachel: All you've got to do is say you're sorry, and explain your side of things. You guys just need to stop avoiding each other and talk.

Bret: I guess.

Rachel: You'll work things out with her. You just need to take that first step, yeah?

Bret: Yeah. Thanks aunt Rach.

Rachel: Aw. Come here, sweetheart. (the two set their dinner plates aside and hug each other) I love you, dear.

Bret: I love you, too. And I love the shepherd's pie.

Rachel: YES! Told you I could cook!

Getting ready (for the night of nights)

(Alice and Mary are getting dressed up for prom in their bedroom. Alice is helping Mary with her hair. She is wearing a backless royal blue dress, while Mary is wearing a green strapless gown. They both look great, and they're clearly very excited)

Mary: Careful! Not too tight…

Alice: Sorry. Ok, done!

Mary: (looks in the mirror) Nice! Thanks, sis. I'm going to show Dylan! (runs out of the room)

Alice: But you promised you'd help me with my- oh forget it.

(Dylan, is in the living room with Elise. They are both already dressed and ready. Dylan is in a black suit with a blue tie, and Elise is wearing a light blue, off the shoulder dress with glittery accents)

Dylan: Tonight is going to be so good!

Elise: I know! I'm so excited.

Mary: (comes running in) Hey, guys!

Dylan and Elise: Hey!

Mary: Oh, my gosh. You two look amazing!

Elise: Aw, thanks!

Dylan: You don't look too bad yourself.

Mary: (blushes) Really? Thank you! Alice helped me with my hair.

Elise: Well, she did a great job!

Dylan: Yeah, looks great. Where is she?

Mary: In the bedroom still. Oh, crap! I forgot I was supposed to help with her makeup! I should get back to that. Bye, guys. (leaves the living room)

Dylan: Uh, bye. (to Elise) That was weird…

Elise: Oh, she's just excited. Don't mind her.

(10 MINUTES LATER - Everyone is ready, and Alice's dad, Victor, has agreed to drive Alice, Dylan and Elise to their prom, while her mum, Jenna has decided to drive Mary to her prom. They are now all outside taking pictures)

Jenna: Say cheese!

Alice and Mary: Cheese!

Jenna: (takes picture) There we go! (looks at the photos) Aw, my girls look beautiful.

Alice: Let me see!

(While Jenna shows Alice the pictures she took of her and Mary, Mary sneaks up behind Dylan with her phone)

Mary: SELFIE!

Dylan: AH!

(Mary takes a picture of herself with Dylan screaming beside her. Elise comes over and takes a look. She bursts out laughing)

Elise: (giggling) That is a keeper right there.

(Eventually everyone heads back inside the house)

Dylan: We should probably start thinking of making our way soon.

Alice: Yeah, you're right. Wait, M. When does your school's prom start again?

Mary: (checks the time on her phone) In about half an hour.

Alice: Then you should head off first. Go get mom.

Mary: Will do! (leaves the room)

Elise: Hope you have fun, Mary!

Mary: (from the corridor) See you guys later!

(Soon, Mary leaves with Jenna. Dylan, Alice and Elise hang out in the living room, laughing and chatting together, when all of a sudden, the doorbell rings)

Alice: Are either of you expecting someone?

Elise: Uh, no.

Dylan: Mmmm. (thinks for a minute) Who wants to get it?

Alice: You should get it, Dylan. You're closer to the door.

Dylan: What?!

Alice: You heard me.

Dylan: (sighs) El? Would you get the door?

Elise: Sure, Dylan. (leaves)

Alice: Why can't you get the door, Dylan?

Dylan: Didn't want to get up.

Alice: You're literally the only person in here that isn't wearing heels…

Dylan: Whatever. (pauses) Do you really want to see who's at the door, too? Or is it just me?

Alice: (smiles and nods) Come on. (stands up and grabs Dylan's arm) Let's go see.

(They make their way to the front door and find Elise still standing there, clearly shocked at who it is. It's Bret, already dressed for prom as well. He's wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie)

Alice: Hey, girl. What's going on?

Elise: I, um- Look who's here, guys!

Bret: Hey!

Dylan: What's up, man?

Bret: Nothing much.

(There's an uncomfortable silence within the group. Bret and Elise have their eyes fixed on each other, unable to think or speak or look away)

Alice: (whispers to Elise) So, we gonna let him in or what?

Elise: (out loud) Oh, yeah! Yeah, come in.

Bret: Cool. (gets inside) You guys all look great, by the way.

Elise: So do you.

Alice: (teasingly) Oooooh…

Elise: Shh! (whispers to Alice and Dylan) Neither of you guys invited him?

Alice: (whispers back) Of course not!

Dylan: Don't be angry.

Elise: It was you?!

Dylan: No! I mean… I didn't invite him. But I had an inkling that he'd stop by.

Elise: You did?

Alice: How?

Dylan: Let's discuss it later.

Alice: HOW?

Dylan: Have you girls forgotten that he's literally standing right behind us?!

The talk

(Slight rewind to Elise answering the door. She is shocked to see who it is)

Elise: Bret?

Bret: Hey.

Elise: Uh… hey.

(Neither know what to say next)

Elise: Wha-er. Why are you-

Alice: (pos up unexpectedly) Hey, girl. What's going on?

Elise: I, um- Look who's here, guys!

Bret: Hey!

Dylan: What's up, man?

Bret: Nothing much.

Alice: (whispers to Elise) So, we gonna let him in or what?

Elise: (out loud) Oh, yeah! Yeah, come in.

Bret: Cool. (gets inside) You guys all look great, by the way.

Elise: So do you.

Alice: (teasingly) Oooooh…

Elise: Shh! (whispers to Alice and Dylan) Neither of you guys invited him?

Alice: (whispers back) Of course not!

Dylan: Don't be angry.

Elise: It was you?!

Dylan: No! I mean… I didn't invite him. But I had an inkling that he'd stop by.

Elise: You did?

Alice: How?

Dylan: Let's discuss it later.

Alice: HOW?

Dylan: Have you girls forgotten that he's literally standing right behind us?!

Bret: You guys alright?

Alice: Yeah, yeah. We just weren't expecting you.

Bret: Right… I probably should've called or something. But I did mention to Dylan tha-

Dylan: NOTHING. You mentioned nothing to me.

Bret: But we texted last night-

Alice: Dylan, what is he talking about?

Dylan: You know what, Alice? I think that you and I should go to the kitchen. Get some prosecco or something.

Alice: Oh, but I don't pregame.

Dylan: Then let's just go to the kitchen and do nothing. (takes her hand) Come on!

Alice: Why, though?

Dylan: 'Cause I said so.

Bret: Can I come?

Dylan: NO! You stay here with El. Come on, Ally. (they both leave)

Bret: Weird…

Elise: Yeah. So…

Bret: So… look at you!

Elise: (chuckles) Oh, stop.

Bret: You literally look stunning.

Elise: (blushing) Thanks, B. But why are you here?

Bret: (avoids the question) Light blue is actually your colour.

Elise: (shakes her head, but can't help but smile) Oh my gosh…

Bret: You look… ethereal. Did I use that word correctly?

Elise: Uh, yeah.

Bret: Ok, good.

Elise: You didn't answer my question, though.

Bret: Right! Remind me what that was again?

Elise: Why are you here?

Bret: Oh.

Elise: I mean, you weren't invited. Not saying you're not welcome, or anything. It's good to see you. I just didn't think you'd come over.

Bret: Well, I wanted to see you.

Elise: How did you even know I'd be at Alice's place, anyway?

Bret: Dylan told me.

Elise: So he DID invite you.

Bret: No, it was my choice. He just told me you'd be here.

Elise: Oh. 'Kay.

Bret: You sure you're happy to see me? 'Cause you're not exactly acting like you are…

Elise: (sighs) I don't even know how I feel anymore. (sits on the sofa)

Bret: (sits beside her) What do you mean?

Elise: I don't know. Part of me feels like I'm overreacting. I mean, I asked you for honesty and you gave it to me. I should be able to handle it, right?

Bret: I mean, it's ok if you are upset. You have every right to be.

Elise: I just feel like I'm always stuck in the middle… while also being constantly left in the dark. I'm not even specifically referring to you here - I've felt this way for pretty much my whole life. You get used to people keeping things from you "for your own good." And you kind of get left to the side to figure out how to deal with things all on your own. Half the time, you're not even sure you're doing it right.

Bret: Are you talking about your parents?

Elise: (nods) Kind of. I love them, and I know they love me. But I never felt like I could talk to them about anything… except schoolwork, I guess. And they're really protective. Parents want their kids to feel safe and happy all the time. My parents kind of go out of their way to shield me from things… sometimes, they'd even lie to me. And you know, if there are problems going on around you, they eventually come to light in some way or another. Kids are impressionable, but they aren't stupid.

Bret: You know, the more you talk about how you and your brother grew up, the more I wonder how he ended up the way he did… like, he's so different from you.

Elise: It doesn't surprise me too much. Adam's always been a bit of a rebel.

Bret: Huh.

Elise: I think the reason I value the relationships I have outside my house is because when I'm with my other friends, it's the only time in my life that I don't feel this way. You know, like everyone around me is trying to coddle me? I'm appreciated as I am, and I'm seen as a mature and sensible person capable of making their own choices. You avoiding me because you didn't want to hurt me…

Bret: It reminds you of how your parents treat you.

Elise: Yeah. I guess that's the main reason I was so upset about it.

Bret: Man… I had no idea it was that deep.

Elise: Well, how could you? It's not something I really talk about. I don't want to make it seem like my parents are soooo terrible… I love them so much! They're such amazing people. I just… I don't want my friends to treat me like I'm some fragile, broken thing that needs protection all the time. And I don't want my boyfriend to treat me like that either.

Bret: (smiles) Message received.

Elise: Yeah?

Bret: Yep. I'll try not to let it happen again.

Elise: (smiles) Cool.

Bret: I'm sorry I messed up, El. That's why I'm here. To tell you to your face that what I did was wrong, and that I'm sorry. And that I feel like an idiot for not going to you sooner. And that I missed you, and I hate it when we're not talking.

Elise: I missed you, too.

Bret: Promise me we'll never let things get this bad again.

Elise: Of course. I promise. I hate not talking to you, too.

Bret: Cool. So, we're good?

(Elise doesn't say anything back, but she leans forward and kisses Bret on the lips. Bret kisses her back)

Bret: Should I take that as a yes?

Elise: We're good, yeah. (giggles) You want to go join the others in the kitchen and do nothing with them for a while?

Bret: (smiles) Let's go.

(The two get up and leave the room hand in hand)

Party time!

(Alice's dad, Victor, drops the crew off at the prom venue. Many of their classmates and friends from school are already there, taking pictures out in the gardens. At the entrance, there are a few teachers handing out purple wristbands. Alice notices this and walks over to them, curious)

Alice: Hey, Mr Leon! Hey, Mrs Brown!

Mr Leon: Alice! You look lovely!

Mrs Brown: That dress looks amazing on you Alice!

Alice: Thank you! Uh, so… what are the wristbands for?

Mr Leon: Oh, these are for the 18-year-olds. So the guys at the bar know who they can sell drinks to.

Alice: So… I'm not getting one, then.

Mrs Brown: I'm afraid not, Alice. Sorry.

Alice: I hate being a summer child sometimes… (walks sadly back to her friends and prom date) Why does my birthday have to happen right at the END of the school year?!

(Several pictures later - Alice, Bret, Dylan and Elise enter the building with the rest of their classmates and friends. Alice and Dylan find a table, and Elise eventually joins them. Some upbeat music is playing, but nobody is dancing yet)

Elise: Everybody looks so good, oh my gosh…

Alice: Yeah. Shame everybody's being so boring, though.

Dylan: How do you mean?

Alice: Well, we're all just sitting down.

(Bret comes back with some drinks)

Bret: Found the bar!

Elise: We knew you would!

Bret: This one's for you, (passes one to Elise), and for you, (passes one to Dylan), and me! (sits down beside Elise)

Dylan: Thanks, man!

Alice: What about me?

Bret: Crap, I knew I forgot something! (stands up)

Elise: It's ok, Ally. You can have mine. (passes her drink to Alice)

Alice: Thanks, girl.

Bret: I'm still buying you another one, El. (leaves)

Elise: (calls after him) I know you will!

Dylan: You know what, Ally? If things don't pick up any time soon, we can always resort to plan B.

Elise: What's that?

Alice: Dylan and I choreographed a dance.

Dylan: Well, technically Mary choreographed it. But Ally's a way better dancer than she is.

Alice: I'm telling her you said that.

Dylan: (laughs) Shut up!

(Bret eventually returns with Elise's drink, as well as some snacks from the canteen nearby. Soon, "OMG" by Usher starts playing)

Alice: I think now's a good time for plan B.

Dylan: (smiles) May I have this dance?

Alice: (stands up) You may!

(The two head over to the dance floor and perform an incredibly impressive hip hop dance routine that gets their friends and fellow classmates and teachers pumped up. Once the song is over, everyone is on the dance floor and joining in on the party)

Bret: You want to dance with me, El?

Elise: Oh, no thanks. I'm good.

Bret: Oh, come on. Don't you want to have fun?

Elise: I'm having fun!

Bret: But you're not doing anything…

Elise: Sure I am. I'm eating your food. (she deliberately takes a snack from his plate and eats it)

Bret: Hey! I'm being serious. You've barely touched your drink. Or any of your food. You sure you're ok?

Elise: What are you talking about? I'm fine! See? (takes a sip of her drink, struggles to swallow) Man, why do people enjoy alcohol?

Bret: I think people just get used to it, you know? They drink it so much that they forget that it's bad. Or it eventually starts to taste good to them, or something…

Elise: Hmmm.

Bret: You sure you don't want to dance?

Elise: Yep.

Bret: Why?

Elise: I'm just not in the mood, bro.

Bret: Ugh… fine. I guess I'll just have to go and dance by myself… (starts to walk away) All alone…

Elise: Have fun!

Bret: Soooo lonely…

Meghan: Hi, Bret! Do you want to dance with me?

Bret: (smiles) Sure! (takes her hand)

(The two go join the others on the dance floor. Elise watches them leave)

Elise: (rolls her eyes, murmurs to herself) Git.

(A few dances later, Elise and Alice go to the photo booth together and take a lot of fun pictures with crazy props)

Alice: (laughs) Ok, let's do one more set, with the cowboy hats.

Elise: (smiles, puts her hat on) Tonight's been really fun, hasn't it?

Alice: Well, yeah. For me. But you've barely done anything…

Elise: Oh, come on. I've done a few things.

Alice: I had to beg you to do THIS with me!

Elise: I know! I just… I guess I'm not much of a party person, that's all. I'm sorry.

Alice: You're not still upset with Bret, are you?

Elise: No, no. It's not that. It's just… I don't know. I just feel uncomfortable. I don't know why.

Alice: Well, whatever it is, you've got to at least try to loosen up, alright? Tonight is supposed to be fun! And after everything we've all been through this year, we deserve to have at least one night to just forget about our troubles and have a good time.

Elise: You're right. I'll try and let it go. (sighs) So, let's talk about you.

Alice: What about me?

Elise: Is there anything going on with you? And Dylan, maybe?

Alice: What are you- no! Nothing's going on with him.

Elise: 'Kay. You sure, though? 'Cause it looked like there was something.

Alice: There really isn't, El. He and I agreed to go to prom together as friends. That's all we are.

Elise: I know. I just… it seems like he likes you as more than that.

Alice: (slowly realising) It… does, doesn't it?

Elise: Yeah. And this is coming from somebody that sucks at picking up on those kinds of things. He's into you.

Alice: (shakes her head) Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.

Elise: Well, how do you feel about him?

Alice: I dunno… I mean, he's my friend, isn't he? I've never really seen him as anything other than that.

Elise: Come on… really?

Alice: Yeah! Don't get me wrong, though, he's super nice. And tall… and I guess he's pretty decent-looking, too. Like, he's pretty cute.

Elise: Plus, he's athletic. So you know he's fit.

Alice: Yeah! And he's an incredible friend. I don't know whether it's because he's been staying at my place for a while now, or what, but I feel like I can literally talk to him about anything. And that's pretty special, you know? I don't have that kind of bond with many people in my life, and it's nice to have that with him.

Elise: Right. And you don't want to get with him because…

Alice: Well, dating always complicates things!

Elise: Oh, that's not true!

Alice: Isn't it?

Elise: Sure it isn't! (pauses) Wait. Let me think of a good example…

Alice: I don't want things to change, El. My relationship with Dylan is fine as it is. Plus, my sister would hate me…

Elise: What do you mean?

Alice: Mary's obsessed with Dylan. Like, she's in love with him.

Elise: But Dylan doesn't like Mary, Alice. He likes you.

Alice: How can you be so sure?

Elise: What, aside from the fact that he asked you to prom?

Alice: As friends!

(Eventually, the girls stop arguing and finish taking their photos. They head back to their table and join Bret and Dylan. Alice sits beside Dylan on one side of the table, and he shows her some pictures he took on his phone. Elise sits beside Bret)

Elise: (smiles) Bret! Hi.

Bret: Hey. (puts his arm around her as soon as she sits down)

Elise: So, how was Meg?

Bret: Good, good. Way too bouncy for me, though. I would've had more fun with you.

Elise: Aw, good answer. (rests her head on his shoulder)

Bret: (kisses her forehead) El, why don't you want to dance with me? You're not still upset about before, are you?

Elise: No! Honest.

Bret: Is there something wrong?

Elise: It's just… this is not my usual scene. I've never been much of a party person, you know that. Like, I usually sit by myself during parties and things.

Bret: I know, but this is prom!

Elise: It's not just that. I also suck at dancing. And you know me, I don't feel confident doing something unless I know I can do a decent job at it.

Bret: Ah…

Elise: I guess I just overthink everything when I'm in settings like these… I don't allow myself to relax and have fun 'cause I'm just constantly worried that I'm not doing it right.

Bret: I see. Well, the good thing is, there is no set way of having fun correctly. Everybody enjoys different things. Like, to you, your definition of fun is staying up really late and reading fantasy novels.

Elise: (nods) That does sound like fun to me!

Bret: But to me, that sounds like a mental breakdown waiting to happen.

(Elise bursts out laughing)

Bret: What?! I need my sleep! And if I wanted to enjoy a fantasy story, I'd just rewatch the Dragon Hunter franchise from scratch.

Elise: Ugh, you and that series…

Bret: It's a good series, El.

(A slow song starts playing)

Dylan: You want to dance with me, Ally? (extends his hand to her)

Alice: (blushes) Ok, then. (takes his hand and leaves the table with him)

Elise: Yes, get it!

Alice: (embarrassed) Ok, that's enough…

Elise: (giggles) Have fun, you two.

Bret: Can we dance, too?

Elise: I don't know…

Bret: Don't overthink it. Just relax and have fun.

Elise: (smiles) Alright, then. Let's go.

(Both pairs take to the floor and dance. Dylan and Alice start talking)

Alice: So this is nice.

Dylan: Yeah, it is. I love dancing with you.

Alice: (blushed) Likewise. You're my favourite dance partner ever.

Dylan: But I'm not a trained dancer like you.

Alice: That's one of the reasons why I like you the most! I'll always be the better dancer when I perform with you.

Dylan: Bruh-

Alice: (laughs) No, but seriously, you've got skills. You're super talented for someone that doesn't take lessons or anything.

Dylan: Yeah?

Alice: Yeah!

Dylan: You're too kind. (smiles) I bet you're just saying that to be nice.

Alice: No! I actually mean it.

Dylan: You're still better than me, though.

Alice: Well, yeah. Of course I am. But you're almost as good as I am, if it makes you feel any better.

Dylan: Oh, shut up…. no I'm not. You're honestly one of the best dancers I've ever seen.

Alice: (blushes) Oh, stop it.

Dylan: I mean it, honestly. Watching you dance is like, my favourite thing to do. Aside from playing video games. Or football.

Alice: You're so sweet, Dylan.

(The two slowly lean in, and are just about to kiss, before Alice feels a sudden wave of nausea and dizziness)

Alice: Oh, my God… (rubs her temples)

Dylan: What's wrong?

Alice: I don't feel so hot.

Dylan: What do you-

(Alice runs off before he finishes his sentence. Bret and Elise, who were dancing nearby, notice this, and they stop what they're doing to go and check on Alice with Dylan)

The End of Year Awards

(Alice is back at the table with her friends, and she's feeling a lot better. She threw up because she had a bit too much to drink… after she drank Elise's cup, she finished Dylan's and then Bret bought her a second cup. She decides not to dance anymore and to just sit and rest for the remainder of the evening. The others insist on staying with her)

Alice: Thanks again for your help, guys.

Elise: Of course! We'll always be here for you.

Alice: You know I'm going to be fine here, right? Like, you don't need to stay here with me. You don't have to stop dancing just because I did.

Dylan: Are you kidding me? We are not leaving your side. (takes her hand)

Bret: How are you feeling now?

Alice: Mostly ok. My tummy feels weird, though. And my head hurts like hell…

Bret: (nods) That'll be a million times worse by tomorrow, yeah.

Alice: How reassuring. Thanks, Bret.

Bret: (pats her shoulder in support) No problem!

Headmaster Stein: Hey, everyone! Thanks so much for coming. Are we having a good time?

(Everyone cheers and claps in response)

Headmaster Stein: Great to hear! I'm sorry to say that it is nearly 11, which means that we'll be wrapping prom up very soon… but not before we start handing out the end-of-year awards!

Bret: This should be good… bet I won't win anything, though.

Headmaster Stein: First of all, "Most Likely to Win X-Factor…"

Elise: Oh, come on, B. You could win this one.

Bret: But I'm a terrible singer!

Elise: No, you're not…

Headmaster Stein: The winner is… Meghan Holliday!

(Everyone applauds Meghan as she gets up to receive her award. She gives a quick thank you speech and sits back down with her friends and Jason, her date)

Elise: Meg is a pretty good singer, though.

Bret: Plus, she shares a last name with one of the most iconic jazz artists in jazz history.

Headmaster Stein: "Most Fashionable Student…"

(A few minutes of awards later…)

Headmaster Stein: "Most Likely to be on Jeremy Kyle."

Dylan: (to Bret) Ok, man. This is the one for you!

Bret: I'll take what I can get at this point, let's go.

Headmaster Stein: Bretton Carter!

Bret: YES!

(He takes the stage and accepts his award with a smile. Then, he begins his speech)

Bret: You guys voted wisely! Most likely to be on Jeremy Kyle… Yo, that’s quite an achievement. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be on the most thrilling and educational show on TV?

(Everyone laughs)

And I think I'll end it here… only because this is getting really, really long lol. I have more prom scenes (and Elise, Alice and Dylan all won awards, too! They got "Best Academic Student," "Most Improved Student" and "Most Likely to Win an Olympic Medal" respectively), but this is the basic gist of how the night went for these kids. They had fun! (I'm glad. They all really deserve it!)

Bret and Elise have made up (but they haven't really discussed Steph at all… that will be covered next time), and he has also patched things up with his aunt. And Alice and Dylan seem to be getting closer as well. I love writing cute shippy moments so much lol. But I also love showcasing the close friendship that these characters have. I think that's why I loved writing this part most of all… it's nice to just write this group of friends just having a good time together as friends.

Next time, we're going to be finding out what Steph got up to while her besties were dancing the night away. Stay tuned!

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Our Perfect Family

Ryan trudged up the steps to his house, tears stinging his eyes. He opened the front door and dropped his backpack on the floor with a thud before collapsing onto the living room couch.

"Rough day?" his mom Lena asked, walking into the room. One look at Ryan's defeated posture and quivering lip told her everything she needed to know.

"Oh sweetie," Lena said sympathetically, sitting down next to him. "What happened?"

Ryan looked down, fidgeting with his hands. "Some kids at school were making fun of me for having two moms," he mumbled.

Lena felt a flare of anger at the bullies who had hurt her son, but she pushed it down, knowing Ryan needed comfort more than revenge right now.

"I'm so sorry. Kids can be really mean sometimes," she said, rubbing Ryan's back. At 14 years old, Ryan was a lanky, shy boy who tended to be reserved around new people. Lena knew he must have been really upset to be crying like this.

"They said it wasn't normal and that I didn't have a real family," Ryan choked out, a sob catching in his throat.

"Oh honey, that's just not true," Lena said firmly. "We are a real family, and we all love each other so much."

Just then, the front door burst open and Kara came bounding in, still dressed in her Supergirl outfit with her cape fluttering behind her.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, there was a four-alarm..." Kara stopped short when she saw Ryan crying on the couch. In a split second, she had changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was by his side.

"Ryan, what's wrong?" she asked, blue eyes wide with concern. Lena quickly explained what had happened at school.

"Some stupid kids said we weren't a real family because Ryan has two moms," Lena finished, shaking her head angrily.

Kara's face clouded over. "That's ridiculous," she declared, putting her arm around Ryan's shoulders. "Of course we're a real family. There are all different kinds of families, with all different types of parents, and they're all real."

Ryan looked up at his blonde-haired Mom, sniffling. "Why do I have to be different though? Why can't I just have a normal family like everyone else?"

Kara and Lena exchanged a knowing look. They'd always known this day would come, when Ryan realized that his family structure made him stand out from the other kids.

"Oh Ryan," Kara said gently. "I know it's hard being different. But our family isn't normal - it's special. We have twice as much love as a family with just one mom and dad."

Ryan considered this for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that's true," he admitted.

"You know, when I first landed on Earth, I felt different too," Kara said. "I had these amazing powers that no one else had. And I came from a whole other planet."

Ryan nodded. He always loved hearing stories about his Mom's origins on Krypton.

"At first I hated feeling different and just wanted to fit in," Kara continued. "But eventually I realized my differences are what make me who I am. And over time, I found people who appreciated me for exactly who I am."

She squeezed Ryan's shoulder and smiled at Lena, who was listening intently.

"Some people may see our family as different, but it's our differences that make us special," Kara told him. "Never forget how much your Mama and I love you."

"Your Mom's right," Lena added. "We may not be a typical family, but we're perfect just the way we are. Don't ever let anyone make you feel like we're not real."

Ryan looked back and forth between his two moms, finally managing a small smile. "Yeah, okay," he said.

Kara ruffled his hair affectionately while Lena leaned over to kiss his forehead. No matter what anyone said, this was his family, and he wouldn't trade them for anything.

Over the next few weeks, Ryan tried not to let the bullies' comments about his family get to him. But one day, the taunts went too far.

Ryan was walking down the hallway at school when three bigger boys cornered him.

"Hey, it's the kid with two moms!" one said with a sneer. The others laughed.

Ryan's heart sank. "Just leave me alone," he muttered, trying to push past them.

But the boys blocked his path. "Aww, what's wrong? Missing your mommies?" another taunted.

Ryan felt his face grow hot. "Stop it. That's not funny."

"I bet you don't even have a dad because your moms are too busy kissing each other," the third bully said, making kissing noises.

The whole hallway was laughing now. Tears pricked Ryan's eyes. That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He shoved the lead bully, hard.

"Shut up!" Ryan yelled.

The bully staggered backwards, then regained his footing and shoved Ryan back, slamming him against the lockers. "Don't touch me, freak!" he spat.

A crowd was gathering now. "Freak, freak!" the bullies taunted as Ryan struggled to get free, tears running down his cheeks. He had never felt so powerless and ashamed.

Just then, a familiar figure pushed through the crowd. "Let him go, now!" Kara ordered, eyes blazing behind her glasses. The boys immediately backed off.

Kara rushed to Ryan's side. "Are you okay sweetie?" she asked gently. Ryan nodded shakily.

Kara turned to face the bullies, who were now looking nervous. "If I ever see or hear about you bothering my son again, you will answer directly to me. And trust me when I say that's not something you want."

The boys muttered apologies and quickly dispersed. Kara crouched down and hugged Ryan as the crowd dissipated around them.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get here faster," she said. "But I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself."

Ryan sighed. "Can we just go home now, Mom?"

"Of course," Kara said, standing and putting an arm around his shoulder. As they walked out of school, Ryan finally allowed himself to feel safe again.

Later that night, after Lena and Kara had been filled in on the day's events, the family curled up on the couch together.

"I'm so glad I have superpowers so I can protect you from bullies, even if I can't be there every minute," Kara said, kissing the top of Ryan's head.

"And I'll always be just a phone call away if you need me to come handle things," Lena added.

"I know," Ryan said. "I really am lucky to have both of you."

"And we're lucky to have you," Lena said.

"Group hug!" Kara declared, pulling her wife and son in tightly. Ryan laughed as he was smushed between his enthusiastic moms.

No matter what anyone said, this right here was his family. They might be different, but they were definitely real.

The day of Ryan's first high school dance came quicker than anyone expected. He had been nervous for weeks about not only attending his first dance, but asking anyone to go with him.

"What if no one wants to go with the boy with two moms?" he fretted to his parents.

"Are you kidding? You're the most charming boy in school!" Kara declared. "Those girls will be lining up to go with you."

Ryan looked skeptical. "Maybe I'll just skip it."

"Oh no, you have to go to your first high school dance!" Lena insisted. "It's a rite of passage. Now go make a sign and ask that girl you've been telling us about so much, what's her name - Sarah?"

"Mom!" Ryan blushed furiously. He did have a crush on a girl named Sarah, but he wasn't sure he was ready to ask her to the dance.

But with his moms' encouragement, Ryan finally worked up the nerve to make Sarah a colorful sign decorated with hearts and flowers asking her to the homecoming dance. When he saw her that day in the hallway, his heart pounded wildly.

When Sarah saw the sign, she broke into a huge smile. "Yes, I'd love to go with you!" she said. Ryan was so relieved.

At home, Kara and Lena were thrilled. "You did it!" Kara cheered, lifting him up in a hug.

"We are so proud of you," Lena beamed.

The night of the dance, Kara helped Ryan get ready, fussing over his hair, while Lena took about a hundred pictures of him and Sarah posing in their formalwear.

"You look so handsome," Lena gushed, snapping away.

"Moommm," Ryan groaned in protest even as he smiled for the camera.

"Alright, alright," Lena laughed. "Go have fun!"

Ryan felt a little self-conscious when he first walked into the dance holding Sarah's hand. He was sure everyone was staring and whispering about the boy with two moms.

But once he and Sarah hit the dance floor, he forgot all about everyone else. They danced song after song, laughing together as they tried out goofy dance moves. For the first time, Ryan felt just like a normal kid.

"Want to get some air?" Sarah asked after a while. Ryan nodded and followed her out to the garden area behind the school. They sat together on a stone bench, looking up at the stars.

"I'm really glad you asked me here tonight," Sarah said, giving him a shy smile. "I've actually had a crush on you for a while."

Ryan was stunned. "You have? But...isn't it weird that I have two moms?"

Sarah laughed. "Why would that be weird? I think it's great. You can tell your moms really love you."

Ryan smiled to himself. For the first time, he was starting to think that maybe his family wasn't so different after all.

At the end of the night, Kara and Lena were waiting excitedly at home to hear all about the dance.

"Did you have fun? Tell us everything!" Kara said eagerly.

As Ryan recounted the night, he realized just how much he really did have to be grateful for. Having two moms made him the luckiest guy in school.

Ryan walked up on stage to receive his high school diploma, glancing out into the audience. There in the front row were his moms, waving excitedly. Lena was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue already. Beside them sat Aunt Alex and Aunt Kelly. His whole family had turned out to support him on this big day.

After the ceremony, Ryan fought his way through the crowd towards his family. As soon as she saw him, Kara engulfed him in a trademark super-hug.

"Congratulations sweetie! I'm so proud of you," she gushed.

"We both are," Lena added, hugging Ryan tightly after Kara finally let go.

"Way to go, kiddo," Alex grinned, ruffling his hair.

Later at his graduation party, Ryan looked around the room in wonder. He really was lucky to have so many amazing people in his life.

But it was the two women smiling proudly in the corner that meant the most to him. When he was younger, he hadn't fully appreciated his moms and the love they gave him unconditionally. Now, about to head off to college, he understood just how much they had done for him over the years. They had encouraged him to be himself, stood up for him against bullies, wiped away tears when he was sad. Through it all, they had been the perfect parents.

Ryan walked over and wrapped an arm around each of them. "Thanks, Mom and Mama. You're the best moms a guy could ask for."

Kara and Lena hugged their son tightly. "We're so lucky to have you," Lena said, choking up again.

"Love you, kiddo," Kara added. "No matter what the future brings, never forget how much your family loves you."

Ryan knew the road ahead would have its challenges. But he was ready, thanks to the perfect family who raised him.

#supercorp x reader #lena luthor #kara x lena #kara danvers #imagine #cw supergirl #supercorp kid

[theageofsims]

The Age of Sims 2.5 - Part 26 - “Officially Spoken" *Warning: Mild Mature Themes / One Curse Word

"I'm not bowling." William began, making himself perfectly clear. "So don't ask me when I get there because I'm telling you right now."

"We're just having the party at Zippy's because last year we had a ton of stuff go missing from our house." Nina stated, looking at him only. "Anyway -- how long are you going to avoid the lanes? You had one fall."

"And I don't want another. It'll only slow me down."

"Oh?" Nina raised her eyes in curiousity as he looked towards Gloria. "What's gone on since the last time I've seen you?"

William looked at Gloria, hesitating for a few seconds, then sighed. "You're not going to let this go unless I give you an answer, right?"

She nodded. "You know me pretty well."

"Alright then. We're together."

"Like fucking?"

Gloria looked at Nina like she wanted to slap her across the face.

"No." William said immediately, feeling so off from having been asked such a question considering he hadn't heard anyone ask anyone that for years and years and years. "We're in a relationship." He knocked Gloria with his elbow and cleared his throat.

Gloria nodded. "We are…" She saw the wheels turning in Nina's head. "But it's all very new so don't go and… let it get to your head."

She threw her head back and laughed loudly.

"I mean it, Nina." Gloria warned her.

She continued to laugh.

"What's so funny?" William decided to ask.

"She's planning something." Gloria answered him.

"Oh come now, Gloria… me?" Nina erupted into laughter all over again. "It's just that… I gave up on the both of you after all…this…time." She squeaked. "What'd he have to do to change your mind?"

"I asked her to be in a relationship." He was completely honest.

"That's kind of regular, Will."

"I know…" He couldn't help feeling a bit sheepish about the whole thing. "I should have asked from the start."

"It's fine." Gloria reminded him, "I wouldn't have accepted back then. I wouldn't even have given you a chance." She sighed. "I mean, you literally came to my front door with homemade lunch and told me you wanted to get to know me better… and even that hadn't been enough."

The both of them stood there feeling like two idiots -- a pair of idiots with no one to really point the finger at.

Gloria grew annoyed with Nina's laughing. "Hey Nina -- had enough?"

"With the both of you? Never!" Nina continued laughing, but eventually stopped when Gloria had started to make comments about not going to the Halloween Bash. "Alright -- no need to get upset." She rolled her eyes. "So does that mean you both are coming together?" She raised her eyes before bursting into laughter. "Honestly -- I did NOT mean it the way it sounded… that one just slipped, I swear." She reduced her laughter to giggles. "I never thought I'd be so amused by such news."

"I'm sorry--" William offered, looking at Gloria.

"What are you apologizing for? You haven't done anything wrong."

"Okay, but--" He tried to explain, but Gloria ignored him.

"Are you finished?" Gloria asked Nina.

"Finished? Honey, I'm just getting started."

"One more comment -- or question… or suggestion, and--"

"Okay, okay -- alright, alright -- I got the message. At this point I'm just laughing and giggling because I'm just riding this natural high wave I seem to be on… promise." Nina batted her eyes.

#sims 4 #sims 4 story #the age of sims #the age of sims 2.5 part 26

[bones-aa2]

can I pretty please request more yandere dad tony? like reader is going to move out but tony doesn’t want them to? maybe reader and tony got into an argument so they decided to try to move out or maybe they’re going away to college or something idk you can decide :) also I really like your writing!!

Yesyesyes this is going to (finally) be a drabble because inspiration :))

Yandad!Tony Stark w/ gn!reader that wants to move out

Warnings: Yandere themes; locking reader at home. Don't read if not comfortable.

Also in this fic, reader has been living with him since they were a child so that's why they're referring to him as dad :)

"I just think I'm too old to be living with you." You argued as you walked out of your room, Leaving Tony on your bed distraught. You were leaving, going away so you could study and pursue your dreams. Without him.

"But you're not!" He stood up and followed you outside, bags all gathered out at the door. "You're still a kid."

You huffed out a laugh and looked at him, "Really, I am 18, legally an adult."

"Well to me you are a kid." He argued, you sighed and placed your hands on his shoulder. "Dad, I will be fine alone, don't worry so much." You pat his shoulders before grabbing one of your bags.

"I promise I will come visit you whenever I'm free."

Tony insisted on living with you at some cabin in the woods, saying that the peace and quiet of the forest would be better for the both of you. Not knowing that he just wanted to keep you isolated from the outside world.

But Tony still knew that this day, the day you finally grew up and decided to go out on your own and live without him was going to come. He wished you stayed that young child that believed everything he said. That listened with those gullible ears but you grew up. You knew about the city and now you wanted to be alone without him.

He couldn't stand it.

"I... Y/n, you know you always have a job at my company why don't you just work for me?" He tried to keep his voice calm. You stopped gathering your things and sighed.

You turned around to look at him. He was standing in front of you with a sad look on his face. You hesitated, holding your tongue. You didn't want to upset him anymore.

"Working with you sounds... nice bu-." Tony didn't hear the words that came after and instead cut you off. "Great! You can stay here then! no need to work in the city, you can just work in the tower!" He said.

"What? wait you didn't let me finish." You huffed. "I said, it would be nice but I would rather work on my own, not under your supervision for once you know.." You trailed off, his face grew dark. Suddenly a new fear of your father grew in your heart. He didn't look like himself after you said that.

"Look honey, I just don't think it would be safe if you just left on your own." Tony said sternly. "If you worked for me then I would consider you leaving but otherwise, you're not leaving."

"What? I'm not a kid anymore I can make my own choices." You stepped away and grabbed your bags. "I'm sorry if you're upset but I am ready to go and live on my own now." Your hand went to reach for the door.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. lock the house down." He said, walking towards you. Metal walls shut down in front of you startling you. Every part of the house was now metal, there was no way out. What was he doing? Your heart started racing faster. He was crazy, you should've known. All those times he never let you out. All those times. You felt his hand grab at yours and you dropped your bags.

"Dad! What are you doing-" He dragged you towards your room and sat you down on your bed.

"I can't let you leave you understand that right kid? I... I have to protect you, I can't lose you." He whispered, leaving you with a forehead kiss. You were still in shock of what was happening as he walked to the door.

"Don't hate me alright?"

The metal doors shut loudly in front of him and you ran to the door. You banged on them screaming bloody murder at him. You hated him, you hated oh so much.

Tears fell freely down your face as you finally broke down, you slid down fists still on the door as you did. You weakly banged on the doors as you begged for him to let you out. He looked at you through the cameras as you cried, he touched the screen lightly and sighed.

"I'm sorry kid."

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Wooooo first request on this account finished! it feels good :D My requests are still open so please request!

#yandere #yandere platonic #yandere platonic tony stark #yandere platonic marvel #yandere marvel #yandere platonic avengers #yandere platonic mcu #.bones txt

[sunflowershouto]

if they thought you liked the other twin (osamu, atsumu)

𝐚/𝐧: i was suddenly struck by inspo for the miya twins so here's this -leo

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pining fluff, friends to lovers, light angst with a happy ending

my haikyuu masterlist

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

✰ Atsumu is so whipped for you.

✰ He enjoys the attention he gets for being a star player, and even the fangirls help to feed his ego sometimes, but he didn't care about any of them. Not like he cares about you.

✰ They don't really know him, so what's the point?

✰ You're different to him, though. You didn't care about the fans or the TV interviews, or any of the usual things that people noticed about him.

✰ You got to know him, and it made him want to get to know you back, and somewhere along the way, Atsumu fell in love.

✰ The only problem was Osamu.

✰ Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. It wasn't like Osamu was doing anything wrong, but it was hard for Tsumu not to notice how much time you'd been spending with his brother.

✰ You'd come up to Osamu after practices and whisper something to him, and he'd nod, and Atsumu would have to watch as the two of you disappeared off somewhere that he wasn't invited.

✰ It killed him inside a little, since he'd always thought that he was closer to you than Samu was; if you had feelings for Osamu, then why hadn't you told him?

✰ He tried not to be a dick about it; he would whine a little whenever you and Osamu would disappear after practices, but what he was showing was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to how deeply he was hurting at the thought of you falling in love with his brother.

✰ It was after another practice, and there you were on the sidelines with that stupid freakin' beautiful smile that he loved so much. He was standing by Osamu as they packed their duffel bags back up, and he tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you jogged up, surely going to drag Samu away again.

"Atsumu!" you called. "Could we- Uh... Could we talk?"

That was a surprise.

He glanced to Osamu, who gave him a small nod before shouldering his bag and walking off the court without another glance. He couldn't even be nervous about whatever it was you wanted to talk about; he was just glad that he was finally the one that you were speaking to. "Sure thing, darlin'," he replied, picking up his bag and following you to a more private area.

"Okay, uh- Here goes: There's something I've been needing to tell you for a while, and-"

"Ah see..." Atsumu sighed, all of that hurt hitting him again like a ton of bricks. This was where you finally did it right? This was where you'd tell him that you and Osamu were together, this was where you'd finally rip his heart out.

"You... do?"

"Yeah." He tried not to sound bitter, but he found it seeping through anyway, a harshness weighing down on his inflection. "You and 'Samu are goin' out, right? Figured that out for m'self a while ago, darlin'. Ya don't gotta tell me."

"Wha-" You stared at him in bewilderment as the pieces click into place, and you realized what he'd been thinking all this time. You couldn't help it, and burst out into laughter, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

"What's so funny?" he asked, puffing his chest out slightly and crossing his arms. He'd spent so much effort trying his best not to lose his shit over the idea of you in love with Osamu, the least you could do was not laugh in his face.

"Atsumu, I am not dating your brother. In any way. I've never even thought about it. I asked you to talk because, well..."

"Oh. Oh m' God." And finally he got it.

"I really like you, y'know? And I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? Osamu actually helped me make all the plans." You were far less nervous now, in part because of Atsumu's misunderstanding, but mostly because of the huge, goofy smile that spread across his face.

"So... I'm guessing you're on board?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea," he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. "Ya scared the hell outta me, y'know."

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

✰ Osamu's feelings for you snuck up on him.

✰ He'd always been drawn to you, but he didn't think it was any different than anyone else. You were a cool person, and he liked that you saw him for him, and not as part of a matched set.

✰ He loves his brother, but can he be blamed for wanting some things to himself?

✰ He's not annoyed per-se when you start getting close with Atsumu—what he feels isn't harsh. It's more like a balloon deflating through a tiny outlet as he feels his importance to you slowly being overtaken by your friendship with Atsumu.

✰ He can't figure out why it bothers him so damn much when he sees you joking around with his twin, or even just cheering for him at matches.

✰ He doesn't place the feeling as jealousy until he's stuck at home, flicking through channels on TV until he lands on some crappy romance movie. He watches the two main characters play off of each other, and he can't help but realize that one of the leads reminds him of you.

✰ And then he pictures Atsumu across from you, and that awful feeling comes back to him, burning a hole in his chest.

✰ Strangely, it's not so bad once he knows what it is that he's feeling, because at least he can start to deal with it.

✰ Nonetheless, he's a little worried about you. Osamu can read his brother pretty well—well enough to know whether or not he has feelings for someone. Honestly, he'd never thought that Tsumu seemed interested in you.

✰ Valentine's day was tomorrow and Samu had been unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between you and a friend.

"You're going to bring him chocolates?" Yua whispered to you, her eyes shining.

"Mhm! I think he'll really like them too! I'm gonna go home tonight and work on decorations for the box." You had no idea Osamu was listening, and if you did, you would have probably died on the spot.

"I think he'll say yes," she replied thoughtfully. "Some of the girls have been upset lately; they say that Miya-san really likes you."

Osamu wished in that moment that the earth beneath his feet would open up and swallow him whole. Had he been wrong? Did Atsumu feel the same way that you did? And worse, had a selfish part of him been hoping that you'd be rejected?

His jaw tightened and he turned away, careful not to draw your attention as he slipped off in the other direction.

He considered faking a cold the next day, but that was childish, wasn't it? He dragged himself out of bed and got to school, dreading lunch period, when he knew everything would finally come crashing down around him.

The bell rang for lunch, and he packed his things quickly, not wanting to be there to watch you confess to his brother.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a tug on his sleeve just as he reached the doorway, and turned to see you standing there in front of him.

"'Samu? Could we go somewhere a little more private?" you asked, tensing up slightly the way that you always did when you were nervous.

"Er... Yeah."

What? This wasn't at all what he'd thought would happen, and his head was swimming as he followed you to the library, staring at the brown paper bag that you clutched to your chest.

You ended up behind one of the taller shelves in the back, and Osamu's hands were twitching in his pockets as he stared down at you.

Time was moving agonizingly slowly as you opened the paper bag and withdrew a brightly colored, heart-shaped box.

OSAMU was written across the front in careful lettering, and the world stopped around him.

"Samu, I-"

"I'm in love with you," he breathed out, hands moving from his pockets as he stepped forward to place his hands on the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you in one fell swoop.

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours, and your heart was bursting.

He was grinning when he pulled away, eyes gleaming with adoration as he took in your smile.

"I love you too, you big dork. I... was not expecting this to go so smoothly," you admitted, reaching up a hand to brush back a lock of his hair.

He's beaming when he says, "Honey, you've got no clue just how long Ah've been wantin' to do that."

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya imagine #osamu imagine #osamu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya #osamu miya #hq x reader #hq imagines

[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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[sammiesonyourleft]

shot in the dark - s.w.

A/N: Hii!! I've been writing this for months and I feel kinda nervous, but very excited. This is the first fic I've wrote in a few years, so suggestions will be super helpful if y'all want more!! (I feel like I have to barf as I'm posting this, but we're going with it!!)

Few notes:

- This is based on the third option in a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting

- falcon divider by @firefly-graphics

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, mention of the blip, pregnancy, slight TFATWS spoilers [beware if you haven't seen it]

You’ve been trying to talk to Sam about having kids for months. Going through the baby aisle at Target, leaving your Amazon cart full of baby clothes for him to see it, constantly babysitting AJ and Cass, but alas, nothing was working. It was like he was oblivious to everything when it came to children. Until one night, you finally took a shot at it.

“Honey, can we talk?” You sigh, ignoring the nervous pit in your belly.

“Of course sugar, what’s on your mind?” He says from your closet, hearing the smile in his voice.

“I wanna have a baby.” He steps out of your shared closet, looking very confused

“What?”

“I said I wanna hav-" He climbs in your bed next to you, “I heard what you said. Where is this coming from?” “Well I — I mean, I’m not getting any younger and we’ve been married for some time now, seeing how you act with the boys... I just.. It makes me think about what you’d be like with our kids, ya know?”

“As great as that sounds sugar, I just became Captain America.. I would really want to focus on that.”

“But Sam, you were-"

“I know I was gone for so long, but now’s my chance to really prove to everyone that I am worthy of the title..”

“You didn’t even want the title! You gave it away, remember?”

Apologetically, he tries to grab your hands, knowing it helps ground you when you're upset at something, "I know and you know I regret doing that, and now I have it back! You’re the one that convinced me to get it back in the first place!!”

“Because I saw what happened to you when they gave it to John!! So what because you’re Captain America, you can’t be a father now?”

Rolling his eyes, “I didn’t say that! Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

“Sammy, I spent years waiting for you to come back home. You had so much time to play hero. Look at Tony and Clint. They have families! I would like you to consider it!”

He laughs, “Play hero? You think I wanted to leave?? I would have rather been here with you, you know that!" He quiets for a moment, mulling over his next choice of words, "You know what? I’ve considered it. I don’t want kids.”

“Ever?” The tremble in your voice is evident, and he regains eye contact with you.

“As long as I’m Captain America.”

“Fine.” You leave your bed, searching for your purse, and sifting through drawers in your room for some clothes. He sees you packing and it puts him on high alert. Gently pulling you back, “Hey hey where you going?”

Snatching your arm back. “I’m going to stay with my sister. I can't be here.. in the same space as you right now.” You start moving around your room, making sure you have all of your belongings.

He stands in front of you, as you try to leave the bedroom, “So you just gonna walk out? We can't talk about this?”

“Samuel, at this point, there's nothing to talk about.”

Staring at you like you have five heads, “Stop saying my name like that. What'd you mean 'there’s nothing to talk about'? We’re in the middle of a very important conversation and you’re tryna leaving.”

“No, Sam. You said you didn't wanna have kids, so the conversation's over."

“I never said that! Stop saying that. Honey, can you please just trust me on this?”

With your back to him, “Do you remember what you told me the night we got married?”

“I said a lot that night. How am I -“

Tearfully, turning to face him, “‘I can’t wait to start a family with you. We’re gonna have so many little us’ around here.” Those were your words, Sam. And then you met Steve. And you left to go chase Bucky. You became a fugitive, Sam! And then you were dead for 5 years. We've been married for 11 years and out of that 11 years, we've only been together for less than two."

“I know. I know. And I'm so sorry for that. But can you not leave though? Please? We don't just pick up and leave in the middle of an argument. It’s one of our rules.

You get remember your last argument. He finally came back home after being on the run and the first thing he told you was that he was leaving again. You told him you didn't want him to go to Wakanda in the first place because you had a really bad feeling about it. He ignored you and say that he was going to protect his home. He left, and turns out that bad feeling was right. That was the last time you saw your husband for five years. The last thing you said to him before he walked out: "You're gonna get yourself killed and I'm not gonna sit around and watch!" That conversation replays in your nightmares constantly, thinking about all the different ways that conversation could have gone and maybe been a bit better if you didn't react that way. When he finally came home, you had a very long tear filled conversation about leaving when things get hard.

“You're right..” you sigh softly, “I'm sorry. I’m not going anywhere.”

He grabs your hand, leading you back to your bed. You sit there in silence for what feels like forever, until Sam finally speaks.

“When I was in away, Sarah and the boys got threatened. It was an empty threat.. they’re fine. But the thought of that happening to our children, to you, scares the hell out of me. Empty threat or not, I can't let that happen. There’s a lot on the line for me right now, honey. I want to start a family with you, I do, so much. But risking your safety is the last the thing I want. Being Captain America already puts this target, this level of scrutiny on my back. And being a black man... well you know. It adds another level of fear that Clint and Tony don’t get the luxury of having. Even if I get you and our babies into some kind of witness protection or something, people are ruthless. I can't - I don’t want that to happen. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”

You see the tears in his eyes and pull him in for a hug, "Sammy, I -"

"You're sorry... I know.. But I have some wrong in this too.. It's not all just on you.."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to make a big deal out of it.. I'm shocked Sarah didn't tell you herself."

"I'm sorry for saying that you're playing hero. You're not and what you do is so amazing and I'm so proud of you. I just... I just..."

Tears start welling in your eyes, and you just break in his arms. He holds you asking, "You just what? What's the matter?"

Grabbing your purse, you find the thing you've been dreading bringing up.

"I didn't know how to tell you... I probably should have said something... I didn't know what to say... or when to say it? There was never really a good time..."

Eyes wide, he asks, "How long have you known?"

"About a month.."

"So that... wow.. okay.. well.. what do you want to do?"

"That's why I brought it up. I didn't want to make the decision without you."

"Is that why you've been trying to get me to look at all this baby stuff? And having Sarah come here with the boys?"

You nod, "Yea.."

"Baby, why didn't you say anything??"

"I don't know, Sammy... You normally just know everything without me telling you.."

He sighs, "It's okay. We're gonna figure out. Together. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"Yea together."

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[liptonsbabe]

Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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not a lonely birthday

teen!actress!reader x platonic!jeremy renner

brief reader x marvel cast

req by @maximeevansblog : The reader (me ) is dating jeremy renner its the readers birtday, and jeremy renner spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please (i'm so sorry i couldn't write your exact request. i added the other cast too but it's still mainly jeremy renner so i hope you enjoy this still)

summary: you thought you were gonna have to spend your birthday alone but jeremy had other plans.

word count: 3296

note: i told her i couldn't really write romance because my blog is mainly teen!reader and she said i could just turn it into an x teen!reader so i did. i mean, i can write a non teen!reader but it probably won't be anytime soon so i'm not taking requests that aren't x teen!reader as of now <33

"are you sure you'll be okay?"

"yes, mum, i'll be fine here. i've been doing fine for the past two and a half months, what's another week without you guys gonna do to me?" you told your mother on the phone, rolling your eyes at her excessive, unnecessary worrying.

"we're so sorry about this, sweetheart," you heard your dad speak and you figured he must've been listening the whole time. your mum must've had it on speaker since the beginning of the phone call.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday all alone. i promise we'll make it up to you, honey." your mother spoke again and you groaned. "i keep telling you that it's fine. and what do you take me for, a loner? i've got the others here, mum, i'll be fine." you told her, a smile ghosting over your lips at how concerned she is of you.

your birthday was coming in two days and having a whole movie to film meant that you weren't allowed to leave the country for just a weekend to celebrate it with your family. so, they worked around your schedule and planned a trip to visit. unfortunately, your idiot of a brother managed to get himself into a skating accident and had to be hospitalised, affecting their whole plan of coming to celebrate your 18th birthday with you. well, not on the day of your birthday, at least.

"i'll make sure sarah'll bring you out to celebrate, okay? i'm so sorry about this, y/n." you could practically hear the pout in her voice and you held back the urge to tell her off for profusely apologising, you didn't want to receive a beating when she finally arrives here.

"i'll be fine, mum," you whined. "as i said, i'll be filming on my birthday too so i'll at least be with the cast then. it's never a dull day with them. and i'll be waiting for your gift from sarah on my birthday." you teased her. you knew she had a habit of getting birthday gifts way too early. for once, she was grateful for that because she had given sarah—your manager and also a family friend— your birthday present for her to safe-keep in case anything like this happened and she couldn't give it to you on your birthday.

"i'll give you permission to whack your brother once we come." your dad tells you seriously and you laughed. "thanks, dad. i'll be sure to remember it. anyways, i have to get back on set soon. i'll talk to you guys when i can?"

"of course, honey. have fun on set!" your parents bid you goodbye and you hung up with an adoring smile on your face. you missed your family and having been able to hear your parents' voices for a mere five minutes was enough to cure it for even just a little bit. sure, you were disappointed that you weren't going to get to spend your birthday with them but spending it doing what you love—acting— with the people, aside from your family and friends from home, that you love—the cast— didn't sound so bad.

"i'm so sorry about this, darling." you heard someone say, effectively breaking your train of thoughts. you turned to the source of the voice, meeting the hazel eyes of your manager and long-time family friend, sarah. she pulls you in for a hug that you groaned into but still returned. you rolled your eyes playfully when she let go. "i'm not upset, sarah."

"i know. but you're disappointed." she says softly, fixing your costume after the hug messed it up a little. "maybe i am, but it doesn't matter. i chose this life so technically i brought all of this upon myself. i signed up to have a normal life stripped away from me." you told her honestly, internally cringing because you hadn't meant to get that deep.

"y/n," her hands rested on both of your shoulders and she looks down at you with that stern mum glare she'd give you whenever you were being a little troublemaker. she was practically your second mum, having promised your own that she'd take care of you whenever you had to travel for filming.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i love my job but it sucks that i have to be far away from family, you know?" you sighed. "i understand, darling. it's hard but hey, i'll be with you the whole day, okay? we'll go out and have a nice girl's day out together, do whatever you want. that sound nice to you?" she places a gentle hand against your skin, careful not to rub the fake dirt and wound makeup on your face.

"that sounds great, sarah. i have only a half day of filming that day, right?" you ask her, knowing she remembers your schedule better than you yourself do. "yup. anyways, they need you on set 3. get out there and make me proud, darling."

-

"and....cut!" the director called out and you dramatically dropped limp against the wire harness attached to your body, the wires holding up your weight so you didn't drop down to the floor but also didn't have to remain standing on your own.

you heard sebastian laughing, him being the closest to you in the scene you had just filmed. "you tired, y/n/n?" evans chuckled as he walked towards where you and seb were standing. "yeah, i just wanna sleep right now." you told them, standing up on your own when a crew member wanted to get your harness off.

"well, at least you get to rest now. you're done for the day right?" seb asked, the three of you now walking to the snack table together. "yeah but sarah wanted to take me out so maybe not rest but i'll get to relax. that's good enough," you say, peeling off a banana and taking a bite while the two men drank some water.

"she's taking you out later today? is there a special occasion?" chris asked and you smiled at him. "nah, nothing much. she just thought i've been stressed lately." you lied. you didn't want to seem attention-seeking for telling chris and sebastian that it was your birthday so you settled on a little lie.

"she's not wrong. you have been working hard and you deserve a relaxing evening off work." seb agreed.

"oh she's walking over here right now. are you going now?" chris asked, eyes trained behind you as he watched sarah coming closer. you turned around, meeting her frown-etched face and you blinked profusely in confusion. "i thought we're going in two hours?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry. some stuff came up and i have last minute errands to run all day," she told you, offering a guilty expression when your face dropped slightly. "oh.. i– um, yeah, it's fine."

"are you sure it's fine? i promised you though," she frowned. "it's fine, i know you have a lot to handle and it's totally fine if we don't go out today. i'll just take a nap and be on netflix all day, i guess." you joked but sarah didn't laugh. "sarah, it's fine. you know i've been wanting to catch up on a list of shows. when else will i be able to do this?" you assured her, trying to mask your disappointment.

"i have to go now. i'll make it up to you, darling, i promise." she gave you a hug before running off somewhere. you felt bad for her because she probably had to be running here and there all day but it didn't change that you were disappointed. maybe you really did deserve this for choosing this life.

"hey kiddo," you felt someone ruffle your hair and you were almost going to go off on them for doing that before remembering you had just finished your last scene for the day. an arm rested over your shoulder and you looked up to see jeremy taking over sarah's previous spot.

"um excuse me? do we not exist?" chris joked when jeremy didn't greet him nor seb. jeremy rolled his eyes at them, turning back to look down at you. "you did great today, kiddo." he complimented and you smiled, thanking him.

"wow okay, i guess we really don't exist, huh? c'mon seb, let's go somewhere else where people appreciate our presence." evans sassed, glaring at you two as both men strutted away.

"good riddance," jeremy said, dropping his arm so that you two were now face to face. "happy birthday, y/n." he says, handing you a little bronze coloured box. you gasped as you took it in your hands.

"how'd you know it was my birthday?" you asked him, eyes wide in surprise. "of course i know your birthday, kiddo. after all, you are my favourite co-star." he grins, gesturing for you to open the box.

you did and your hand immediately flew to cover your mouth in shock. "jeremy! you didn't!" you gently took out the necklace from the box, examining it closely. the charm was in the shape of your favourite animal and the chain was gold. this must've costed him a fortune.

"jeremy, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, pouting at him to prevent yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. "kiddo, i love you a lot, how could i not?"

playing clint's adopted, eldest daughter in the films, as well as a member of the avengers, you and jeremy worked together a lot. he helped you a lot with practicing your lines and emotions for specific scenes and you bonded over so many things you two had in common. even off set jeremy still acted like your father so practically everyone knew how close you two were. if sarah is considered your second mum, you'd say jeremy is your second dad.

"so i heard sarah bailed on your birthday date today," he says as he helped you put on the necklace, smiling fondly when you looked down at it happily. "thanks a lot, jeremy. you really didn't have to," you hugged him tight, the man chuckling as he hugged you back.

"and sarah didn't bail. she just has errands to run all day. can't blame her, she's a busy woman." you told him. "yeah yeah, anyways, how 'bout i take you out instead? a birthday lunch and a day out with your favourite cast mate?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you don't have anymore scenes to shoot?" you ask. "i do but i have plenty of time before then." he replies. you agreed happily and he tells you to meet him outside the set in an hour so you two could change out of your costumes.

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"you ready for the best day ever, kiddo?" jeremy asks as you entered the passenger seat. "best day ever? then shouldn't we invite the rest?" you teased, buckling your seatbelt. "hey! i'm pretty fun too!"

you chuckled at his childishness. "i'm kidding, you are fun. now let's go already, i'm starving." you complained and he started the engine, letting you play whatever songs you wanted as background to your small talk.

you had lunch first at your favourite restaurant but not before you two had a debate of whether you were allowed to because you were supposed to be on a diet during the length of the movie shooting and him ultimately going 'to hell with that diet, it's your special day' and then dragging you in. after that, he said he had a surprise for you and told you to just get in the car.

when he finally stopped somewhere, you realised it was a pretty well known hair salon in town and you tilted your head in confusion. why would he bring you here?

"you said you wanted to dye your hair, didn't you? let's do it." he says nonchalantly, unbuckling his seatbelt before you both exited the car. "are you crazy? we're still in the middle of filming!" you exclaim in disbelief. this man was crazy.

"yeah but it's not like they can't just get a wig of your current hair and use that for the rest of the filming. scar and lizzie wear wigs all the time, you can too. now let's go dye that stupid colour you want!" he cheers, tugging you along with him by your wrist, into the salon. you chuckled at his antics, letting him drag you.

the next hour or two was spent with you worrying that your parents would kill you for this, or worse, anthony or joe. you knew it would be a meltdown for them if you came back with your hair a completely different colour.

jeremy assured you that the russos, as well as your parents, would not get mad at this but you were pretty sure you'd get an earful from both pairs. you made him promise that he would talk to both parties that he was the one who convinced you to do this. but once your hair was done, all worries flew out the window as you admired your new hair.

"you look great, kiddo. this colour looks good on you." he looks at you with a fond smile, trying to resist the urge to ruffle your newly done hair but failing. you pouted at him when he did so, reaching up to fix it again. "sorry, y/n/n, couldn't resist," he states, pinching your cheek.

"alright, next stop now, let's go!" he pulls you by the wrist once again and you let him, used to him doing this already. the next time he stopped, you damn right almost had another heart attack because again, this man was crazy.

he did not just bring you to a nail place. surely he isn't about to let you get your nails done, right? the russos would have your head and his too if you were to get them done and casually get back to the studio.

"no." you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stayed seated in the passenger seat. "c'mon, y/n/n," he whined, throwing a tantrum outside the car door as he tried to get you to leave the car.

"no, jeremy, they'll literally send me back here to get it off because in case you forgot, in all my scenes, i don't have fancy nails." you reasoned, noticing that jeremy has now moved to your side of the car and the passenger seat door has now been opened, the man continuing to make a fuss closer to you now.

"no they will not, i'll make sure they don't. c'mon kiddo, it's your birthday, let's have a little fun!" he says but you were still unsure about the whole thing. "i don't know.."

"okay fine i guess i'll tell you this now. they didn't want to tell you until later today because they wanted it to be your kinda birthday present but your avenger suit has changed. it's not like the one in the last movie, it's got gloves now! and the rest of your scenes excluding the last few ones are all in your superhero suit right?" your eyes widened at this new information, a smile growing on your lips.

"wait, for real? are you sure they're not just fingerless gloves?" he smiles down at you. "yeah. i planned this day well, okay? put some trust in me, geez," he sassed, moving out of your way as you finally exited the car.

"this better not be a joke, renner, because if it is, i'll have your head." you threatened jokingly. "yeah, yeah. oh also, can you just pretend to be shocked when they tell you about your suit upgrade? because i really wasn't supposed to tell you this." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as you walked two walked into the nail salon.

the entire time, he awkwardly sat at the side, waiting for you to be done. when you were though, he quickly got up, as if he had been restless sitting down the whole time.

"they're pretty," he says as you walked back to his car. "yeah, i really like them. haven't had my nails done in a long time." you replied, getting in the car and waiting for jeremy to get in on his side. once he did, he immediately started the engine and started driving back to the set where he had to continue shooting and where you knew sarah would be waiting for you.

it was after many different topics and finally arriving outside the set did you decide to get a little emotional. "hey, i just wanna say thanks for today. i thought i was gonna spend the day alone watching netflix all day like some loser but you made this day really enjoyable. you have no idea how much this really means to me, thank you so much jeremy. i love you." you pouted at him, trying not to cry. "aw kiddo, of course. you're an important person to me. couldn't let you be a loser on your special day," he teases, bringing you into a hug where he didn't miss his chance to ruffle your hair.

once you let go, he kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked in. he opened the door for you both and you almost jumped in place.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

your jaw dropped at the sight in front you. every single one of your co-stars, along with some crew members were wearing party hats holding up a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N'. sarah was in the middle, holding a huge birthday cake with a smile on her face. you slowly walked towards her, hand over your mouth in shock.

sarah gave the cake over to robert before opening her arms up for you. you gave her a tight hug. "you didn't have to do all this," you say, letting go of her. "jeremy and i planned this right when your mother called beforehand and told me they couldn't come in time." she explained.

you turned to jeremy who had been standing next to you the whole time, giving him another hug which he happily accepted. "you guys didn't have to." you told them, trying not to cry at the thought that these people loved you enough to do this for you.

"but we wanted to. and the rest wanted to join in too. now before you start bawling your eyes out, let's get this party started!" he cheered.

"but before that, make a wish, kiddo." robert tells you after evans finished lighting up all the candles. you closed your eyes, making a wish and blowing them all out. everyone cheered before walking away to grab food or to talk to others. or in your cast mates' cases, fighting over who gets to give you your present first.

"you knew it was my birthday!" you exclaimed when you locked eyes with evans, who was in the middle of a brawl with both mackie and robert. he laughed out loud. "yeah! i did! your lie couldn't fool me, child!" he says dramatically, before being pushed aside by robert.

you laughed as they continued to fight right in front of you about who you love more and therefore getting to be first to give you their gift. they even managed to slip in a few compliments about your new hair, while they were literally fighting. you watched in glee, realising that even if your biological family couldn't make it for your special day, you still had a second one to make it special.

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of all the views you had seen, there was little that could compare to him.

6.2k | cavalry captain!jeonghan x gn pyro!reader, genshin impact au, fluff, adventure, drinking, so much flirting, mentions of trauma, honestly this is the sweetest i'm ever gonna write jeonghan

happy inazuma release day!!! it's your local kaeya trash, because i predictably fall for gay bastards that lie straight to my face (example: jeonghan), and i'm here to give you a fic i wrote AGES ago and just polished up a bit to celebrate the release of what is likely going to be my FAVORITE region in genshin impact. i'm japanese so 😅 i have a soft spot. if there's any other gaymer carats out there, enjoy this one. if not, sorry! you can actually probably still read this and understand it for the most part, though you might miss a bit of context of the landscape and the lore.

ps. go tell @babiemingoo that wonwoo xinqiu 🤭

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your work with the adventurer's guild was always efficient. you received your commissions, you carried them out, then returned for your reward, usually before the sun had even peaked. the rest of your day was generally spent either basking in the eternal sun of mondstadt, feeding cats in inazuma, or enjoying a hard earned meal in liyue, depending on where you decided to stay that week, finding board and paying for it with the commission you had earned that day. your tendency to wander came less from choice and more from nature - you could call yourself a nomad, but generally, you just got bored, and preferred seeing everything teyvat had to offer rather than settling in one place. adventuring was simply what you were meant to do, your mother had told you at a young age.

she, too, had wandered for most of her youth, and didn't stop just because you had come into her life. you remembered getting scooped up because you had wandered off a bit too close to the railing at wangshu inn as a toddler, playing with dogs at the docks of liyue harbor. you remembered the ludi harpastum and the first time you had ever had a sweet honey roast, and the way it made your eyes grow ten times in size before you dug in for more.

when your vision was bestowed upon you, you already knew how to use a sword. it was important, your mother told you, that you knew how to protect yourself. she had a vision as well, younger even than you had, and you had come to recognize the static in the air as a sign that she was angry - whether it was because of an altercation with someone on your journey or because you had secretly eaten the last hashbrown without consulting her first.

she used her vision and a sturdy blade she had owned since before you were born to protect the two of you on the road, but when she felt you were old enough, she taught you how to weild. a two handed weapon that was far too big for you when you were only fourteen, but when your reckless abandon got paired with a spark, you suddenly became far more dangerous than even your own mother. she scolded you for nearly starting a forest fire when you tried to pair the two skills for the first time after receiving your vision, and you both agreed that training was a beach activity from then on.

your mother settled eventually, after you were old and skilled enough to take on the road alone, pulling the many favors she had gathered in her travels to build a home in a small neighborhood south of liyue harbor, nestled in the foothills of mount tianheng, where you visited as often as your wandering allowed.

you had become much better with your vision. more careful but just as hot. quick to scan situations and strategize in the moment, hardly taking a second before jumping into action, slaying hilichurls like you were getting paid. well, you were, you supposed, but you had been doing this long before you had discovered the benefit of joining the guild. you were good at it. you were built for adventure, but revelled in leisure. there was good reason you were able to take afternoons off, and you milked every last second of it.

"you're back in town?"

you grinned, leaning your sword against the wall and dropping your bag off your shoulders before settling at the bar. "for now."

rubin often served you alcohol - when you were in mondstadt, at least, however often that may be - but never questioned you deeply. he would ask how your travels were, and listen to your stories from regions beyond his knowledge, of the cultures that he had only heard of from people like you. he enjoyed them just about as much as any, if not a little more, purely because your tenacious personality brought something more to the table. he wondered, though, how long you intended to keep living day by day, sleeping in different beds every week.

"what's wrong with sleeping in different beds?" you teased, laughing into your wine glass. "if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were shaming me, rube."

rubin simply laughed, knowing your tone by now. "i just wonder if you ever intend on digging in your roots, or if you'll continue travelling forever."

"if i dig roots, you may never see me again. is that what you want?"

"what," he said. "you don't like mondstadt?"

"i love monstadt," you assured him. "but i also love inazuma. and my mother is in liyue, though she might be upset with me if i try to settle too close to her. perhaps natlan would suit me more?" you shrugged finally, the door behind you opening as you finished with "i suppose i'll settle when i've found a reason to love one place more than the rest."

rubin shook his head, a chuckle falling from his lips. "a wanderer through and through." his attention was quickly drawn to the man entering the bar. "ah, captain! the usual?"

"please," the decorated man said, quickly taking a seat beside you despite the rest of the bar being available. "would you like another, wanderer?"

you eyed him cautiously, studying what you could see if his face around the black eyepatch, gaze skimming down his elaborate clothing before looking down at your emptied drink. "sure."

"another for your wandering friend, rubin, on my tab, please." your brain swirled, considering the brief information you had been given and wondered how you had never managed to meet this regular during your past visits. "are you just drinking dandelion wine, or something more fun?"

"more fun?" you asked. "what are you drinking, then?"

"well, a death after noon, of course," he stated. "don't tell me you haven't had one."

you blinked at him. "i haven't."

you turned towards rubin when he laughed at the back and forth. "shall i make two, then?"

"definitely," your new drinking buddy said, then gestured to you. "you trust my taste, right?"

you said nothing, but he accepted your silent smile as an agreeance. "captain," you said finally, thinking of how rubin had addressed him. "of?"

the man turned towards you, his elbow planted on the bar and his cheek on a fist. despite his get up, he had a playful smirk across his lips. "you mean, my reputation doesn't precede me? you really are a wanderer. everyone in mondstadt knows my name."

"everyone but me," you corrected. "as i'm currently in mondstadt."

his teeth shone behind his smirking lips before he sat up straight. "well, allow me to introduce myself." he saluted, his arm extending from his side at an angle - a salute you recognized from the guards around the city. "i am jeonghan, the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius."

"ah, the knights," you smiled briefly, before letting your eyes wander as you thought, crossing your arms over the bar. "i don't see much of a cavalry in the city, though."

he let out an amused exhale. "so i have a bit more free time these days."

"i'm sure the acting grand master is jealous of all your free time," you teased. "poor guy, looks like he's staving off a panic attack every time i see him. you should probably help him more."

"so," he sighed, leaning against the bar again. "you know of the acting grand master but not me?"

"jihoon?" you asked. "of course i know of him. he's all anyone ever talks about around here."

jeonghan nodded once, thanking rubin when he placed two drinks before you. "people talk about me, also, you know."

your lips stuck out in a pout. "jeonghan, you said? doesn't ring a bell."

he rolled his eyes and picked up his drink, holding it out for you to cheers against. you giggled, clinking your glass against his before taking a sip. the golden liquid was sweet, but not like the dandelion wine you had grown to love in this region. it had more depth, a subtle bitterness to it, and a refreshing bubble. you stared after the glass when it left your lips, then looked over to find jeonghan grinning at you.

"i see why it's your usual," you said, taking another sip before placing the glass on the bar. "i could drink too many."

"will you?" he asked.

"not tonight," you replied coolly. "i haven't asked sana to put me up at the guild yet, and if i get there too late, i'll get a cot instead of a bed. unless rubin finally wants to come clean about something?"

the bartender laughed. "how many times do i have to tell you? we don't even have rooms to board."

you squinted at him. "i know there's something upstairs. i'll learn your secrets one day, rube."

"i wouldn't be a very good bartender if i didn't know how to keep them."

"so you're in the guild?" jeonghan asked as rubin attended to another patron. "an adventuring wanderer."

you smiled vaguely at him. "i am. i have to pay for my travels somehow."

he shrugged. "there's other ways to make money. probably more profitable, too."

you eyed his teasing smirk. "i'm not sure i know what you're implying."

"as a captain of the knights of favonius, i assure you, i'm implying nothing at all," he said, exhaling sharply and adjusting on his stool. he leaned over towards you before speaking in a quieter tone. "but as jeonghan, i think you know exactly what i'm implying."

you only laughed, recognizing the thinly veiled attempt to worm a secret out of you. "i outgrew those means a long time ago. besides, when mora gets tight, i can always board up with my mother. i like liyue enough."

jeonghan studied you as you drank again. "liyue's home, is it?'

"for her, yes," you said, looking over to him, but you found yourself looking away again when his steely blue gaze met yours. you thought carefully about how much of yourself you were willing to reveal to this stranger, especially considering how important he was in the rule of the city. "she was a wanderer, too, and ended up falling in love with liyue harbor."

jeonghan made note of the way your face softened as you spoke about your mother. "and what about you?"

you met his intent look again, thinking about how his covered eye somehow made him even more intimidating. perhaps that was its purpose. "what about me?"

"what have you fallen in love with?"

a smile crept onto your lips as you processed his question. "oh, archons, what have i not fallen in love with? the smell of the open ocean in inazuma, the breathtaking temples in sumeru - have you ever been to waterfall city?"

jeonghan merely shook his head at you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he put his cheek on a fist again, leaning against the bar. "beautiful?"

you exhaled, eyes wide as you thought of the towering falls and the light mist that covered the city, trying to come up with an apt description. "humbling. there's nothing like it."

he watched your expression, head tilting further. "what a wonderful way to describe a place. tell me more."

your gaze went to him, then away briefly, feeling suddenly shy as you noticed his look. "about waterfall city?"

he shrugged a fur covered shoulder, shaking his head lightly. "about anywhere. describe your world, wanderer. i'd like to hear whatever you have to say."

you wondered if the heat that ran through you was because of the alcohol or the man, but you just took another drink and cleared your throat lightly, thinking of more places you had discovered in your travels. you thought of qingce village, one of your favorite places to visit, because the people are kind and welcoming and the fields are so beautiful. you told him about a tea shop owned by an old man - he insisted you call him pops so fiercely that you weren't even sure you had caught his given name - and it was probably the most relaxing cup of tea you ever had.

"it's been a while since i've gone," you sighed. "i think i'm overdue for a chat with pops and his tea."

jeonghan was smiling when you looked at him again. "the tea in liyue is unmatched," he said, reaching for his drink. before taking another sip, he gestured for you to continue.

so you did. you told him about sakura pond, about celestia city, about the volcanic black beaches. you told him liyue had your favorite people, but inazuma had your favorite food. he clicked his tongue at you.

"what about mondstadt? do we have one of your favorites?"

you smiled, genuinely. "sunsets. the night sky is different here than it is anywhere else. i think mondstadt is the closest we can get to the stars without joining the archons."

jeonghan studied you briefly, his blue eye flicking over your face as you finished your drink. "i think that's an apt observation. it seems your eyes are always wide."

"i travel for the views," you exhaled. "i don't plan on missing any."

he thought a second. "have you been to starsnatch cliff?"

your eyes lit up. "not in years," you said, in complete shock that you could have forgotten such a place. you pushed from the bar slightly, turning towards him, and he noticed the flash of a red gem strapped to your right thigh for the first time. "my mother took me there when i was a kid, but i haven't gone since."

"it never gets old," he said, sipping at the end of his drink. "i've yet to see that view and not be in awe."

"i'll go before i leave mondstadt again," you decided.

he looked to you. "when will that be?"

you sighed. "not sure, yet."

he just chuckled. "would you like another drink?"

"oh, no," you said, standing and stretching your spine. "i should make my leave. i don't like sleeping on cots. i just came by to let my ol' pal rube know i was in town again."

jeonghan watched you pull your pack onto your back, grabbing the handle of your sheathed claymore from where it was leaning against the wall next to the bar. "perhaps i'll see you again tomorrow?"

you looked at him, a vague smile on your lips as you strapped your sword back on. "perhaps you will, captain."

"jeonghan," he corrected. "but i don't believe you ever shared your name?"

"that was by design, captain," you said, and he swore he caught a glint in your eye as you bid rubin a farewell and stepped out of the angel's share.

jeonghan spun back around on his stool, immediately looking to rubin. "do you know their name?"

"no, sir," he said, looking at the closed door. "they've never said."

jeonghan's gaze went to the empty glass you had left behind, thinking about your stories, your sword, and the signifier of your vision on your thigh. "fascinating."

you got lucky - sana had a private room for you, and said you were welcome to rent it for your stay. she said not many people were travelling to mondstadt these days, and that more often than not, the adventurer's barracks in headquarters went unused. ever since the fatui had holed up in the grand goth hotel, it had been harder for you to make extended stays in mondstadt, but it seemed that something was telling you to stick around longer than usual. you laid on the hard mattress - a feeling that was more comforting than most, thanks to your continuous travels - and thought of the charming captain that had made a night of questioning you. you wondered if he really had any interest in anything you had to say, or if he had been hoping for details about something pertinent to an investigation.

you packed a lighter bag in the morning, only bringing along the essentials as you set out for your commissions for the day. that afternoon, you wandered around mondstadt and asked questions. questions about the simultaneously well-discussed and mysterious cavalry captain that had listened to your tales of travel, and answers came easier than expected, though they didn't contain all the details you were looking for. that night, you waited up at the angel's share to brag about your newfound knowledge to the captain that never showed, and you did your best to not let that hurt your ego.

the next day, you made a detour on your way back to the city after completing your commissions, stopping by springvale to enjoy a well deserved lunch and catch up with some locals. you sat in the grass with a skewer of grilled meat, watching the windmills of mondstadt steadily spin in the distance as time passed, thinking about how rubin had asked you if you didn't like it here.

you did, you decided. mondstadt felt different than anywhere else you had been. untouched, almost. wilder. freer. despite being born in inazuma, your first memories being in celestia, or your mother being in liyue, mondstadt felt comfortable. felt like a home. you wondered to yourself what that might mean.

sana greeted you happily when you returned much later than you normally did. she told you to go ahead to the guild and come back, filing away your reports and retrieving your rewards. you dropped off your things in your rented room, quickly, practically galloping back down the steps towards the entrance of the city to continue your conversation with the adventurer guilds' mighty receptionist without your sword weighing you down. you crossed your arms on the counter, comfortably lounging as you chatted with her, having always enjoyed her conversations more than most. like rubin, she was a reason mondstadt always felt comfortable.

"fancy meeting you here," an all too familiar voice said, and you pulled your eyes from sana to find jeonghan leaning his side against the counter next to you.

"good evening, cavalry captain!" sana chirped, placing your reward - your room free already removed - on the counter and bowing politely. "can i help you with anything today?"

his icy gaze flickered from your lightly curved lips towards sana. "oh, no, my dear. i'm just coming back from an investigation near springvale"

"interesting," you said, eyeing him. "i was just there and didn't see you."

"i wouldn't be very good at my job if you did, wanderer," he grinned. "knight business, you wouldn't understand. got the assignment yesterday."

"ah," you shifted to your side to face him, making him eye the vision on your thigh. "is that why you never showed? rubin was worried."

he looked you up and down. "rubin was, huh?"

you rolled your eyes and adjusted your posture to face away from his smirk. sana looked between the two of you twice before clearing her throat as quietly as possible, making jeonghan let out a chuckle before he directed his attention to the guild's receptionist.

"how goes holding the post, sana?"

she looked almost frightened when the attention was directed back to her. "good, captain! in fact, one of our most capable adventurers-" she gestured to you, "-just returned from taking care of some of our more difficult commissions - no one else would take them."

jeonghan looked at you. "why did sana have to tell your secret?"

your eyebrows quirked upwards. "what secret?"

"that you're good at this. shouldn't you be bragging?"

a chuckle spilled from your lips, and jeonghan watched you as you looked away. "i'm not the bragging type."

he studied you a moment. "what type are you, then?"

you considered the question, wondering exactly how to answer. what type were you? if not a teller, than surely you must be a shower, but that didn't seem right either. you exhaled. "the quiet type. see you later, sana."

he laughed, pushing off the counter as you tucked your mora into your waist bag, wishing sana a good evening and following you towards the fountain. "you sure talk a lot for being the quiet type."

a smirk landed itself on your lips as he fell into step beside you. "maybe private is a better description."

"that one i can see," jeonghan said, looking over to you. he thought of how you had spent nearly an hour telling him about the best views in teyvat, yet he still didn't know the most basic information about you. "do you share your name with anyone?"

you thought. "my mother."

he scoffed. "anyone else?"

you looked to the sky. "rubin."

"wrong," he retorted. "he doesn't know your name, either."

you laughed, looking over to him as you came up to the fountain, spinning and sitting back on the ledge. "you asked?"

"of course i asked," he said, planting one foot on the ledge beside you and placing his arms on his knee. "i asked other people, too. almost everyone knows you, but they don't know anything about you. bits and pieces, but never the full picture."

you just smiled up at him from your relaxed posture on the concrete. "what's wrong with a little intrigue?"

he just smiled back at you. "nothing. i tend to keep a bit myself. did you know there's a large number of people in this city that were shocked when i said you wield a claymore?"

you hummed, dipping the tips of your fingers into the fountain. "did you know there's a large number of people in this city that consider you the most eligible bachelor in not only mondstadt, but in all of teyvat?"

his lips parted slightly as you spoke. "so you snooped, too."

"i was bored yesterday. it wasn't hard," you exhaled. you flicked a drop of water towards his foot. "jeonghan yoon, the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius since he was only nineteen. who loves wine and whose adopted brother runs the biggest winery in teyvat, yet they're hardly ever seen speaking. who comes from a far off land on a different continent, but has come to love mondstadt like it was his home. who wears an eyepatch but has never told anyone why."

he chuckled at the assessment and pulled his foot off the ledge to sit beside you. "so when do i get to learn about you?"

"i told you about me yesterday," you said.

"you told me about teyvat," he corrected. "and while i was able to infer some things about your character, i still know close to nothing about you."

you thought for a moment, realizing no one had ever noticed how little you truly shared despite always being willing to tell stories. "sometimes it feels like i am teyvat. it's hard to think of things that are just about me."

"you could start with that vision," he said, nodding at the strap across your thigh. you looked down at it, exhaling.

"what's there to tell? you know what it means, and that's more teyvat than me, too."

he leaned back on a hand, looking you up and down in curiosity. "how old were you."

you chewed your cheek. "fourteen. you?"

his lip quirked upwards. "sixteen."

you bumped his shoulder with yours playfully. "beat you."

he laughed. "how'd it happen?"

you paused. "you go first."

he just chuckled and looked away, watching a dog wander past the general store. "another day, then."

"no fun," you sighed, brushing your hands together as you leaned forward. "what about the eyepatch?"

he met your eyes, mouth slanted in a smirk. "another day."

you clicked your tongue. "if you wanna learn about me, you have to be willing to give up some details, too. i value a fair trade."

"then stop asking questions that you know i won't share the answer to." jeonghan noticed the color of the sky, then suddenly pulled a pocket watch out, checking it quickly to confirm that there was enough time and stood. "come with me?"

you stared up at him. "where?"

he grinned, extending a hand to help you to your feet. "you said mondstadt's sunsets were your favorite, correct?"

you generally weren't prone to following mysterious men into back corridors, but jeonghan easily convinced you with no words at all that sneaking around the sight line of the acting grand master was completely normal behavior, sushing you with a grin as you giggled, taking refuge around a corner after the two of you made it up to the second floor of the favonius headquarters. he tugged your hand with his, pulling you into a steep maintenance staircase behind a door.

"this feels like it's against some rules," you said, climbing the stairs behind him.

"nonsense," he said, looking back at you and grinning. "are you suggesting that a knight of favonius would break rules just to impress a mysterious traveler?"

you laughed quietly, wondering if he really meant that he wanted to impress you. "not most, but maybe this one."

he only thought for a split second. "if anyone asks, we're on official knight business."

he opened the door and you found the sky again, beginning to glow orange as the edge of the sun began to hide behind the cliffs. you stared in awe at the way the few fluffy clouds reflected pink and gold, then readjusted your focus when jeonghan spoke again.

"i hope you aren't afraid of heights," he said, walking over to the parapets that surrounded you. "the best view requires a bit of a climb."

you looked up at the tower, and while it wasn't much higher than where you stood, you also recognized that you were well above most of mondstadt already. "you climb up there?"

he paused, studying you. "we don't have to, we can just sit on a merlon-"

"no, we can climb," you said, walking over to where he was and eyeing the small gap between the parapet and the adjacent roof. "hop over?"

he laughed, stepping over the gap and holding a hand out for you. "watch your step."

and though you didn't need it, you accepted the hand anyways, and it stayed on yours as you walked over the roof to the tower, as if making sure you didn't misstep several stories in the air.

"would you like to go first?" he asked. "i'll catch you if you fall."

you rolled your eyes at him, dropping your hand from his grip. "you go first. i want to see where the handholds are."

he just grinned at you. "very well," he said, tugging on the wrists of his fingerless gloves to make sure they were taught against his skin before taking hold of a brick. you watched him as he took foothold after foothold, and he resisted the urge to show off by speedily scaling the wall in favor of making sure you had the chance to see where he gripped. when he reached the opening in the tower, he pulled himself up and spun around, exhaling with a grin as he seated himself at the ledge with his legs dangling above you.

"your turn."

you adjusted your waist bag as you sighed in amused annoyance, spinning it to be behind you and out of your hips' way to climb the wall. it wasn't much - a couple meters, maybe - and you had definitely climbed further, but jeonghan's presence made you slightly nervous. that nervousness, however, just fueled you to prove yourself.

you scaled the wall easily, making jeonghan whistle and jokingly call you some kind of adventurer, and your only hesitation came when his hand was in your face. despite your initial inclination to ignore it, you put your left hand in his, allowing him to help you pull yourself up on the ledge and sit beside him.

"impressive," he commented.

you laughed, brushing off your hands. "you, too."

"c'mon," he said, gesturing his head over his shoulder before making moves to stand. "the view's on the other side."

you sighed, looking over the view of mondstadt shrouded in golden light as he stood and walked to the other ledge. "never a moment of rest with you."

"if you want to miss the sunset, be my guest."

you leaned back on your hands and laughed, pulling your gaze away from the city to look at where jeonghan had seated himself on the other end of the tower, and subsequently the view of the rolling hills beyond him that were glowing golden in the evening sun. you blinked for a second, realizing you hadn't seen the sunset the night before, and quickly got to your feet to join him before you missed this one, too.

he gave you a soft smile when you sat beside him, and you briefly wondered how many he had in his repertoire. the wind was stronger higher, whipping gently through his hair and alleviating any uncomfortable warmth you may have had from exerting yourself on the way up. you watched the dregs of sunlight skip across the grassy hills and the sky turn deep orange and bright pink, feet swinging lightly over the edge of the tower.

"i was fighting with my brother," he said suddenly, causing you to look at him with a start before you realized he was telling you about his vision. there was a slight smile on his face as he looked out on the fields. "hyungwon. it was bad. he already had his - he's a pyro, like you - and we were both young and stupid and just lost our dad. we were sword fighting and it came to me when i needed it. it probably saved my life, honestly."

you blinked at him. "you think he would have killed you?'

he exhaled, leaning back on his hands. "i think if the roles had been reversed, i would have tried to kill him, too. i'm grateful it didn't go that way, though." he coughed abruptly, clearing his throat. "we're on speaking terms, and i do love him as a brother, but i generally avoid him."

you let that thought ruminate as you watched the sun sink, halfway beyond the horizon. "my father was in a gang in inazuma, but my mom ran away when she found out she was pregnant. didn't want to raise a kid in that world, i guess? we ran into him when i got older and he wasn't very understanding." you paused, remembering the detail too well. "they were going to take her vision. that's what they did to traitors. probably take me, too. they weren't expecting me to start setting fires."

jeonghan's gaze was on you as yours was on the horizon. "just a couple of survivors."

you looked over at him, a smirk on your lips. "a couple?"

he laughed waving at your implication, thinking he would have said the same thing in an attempt to fluster you just as you were to him. "like, more than one and less than four."

you only laughed back. "fortune favors the weak, i suppose. the archons saw we needed help and extended a fig branch."

"is that what it was?" he asked, a laugh on his lips. "we were both fighting people. that's hardly an offer of peace."

"look for the deeper meaning, jeonghan. we were fighting for our lives," you pointed out, and he realized it was the first time you had addressed him by his name rather than his title. "i was fighting for family. for freedom. is that not the greatest pursuit of peace?"

he watched you as you pulled your knees to your chest, putting your feet on the edge of the stonework surface you sat on. he studied the way the golden rays lit your skin and made your eyes sparkle. "i suppose so."

you paused in that moment for a long while, and jeonghan allowed the comfortable silence as the two of you watched the sun disappear beyond the cliffs of mondstadt. the sky was turning a deep shade of purple when you told him your name, and jeonghan thought that it was quite possibly the best news he had ever received, but he kept that joy to himself as he confirmed your name, and you rolled your eyes.

"are you gonna answer my other question now?"

he scoffed. "about the eyepatch? is it really that interesting?"

"not any more interesting than my name," you retorted.

"completely untrue," jeonghan insisted. "i've never been so excited to be told a secret, and i get told a lot of secrets."

you eyed his smile warily. "my name may be unknown, but it's no secret."

he sighed and shook his head lightly. "you really wanna know the reason i wear it? it's probably not as dramatic as you're hoping."

"yet you hide it?"

he laughed. "what's wrong with a little intrigue?"

you looked away, recognizing the parrot of your own words. "whatever you say, captain."

"no!" he whined and grabbed your arm, making you start and look at him with big eyes. "you just started calling me jeonghan, don't go back to captain."

you stared at him, only breaking to laugh, dropping your legs over the edge again. "you won't show me what's under the eyepatch, so i thought we weren't on first name basis."

his hand on your bicep was warm and gentle, but his gaze was piercing as he thought it over for a bit longer. you did your best to hold it, but you felt yourself shrinking when he quietly muttered, "go on, then."

it took you a second to register what he meant, and you reached out slowly, fingers hesitating before they brushed upon his cheekbone. jeonghan closed his eyes, resigning to your touch as you gently lifted the eyepatch. his eyes opened again, slowly, and you thought your heart might have skipped a beat.

"like chocolate," you commented, and a smile spread across his lips.

"that's the kindest reaction i've gotten."

your fingers fell upon his temple, brushing down gently as you inspected his singular brown eye. "since birth?"

he nodded, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before he spoke. "heterochromia. it's a characteristic of my family."

you studied his face. "not the one here?"

he sighed. "not the one here."

the icy blue of jeonghan's eye had always struck something in you. it made him mysterious. commanding. it felt like he saw more than you despite having one eye covered. but now, you felt warm. you felt his gentleness. there was comfort hidden away behind that black patch, and you told him that you understood why the cavalry captain had chosen to hide the eye he did.

but to you, he was willing to show anything that would keep you around longer, he said.

"why me?" you asked, studying his expression when he looked away. the sun had retreated behind the hills, leaving the sky a deep blue.

jeonghan didn't respond right away, and you wondered if he himself even knew the answer. "we're birds of a feather, you and i."

you looked out to the view again, watching the subtle movements of the wild hills. "did you travel much before you came here?"

"it was all i knew," he told you. "i was thirteen when my father left me here."

your neck snapped, your eyes on his profile when he leaned back on his hands. "left you?"

he almost laughed, a smile on his lips when his eyes met yours. "i was slowing him down, i suppose. hyungwon's father found me and took me in."

"so you stayed?"

"i didn't always want to," he assured you. "i had the itch to leave for years. as soon as i was able, i always told myself." he paused, eyes dropping. "then father died. then hyungwon turned down his position with the knights. and i was their second choice."

you pursed your lips. "you stayed for a job."

he laughed. "it's not that simple."

you smiled at him, enjoying the warmth of his eyes on yours as the sky cooled. "are you sure we're birds of a feather?"

"listen," he said, getting off his hands and brushing them off on his thighs. "i accepted the job so that i could set the story straight. i didn't want to run from the people that believed that hyungwon tried to kill me to avenge our father."

you studied him. "i'm sorry."

"don't be," he said, nudging your shoulder. "i was still planning on leaving, but then i fell in love."

you looked away, trying to sort out the way your stomach flipped. "are they still around?"

"not with a person," he laughed, then nodded towards the now dark hills. "with the views. besides, i get free reign whenever i leave for missions. i have fun adventuring, and come home to the best sunsets in teyvat. there are worse places to call home."

your eyes scanned the horizon, remembering the brilliant rays of sun you had just seen skip across it. "that is tempting."

"how tempting?" he asked.

you thought on that for a moment. "almost as much as a death after noon right now."

jeonghan laughed, slightly proud that he had hooked you on his favorite drink. "shall we go see rubin, then?"

you hummed, smiling at the captain. "as long as i don't have to sit alone again."

"that's a promise," he told you as he stood, holding out a hand that you took without hesitation, though he withheld his intention to make sure you were never alone again.

#hehe i came up with a whole thing #this was basically me wanting to write kaeya fanfic but knowing i would wanna post it so writing it about jeonghan instead #caratwritersclub #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #hannie #genshin impact au #jeonghan is kaeya and im just right #i wrote dis

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How the Sarah Paulson AHS Characters react to reader dying their hair in a vibrant color: (One Shots/Headcanon)

Cordelia Goode: 💛

-All day Cordelia has been pacing back and forth in her office, waiting for you to return home from wherever you are. At first she didn't really notice your absence because she was in her office all day, expecting you to be in the greenhouse or with the girls somewhere but when she couldn't find you in the afternoon she started worrying and calling you. You couldn't pick up the phone however because currently you are hiding in your old room at the academy after one of your genius ideas and spells failed miserably

-All you wanted was to change the color of a rose for Cordelia because you have been watching the other girls all do it before and you wanted to surprise her by learning this spell. What you missed was that on the table where you focused your magic on wasn't just a rose but also a strand of your hair. So instead of only the rose changing into a nice pink color it turned your hair pink as well

-At first you didn't notice until you saw your reflection in one of the big windows of the greenhouse and you have been embarassed about this all day. Instead of talking to anyone about this you decided to just hide in your old room with some books trying to figure out how to reverse this spell and get your natural color back. In the meantime Cordelia double checked around the entire academy and eventually she found a pink rose and pink strands of hair on the table in the greenhouse and she connected the dots after asking Zoe who was last in the greenhouse and her telling the supreme it was you

-Finding you in the end wasn't that hard either because all Delia has to do is close her eyes, imagine you and boom she will be right there, teleported by your side. You were just in the middle of reading your book, sitting on your old bed when Cordelia suddenly appeared. ''Delia'' you squeal and you say ''I hate it when you do that'' but suddenly you remember your hair. Cordelia stands in front of the bed, looking at you with a little smile ''What did you do to your hair sweetheart?'' she questions playfully and you look down feeling embarassed. She approaches the bed and sits at the end of it ''Well I tried to do a spell for you to enchant a rose and I also changed my hair color instead of just the petals'' you say with a frown

-Cordelia just smiles the entire time and shaking her head playfully before saying ''I really like the rose and the pink hair'' and you furrow your eyebrows and look at her ''Really?'' you ask and she nods. ''I could change it back you know'' she says after a few moments of silence and you say ''Really?'' and she nods. ''Can you then because I don't like it'' you say with puppy eyes and Cordelia chuckles and with a flick of her wrist your hair is back to normal. ''Oh thank you Delia'' you say and breathe out feeling relieved that your hair is all back to normal. ''Next time Darling just come to me straight away and I can fix it'' Cordelia scolds a little with a raised eyebrow ''Dinner now?'' you ask feeling hungry from hiding away all day ''Yes sweetheart come on'' Delia chuckles and takes your hand while pulling you into a kiss

-Will never stop joking about the time you tried to enchant a rose and ended up with pink hair, always makes jokes or sometimes playfully threatens to turn your hair pink again when you don't listen to her or you are disobeying

Ally Mayfair-Richards: ❤️

-Your wife is currently preparing breakfast in the kitchen when she hears a loud high pitched scream coming from you in the bathroom. ''Oh my god'' you scream and Ally is quick to drop everything she is doing and run upstairs. As she enters the bathroom she sees you standing by the mirror your hair a bright blue color. ''What have you done?'' Ally asks slightly shocked and you shake your head in disbelief ''Nothing I just washed my hair'' and Ally furrows her eyebrow in confusion before you see a little someone standing by the doorframe giggling

''Oz Mayfair-Richards I swear to god'' you say as you see him and Ally is quick to turn around and look at him. She raises her eyebrow at him and he instantly starts apologizing ''I'm so sorry it was supposed to be a prank for mom''. Ally's jaw drops a little and she huffs ''So this was for me just wait you'' and she chases him across the entire house. You stand in the bathroom unsure what to think of this sudden change in your appearance. After changing your clothes, you walk downstairs to the kitchen only to see Oz sitting by the table with a frown. ''I'm sorry Y/N'' he apologizes again but you just ruffle through his hair and tell him ''Payback just wait buddy'' and he smiles

-Ally walks over to you with the bottle he used ''It's just temporary it should come out in a few washes'' she says relieved and you also feel slightly relieved although part of you actually really likes this color. You take the bottle out of Ally's hand and say ''Come here Oz'' but Ally is quick to chase after you and scold ''Don't you dare put this on his head'' and you argue ''You said it was just temporary, just a few washes'' mocking her words from seconds ago. ''Please mom we can all dye it'' he suggests and you nod your head and both of you and Oz look at Ally full of excitement

-She takes a deep breath and thinks about it for a moment, considering it's the holidays and you all have a few days off she ends up agreeing ''Fine but I will do Oz's hair and my own'' and you and Oz squeal and run to the bathroom, Ally following with a chuckle and shaking her head playfully. The three of you end up with blue temporary hair but you all love it, you take a thousand selfies, Oz doesn't stop talking about it to his friends on the phone and Ally just loves her little adorable family

Wilhemina Venable: 💜

-You walk into Kineros Robotics with your head held high, carrying some lunch for your girlfriend ready to surprise her at work. The last few days she has been so stressed and busy with work that you thought it would be nice to cheer her up a little. You decided to wear her favorite skirt on you, some tights she loves and bring her favorite lunch plus you as dessert if she is up for that.  However the biggest surprise isn't the food, you or you showing up at her work unannounced it's the fact you just came from the hair dressers with your new hair color and Mina's favorite- purple of course

-Already from a few steps away you can hear her typing on her computer and you knock on her door gently. It takes a few moments before she replies ''Come in'' and at first she carries on working on her computer thinking it's her assistant or just someone getting on her nerves again but her jaw drops completely when she sees you and the hair. ''What on earth have you done?'' she asks her jaw still dropped. ''Don't you like it?'' you ask while closing the door and putting her lunch on the table. ''I do but why?'' Wilhemina asks, now a smirk visible on her face

-''Well you have my favorite color as a hair color- red and I thought I could have yours, I could tell you will like it'' you reply with a smirk and Wilhemina looks your body up and down. ''Besides this way everyone knows now that I belong to you'' you say with a smirk. ''Did you lock the door?'' Wilhemina asks while licking her lips ''Always Miss Venable'' you reply and she pulls you closer and sits you on her desk

-Wilhemina will be very shocked at first and unable to even speak about it because the gesture of you dying your hair purple just for her is something so special and no one has ever done anything special for her. Mina being Mina she is a bit awkward but soon enough will fall in love with the idea and your hair. Often strokes it and praises you for picking that color ''Good girl for choosing such a pretty color, little one'' she will say to you

Audrey Tindall: 💚

-You both have been talking about it for a little while now dying your hair in a more brighter color and what you didn't know was that when Audrey left for ''Work'' this morning she actually went to the hairdresser and when you told her you were gonna go to the ''Store'' you actually did the exact same

-Audrey decides for a turquoise color and you go for mint green. Once you both get home that night you stare at each other with the same hilarious expression. ''Oh my gawd you didn't'' Audrey says and you just start bursting out laughing that you both had the same idea, on the same day and even lied to what you are spending your day with and almost the same color

-''I love it'' you tell her as you actually take a proper look at her hair and you stroke through it. ''Yours is amazing too love'' Audrey says and she kisses your head and the two of you being adorable dorks you both walk around with very vibrant colors for a while, getting you strange looks wherever you both go especially when you go somewhere together

Billie Dean Howard: 🖤

-As soon as Billie Dean returns from work tonight she is so excited to see you. She unlocks the door and kicks off her heels while trying to find you. When she sees that you are not in the kitchen she frowns a little. Billie doesn't expect you to be her maid or anything and make her dinner every night but you usually do it so she is a little sad especially because you had messaged her in the morning you will cook for her

-She carries on looking for you and she can't find you anywhere at first. She was about to go back to the kitchen to get her phone and call you, thinking you might have gone somewhere when she hears silent sniffles coming from the bathroom. She instantly walks in there without knocking, worried why her babydoll would be upset. When she walks in however she sees you sitting on the floor with dark dirty green hair. She tries to hold in the chuckle and she kneels down in front of you ''Honey what happened?'' she asks and you try and fight the tears ''I was just trying to dye my hair blonde again and then this happened''

-Billie shakes her head and tuts ''Babydoll I have told you so many times don't use box dye and go to a hair dresser with me'' and you frown. ''I just wanted to surprise you that's all and I couldn't get an appointment anywhere until weeks so yeah'' and you cross your arms. ''Well you definitely have surprised me babydoll'' Billie says with a smirk and she offers her hand to help you up. ''But I'm ugly now'' you frown and Billie lifts up your chin and looks into your eyes ''Kitten you could never be ugly don't say that'' and you simply nod and mumble ''Okay''

-She leads you out of the bathroom and into the living room ''Alright you go ahead and order us some food and I will call Constance I think she has a good hairdresser and she might be able to get us an appointment for tomorrow'' Billie says and you smile, take the phone and thank your girlfriend. ''Thank you Billie'' you say shily and Billie walks off swaying her hips and answering ''Anything for you babydoll'' and you feel all warm and loved that Billie is taking care of you like that. You end up ordering Billie and your usual order and Billie gets you an appointment for the next day

-She takes you there and insists on staying with you and thankfully the hair dressers are able to fix it and you end up with pretty blonde hair. ''So pretty darling'' Billie praises as she takes you back home after paying for your new hair as well. ''Thanks for everything Billie'' you say and give her a kiss on the cheek while she takes you both home ''The green didn't look too bad'' she jokes and you roll your eyes and playfully punch her arm

Sally McKenna: 💙

-Your girlfriend has been waiting for you to return from your appointment all day. You didn't exactly tell her where you are actually going which only caused Sally to be suspicious and just a little jealous and also scared you won't come back due to her abandonment issues. What she didn't know however was that you are sticking to a weird dare that Sally found on social media. The post said ''Your first @ has to dye their hair in a vibrant color'' and of course Sally tagged you but never expected you to go through with it especially because it was a few days ago

-Considering you spent most of your days with Sally and in the hotel you thought why the hell not. So you ended up going to the hairdressers across the street from the hotel and you picked orange. It has always been one of your favorite colors and you just really wanted to go for orange and a short hair cut. As soon as you walk back into the hotel Liz sees you and approaches ''Looking good girl'' she says and you blush a little ''Well Sally is gonna love that pumpkin'' she says with a wink knowing all too well about how Sally always calls you by that pet-name

-You find Sally sitting in a booth by the bar and just drinking something. She sees you and looks away again before realizing you just walked into the bar. She spits her drink out seeing the color and she approaches you. ''What the fuck did you do?'' she asks shocked and you smirk and reply ''The post you tagged me in remember?'' and it takes a few seconds for her to reply ''Pumpkin I didn't think you would actually do that, it's orange'' she says while stroking through it gently ''Oh my god you are actually my little pumpkin now'' she says with soft puppy eyes and your heart melts at her words. She pulls you into a hug before dragging you to the bar to get a drink with her and show everyone your new hair color

-Will take selfies with you and photos of you, showing you off all over social media. She will edit a photo of you with a little pumpkin emoji and post it with the caption ''My little pumpkin'' and the hashtags ''my little pumpkin''  and ''hands off-mine'' Will never shut up about the orange hair and always forces you to get it dyed again once the color starts to fade and you both love it

Lana Winters: 🧡 (AU -now time)

-Your girlfriend is so excited to pick you up for your day together today because she agreed to take you to pride. You both have been preparing for ages, buying matching rainbow outfits, little badges and flags. What she didn't know yet is that she is in for another rainbow surprise as soon as you open the door. When you hear the doorbell you are a bit nervous of her reaction considering you have dyed your hair from your natural color to rainbow color, even though it will be temporary you are still nervous about her reaction

-As soon as you open the door Lana's cute smile turns into her jaw dropping slightly and eyes going wide ''Oh my god'' she chuckles after the initial shock and she asks ''Is that permanent?'' but you quickly reassure her it will wash out in a few days. ''Okay good I love it then'' she says with the most adorable smile and you can't help but smile at how adorable she looks with the rainbow t-shirt, pride pin and little rainbow face paint and her hair in a cute ponytail

-She will take your hand ''Ready sweetie?'' and you will both spend the best day together, dancing with people, singing to the music and enjoying your day at pride. A LOT of people mention and compliment your hair and Lana smiles every single time, proud to be your girlfriend

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