#look this has been in my drafts for days; because I made one extra gif and I've been trying to decide which one to use

[tamayakii]

Tourney of Blood

warnings: canon-typical violence, OOC-ish Otto but i mean, they're all OOC cause they're yanderes, yanderes but it's not super explicit as u can read this as a stand-alone piece. pairings: all platonic, though i wrote this heavily biased towards Otto x reader and because of that, has been tagged as such. notes: this has been in drafts for awhile, please i beg of ALL my readers i want to hear feedback, i want to actually hear that you enjoyed it(if you did), whether in comments or inbox. Notes are no longer what they were before. Series: This is officially a part of my "Their Angel" series which is a yandere hotd AU series which can be categorized as a y/nbowl (where all characters go after one), but don't worry i can write individual x readers for this au upon request <3

The day of the first Tourney was here, Queen Aemma has started her labours, and King Viserys happily watched the jousting match for his soon-to-be son.

You sat beside Otto, and beside him is Viserys. You’re white clothing stuck out like a thumb, almost reflecting the neighbouring colours around you. Your crown sits upon your head, Targaryen gems decorating it, your veil tucked back for better viewing.

Anxiously you spin the ring upon your left thumb, Aemma’s labour left you worried but you held it in, for Viserys and Rhaenrya, they relied upon you with their personal worries. Sliding your own fingers across your lip as you chew, flinching when the knight flies off of his horse, jousting stick sent through his shield.

“Stop it.” Otto demands, quietly as he leans towards you, taking your hand from your mouth. Before he could pull it away, you grip it, rubbing your thumb across his aged fingers.

“I do not see the point of beating each other senseless, Ser Otto.” Turning your body closer to the man, sneering as two knights begin to fight. “We could be doing better things. I could be doing better things.” Huffing as you look at Otto, he gives a weak smile.

“It’s all for your soon-to-be brother, my princess.” He answers, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the king. The Targaryens, Hightowers and Velaryons have fought over you since your first step into the red keep.

“blood shed for a babe? odd.” you shoot back, “i could be with the queen now. Helping her.” It is no secret in the castle of Queen Aemmas decade-long past with pregnancies, only having one living child. Princess Rhaenrya.

“That is something you shouldn’t worry yourself over.” Otto grips your hand tighter, making you look at him. Worry. Something that has driven you to near madness, has made you starve and harm yourself. Maesters have told you many things, some losing their tongues for such words that the king did not like being used when addressing you.

“How can I not.” you lean closer to him, “it is my own mother who lay in bed, in pain, she might as well have pushed me out of her own womb. I feel her pain as if it is my own.” You quickly turn back to the jousting, still holding Otto's hand. Who has now signed leaning back in his chair, looking over and giving Viserys a tense look.

Daemon is up, he scans the knights one by one, before landing on Otto's eldest son. Otto instinctively straightens his bad, puffing his chest out, knowing Daemon did this to offend him. You place your other hand on top of your intertwined ones, as extra comfort.

Daemon, your crass and violent uncle, would do anything to piss Ser Otto Hightower off, This- just about everyone knew. You could only pray for the eldest Hightower son, for now, his life is within the prince's hand.

Horses run at each other, green and black, they point their jousting sticks. Suddenly, Daemon dips his own down, tripping Ser Gwayne’s horse. You quickly turn your head away whilst Gwaynes body was in the air, and Otto's hand tightens around yours.

You are deafened by the roar of the crowd, your only anchor being the old man’s hand. Seconds pass by, and Gwaynes unconscious body is dragged away.

“At least he lives.” You whisper, patting Otto's hand, optimistic that Gwayne shall pull through such a brutal defeat and bruised ego. The sound of hurried steps catches your attention, looking back you’re met with one of the maesters leaning over to your father's ear.

Viserys nods, gets up quickly and walks off, but not without soothing your worries as you watch him. Caressing your chin with a finger as he lets out a soothing “do not fret, dragonling” before he’s gone.

You turn back to the jousting matches, the surrounding sound drowned out by a hum. A low dragon's song, fish swim in your head, at some point, Otto’s hand left yours and he was gone. You do not know if what you saw before you was a painting in motion or from your own vision. Bile rises in your throat as worries stir in your head, the maesters face seemed ashen. With no hand to hold, you begin to chew on your fingernails. 

The hum stops as the crowd erupts once more, like the tide washing away blood, it is like your vision came back. You see your uncle on dirt, the opponent stepping on his chest and holding a weapon, your eyes widen as you almost leap out of your seat.

Daemon yields and lives, you feel your heart palpate, gripping your seat arm. Perhaps you should have stayed with Mother, you think, unaware of Otto's return. You see the council around you begin to leave, Rhaenys leans forward and whispers in her children's ears. 

Otto approaches you, with a melancholy expression, your chest tightens as you realize what is happening. You can only mouth the words no, shaking your head. He refuses to meet your eye, before his hand meets your shoulder you stand up from your seat. Picking up your skirt and running out of the balcony, tears blurring your vision as you run through the keep.

The day has changed for all within the red-keep. 

#Yandere House of The Dragon #yandere hotd #yandere x reader #yandere house of the dragon fic #yandere hotd fic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #Otto Hightower x reader #otto hightower #rhaenrya targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys velaryon #alicent hightower #viserys targaryen #viserys the peaceful #yandere #yandere fic #yandere imagines

[twig-tea]

A question for you because you seem like one of those people who has watched everything: how did you get started watching bl, and what are your ultimate favorite shows?

Double-barrelled! I'm honoured.

How did I get into BL?

The short answer is that ~2016 the YouTube algorithm served me up Lovesick and I immediately went EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THIS and looked up everything else available and watched literally everything I could get my hands on (which at the time was easy because there was only a handful compared to today, but it still felt like a wealth of content to enjoy).

The longer answer is that I used to be really involved in GL (I was the secretary at the first Yuricon in North America in 2002 or 2003) and then BL manga fandom (was in a scanlation group for awhile) through ~2006? so its extra hilarious that this wasn't my route in; I apparently took a break right before they started making live action versions in Japan. But when I got into Thai BL it was fun rediscovering these tropes in a new medium and through the lens of a new-to-me culture, noticing how they differed and how the genre had matured (and how it hadn't), and on catching up on the stuff out of Japan, seeing some of the manga I read over a decade ago come to life! So I mention this history because it's definitely a part of why I stayed (and probably why the algorithm found me relatively quickly).

I only started tracking things in a spreadsheet in 2020 (and it's not nearly as comprehensive or useful as @absolutebl 's), but I did try to backfill the highlights of what I've seen and I have over 550 rows on there, fwiw. I'm a completionist so I do try to watch everything, though that's getting more and more impossible these days.

Ultimate Favourite Shows

This question is so hard. I know you didn't even give me a limit but you have to understand @lurkingshan, I can't choose favourites, I have a draft top ten list that has been blank for 3 years because I can't commit. Okok. I'm just going to list shows as they come to me (not in any particular order):

Thailand: Until We Meet Again, He's Coming to Me, Diary of Tootsies, WhyRU, Ingredients, Not Me, Secret Crush on You, I Told Sunset About You & I Promised You the Moon, Triage, You're My Sky, Make it Right, La Pluie, My Ride, Bad Buddy, My School President, Laws of Attraction, Moonlight Chicken, Dear Dr I'm Coming for Soul, To Sir With Love/Khun Chai, The Eclipse, Midnight Museum, Lovely Writer... Grey Rainbow [ducks, hides, runs away]

Japan: Doushitemo Furetakunai (no touching at all), Kinou Nani Tabeta (What did you eat yesterday?), Our Dining Table, Takara-Kun and Amagi-Kun, Old Fashioned Cupcake, 7 Days (mon-thurs & fri-sun), His (miniseries & movie), I Want to See Only You, Kieta Hatsukoi/My love mix-up, the Cherry Magic Movie, Life~Senjou no bokura/Love on the Line, 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us, Given (anime is my fave version), Tokyo in April Is..., Cornered Mouse Dreams of Cheese, Utsukushii Kare/My beautiful man

Korea: Our Dating Sim, Semantic Error, The Lover [BL side], Color Rush, Blueming, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, Love Class 2, Made on the Rooftop, Discipline Z, Light on Me, To My Star (yes both seasons), Strongberry (faves are Long Time No See, Confidential Coffee Break, and A First Love Story), Sing My Crush, Just Friends?

Vietnam: Goodbye Mother, Hey! First Love, Nation's Brother, You Are Ma Boy, Follow My Sunshine, FOOLs, Tien Bromance: My Small Family, Love Bill

Philippines: Gameboys, Gaya sa Pelikula, Boys Lockdown, Cheat [warning: horror], Your Home, Better Days

Taiwan: Be Loved in House, My DNA Says Love You, We Best Love (1 & 2), HIStory (Crossing the Line is my fave, and second fave is...Make Our Days Count [ducks, hides, burrows into ground]).

Other: Summerdaze (short from Singapore), Stay Still (Hong Kong), HeHe and He (Hong Kong, final season in progress but s1&2 are so funny) and the bromances/difficult to categorize: Scumbag System, Word of Honor, The Untamed, Guardian, Coffee Prince, Bromance (Taiwanese), Great Men Academy, Mr Queen, Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, SCI Mystery

*deep breath* ok I'm stopping lol narrowing it down any less than this gives me pain so I won't try. Also I'm sure I forgot something obvious (and Tumblr was eating drafts of this at various points). All I can say about this list is it's under 100 and that's the best I could do.

Thanks for the ask, and to anyone who made it this far thanks for reading!

#thank you for the ask! #multi bl #rec list #i remain a parody of myself and unable to choose favourites #thank you for coming to my ted talk #ask game #typed so i can stop thinking it

[drabbles-mc]

Catching the Red-Eye

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: I just saw a funny post that gave me a fic idea: Friend says “Our flight is at 3am so we could go drinking and then straight to the airport.” Y/N: “Sound like a great idea!” Narrator: “It was not a great idea.” Can I request a Juice x reader where she & her gf (maybe Tara or someone?) are coming back from a girls trip and Juice(&Jax or whoever) have to deal w/ whatever state they find their girls in? 😂😂

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I started a draft for this months ago when you first sent it in and then my computer deleted it. But I got back to it tonight because apparently my muse is only awake between 11pm and 1am these days 😂 I did tweak a couple little things from the original request but the idea of writing reader an Tara as friends just made my heart way too happy. I love them so much and I hope they have many adventures together going forward. I've missed writing slice of life stuff like this. 🥰 (Also I can't lie this made me want to write more fic for Jax and Tara. It's such a small glimpse of them here but god I mourn the missed opportunities of them just having normal relationship moments man idkidk)

A/N 2: My requests are closed this is an old one that's been sitting in my inbox for literal months. Unedited and unbetad as always lmao

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It was the first time that you’d ever actually been drunk on a plane. For all the times you heard people talk about airport bars, and all the times that flight attendants had offered you cocktails, you had never really thought much about it. You were always on the go through the airport, always had a book or something to keep you company on the flights. You had never even been buzzed near a plane, let alone drunk and on one.

Apparently the missing ingredient had been traveling with Tara. You had no idea what you had been missing out on until you had it. All because of a trip for a hospital conference. The two of you had spent the better part of your week sitting through lectures and seminars. Sure, the information was interesting, and sure, you were both thankful for the opportunity. But after an entire week in a swanky resort it felt like the two of you had nothing to show for it.

Then to top it all off, your flight got delayed. So you and Tara were stuck at the airport with a few extra hours to kill. It wasn’t long enough to justify leaving just to have to go back through security, but it was too long to just sit there doing nothing. You had no interest in the book in your backpack, and the way that Tara was looking around the airport had you thinking she was in the same predicament.

Then she turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised and a little bit of a glint in her eyes. “You know,” she leaned on the armrest between your two chairs at the terminal, “since our flight isn’t until three now, we could just…” she shrugged casually, “hit one of the bars here and head straight to our flight afterwards.”

You chuckled, trying to gage just how serious she was. “R-really?”

She shrugged, “Why not? The plane has a designated driver. Plus,” she stood up from her seat, “I think we deserve something besides pamphlets and lecture notes for the week we’ve had.” She held her hand out for you to take. “Come on. Closest bar is just a few gates down.”

Despite knowing that it was most likely going to end in a hangover on a plane, you slapped your hand into hers and let her pull you up from your seat and down the hallway. The amount of laughter erupting from the two of you were the sure sign of an impending good time.

It was such a good time, in fact, that it was a just before midnight when your phone started buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see who was calling at such a late hour. You half-stifled a giggle as you showed Tara the name flashing across your screen.

“I forgot to tell him the flight got delayed.”

Her eyes widened as she laughed, taking a sip of her drink before saying, “Oh. When you tell him, make sure he tells Jax.” She let out another laugh. “I forgot to tell him, too.”

You were laughing as you answered the phone. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” Juice had been confused the second he dialed your number, but the drunken lilt to your voice only made him more confused. “Are you good? We're at the airport and—”

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” you asked, still giggling.

“He better not!” Tara chimed in with a laugh before ordering the two of you another round of drinks.

Juice couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that Tara was also drunk. After getting it together, he said, “I promise I won’t get mad. What’s up?”

“Our flight got delayed.” You laughed. “Until 3AM. We aren’t,” you took a sip of the drink that Tara handed you, “we aren’t gonna be home until morning.”

Juice sighed but he wasn’t mad. All the shit that you went through because of him being in the club, all the changed and canceled plans for a myriad of reasons, you more than earned this one. Tara too.

“You’re mad,” you said.

He laughed. “I’m not mad. Just, you know, don’t get carried away and miss your flight.”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “We won’t.”

“Text me later with an ETA?”

“As soon as we board the plane.”

“Alright. I love you.”

You were beaming. “I love you too.” He was halfway through saying goodbye when you remembered, “Oh! Shit. Make sure you tell Jax! Tara forgot too.”

Juice laughed. “Yea, I think he might have figured it out by now.”

You heard Jax's muffled hello on the other end of the line, laughing before finally getting around to saying one more I love you to Juice and saying goodbye.

The rest of the night into the tiny hours of the morning flew by in a bit of a blur. There was a lot of laughing, a lot of drinks. If your memory served right there were a decent number of them that you and Tara didn’t have to pay for yourselves which always seemed to make a drink taste better. It was a great time, and despite the amount of alcohol in your systems you still made it to your flight on time. You even remembered to update Juice.

The two of you managed to get your laughter somewhat under control for the sake of the other passengers on the plane. You didn’t want to keep them up with fits of giggles so you dialed it down. It didn’t take long for Tara to drift off to sleep, but you knew that wasn’t going to be happening for you until you home and in your own bed. And, with any luck, curled up with Juice.

Not sleeping had the unique upside of allowing you to nurse another drink or two on the flight. Just enough to keep you buzzed, to stop you from getting slammed with a brutal hangover. You kept yourself perfectly amused on the relatively short flight home. A few hours on a plane seemed to go by faster than in the car. Being able to watch the sun come up while still having a buzz certainly didn’t hurt.

Tara woke with a groan when you nudged her shoulder after the plane landed. She shook her head at you, not opening her eyes all the way as she felt around on the floor for her purse. “This is why I don’t drink,” she grumbled.

You laughed as you stood up, slipping your backpack on your shoulders. “No, you don’t drink because we always have to be grownups.”

“If we’re both grownups, why am I the only one who’s dying?” she asked as she reached over and snatched your sunglasses off the top of your head and put them on.

“I stayed up,” you laughed as you walked through the airport towards baggage claim, “and I stayed drunk.”

She had to laugh at that. “Smart. I’ll have to remember that next time.”

“Next time?” you said with a grin as you pulled your suitcase and then hers from the carousel. “Hell yea.”

When the two of you stepped outside, Tara immediately let out another groan at the bright morning sunlight. You couldn’t help your laughter as you continued walking, looking for either your car or Tara's. She followed along behind you, trusting you to do the real scouting on her behalf.

It wasn’t long until you saw both Jax and Juice standing on the sidewalk, leaning back against the side your car. You waved to get their attention, picking up your pace, not caring about the suitcase rolling and bouncing along behind you. The second you were close enough, you let go of the suitcase and ditched it on the sidewalk in favor of running up and hugging Juice. You hopped up, wrapping both your arms and legs around him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

He laughed, the impact of your jump making him stumble a step but he still caught and held onto you. He hooked his arms underneath you, holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, holding you tight for a moment before you let your feet hit the ground again. Pulling back, you kissed him hard on the lips, leaving the both of you breathless and somehow still laughing.

“I missed you too,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned into it as you cupped his face in your hands. “The trip was good, then?”

“It was great!” you beamed. “Missed you, though.”

“Looks like you two did just fine without us.” He paused, looking over at Tara who was leaning into Jax as he chuckled at her hungover state. “Well, one of you did just fine.”

Jax kissed the side of Tara's head. “Rough trip, babe?”

She shook her head. “The trip was great. I’m still dying, though.” She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. “Take me home so I can die in peace.”

He laughed. “Is this how I am when I’m hungover?”

“You’re worse,” all three of you replied in unison, laughing when you realized.

Jax rolled his eyes but he was laughing too as he picked up both your suitcase and Tara's to toss them into the trunk of your car. “Let’s get you party animals home.”

You immediately ran towards the front of the car. “I call shotgun!”

You were comfortably slouched in your seat with your feet on the dash before Jax and Tara finished settling themselves in the back seat. Jax had his arm draped around her shoulders, keeping her tucked snug against his side as she got ready to lightly doze for the duration of the ride home.

Juice reached over, resting his hand on your thigh as he drove. You interlocked your fingers with his, watching the scenery through the windshield and the passenger window.

Juice squeezed your hand. “How the hell are you not, you know, super fucking hungover?”

You were too busy laughing to answer the question, so Tara piped up from the back seat for you. “Hair of the dog,” she mumbled.

You laughed as you nodded. “Something like that. I just didn’t let myself sober up all the way.” You saw the way Juice peeled his eyes off the road to look at you for a moment and shrugged. “What? The flight attendant offered! Who was I to say no? Don’t worry,” you patted his hand, “when I wake up from my nap in a few hours I will be plenty hungover. By then Tara will be doing better than I’m doing now.”

Juice dropped the two of them off at Jax's. You said a lazy goodbye from the passenger seat, the exhaustion of the week and the all-nighter finally catching up to you. You were starting to close your eyes when Juice got back into the driver's seat. He looked over at you before he put the car back in drive, unable to stop smiling at the sight of you.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that he was looking at you. “Yea?”

He laughed quietly. “Nothing. I love you.” He leaned over the center console so he could kiss the side of your head. “I’m glad you two had fun. I’m even more glad that you’re home.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a smile. “You’re a sap, Juan Carlos.”

He chuckled as he backed out of their driveway. “You love me, though.”

You couldn’t deny that. “I do. But remember that you love me in a few hours when I’m cranky and hungover.”

“When you’re trying to bury yourself in all of our pillows and blankets?”

“And trap you there with me.”

“And all of your crankiness.”

You laughed, resting your hand on top of his on the console between you. “Exactly.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #soa imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction #juice ortiz #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz x reader

[inkedobsidian]

~ Wildfire pt.2 - A.B ~

prompt: Oceans pt.1

requested by: @theinfintenerd

summary: Anthony has little time to figure out what he truely wants, but will he act on the realisation?

pairing: Y/N x Anthony Bridgerton

warnings: nah shits fluffy

word count: 1,168

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Anthony did eventually move from the spot that Y/N had left him on. He'd had enough of watching her dance and converse with the prince, especially since they were in the middle of a conversation. That's the only reason he was annoyed that she'd left. Anthony quickly spotted Benedict across the room and made his way over hoping to not be interupted by any ambitious mamas on his travels.

"I see you arrived in one piece, no vicious mamas tail you?" Benedict said as he handed Anthony another spiked glass of lemonade. They both did a quick sweep on either side to see any eavsedroppers or mamas, thankfully there was none. On his way back Anthonys eyes caught Y/N as she did another round of the dance floor with the prince. When they finally broke and Anthony looked back Benedict was already looking at Anthony, his face soft in what was almost pity.

"So our beloved Y/N dancing with the prince. They made a pair don't they?" Benedict said trying to poke a reaction out of Anthony, but it didn't work. Anthony simply agreed and nodded then tried his best to not look over again, although it was nearly killing him.

"How is the list going dear brother? Did Y/N give you any more questions to add?" Benedict tried his best to change the topic and distract his brother but that didn't help considering more than half of Anthony's life was made up of moments with Y/N. Benedicts words however did light something up in Anthonys brain. The questions, the list, the literaly marrige checklist that Anthony created.

"The list…" Anthony trailed off as he finally let his eyes wander back to the dancefloor, back to her. Benedict had no idea what he set in motion and in that moment he wished Daphne was here for even the slightest bit of advice.

"Yes, your marrige list. Y/N was helping you perfect it, no?" Benedict was confused at his brothers confusion. He didn't think his statement needed more on an explanation but clearly it did.

"She was… she has a good way of knowing exactly what I need. Like Mother." Anthony didn't want to put words to the thoughts in his head right now, because that would make it real.

"Well yes, I suppose she has always been special. The perfect mirror for you." Benedict always did have a way with words, Anthony always attributed it to the artist in him but sometimes as his older brother Anthony wishes he'd just shut up. Benedict could see Anthony going through more emotions in 5 minutes than he's seen him go through in 5 years.

"The list…" Anthony repeated pulling the literal list out of his pocket. His eyes scanned every page as he continued to flick through with so much force Benedict thought he was about to rip one of the pages. Of course he could never find a wife, no wonder he could never find someone who matched his ideal. She already exsisted. Anthony had spent the better parts of his life around this woman, she was in every memory, every moment.

"Are you quite well brother?" Benedict said as Anthony seemed to get more sparattic and more intense.

"This list. You have all witnessed me draft it day and night. Designing the perfect woman. When all along just beside me I was crafting this list but I always had help. Always had a second voice of what I should write, ask, everything. No wonder something was always so off. This list, right down to the last page is a love match. How does one go about designing a love they can't desrcibe? Only if they had experienced it but never put it into words. She," He trailed off as he looked at her as she was stood just meters in front of the prince. She would make a stunning Princess, but she would make a better Vicountess. "She has been my choice all along, even before I believed myself ready to choose."

"Now that brother, is true emotion." Benedict was stunned at the beauty in the words that his brother had just broken. Benedict always knew of his brothers love for Y/N, hell the entire family loved her. Now he realises why. Anthony whipped his head between the book, Benedict and Y/N. His mind had a million ideas in them, what does he do with the stunning realisation that he was in love with someone. Then he looked over and just behind her was his mama. Anthony then remembered how his mama spoke of his father. Theirs was a true love match, one Anthony had never longed for. He never needed to, he had the same love beside him the whole time. He wanted it to stay that way. Benedict knew his brother was about to do something completely bold and irrational, he was a Bridgerton. Anthony then cleared the dancefloor in a few simple strides and landed himself back where he was left, standing in the middle of the woman he loved and a literal prince.

"If you would excuse me, I must have Ms. (L/N)'s attention for a moment." Anthony said bowing in respect. The Prince gave a simple curt nod, he knew when he was out matched. No one could out do a love match, not even a Prince. Y/N was a slight bit confused at the energy flowing through Anthony, she felt he was about to pass out if his breathing sped up anymore.

"Anthony," She placed her hand on his shoulders and he could've melted right then, "Are you ok?" She whispered knowing someone could always be listening. Anthony didn't mind, he wanted them to hear. He quickly nods.

"I have never been better. Now," Anthony quickly grabbed his mother's betrothal ring out of his inner pocket and descended to one knee in the middle of the dancefloor, in the middle of the ball. Now, THIS was an event for the ton. "Y/N L/N, you have been attached to my soul from the very first day we met. I needed not to look for a perfect partner, because I had a love match beside me each day. It is you that this list points to, it is you that my heart points to. Y/N will you do me the honor of taking my hand in marriage."

Dearest Reader, Today the entire ton is gathered to celebrate the union of the wonderful Vicount Bridgerton and his dashing Viscountess. The ton shook the day of this proposal and who would not, the drama and the elegance alone is enough gossip for the ton to feed on for months if not the entire season. Now, my gentle reader, this author has nothing to say on this union only that she wishes the couple the best. This author could think of nothing the Vicount deserves more than a love match that rivals his parents. A love match is always a win in this author's books.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n

[getosbigballsack]

Hello great author! I love your one shots and stories. They are all like 😳😩👌 I love your ideas and all your writing. I would love to see more son Gojo x stepmother reader and also If Only He Wasn't, If Only I were on Ao3 because I love it so much. I don't impose, you can do what you want, because you are the author. I just love it. Are there any extra scenes for this? Or more to this storyline? I'd like to read more about this idea because it's one of the best stories I've read.

I believe that because of the perfection of what you write, you probably also have great taste in other authors. Are there any kind authors you recommend? Fluff, smut, angst, it could be anything. And also Au. I'm looking for someone who writes these things and is also open to readers.

I would like to read the works of the people you read because I would like to meet somebody who are friends or authors of fics that one of my favorite writers reads.

Your works are always fire 🔥. I love it with all my heart and was always happy when something new appeared.

You can ignore me if you want. Sorry for my English. I wish you good luck in continuing to create beautiful works like all the ones you have, and that you have wonderful days ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Another Toniann answers curious anon questions.

Hello there, anon!  😊 Thank you for reading and enjoying my stories/one shots. It means a lot to me, honestly. It makes me happy that you enjoy them. Big hearts 💕to you. 

Ok so let’s just jump into the meat of the matter here. First and foremost, I just want to let you know that there will be more Stepson! Gojo x Stepmom! Reader story coming up in the future. I actually have chapter two sitting in my draft, I’m just not comfortable with releasing it as yet. 

Here's a draft

Now, as for If Only He wasn’t, If Only I were, there won’t be a continuation of that story and I have a few reasons I won’t continue with it. The first reason is due to the fact that when I first published the story and I realise that I was getting a lot of support and being the people pleaser that I am, I began to rush the story and because I rush the story I fucked up the story line. There was no fixing it without deleting the whole entire story. 

My second reason ties back to the first one and that is I made a lot of mistakes when writing. I created a lot of plot holes and questions, more than answers to questions like (where are the parents? How did Gojo and Y/N keep their relationship hidden from them for so long? How would they react to it?) and many other questions. Once again I wouldn't have been able to fix that without deleting the whole story. 

My third reason is that Gojo didn’t really have much of a character or character personality (if that makes sense) he has no reason to become a yandere. I just felt like him hoping into yandere mode that quickly just felt rushed and I didn’t like that.

My fourth reason had to be the age gap between Gojo and the reader and lastly, I made a huge mistake when I made Gojo being to one who is manipulating the sister. So instead of deleting the story, I kept it and rewrote an entirely different story, correcting the mistakes that I’ve made and that story is now called, Loving you is my Obsession. 

The age gap is the first thing that I’ve addressed. The reader is 11 and Gojo is 17. And there’s a reason for that. I wanted her to be that young because it would give Gojo more reasons to want to be in her presence, protect her innocence and so on. This age gap actually ties into Gojo now having a character personality/character. I gave him a backstory, a change in attitude towards women (he hates them) and so on. 

Now remember when I said that the biggest mistake that I’ve made was making Gojo be the manipulator. Well the sister is now the one manipulating Gojo. This made perfect sense to me because I would allow the reader (like you) to see a progression in Gojo’s behaviour towards his sister. It’ll allow readers to see how Gojo suddenly changed from wanting to protect and just have a healthy sibling relationship with his step sister to an unhealthy love and obsessive relationship (yandere). 

The sister being the manipulator is perfect because with her being so young, and being the only one or the only woman who is allowed to even touch Gojo give her an advantage to make it easier for him to love her and only her. So she’ll use her innocence against him to make him do things like kissing, inappropriate touching and you know the rest. She’ll use his words against him, like if you’ve read chapter two then you’ll see where she used his words against him to get him to kiss her. 

Megumi also had a big role to play in If Only He Wasn’t, If Only I Were. I made a mistake spoiling his whole character in that story, so in the new one, I fixed him. But I won’t tell you that one (lol) no spoilers. I could go on and on about the changes and the plans that I have for the new version of the story, but I won’t. 

I do have an extra scene. Actually, it’s titled The Upset Dinner. Here's a draft that I have stored on my Wattpad😊

And the story originally wasn’t tilted If Only He Wasn’t, If Only I were. It was actually called: Because you are my brother, I can not love you. Before I came up with the concept of Loving You Is My Obsession, the first rewritten version of the story was called, More than Siblings (this one had Geto in the mix) but I scrapped it when I realised that I didn’t like it very much. 

Now moving on - 

Ok I don’t necessarily have favourite authors, I just have authors that I respect and love their works. I can recommend a few. You can check out:

VioletSaffron on Ao3 

Lilaestheticsnhope on Ao3 

Tawus on Ao3 

Agent_cupcake on Ao3

Zamaza on ao3 

@noroi1000 on ao3 and Tumblr - really nice and super friendly. 

@mari-the-bimbo on Tumblr

@fuwushiguro on Tumblr 

These are just the ones with the most memorable stories that I love and adore very much and I’ll reread their stories anytime.

Thank you again for your support💕💖

Lots of love: Toniann💖

#gojo smut #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo

[artemiseamoon]

Outshine the Sun 3

Frankie x Destiny | ft. Benny, the guys, ocs

Words: 3,268

Warnings: angst, past drug use, divorce

Since I’m completing these from my drafts, I’m making an exception and crossposting in full.

Chapter 3: facing the past

Fic info & previous chapters | next | A03

Three weeks later

Frankie weaves his way through the crowd and over to the VIP section. He flashes his pass to the guard and spots Benny on the balcony, waving him over. Fish makes his way to Benny and is received with a massive hug. Benny picks him up off the ground, then sets him back down.

"How long has it been man? Since the fight?"

"Feels longer," Frankie slaps him on the back, " sorry man, this last job was a pain in my ass. That cabrón had me running all over. "

"You missed the dinner party. It was all sweet and shit, you should have seen them."

Frankie nods. He feels really bad having missed that. Will and his lady got a place together and there's a little one in the oven. But Frankie was a state away tracking a target.

Friendship is not a part time thing, Fish.

It's something he says to himself when shit like this happens. Like that time, he almost missed Bennys fight because he was working. Frankie didn't like disappointing any of his friends, especially not Benny.

- Flashback -

In the cover of the dark street, Frankie waited in the car as he watched the house. His ass fell asleep an hour ago. But he's used to it, he's done enough of these by now and knows the drill.

It's dull and a shit ton of waiting. Minutes and hours ticking by until some action finally happens, if any happens at all. On the passenger seat is an empty cup, hamburger wrapper and his camera.

When his phone vibrates in his pocket, he already knows it's one of two people, Will or Santi. He gets his answer when he takes his phone out, it's on the dimmest setting to not cast extra light in the car.

Will: Fights starting soon.

Frankie: Working.

Will: I know. Benny keeps asking for you.

Frankie cursed under his breath and put the phone down. This was one of the important fights, it would determine if Ben made it to the next round, and if he goes up against the champ or not.

Will: Come when you can. He'll understand.

Frankie: Fuck it, I'm gonna speed this up. See you soon.

Frankie slipped his phone in his pocket, checked his glock, then lowered the cap on his head and grabbed his camera.

"Alright you motherfuckers." He gets out of the car and heads to the house.

- Flashback over -

The night of Will's party, Frankie did drive back as soon as he could. He didn't make it back until 2 in the morning. His friends were all understanding, even if they were a bit disappointed. And Will, in his usual cool demeanor told him not to worry about it.

Benny grabs Frankie's shoulders and shakes him, " it's cool man, really, let it go."

Frankie chuckles, "You know me well."

“Yeah, I do," he smiles and sighs, "glad you could come tonight."

“It’s way past my bedtime.,” Frankie jokes.

“It will be well worth it once you see your girl up there," he hands Frankie a beer, "Des has been killing it all night.” Benny points to the stage as she comes back out after her break. “Look at her.”

It's her second set now. Frankie missed the first due to a job. He's tired, it's been a long day, but it's worth it to stay up for this.

Destiny spots them and blows a kiss their way, followed by a bigger one for Frankie. She heads to Dj booth as the house music winds down to start her set.

...

Destiny's place is the closest so they all head there after the gig. Everyone is chilling in the living room, Mr. Butters is curled up in Bennys lap. Benny is falling asleep on the couch; his eyes are closed again.

“I think it’s bedtime.” she whispers.

Frankie turns to her and caresses her lower back, “Let's go to bed.”

Destiny gently wakes Benny before they leave and gives him a pillow and blankets. Frankie refills the dog's water bowl and shuts off all the lights.

In the bedroom, Destiny is already in bed when Frankie arrives. He settles in behind her and cuddles close under the sheets.

“Hmm I’m so much warmer now.” she pushes her butt into him.

“If you keep doing that Princessa, we won't be sleeping.” he pressed his lips to her ear.

“Is that a promise?” Destiny glances at him over her shoulder.

He can see a fire in her eyes through her sleepy expression. Once he learned she enjoys sleepy sex, it's been hard to hold himself back when the mood strikes.

Frankie slides his hand down the side of her body, “We’d have to be quiet.”

“That's easy enough,” she rolls onto her side to face him, Frankie pulls her into a kiss and slides his hand inside of her shirt.

…

One month later

“He’s happier to see you than me!” Destiny pretends to be hurt as Mr. Butters rushes over to them and jumps on Frankie.

“Ah, my little guy, come here.” Frankie picks him up and pets him. “He likes me better, he’s my dog now.”

“I can’t believe I’m getting disowned.” she closes the door behind them and rests her chin on Frankie's shoulder, “I'm heartbroken Mr. Butters.” she pouts at him.

The dog licks her hand, then rests his head on Frankie.

“Want some dinner?” Frankie asks before kissing her.

“Yes. I’m starving.”

“I’ll make something, go relax.”

She slides her fingers through his hair, “Yeah?”

“Si, Cariño.”

Destiny just got off an intense two weeks of shows, two big events at the record shop and a game. She hasn't had time to slow down and relax yet. Not that she complained, but Frankie could tell she's exhausted.

“Aww bebe, thank you,” she kisses him then takes Mr. Butters into her arms. “We are going to become one with the couch.”

Frankie watches them with a smile as they head down the hall. He locks the door and heads to the kitchen.

…

A week later

🎶 cheap and cheerful - the kills

Frankie has never been inside the local skate rink, though he’s driven past it plenty of times. Unsurprisingly, Destiny knows the owner and is currently chatting with them as the guys get their skates on.

“If I break my back, this is on you Ben.”

“You’ll be fine,” Benny pats his shoulder then spins around, he’s already wearing his skates.

Frankie’s eyes follow Destiny as she skates over to them. Music starts playing from the overhead speaker. She takes a seat beside Frankie and grabs his thigh.

“Nervous?” she asked with a smile.

“I can’t believe you two talked me into this.”

“We didn’t force you,” Benny chuckles and skates backwards toward the ring.

Destiny plants a quick kiss on Frankie's lips then rises to her feet, “He’s right you know, part of you wanted to try. Come on, we’ll protect you.”

Frankie laughs. Once he’s on his feet, Destiny hugs him from behind and rests her head against his back.

“I’ll give you a massage later.” She offers.

“Deal.” Frankie glances back at her “come on, watch me make a fool of myself.”

...

They’re only on the rink for about 15 minutes when Frankie throws in the towel. He doesn't take it too seriously and has fun with it, but it’s not his thing. He rather watch from the sidelines.

Frankie leaves them on the rink and makes it over to the seats without busting his ass. Put him on the battlefield, in a jet, or rough terrain and he can handle himself, his balance is solid. But this, this just isn’t for him, zero grace.

Benny and Destiny on the other hand, she’s clearly a pro at this and Benny is damn good himself after a wobbly start.

“What do you think Fish, dinner after? Some ice cream?” Benny shouts out to him.

“Sure,��� Frankie shouts back.

There’s a lot of things he loves about spending time with Benny and Destiny. One of those is how much lighter he feels around them. So much of his life was serious. Frankie knows intensity, he knows struggle, he knows kill or be killed. Benny knows these things too. Still, Benny never lost his youthfulness, in a lot of ways, he's still a big kid and Frankie loves that about him, even when it’s annoying.

The playfulness is something Destiny has too. Being around them feels refreshing. Frankie almost feels like they’ve made him younger. He always feels a shift around Benny and now with Destiny in his life, he feels that even more so.

She has a serious side too, and one of the first times he saw it, it kind of took him by surprise. She gets withdrawn sometimes, quiet, but even then, she’s a good communicator about it and he never feels shut out.

Though it's only been two months, it feels like they’ve always been together longer, and Frankie hopes he doesn't fuck this up. Once they hit the one-month mark, his fears started to get to him. He started to worry if this was too good to be true, if he should end things before they turn south, or before Destiny got bored with him.

Frankie's thoughts get the best of him as he watches Destiny and Benny engage in a dance battle. Despite the funny scene before him, his thoughts are turning dark. He’s sure Destiny met lots of guys; he's even seen it with his own eyes that night he went to her show.

It makes him anxious, thinking about some guy stealing her away. Or even worse, Des changing her mind one day and wanting to be with Benny. They're so natural together, effortless.

Though Frankie made peace with their past early on, sometimes he wonders if they'd get back together, and where that would leave him. He's mad at himself whenever the thought surfaces.

Then he thinks about his past, his ex-wife specifically.

The main thing that killed his relationship was his demons and trauma. It was always easier for Frankie to be away on missions, even if it led to mounting PTSD. Coming back home was always harder because he didn't have any distractions. Aside from house projects, he didn't have much to keep him busy and his mind would work overtime.

Over the years, he picked up a nasty little habit to numb himself, and in that last year they were together, he tried to kick it. He went cold turkey, and it ended up making everything worse. Frankie's ex tried hard to get him to open up, to get him to talk to someone and deal with his demons and he only shut her out more and more with each attempt.

His demons were his business, that's how he saw it, and didn't want to talk to anyone about it, not even his wife. Sometimes, when he was really beating himself up, he could hear her voice in his head and see the look on her face when she served him the papers.

Some nights, when Destiny was asleep, Frankie would be plagued by muted visions and sounds of his past clawing to the surface. On those nights, he'd wonder if he's too fucked up for Destiny.

She's bright, vibrant; a rainbow.

Mi cielo.

And him? Frankies full of so much death, so much trauma - he's seen shit she couldn't even imagine. Maybe he should let Destiny go, even though it's the last thing he wants to do. Maybe he should give her up before she sees the parts of him that led to his divorce. The parts he's been working so hard on for the last few years.

Frankie is so lost in his thoughts he doesn't notice when Destiny skates over to him. She sits in the seat beside him and touches his face.

“Hey, you, okay?”

Her tone is soft, same as her eyes. He nods, not wanting to damper her mood with his thoughts.

“You’re lying.” She raises her brows and looks deeper into his eyes.

Frankie frowns and drops his gaze to the space between them.

“It’s nothing.”

Destiny lifts her hand from his face and sits back, the look in her eye makes it clear she doesn’t believe him.

“Frankie?”

“I'm fine, “he glances at the rink where Benny is skating slower, and watching them, he looks concerned too. “Have fun.”

Destiny breaks eye contact. For a moment it seems she wants to say something else but doesn’t. She gets up and goes back to skating.

…

By the time they arrived at the diner, the mood shifted dramatically. Frankie felt himself shut down, despite telling himself not to. Because of that, so did Destiny.

At the diner, Benny tried to keep the mood light, but ultimately gave up. What was supposed to be a fun afternoon was soured and when Benny decided to leave, Frankie understood why. He knew he'd have to call him tomorrow and try to sort all this out.

When they head back to Destiny's place, her dog excitedly greets them. Frankie heads to the living room with Mr. Butters and notices some time passes, and she still hasn't resurfaced yet.

Frankie heads to the master bedroom, and spots her sitting on the bed, a solemn expression on her face.

“Hey.”

“Maybe you shouldn't stay over tonight, Frankie.” she looks up at him.

He steps into the room.

“I ruined the day, I’m sorry.”

She shrugged, “is this about what I think it is?”

Frankie nods, he crosses his arms as his body tenses.

“Frankie,” she groans. “We talked about this - “

“I know. My mind just got the best of me today.”

“Frankie” she stands up and goes over to him, “I asked you in the beginning, once we decided to do this, if my past with Benny was going to be an issue or not. You said no.”

He's quiet, still maintaining eye contact.

“We talked about this extensively. Sometimes all three of us.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what else you want me to do or say. I’m with you,” she points at him, “I want to be with you. I don’t know how else to reassure you,”

“You shouldn't have to,” he caresses the sides of her arms, “you’ve done nothing wrong Des.”

“Is there anything else you’re worried about? Anything else I need to know? I feel like there's more. You need to talk to me."

“It’s not just Benny. That's not - " he pauses, " - I worry you’ll meet someone else. Someone more like you, someone less - battle hardened.”

Destiny frowns and presses her palms against his chest. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. I don't want to be with some artist or whatever it is you keep imagining I'll choose over you.”

“You're not bored with me yet?” he asked with those puppy dog eyes of his.

The question breaks her heart, “no, why say something like that? Baby," she slides her hands up to his shoulders,

She continues, "I like that after a long ass night of working I come home and you’re already in bed. I love crawling in and being a little spoon. I like our differences. You're this strong earthy force and me, I feel like a drum beat or something. With you, I'm away from all the noise of my daily life-"

"I like our nights in, our dinners. I like catching you in your reading glasses and us falling asleep on the couch. I like when we only leave the house to walk the dog or get groceries. I like that Mr. Butters loves you almost as much as he loves me. I love seeing your stuff in my bathroom and leaving mine in yours. I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm not bored Frankie."

Feeling a mix of joy and overwhelmed, Frankie hugs her. He feels like an idiot. He cradles the back of her head and closes his eyes.

“Lo siento,” he kisses the top of her head.

Destiny hugs him tighter and takes a deep breath in then out.

"Frankie, you've told me about your past, " she rubs his back. "I'm not scared of it. I won't shut you out or turn my back on you because of it."

Frankie blinks slowly, feeling tears in his own eyes. Silence falls between them for a moment.

Destiny leans back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Can we move past this? Realistically.? Or is this going to be the thing that -” she doesn't finish her thought.

Frankie keeps one arm around her and uses his other hand to touch her face.

“We can move past this. We will.”

“I need you to be sure you can. This isn’t the first few weeks where we were just hooking up.” she searches his eyes with her own, “I love you, Frankie."

“Te amo,” Frankie softly kisses her forehead, “I’m sure. I can do this. We’ll be okay.”

“Okay.” She rests her head against his chest.

The next day

Frankie doesn't have a case right now, so he has more time on his hands.

He let Destiny sleep in. After taking Mr. Butters for a walk, he grabbed pastries from her favorite cafe and made coffee.

When she woke up, she was pleasantly surprised. Frankie continued to pamper her through the day. They completely unplugged from everything. They cuddled on the couch and watched movies. Frankie also made lunch and planned a nice dinner for later.

By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Destiny was the most relaxed she's been in a long time. Work was fun but stressful and picking up on Frankie's gradual mood shift over the last few weeks was also taking its toll on her. So today was a gift, and exactly what the both of them needed.

She felt connected to him again and it made her heart full. They ate dinner and shared some laughs while talking about everything and nothing, she started to feel safe again, like maybe they could make it past this hurdle. Their conversation from earlier also revealed this whole thing isn't really about her and Bennys past.

Frankie is worried he's not good enough. He's worried she'll get bored, and the ghost of his broken marriage and his heavy past is only making his fears worse. She admits, her and Benny still have amazing chemistry, and she'll always have immense love for him. In another life, maybe they would still be together.

But that's not the reality now, now she's with Frankie, happily. Frankie could call himself boring all he wanted, but she never saw him that way. And she hopes he can see what she sees, and that they'll make it past this.

...

“We need more fancy date nights; I like seeing you dressed up.” She reaches for his hand across the table, he gladly gives it to her. “You look so handsome.”

“I clean up well, when I'm not walking around like a mechanic.”

“I love your style; you look like you can fix my furniture and my car. I'm into it. It’s really fucking hot.”

Frankie chuckles, “good, because you’re stuck with me."

“You're stuck with me too.”

Frankie turns her hand over and kisses the inside of her palm, “mi amor,” he purrs against her wrist. His brown eyes full of adoration, “I’m a lucky man.”

“Mi amor, I'll melt every time I hear it.”

Frankie brings his chair closer to hers, “come here.” he cups the side of her face and kisses her.

Next (finale)

Masterlist

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[einaudis]

The Umbrella Academy » Episodes (Sorted by IMDb's Rating ↑)

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[littlemissnoname13]

I just finished reading Hopeful. Is it ok for me to request a Draco x Hufflepuff reader fluff? Where they meet at a party and she gets drunk and he takes care of her. Only if you are comfy. Thanks in advance 💝

Hi Nonnie!!! 🖤, I'm sorry that it took a while to respond to this. I have added a few extra details here and there. I hope you enjoy reading it :)

Feeling Colours (D.M)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word count: 2620

Warnings: fluff, Excessive Drinking, hang over, throwing up, Draco being a softie. lmk if this needs any more warnings

A/n: I get rather anxious while posting fics these days. This has been in my drafts for a while—🤧.

Masterlist | Part two

You found yourself standing at the entrance of the Slytherin common room due to a surprising turn of events.

Your roommate, Hannah Abbott had been casually seeing a boy from the green and silver house and she’d been invited to one of their so called “exclusive” parties.

The problem was, she did not want to go alone and thus, you were roped into a situation you simply couldn’t get yourself out of.

You stood by the door and took some time to process the abundance of green, the dimmed lights and the loud blaring music.

As you navigated through the crowd, you wondered how these people got away with doing these parties ever so often. Maybe Snape chose to ignore all this because he did not want to deduct points from his own house.

Who knows.

“Y/n!” A voice called from the other side of the room. “Over here!”

Your head shot up and you found a friendly looking Theodore Nott, waving at you from a far corner of the room.

Theo was your potions partner once or twice in the past. Out of all the Slytherins, he’d been mildly pleasant with you and wasn’t half as bad to work with really.

Once again, you had to walk through the makeshift dance floor where some very drunken Slytherins were busting out their drunken best moves.

Theo was standing near the drinks with Malfoy and Pansy.

“Hello Theodore.” You mumbled and gave a polite smile to Draco and Pansy. You couldn't help but notice how extra Draco looked in his black suit compared to everyone else.

He eyed you for a minute before returning your smile with a scowl and it didn’t bother you one bit because you’d gotten used to it.

Draco was notorious for being sour and unpleasant to most people, and you were no exception.

“So what are you drinking?” Theodore asked, trying to break the awkwardness in the atmosphere.

“What have we got?” You asked, looking at the drinks that were in front of you.

“We were only able to get some elf-made wine and Vodka.” Malfoy said, rolling his eyes. “Oh, and we have some Punch over there.

“We also have spiked Butterbeer.” Goyle chimed seemingly out of nowhere looking extremely intoxicated.

“Punch please.” You mumbled. Vodka wasn't your choice of poison and you didn’t even know what they’d mixed into the Butterbeer.

After Theo handed you your drink, he took off to dance with a raven black haired girl . Both of them were extremely close to one another as they moved with the music.

Hannah was nowhere to be seen and you were left to awkwardly stand next to Draco, Pansy and Goyle sipping on your Punch rather quickly because you were a bit too sober for the company.

All this while, the only person talking was Pansy and it had gotten so awkward standing there with a smile and nodding your head denoting interest that you debated going to the dance floor yourself.

You’d already finished your Punch and poured yourself a neat Vodka shot in order to avoid contributing to the casual conversation.

Fifteen minutes into the party, and you were already looking for your third drink.

Punch was doing nothing for you and it seemed like the Slytherins were already running low on their vodka supply.

There is a lot of wine. I’m sure no one will notice.

You didn't want to spend the remainder of your night listening to Pansy so you grabbed a bottle of wine for yourself and walked around looking for a place to sit.

Most of the chairs were occupied and the occupants of the sofa were sloppily making out, so your next best option seemed like a broom closet at the opposite end of the room.

After striding towards the closet, You slowly opened the door, stepped inside and sat down.

Lumos.

Even with the door closed, you could still hear muffled sounds coming from the party as you slowly started chugging on the bottle of wine. 

With every sip, your insides started to get warmer and you eased in your own company. You were potentially going to hurl later but the tension in your shoulders loosed and that was the only thing that mattered to you.

Just when things were slowly looking up, the closet door burst open.

“Enjoying ourselves now are we?”

~~~

The music was a tad bit too loud for his liking and all the dimmed lights casting various variations of green shadows was starting to make him feel sickly.

A random couple was sloppily making out right next to Draco Malfoy and it made him regret coming to this stupid party more than he already did.

When Draco heard moans coming from the couple next to him, he took it as his cue to stand up and leave the party once and for all.

“Get a room.” Draco muttered through gritted teeth and looked for his way out.

Along the way, Draco shot Theo a smirk when he noticed that he was still dancing with the girl from before.

Upon scanning the room further, he noticed that Hannah Abbott was the only Hufflepuff present and then remembered that you were also at the party not too long ago.

He looked around but he couldn't see you anywhere.

Assuming that you’d already left, Draco briskly walked towards a broom closet he’d seen a few times and yanked the door open to slip inside and away from the commotion.

And there you were.

With your wand in your hand— your entire face illuminated by the light of the Lumos charm.

Your nose and cheeks were flushed red from all the drinking and the whole closet smelled like a mix of alcohol and your perfume that smelled like a complicated blend of citrus and flowers.

“Enjoying ourselves now are we?” Draco muttered the first thing that came to his mind.

“Malfoy?” You whispered with your eyes widening as you contemplated whether to stay in the closet or leave. “What are you even doing here?”

Draco noticed that you were struggling to form words with your lipstick smudged lips.

It was either this or going back outside. And he’d rather not pick the latter.

“Just shut up and scoot over.” He grumbled, hurriedly stepping inside the closet and closing the door behind him.

“Sorry?”

“You should be.” Draco snapped. “This is my spot.”

“This is my spot.” You mocked his tone and a small giggle broke out of your lips. “I’m Draco Malfoy and my father will be hearing about my spot.”

“Quiet.” He hissed, sitting down while making sure there was maximum distance between the two of you.

“Here.” You passed him the bottle of wine you had brought with you, completely unfazed by his remark. “Have some wine. It will help with your mood.”

“I don’t want your stupid drink.” He said in a clipped voice as he turned his head to get a better look at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn't offer you any later.”

Your lips were painted a soft pink shade, your hair was pushed to one side of your neck and you had a silver necklace with a dark blue, teardrop shaped gemstone on it.

Draco assumed that he had formed alcohol goggles because he thought you looked remarkably stunning.

Sure, your features were brilliant and your lips reminded him of peonies. But there was just something that made you beautifully unconventional. You seemed quite oblivious about your looks and he couldn’t tell if that made you aloof or endearing.

“Why are you here anyway?” He rolled his eyes in an attempt to tear his eyes away.

“Well, I was supposed to meet my roommate, Hannah..” You trailed off. “Other than that, I’m not too sure either.”

“From what I saw earlier, Your roommate has probably left the party already and won't be coming back to your dorm room anytime soon.”

Despite rejecting your offer earlier, Draco decided to snatch the bottle from you and started to drink.

“Do you think they are doing the deed right now?” You chuckled darkly and the pure mischief in your eyes made him want to smile.

“Maybe.”

You reached for the bottle of wine back from him and took a long swig. “About damn time.”

As you said this, the gem on your necklace changed colours from blue to purple and he wondered if he really was too drunk for his own good.

“What is that, may I ask?” Draco cleared his throat as he continued to eye your necklace.

“What’s what?”

“That Y/l/n.” He said, moving closer. “Your necklace.”

“It's a mood necklace.” You mumbled, letting your fingertips brush along the gemstone, making the purple morph into yellow. “I got it at a Muggle jewelry shop last year and charmed it so that it's more accurate and the colours are to my liking.”

“Mood necklace you say?” Draco asked, getting increasingly intrigued. He put two and two together and figured out that the colours changed according to how you were feeling but he needed further clarification.

“The colours change with my mood.” You said quietly. “Blue means I’m calm, and purple means I’m happy.”

“And yellow?”

And just as he asked, the yellow hues in your necklace only brightened.

“I think I have shared way too much for one night.” You said, rather quickly as you attempted to stand up straight. “Good night Malfoy.”

Nox.

You were almost as intoxicated as Goyle when you slowly wobbled out of the broom closet leaving him in the darkness.

You could barely even stand up straight, let alone walk to your room and what Draco did next surprised the both of you.

He quickly got out of the closet, hesitantly put his arms around your waist and started to walk you back towards your dorm.

“So, what does yellow mean?” He added casually and you let out a sigh before resting your head on his shoulder as you staggered along the way.

“Nervous.” You said quietly. “It means nervous.”

“Nervous? Why do you feel nervous?” He asked, stopping his footsteps and turning you around so you were facing him. Your face was completely flushed and your necklace remained yellow.

“Well, aren't you dense?” You laughed. Your voice was slowly deviating towards a drunken murmur and you were barely standing up on your own. “It's you. You make me nervous Malfoy.”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to.” He said softly, wondering what he must have done to make you so anxious.

He could blame it on the liquor induced haze or blame it on his own perturbation but his heart abruptly stilled when you tumbled closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck for extra support.

After debating on running his fingers through your hair to ease your anxiety, he finally did it.As softly and gently as he could.

You slightly let your head fall backwards to look up at him, and then you smiled.

Your smile was the prettiest sight he’d seen in a really long time. It was like you smiled from your eyes. It was soft and sincere, much like you were.

It made him want to mimic the way your lips curved and smile right back at you.

“Stop that.” Draco said flatly.

“Stop what?”

“Stop smiling at me.”

You let go of his neck and used both of your hands to turn your smile upside down. “Done.”

Draco had to confine a laugh and as he did so, he slowly let go of your waist, releasing you from his embrace. It was only then that he noticed that there was something else keeping you stuck to him.

Your mood necklace had caught onto a button on his shirt and it yanked you right back to him like you two were magnets.

He also noted that the yellow tones had now washed away into a bright peony pink. The same colour as your lips.

“It's pink now.” He whispered, looking you straight in the eye.

“It is.” You whispered, and leaned in closer to him and it took him all the strength in this world to back away.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss you, he just didn't want the first ever kiss between the two of you to be the one you couldn’t even remember.

He looked at the necklace once more to see if it was still pink and to his utter befuddlement, it had turned a bright green colour.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“What does green mea—”

You pressed your hand onto your mouth and backed away before running to the nearest bathroom.

He should have known. Green meant you were sick.

~~~~

After hurling in the bathroom for the longest time, you heard him call out your name.

“In here.” You mumbled, rubbing the corner of your mouth and stumbling out of the bathroom stall.

In front of you stood Draco with his hands shoved awkwardly into his trouser pocket. His usually sneering face now articulated concern and worry.

It was rather strange to see him like that really.

“You don’t have to hang around Malfoy.” You tried your hardest to sound reassuring even though you felt anything but. “I'm fine I—”

You instantly felt bile rush up to your throat and you stumbled back into the stall to hurl.

You expected him to turn around and walk away, but to your surprise, the boy crouched down on his knees and gathered your hair up at the back of your head.

He also used his free hand to undo your necklace and set it aside while you continued to get sick.

Once you were done, you stumbled out of the stall and sank down on the floor. He let out a short sigh and did the same.

You’d never seen this side of him.

He wasn’t sour, or rude or unpleasant or unkind. In fact, he seemed the complete opposite.

Draco looked at you as if he were reading your mind. “Don’t make a habit of this Y/l/n.” he muttered.

~~~

He conjured up some water, gave you an anti hangover potion and spoon fed you soup he’d somehow managed to steal from the kitchen.

Although he had to use a charm to heat it up, it was better than having nothing to eat.

“I don't want soup Draco.” You groaned in protest but he wasnt going to acknowledge it.

All he cared about was that you had some food in your system.

It also took him a great deal of patience and humming a tune from your favourite song to you but you eventually fell asleep.

Right after he pulled the comforter over your shoulders, he tried to walk away but you held tightly onto his forearm.

“Stay.”

Draco shook tired his head in defeat and conjured a chair next to your bed.

What a weird night it had been.

Twenty four hours ago, the two of you had barely had any sort of exchange with one another.

Now he was sitting next to your bed, fiddling with your necklace that had turned back to blue in accordance to his mood.

He took his eyes away from the necklace and focused them on you.

Even with your eyes closed, he could see light movement in your eyes indicating that you were dreaming.

Draco pondered on what you might have been dreaming about before pushing stray tendrils of hair away from your face and placed a soft little kiss onto your forehead.

When he diverted his attention back to the necklace in his hand, he saw that it had turned the same shade of pink from earlier.

Although, you were yet to tell him what the pink meant for you, he already knew why it had turned that shade for him.

He understood just why he was suddenly seeing the world around him in shades of pink.

It was love.

He was falling in love.

~~~

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3racha reaction to: their idol s/o using a beat they gave them for their new comeback.

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Bang Chan

He's the type to always give you beats for your music as he's always working on the studio

He'd send you tons of ideas and you'd spend a good time talking it over

Unfortunately, you hadn't gotten the opportunity to include any of the beats on your songs

So most of them only stayed as drafts

But then the opportunity finally comes and you don't hesitate to work on it

Obviously without letting him know,

You wanted it to be a surprise

So when it's D-day, you're busy filming and preparing for the upcoming music shows, so you text him

"Have you listened yet?"

"I am on it, i got 4 songs left"

"And it's really good! I'll let you know my thoughts when I'm done, though"

To say you're nervous is an understatement

"Wait a minute"

"Is this...?"

"It is! I worked hard on it and it was double the hard to keep it a secret from you"

Doesn't stop texting you about how good it is

When he gets the chance to see you he won't stop talking about it

Compliments you a lot and says you made a great job

Next thing you know is he plays your album on the next Chan's room

He tells everyone to show you support and love

"I've given Y/N beats to use for their songs, and they got the chance to include one on this album, can y'all guess which one is it?"

Seo Changbin

He'd be so excited about your comeback and would want to know every detail about it

He'd be really curious since every comeback you had, you'd tell him everything about the songs, concept and inspiration behind it

But this one was a complete enigma

He'd try to get information from you or even the producers that worked with you, but he fails in every occasion

Until a day before the comeback he convinces you to listen to the album

And who are you to tell him no

It's a boyfriend privilege

And he looks really curious, so you agree

So the night before, you're at your studio

He gets comfortable on the couch and closes his eyes

"Do you have to do that?"

"Of course I have to! So I can properly listen to and enjoy every song."

So the first song starts, and you look at him

He moves his head to the rhythm and hums

You think he looks adorable

and the urge to kiss him?? increasingly high

However, you just admire him while he's at his thing

You get nervous as that track starts

And for a moment you just want to look somewhere else because of the nervousness you're feeling

But you are very curious to see how he's going to react

And thankfully, it's a good reaction

He looks very impressed when he realizes

He is in a state of pure shock and his eyes go to the laptop where you're playing the album and to your smiling face

When he's out of the shock he starts vibing to the song and listening carefully to the lyrics

He makes a whole LIST of what he thinks of the album

He makes sure he picks up every single detail and compliments you for everything you did

Won't shut up about it, like ever

He'd send the link to the album to every contact he has on his phone when it's out

"Should I convince my management to use every single beat you've given to me? Because I'd love to see you this hyped all the time."

He's a proud boyfriend

Han Jisung

He makes sure to clear his schedule and be with you to listen to your album together

Your staff has prepared a small party, so he's there to celebrate

When you released new music, you were used to send him the songs previously

Just to know what he thinks

But this time you wanted to see his real-time reaction

You're gathered in the room, this one being decorated with the thematic of the album

And he even buys you a cake

When the clock strikes 12 am everyone makes a toast to the success of this new era

And you all start listening to all the songs as you check out the public reaction from time to time

On every song he'd be like: "Yeah, this is my favorite song now."

He truly is your #1 fan

When he is interested on the lyrics of a certain song he'd ask you about what inspired you to write it

And when the song you've been waiting to hear all night finally starts

You look at him with curiosity

"I want to know what you think of this one."

He'd pay extra attention once you tell him that

And it takes him 1 second to realise why

His face is just pure awe

He'd be super excited about it

"Baby! You did such an amazing job on this album!"

He'd joke around and say things like he's a genius for giving that beat to you because it sounded amazing and fits well in the album

But overall he would be just very proud of your hard work

Would want to make lots of songs for you and make more collaborations in the future

Won't stop complimenting you all night

And would recommend your work on every opportunity he has

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Changes || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

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A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long while🤦🏾‍♀️👀. Apologises on the delay and for grammatical errors. I hope it meets your expectations or what you were expecting. Please let me know if the Spanish translations are correct. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader (married) ☆ 19th Street (mentioned) ▪︎ Cuchillos (mentioned) ▪︎ Los Santos (mentioned) Spooky (mentioned)

Request/Summary: Hii, I was wondering if your still taking requests! If you are can I get one with Sad Eyes where the reader comes home late and a fight breaks out between the two and then she tells him that she found out she’s expecting 🥺🖤 (they could be together for 3yrs) pure angst and fluff if anything! Thank youuu! 💕 - @multiyfandomgirl40

Warning(s): angst, fluff, language, mentions of death and gang violence, pregnancy

Word Count: 1427

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The street lights were on by the time (Y/N) pulled into her driveway. As soon as she switched the engine off, she put her head on her hands and took a deep breath. For the last couple of days, her body started to feel the impact of the extra hours she was pulling. Which wasn't a good sign. Lifting her head up and staring out of the windshield, she spotted her fiance standing on the porch. She gave a half-hearted smile and began to gather her things before hopping out of the car. 

She locked her doors and walked up the path to the front steps. As she climbed, she could feel the tension between Jose and herself but chose to ignore it. Moving past him she entered the house and immediately kicked off her heels. She made her way through the living to enter the kitchen to grab something to eat. 

"What's going on with us?" she heard once she opened up the fridge, she closed it and looked over at Jose who continued, "it's like we don't even see each other anymore, because I'm out on Santo business and you're working." He moved forward and gently caressed her cheek, "this is the first time I've seen you awake… when I'm here you're usually asleep." 

(Y/N) turned her cheek and kissed the palm of his hand, "we're both awake now," and wrapped her arms around his waist. A genuine smile appeared on her face when she felt him a drop kiss on the top of her head.

Jose held her tightly against his chest, "querida… why are you working all these extra hours?" He gently pulled away from her to look at her face, "the last shipment the guys and I did pulled double our usual payment, we're good." 

She sighed and shook her head, "it's not about the money… it's more on how you're getting it," she bit her bottom lip, "I'd rather have you safe and here with me than some racks of cash and memories." 

"Querida." 

"With the death of Cuchillos and the newly formed truce with 19th Street I-I can't help but worry that the next time I'll see you is when I have to identify your body," tears trailed down her cheeks.

He reached out and wiped her tears away, "baby I know I can't promise that-" 

"Exactly, you can't! And that's what scares me the most," (Y/N) stepped back, "we're married now, Jose. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, we're not fiance's, we're husband and wife.

"I know what we are, mi amor." 

"Okay, then maybe you'll consider cutting back on the runs you take on."

Jose shook his head, "so you're saying I should turn my back on the Santos?" He gestured towards the house, "the reason we have all of this is because of them. And you want me to turn my back on them?" 

"I didn't say for you to turn your back on them." 

"It sounded like you did."

"All I'm asking is that you don't go on every fucking run!" (Y/N) shot back. 

"I'm Spooky's right-hand, wherever he goes I do too. If he's not available, then it's up to me to sort out any problems," he roughly rubbed his face, "you know this already." 

She nodded, "you're right I do, but it's time we start getting our shit together," sighing, she continued, "you do know there are other ways to get money without having to clean it all the time?" 

He scoffed, "do I look like a guy who works a nine to five?" he began to pace, "I'm not in the Santos because of the money-"

"You joined because of the brotherhood they offered and to make sure your sister and mum would be taken care of." 

"If you know all this, why are you questioning it?" 

(Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the living, she reached into the back of the t.v cabinet (knowing he never went in there) and pulled out the piece of paper that would change their lives. Jose watched as she walked back to him with a look of determination. He shook his head, "the block's been crazy lately and you're worried about me, I get that but-" 

"I'm worried because we can't just think about ourselves," (Y/N) slammed the sonogram onto the kitchen counter, "we've gotta think about them too." 

Without another word she walked off down the hallway and entered their bedroom. She slammed the door and ignored the rattling of the pictures on the wall. Sliding down on the door, she sobbed as her hands gently rubbed her stomach. 

Jose recognised what she had placed on the counter, but couldn't believe it was truly in front of him. He and (Y/N) discussed children early on in their relationship, during their engagement and right after they were married. The conversations switched from "what ifs" to "when we" followed by an example of their upbringing and what they would change for their children. It was always a thought or an idea that seemed so far away. 

And now it was going to be a reality. 

He gently picked up the picture and traced the outline of it with his forefinger. His focus switched to the typing of the bottom right corner: his wife's name, date and time of when it was taken and how far along the pregnancy was. Laughing when he realised the date of the conception was around Spooky's birthday bash. Shaking his head, he pulled out his wallet and folded the sonogram so it fit beside the photobooth strip of himself and (Y/N) on one of their early dates. He tucked his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and went through the cabinets to see what he could whip up.

After deciding on his chosen dish, he made sure everything was cooked thoroughly before putting it together on the plate. He picked up the plate, a fork (because he knew she preferred it than a spoon) and a bottle of water. Coming up to his bedroom door, he knocked gently, he heard some movement before (Y/N) opened it up. 

"I… uh, made you - well both of you something to eat?" He held up the plate and walked inside, "gotta make sure you're eating enough."

She took the plate and fork, sat on the bed and ate away. When she realised he was still by the door, she gestured for him to sit beside her. He did that and was met with a forkful of the food in front of his face, he smiled and took the bite causing her to smile too. She did this a couple more times, but he redirected it to her mouth. She drank all of the water and put the empty bottle beside the bed. Once she was done with the food, Jose picked up the plate and fork and put them on top of the dresser. 

He'd sort them out later. 

"Thanks for feeding us, we really appreciate it," (Y/N) snuggled into his side when he sat back on the bed, he had an arm over her shoulders and his other hand placed on her stomach. He kissed the side of her head. Sighing, she turned to him and wanted to speak more on what was spoken in the kitchen, but chose to relish in the feeling of them being parents.

She pecked his cheek, "we're gonna be parents." 

"Yeah," he moved his hand from her stomach to grab his wallet, opened it up and pulled out the sonogram, "I gotta question though." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Shit looks different, like did they upgrade the system or something 'cause the last time I saw these was when ma told me I was gonna be a big brother," he held the picture at different angles.

(Y/N) looked at him, "kinda, but not really, the printouts are still the same," she tapped the picture, "but you're right about it being different than mama g's, though," at his confused expression, she continued, "we're expecting double trouble." 

Without a second thought, Jose jumped off the bed and picked her up. (Y/N) squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands went to the back of his neck. They shared a passionate kiss, only separating to come up for air. 

Jose had a grin plastered across his face, "we had a really good time at Spooky's bash." Laughing, (Y/N) brought him in for another kiss.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Querida - sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

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Don't Write An Elegy (part eight.two) – Ryan Graves

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Part eight.one

Author's Note: In the end I couldn't make a decision so I'm giving these two fuckers alternate endings, hopefully one of the two endings satisfies you or maybe both. It would mean the world if you let me know your final thoughts in a reblog, message, ask, carrier pigeon whatever 🧡

Word Count: 3.2k

…I've been wasting all this time, Trying to keep you off my mind …

Being back in Yarmouth is strange now.

All the landmarks that used to just remind me of the childhood now reminded me of her.

Sure, the residents are happy to see me but their smiles were a bit more hollow than usual. The kind of small town smile you get when everyone knows something about you and thinks they’re being polite by not saying anything out loud.

Although, they might have been making the weird smiles because of the trade too. It hadn’t come as a complete blindside, the expansion draft had loomed in the horizon for a while, but I was too busy worrying about my marriage to really put much thought into it. But the location of the trade had been a bit of a shock, I never had given much thought about moving to the Devils.

My Avs teammates seemed more upset by it than me. I’d miss Denver, but after the year I had, a change of scenery sounded nice. New Jersey sounded nice. Though I’m not sure many people have ever thought that.

My mom was probably the most excited by the trade, she liked the idea of me being on the East coast. It was a 13-hour drive that included a ferry ride, but it made her feel like I’d be less alone. As if a team of men would really give me that much alone time.

Ever since our talk during the playoffs my mom has tried to be extra sensitive to my situation. She gave me the okay to skip my usual beginning of the summer trip to Yarmouth, trying to spare me the immediate pain of seeing Gretchen.

But now it’s August and I had a hockey camp so I had to suck it up and show up, for the kids.

Nathan had offered to come down and help out, be a bit of a buffer in case of a Gretchen sighting but I turned him down. Mostly because I didn’t need a real NHL superstar being the focus of my own fucking camp.

It’s been five days but I still haven’t seen her, underneath the relief is disappointment.

Her brother/nephew was helping coach at the camp, but he told me he wasn’t going to talk about Gretchen with me; I respected his boundaries. I probably needed them too, we never had a big talk and I think at some point I’ll need the true closure of talking to her about the end.

My body seems to think the same thing. Camp is over for the day and I take to wandering the streets, for the most part everything is unchanged, but without thinking my feet lead me to the only bar in town.

A big talk doesn’t sound great but a drink does.

I take a big breath before entering the pub, it looks just the same, patrons and all.

Except for a baby grand piano in the corner where the upright one used to be.

The lid is closed but it’s clearly been used recently; it’s not coated in the thin layer of dust that it had in our home. My heart warms.

I had thought about selling the piano because it felt like a stab in the chest every time, I looked at the melancholy instrument in the living room. But instead, I shipped it to Yarmouth. I couldn’t imagine another person in the world loving it or appreciating it as much as Gretchen.

I sit down at the bar, worrying about who the bartender will be. Though I know I could pour myself my own drink and leave some money on the bar and no one would care.

I don’t even notice someone enter from the back room until they slide a beer in front of me. I look up to see Gretchen’s mom standing on the other side of the bar. I’m shocked by how far my heart drops because it’s not Gretchen.

“She’s not working today,” she answers the question I never verbalized, “But it’s good to see you sweetheart, you look good.”

Before I have time to try and read into ‘you look good,’ she comes around the bar and gives me a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. I squeeze her back and try to hold back tears, there’s something so comforting about a good hug from a mother; and I’ve missed my second mother.

“And thanks for letting Chris help out with camp. I know it can’t be easy to have him around, but he really looks up to you and after the year he’s had he needs something for himself.”

In that moment I realize my past year has been a mess, but nothing like a high schooler having his whole identity upturned at the drop of a hat. The new perspective makes me queasy; I try and wash it down with a gulp of beer.

“Chris is like my own little brother,” I want to something more meaningful or profound but I’m pretty run dry of heavy emotions lately.

She gives me a pat on the cheek, “I’ll let you enjoy the drink, it’s on the house.”

I down the rest of the pint, I’m done with human interactions for a bit.

I leave a tip and head out the door and run into someone on my way out.

“Sorry I was–“

I’m stop in my tracks. It’s Gretchen. Her hair is now pitch black, if I remember correctly, it’s natural color though I can’t be sure. The tips of her hair are a fiery red. She looks like she’s seen a ghost, which is sort of true because she’s staring straight at me.

“I have to go,” I blurt before she can say anything, hauling ass down the road and away from my problems.

For the first time since Gretchen left, I give in and stalk her online. There’s not much evidence of what she’s been doing in the last few months, but I guess the same can be said for me.

There are a few pictures that have made it to the internet via other people: her playing keyboard in that Zenon getup, her in the back of a van looking very happy but very exhausted, and a picture of her and Tessa lobstering here in Yarmouth. I can’t tell if she’s doing well or terrible and go to sleep more confused than before.

The next day is the last of my camp. To celebrate I throw together a barbeque for the kids, their families, and the people who helped me put the whole thing together. That turns out to be almost everyone in the area. Not that I mind. It’s a nice to give back and nice to distract myself a bit.

Of course, that’s until I see who’s serving drinks.

Gretchen is there with a tray of Shirley Temples, handing them to a table of already over sugared kids. She’s wearing a flannel to block out the evening chill and a black dress. A new tattoo on her thigh peeks out and I have to fight away the thought of pushing up her skirt to get a better look.

She must feel my stare because she immediately turns when she’s done serving. I brace myself for her to walk over, but instead she gives me a little wave before walking away.

I spend the next hour in a mild panic. Should I be the bigger person and go talk to her? Should I wait for her to come to me? Do I just ignore her the rest of the party? The rest of my time in Yarmouth?

I know the last one is just childish, I do need to talk to her, get some things off my chest. Or bare minimum, have some concrete closure.

I end up not needing to make any decision.

I’m talking with her brother/nephew and some parents, going over how camp went and how their kids are doing when she comes up to Chris. He’s grown several inches since I last saw him, he’s almost eye level with me at this point, which makes him a few inches taller than Gretchen. This makes it harder to give him her usual noogie, she ends up just ruffling his hair at best.

“Sorry to interrupt an important coaches’ meeting but Chris the rents need help carrying some kegs.”

“Oh right, because you’re incapable of carrying a half keg.”

“I’m just a weak woman, you’re a big, strong growing boy,” she smirks and Chris rolls his eyes but relents.

There’s an awkward moment where she pauses, deciding whether she should stick around or bail.

But the parents thank me for my time, maybe they sense some weird tension, and then it’s just the two of us.

She angles her body towards me, “Hey.”

The simple greeting incenses me, I’m not sure why because I wasn’t expecting her to say something like ‘how’s the divorce is treating you?’ Those thoughts must be painted on my face because Gretchen looks concerned.

“If you’re not ready to talk, I’ll fuck off. I shouldn’t have ambushed you at your own party.”

She starts to back away.

“You’re bartending full time now?”

She stops in her tracks.

“Just helping out while I figure out my next steps.”

I bite my tongue, before I seem too eager to learn what her next steps are.

“Sorry about the playoffs, I really thought you guys would win it all this year.”

“It’s how the game works sometimes,” I shrug, the loss stung but nothing as bad as the loss of her.

“Still sucks.”

She rolls on her toes, she’s antsy; it could be because she has too much to say or that she wants to leave this awkward moment. It must be the former because Gretchen would leave if she wanted to.

“Do you think I’ll like New Jersey?” She finally says.

“What?”

“New Jersey, where you got traded, do you think I’ll like living there?”

I must be drunk. I only had two beers but they must’ve affected me way more than I thought because there’s no way my ex-wife is actually asking that question. It doesn’t make sense.

“I didn’t sign the divorce papers.”

I don’t have time to process that information before she’s talking again, “And I know I fucked up so much, so I understand if you never want to see me again, that’s fine, I deserve it. But if there’s a piece of you that still wants to try, I want you back so badly.”

Her words knock the wind out of me, I can’t find the oxygen to breath let alone the words to respond.

There’s a tug in my arm that pulls me out of this dream or nightmare, my mind hasn’t made up its mind quite yet. I turn to see one of the campers, Joey, and their parents.

“Coach Ryan, I want you to meet my parents before we go and say thanks for everything you taught me, I’m gonna play with you in the NHL with you one day,” I can’t help but smile at Joey’s excitement, it’s almost enough to make me forget Gretchen’s declaration.

“Sure, just give me one second,” I turn to see Gretchen is gone, typical.

Then I see her waving from the bar where she’s helping pack up with her parents, she mouths ‘later’ with a wink and some dread settles in my stomach.

It’s easier to turn back to Joey and their family, than to think about ‘later’ and all its implications.

Two hours later I find myself facing the dread head on.

I’m holding a six pack and standing below Gretchen’s bedroom window. She grew up in a medium-sized colonial house that is not quite as easy to sneak into as my childhood home. Thankfully, a tree branch had grown a little closer to her window in the past few years. It’s a relief because I would be very embarrassed trying to explain an injury to teammates if something happened.

It’s an easy tree to maneuver up and I knock on the window.

“Ryan?” I almost fall out of the tree when Chris appears in the window.

“Gretch is in my old room,” he has a knowing smirk and I can’t help turning bright red.

“Can you at least let me in, so I can just go through the hall?”

“Nah, it’s more fun if you struggle some more,” he laughs while he shuts the window and it makes me happy to not have my own little brother.

I’m about to have second thoughts about this cheesy teen romcom moment, but shove aside my embarrassment and head to the other side of the house. There’s at least the porch to help me crawl up to this window.

It’s already cracked open and I push it the rest of the way before crawling in the room.

She’s sitting on her bed, reading a book. I get closer and she looks up.

“Oh man, you beat me to it,” Gretchen smiles and all my words are left sticky on my tongue, “I was gonna sneak into your place in like an hour.”

The fresh tattoo on her thigh is now on full display, three mountain peaks. I have the sudden urge to use my lips to worship on the altar of her leg.

“I couldn’t wait much longer for later,” I finally manage to choke out.

I nervously move to the end of her bed, taking a seat and passing her a beer.

She gingerly takes a sip and I follow suit. I feel like the awkward teenager I was once was, unsure of what to do alone in a room with her. Thankfully, like most things in our relationship, Gretchen takes the lead.

“You know you could have just knocked on the front door, we’re adults who are still married, my parents wouldn’t care.”

“Seeing that I didn’t know we were still married until a couple of hours agon, this talk called for a big dramatic moment,” I bite my lip, “But it’s less dramatic since I knocked on Chris’s window first.”

She grins, “Sorry, it’s so unfair. Little shit finds out he’s not who he thinks he was and then gets to take my room cause it’s bigger.”

We both laugh a little before a silence sets in, the air in the room is thick with anticipation but it’s not clear if that’s a good or bad thing.

I grab a strand of her hair, letting my fingers run through to the bright red, “did you change your hair to root for the Devils?”

“Just a crazy coincidence. I went back the natural hair but plain black is so not me anymore.”

She moves a smidge closer to me.

“I’m seeing a therapist.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know if you know this, I have a lot of unresolved problems and toxic coping mechanisms that need professional help,” she lets out a snicker and I can’t help but join.

“And you don’t hate when this one writes down anything?”

“That’s the thing, she doesn’t write down anything.”

“And she’s helping?”

“Like she’s so good, I don’t even care about the commute to Halifax to see her.”

“You drive six hours round trip just for a therapist?” I’m impressed, she’s trying and not just for me but for herself.

“Sometime Nate let’s stay at his house if the appointment is too late.”

“Nate’s a nice guy.”

“If it makes you feel better, he makes me sleep on the couch. He’s mad I left you.”

“That actually does make me feel better,” a smile creeps onto my face.

“Although technically only you signed the divorce papers,” she quirks one brow.

“G,” I sigh, “I was tired of fighting for you and tired of trying to holding on to you if you were never going want me back again. It wasn’t fair to you and it sure as hell wasn’t fair to me.”

The ghost of smile vanishes from her face.

“I know. And that’s part of why I wanted to leave, to give you a chance to think about everything and get your own perspective, but I also know that basically every decision I’ve made for the past year has been pretty selfish.”

“Wow, that therapist really is working,” I smirk.

“I just want you to know if you really want the divorce, I’ll accept it because I know we’re not exactly on the same page anymore. But now that I took the time to actually work on myself, I’m ready to work on getting us back in sync. If that means we take it slow and just date each other or if we jump right back into it, I can always find a new therapist in Jersey and– “

I stop her with a kiss. Partially to get her to just shut up and partially because I can’t pretend I don’t still love her.

She has a shocked look on her face when I pull away.

“Was that a declaration of love or a shut me up kiss?”

“A little of both.”

“I missed us,” she whispers, “like it’s fucking weird not being around you and not knowing when I’ll see you next.”

“Now you know how I’ve felt.”

I don’t mean it to be unkind but no matter what tone I said it in, it would be a very pointed statement.

“I know I’m a rude bitch.”

“I’d prefer to say a rude cunt,” I try to hold back a sly smile and she rolls her eyes and grins.

“Shut up,” she bumps her shoulder into my side, before placing a kiss on my shoulder.

There’s a lot to be said, but I don’t want to dive in too deep tonight. We have the rest of our lives for that, I want to take it slow. I grab her and intertwine our fingers. We sit there for a while just enjoying each other’s presence, despite so little being said I feel a weight lifted of my chest for the first time in a while.

She tugs me down to lay on the bed with her, we’re laying facing each other and she gives me on simple deep kiss, all the electricity sparks back to life in my bones.

“Thanks for not giving up on me,” she says between more kisses.

“I could say the same thing,” I smirk into the ensuing kisses.

I pull her closer and soon we’re just the two teenagers who fell in love making out on a bed, in her childhood home.

Gretchen reaches behind her and fumbles around until she turns on some music, our old routine.

The opening chords of Bratmobile’s “Gimme Brains” ring through the room. It was off an essential album in Gretchen’s high school car so it wasn’t a complete mood killer, we had made out to it enough back in the day, but it coming on first made us both pause.

“Play this song at my funeral,” we both say at the same time.

On any other day those words might make us yell ‘jinx’ at each other or dissolve into laughter but today they held some weighty meaning about us, about our relationship and history, and the future we still had; suddenly we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

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Stay - Bucky Barnes Imagine

Summary: After a long war your brother and his annoying best friend will finally be coming back home. What will happen between you and Bucky now that you are both adults living under the same roof? 

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Word Count: 4,990

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New York, 1945

It had been months since you heard from your brother. Then finally you got word that the war was won. A week or two after hearing the news you got a letter from Steve with a time, date, and place followed by the words, "We're coming home."

You jumped in excitement and ran into the room where Buckys parents sat. When your mother died you and Steve both moved into a house together, but when he left for the war you were unable to afford to live on your own. Sure you had a job but it was the 1940s, you weren't getting paid enough. Buckys parents invited you to live with them. You grew up with these people and they had an extra room. Plus it would be lonely without Bucky there with them and without Steve with you. It was mutually beneficial so you moved in.

Now they're finally coming back home. You were so excited to finally see your brother again and even though Bucky was always such a nuisance growing up you couldn't wait for him to come back. With your excitement for their return came one question, where would you live? The last few years living with the Barnes' were amazing. They were incredibly nice to you and never expected much other than helping out around the house. They even insisted you quit your job and live with them rent-free. But now Steve would be back and you were unsure if you would be moving back in with him.

The days leading up their return you spent unable to sit still. No matter where you were or what you were doing you were tapping your fingers, bouncing your leg, or even swaying side to side. You spent each night looking out your window gazing at the stars. Ever since you were little you were fascinated by the stars and its constellations. When you left for camp your mom told you to look up at the stars each night and remember that wherever she was she would be looking at them too. When Steve left for the war he reminded you of your mothers words, "When you're scared or you miss me just look at the stars, chances are I'll be looking too." So you did. Whenever you were upset or had a bad dream you would gaze at the stars and imagine talking to your brother, he always helped you feel better.

The night of their arrival you woke up extra early unable to contain your excitement. They wouldn't be arriving till late afternoon but you decided to get started on your day. You dressed in black high-waisted pants matched with a red long sleeve top then rushed downstairs to get started on breakfast for everyone. All-day you did whatever you could to keep yourself busy. You cleaned the house even though you and Bucky's mom cleaned the day before. Buckys parents silently laughed at how restless you were that day as you all waited for Steve and Bucky.

Finally, when the time came to meet them at the train station you were the first one in the car. The car ride to the station was quiet as everyone was filled with so many emotions of their own. You sat in the back seat silently chewing at your nails as the polish chipped off.

Steve didn't leave any specific instructions on where to meet so you all settled on waiting near the ticket booth. You bounced as you searched the area for any sign of your brother or his annoying best friend. You tippy-toed as you tried to look over mountains of people passing you by. Then you heard your name being called. Immediately you turned to the source. You had seen the photos of Steve and heard about the experiment but actually seeing how much he changed was shocking. You stood there for a moment processing that the tall buff man a few yards away from you was your brother. Snapping out of your shock a smile rose to your lips as you ran to him. He stopped to put his bags down just in time for you to crush him with a hug.

You squeezed him as the tears began to fall. Behind you, you heard the Barnes as they ran after you to meet their son. When you pulled away from Steve he wiped a tear from your face. Now you were able to get a closer look at him and through your tears, you laughed, "All of those girls are going to be so mad they dumped you." He laughed along with you, "I bet they're all going to come crawling back to me now that I'm Captain America." He said the name sarcastically.

A hand rested on Steve's shoulder ushering him away from you. Behind him, you saw Bucky with a wide smile, "Don't I get a hug too?" You rolled your eyes as you smiled. He walked closer to you embracing you in a warm hug. You had never hugged Bucky before, well maybe when you were children but you couldn't remember. Now feeling his strong arms wrapped around your body you didn't want to let go. It wasn't weird or awkward, it felt right. You buried your face in his chest taking in his scent. You hated to admit it but when you heard that Bucky was drafted for the war it felt as if your heart dropped to your stomach. You had been so worried about him then Steve joined the war and your worry worsened. Now that you had them both back it was like your heart could breathe again. You no longer had to worry about losing them in the trenches.

"I missed you small fry." He started calling you small fry when you were ten years old. For how short Steve was compared to Bucky you were always shorter. Even at your full height, you stood three inches shorter than Steve. You always hated that nickname but hearing it now made your heart feel warm.

"I missed you too Bucky." You couldn't feel it but his heart was beating fast. Just as you would never admit your worry for him he wouldn't admit how his feelings for you grew while he was gone. Growing up Bucky loved to poke at your patience. Even as teenagers and adults he would make it his daily goal to annoy you at least three times a day, but just like Steve he was always so protective of you. As children, he wouldn't care if another boy picked on you. He would just laugh and take notes, but the older you both got the more protective he got. You never knew this but Bucky was always scaring boys away from you. Girls would always get love notes from boys but you never got anything. Bucky made it a point to let every boy know that if they hurt you in the slightest he would not hesitate to punch them. They had all seen Bucky fight before, whenever he was protecting Steve, and since he was a few years older than you all of the boys in your grade were scared.

Bucky knew that as his best friend's sister he could never be with you so he started dating other girls. He was such a flirt and all the girls swooned over him. Even when he was out fighting the war he tested his luck with the European women, but he could never get past flirting with them. He could if he wanted to but something was always holding him back. It wasn't until he was out in the trenches fighting for his life that he realized all he could think about was you. He fought so hard to stay alive because he knew that once he came back home he could see you again.

Now here you were in his arms. He didn't want to let you go, it was like his mind was up in the clouds with you so close to him. Steve was the one to pull him back down to earth, "Ok give me my sister back now."

"Y/N there is actually someone I want you to meet." Steve started a bit nervously. You tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows, "You want me to meet someone?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah. I met someone while I was away. She's a really great gal and we were planning on moving in together." You'd never heard of this mystery woman before so this was a shock for you to hear, "Oh." was the only thing you were able to say.

"Of course, you can move in with us I wouldn't want you to feel like you're not welcome."

Before you could say anything a woman approached Steve placing her hand on his shoulder. He turned with a smile, taking her hand into his, and placed a kiss on it before turning back to you, "Y/N, this is Peggy. Peggy this is my sister Y/N." The lady turned to you with a kind smile and reached her hand out for you to shake, "It's nice to finally meet you Y/N, your brother has told me so much about you."

"Same to you." You shook her hand, she seemed to be a genuine person unlike the woman from around here who always turned an eye at Steve because he was "weak".

"I'm sorry but we must get going, we'll be staying in a hotel until we can find somewhere to live," Steve said as he grabbed his and Peggy's bags.

He gave you one last hug whispering in your ear, " Think about my offer ok?"

You nodded, "I will thank you."

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The ride back was filled with talk and laughter. It was nice to have Bucky back. "You know Y/N you can stay with us if you'd like." Bucky's mom offered.

"Yes, it has been so great having you with us we don't mind if you stay a bit longer." His dad chimed in.

"Thank you, both of you you're so kind but I wouldn't want to intrude any-"

"Oh nonsense!" Buckys mom shouted. "You have never once intruded we insist you stay with us."

Beside you, Bucky laughed, "Yeah your room is right across from mine. If you go with Steve I won't be able to bug you in the middle of the night."

You rolled your eyes at him with a smile, "You know that doesn't make me want to stay."

He chuckled tilting his head to the side, "I'm joking! Well kinda." He whispered the last part.

You mimicked the way he tilted his head then raised an eyebrow. You didn't say anything as you just looked at him. "Come on, stay. I promise I won't bug you much."

So you did.

Steve wasn't too heartbroken over your decision to stay with Bucky and his family. It didn't take him long to settle into a new home either. Once people heard Captain America was home and looking for a house to buy the offers came jumping out at him. Within no time he was settled into his new home.

As happy as you were to have your brother and his friend back you didn't like how their presence scared men away from you. When they were gone you were going out on dates a lot more than before, which still wasn't much, but at least you were going out. Now with the return of Bucky, who was always chasing men away from you, plus the addition of your hero brother men were scared to even look in your direction.

That was until one man came along. He was new to town and knew nothing of your brother or his overprotective best friend. Whenever he would see you around the both of you would talk and flirt for a while before you had to part ways. Then finally after a few weeks, he asked you out on a date. You were so excited that finally, a man was other than Steve and Bucky was talking to you.

The day of your date you got dressed up real pretty and rushed downstairs to wait for him. As you exited your room you crashed into Bucky who was leaving his room. He grabbed the sides of your arms to keep you from stumbling. He was smiling ready to make a joke but once he saw the fresh face of makeup and dress you were wearing his face turned serious, "Where are you going?"

"Out." Was all you said as you tried to move past him but he kept his hands on your arms to hold you in place.

"Hm. Out? With who?" He questioned.

"A friend."

"Is this a female friend or a male friend?"

"Does it matter?" You tried to brush off.

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, "Come on Y/N, you know the answer to that." You stood there silent. Of course you knew it mattered but you just wanted the conversation to end so you can go on your date. "So which is it? A female friend or a male friend?"

Sighing in defeat you answered, "A male friend." Bucky was about to speak but you didn't let him, "Please don't make this a big deal. I hardly get to go on dates, let me enjoy this." He pursed his lips then nodded, "Ok. I won't bother you about it but I expect to find out who this man is later ok?"

"Ok." You nodded happily.

"And you can expect your brother to hear about this little date of yours." He scolded. You rolled your eyes and laughed, "I kind of expected you to call him as soon as I leave."

"Do you need a ride tonight?"

"No, he should be picking me up any minute now so I figured I'd wait outside for him."

So you did. You waited for him on the patio swings in front of your house happily swaying back and forth. Soon the minutes turned into an hour, then that turned into two, and so on, and so on. Eventually, the sun went down but you were holding out hope that he would show up. From inside the house, Bucky watched and wen the sunset he came out with a blanket to keep you warm, "Would you like some company?" He asked wrapping the warm fabric around your shoulders. "Sure" You replied softly keeping your eyes to the ground.

You felt so embarrassed to have been waiting outside for so long but you also didn't want to go in and face Bucky. Who knows what he'd have to say about this. "Are you ok?" He looked at you speaking softly. You didn't feel like talking so you just nodded your head. "Do you want to go back inside?" He asked. You just kept your eyes to the ground as you pulled the blanket tighter around you. Bucky softly placed his hand on your shoulder, "Come on let's get you inside, it's getting cold out here." Standing up you nodded. You felt him place his other hand on your free shoulder as he ushered you inside. Luckily no one else was home to see what happened to you and though Bucky loved to tease you, you knew he would keep this secret.

"I feel like an idiot." You mumbled as you both walked over to the sofa.

"You're not an idiot. If anyone is an idiot it's that guy who stood you up." He tried to hide his anger but you could hear it in his voice.

"But why would he stand me up like that? What was so wrong with me that he made him not want to go out after all?"

"Nothing is wrong with you Y/N. Obviously, he doesn't deserve you if he can't see what an amazing girl you are."

"You really mean it Bucky?" You looked at him hopefully.

"Of course! Listen I'm sorry I always made it so difficult for you to find dates but I was just trying to look out for you I didn't think any of those losers in high school deserved you."

"It's ok Bucky, I know you meant well. It just always sucked being the only girl in class who wasn't going out."

"I know and again I'm sorry about that." For a second you both sat in silence. You still had the blanket wrapped around you and Bucky had his hands crossed as he looked down at the carpet. Then he looked up at you with an excited smile, "You know what you still deserve to have a nice night so what do you say you let me take you out?"

You looked at him shocked unsure what to say. "It doesn't have to be a date! I just mean you deserve to have fun not sit here and be sad."

"Thank you, Bucky but I don't feel like going out anymore." You gave him a soft smile.

"We don't have to go out we can stay here. I can make us some dinner, we can play some board games, dance, watch tv, whatever you want!" He seemed pretty excited about this and it would be much more fun than sitting around moping. "Ok, let's do it! We'll have some dinner and see where the night leads us." You smiled at him now excited for what the night had to offer.

Bucky asked you to wait for him in your room as he prepared dinner. He would get you once everything was ready, but as soon as he finished his parents showed up with a few of their friends. He forgot they were going to be having drinks at their house that night.

Trying to make best with the situation he took the food into his room and set a nice picnic on his floor. He set up candles on his desk and cabinets then placed a rose from his mother's garden in the middle of where you two would be eating.  Quickly he dressed into something nice then nervously walked over to your door. He knew this wasn't a real date but he so badly wanted it to be. He even hoped this would eventually lead to something real.

He knocked on your door three times. When you opened he saw you were wearing this same thing as before but still he was taken by your beauty as if it were the first time seeing you like this. He bowed then held his arm out, "My lady. Dinner awaits." He faked a posh accent. You laughed locking your arm into his. Then in his normal voice, he added "Please excuse the change in location as my dear parents have brought company." You looked at him confused as to where you two would be having dinner. Your confusion didn't last long as he led you to the door across from your room. "Were having dinner in your room?" You tried to hold back a laugh but he could see the smile on your face, "I know it's not in any way nice or romantic but don't worry I cleaned up for you." He playfully winked as he opened the door.

The only light in the room was coming from a small lamp and several candles. The room smelled nice like a mixture of his cologne and fresh cotton, which happened to be the scent of the candles. You noticed the food nicely placed on the floor. You could tell he cleaned in a hurry because his bed shits were slightly lopsided and wrinkled.

"Bucky this is so sweet." You looked up at him. He placed his hand on your lower back as he walked you further into his room. "I told you, you deserve to have a good night."

"Now we don't have any wine since everyone downstairs has taken it for themselves to I brought us some water and lemonade."

"Lovely of them to share with us." you both laughed, "I'll be fine with just the lemonade, thank you." He started pouring your drink into your glass before you could even reach your hand out for it.

For the next thirty minutes or so you both sat there eating and talking as you laughed over the past. "Do you remember when I was in the twelfth grade and you scared off all my potential prom dates?"

His head fell back as he laughed, "Yes! Steve had to take you."

Playfully you rolled your eyes at him, "Yeah, if he hadn't taken me I would've been the only girl without a date."

"In our eyes, none of those boys were good enough for you, we were just trying to protect you from that." He defended.

You sighed defeated, "Most of them did turn out to be no good so I'll give you that. I just think you and Steve can be a little too protective so you refuse to see there are good men out there for me." Bucky kept his eyes to the ground not wanting to admit he didn't want you with any other guy, he wanted you for himself. Instead, he stood up and held his hand out for you, "Would you like to dance?"

You smiled and tilted your head, "There's no music." Swiftly he wakes over to the record player sitting on his bedside table to fill the room with music. He walked back over, again holding his hand out. Softly you placed your hand in his allowing him to pull you up from the floor. He walked you a few steps away from the dishes on the floor then placed his free hand on your waist as you put yours on his shoulder.

At first, it felt a bit awkward. You were dancing with the man who always knew how to push your buttons yet no matter how annoying he was or how much you claimed to hate him, you couldn't get him out of your mind. You always thought he was handsome and charming but you always brushed it off by saying it was all just an act he put on to get girls.

To him, this was like a dream come true yet he couldn't help but feel guilty for dancing with his best friend's sister so romantically. He never thought he could be good enough to be with you but now with you so close to him, he didn't want to think that anymore. He spent the last few years wondering if every day would be his last and the only person he could think of was you. He couldn't waste any more time doubting himself or pushing you away.

Slowly but surely the dancing felt more natural. the both of you were so tense at first but loosened up eventually. As the night went on you rested your head on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding yet he was breathing slowly. When your head hit his chest he felt the heat rising up in his neck. His head perked up as he looked down at you. Not too long after a smile made its way onto his lips and he rested his head on top of yours, pulling you in closer to him. For what felt like hours, but was only eighteen minutes, you both danced and swayed in each other's arms. At some point, you closed your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of his arms wrapped around yours and taking in his scent. It felt like you were floating on the moon.

Eventually, the track ended and left nothing but static playing. Slowly and gently Bucky pulled away from you. He looked down into your eyes which only made his heart beat faster, "You know every night I would take one look at the stars before bed and imagine you were looking at them too?"

"You did?" Your eyes grew like saucers.

"I did. I know I've always been kind of an ass to you growing up but while I was away you were the only thing on my mind." His eyes never left yours as he spoke. You looked up at him in shock unsure of what to say in response. Bucky took your hand into his as he moved a step back, "I want to show you something." He walked you over to his bed, sat you down, then walked over to the light switch. When the room was enveloped in darkness you heard his voice, "Look up." Above his bed were the constellations painted in glow in the dark ink. You felt the bed sink in next to you and again Bucky's voice, "When I graduated I painted the constellations on my ceiling, that way every night before bed I could learn more about them. You can't really see them when you look out the window so this was my best option. I guess subconsciously I was always trying to impress you or be a man worthy of being with you."

You looked over to Bucky as you felt your heart beating faster, "Bucky-"

"I think I did a pretty good job at drawing them. Take a look, it's better if you lay back you can see everything at once." He laid down first then patted the space next to him. Shyly you laid back but kept some distance between the two of you. The painting was beautiful, you could tell he tried so hard to make it look just right. Of course there were some minor mistakes but you weren't going to point them out, you were just amazed that we would do all of this. He excitedly started pointing at the ceiling naming each constellation, "Look right there is Draco! Then there's the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, Hercules, and Cepheus." You looked over to Bucky but his eyes were glued to the ceiling. He had a child-like wonder look on his face. "Every night while I was away I would try to find them in the stars. I think I once saw Scorpius but I can't be too sure."

"You know I actually missed you when you were gone."

This caught his attention. He turned to you with a playful smile, "I thought you would've been excited to see me leave."

"Well at first I was just a little," you laughed, "but even then I was worried that I may not see you again. I tried to act like I didn't care too much but every time you sent a letter to your parents it was like a wave of relief because even if you were hurt it meant you weren't dead. I just wanted you to come back home."

You felt his hand grab onto yours and squeeze gently. You interlocked your fingers together and scooted yourself closer to him. The warmth from his arm made you feel more comfortable and at ease so you thought it would be a good time to rest your eyes for a few seconds.

When they opened back up you were laying on your side holding onto Bucky's arm. He was laying on his back and you could hear his soft breathing. You looked over at the clock on his wall to see that it was now three in the morning but you were sure it was only ten o'clock just a few moments ago. Slowly you let go of Bucky's arm but when you sat up you felt his hand reaching out for yours, "Where are you going?" He asked sleepily. His eyes were still closed and his hand closed around yours gently.

"It's already three in the morning, I'm going to my room." You said disappointedly. You didn't want to go back to your room but it was already late at night. Bucky gently tugged on your arm as he rolled over to lay in his side, "You don't have to go." He said with his face in the pillow.

You looked to the floor considering laying back down with him. His hand slid down your arm and down to your hand interlocking your fingers together, "Stay, please."

You laid back down beside him cuddling into his arm like you were before. Bucky nuzzled his face into the hair at the top of your head before placing a soft kiss and drifting off to sleep.

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Baby | knj

Baby

—Your daughter had been so sure about one thing. You are Baby. End of discussion. 

Word Count: 1,268 Content/s: FLUFF, drama (super light, extra smol), established relationship, married life, husband and wife au, dad!namjoon is a p r e c i o u s concept & I'm glad we all agree Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

A/N: Hi, hello, idc if I'm posting out of schedule, this would've been a better tribute for Joonie's birthday but I went away and posted the one that's been in the drafts SO hERE I AM, houRS AFTER COOING AND FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CONCEPT OF F U T U R E  D A D to deliver you this short blurb inspired by the stuff i saw on twt 😩👌💕 Hope y'all enjoyed!

[masterlist]

Any couple with a kid would gladly attest to the saying that parenting is no easy feat. The two of you, of course, have found fact in such a statement and have always managed. You, yourself, think you two did a brilliantly decent job raising Luna, your four-turning-five-year-old who had recently donned her big girl shoes on and entered the great unknown—kindergarten.

Now, you don't really know why you've been called in to meet with the teacher instead of doing the usual routine of waiting by the school gates, but you were certain that your sweet, little angel didn't do anything wr—

"What do you mean she got into a fight?"

Your jaw falls slack as you turned to the little girl sheepishly sitting in the chair next to you. An eyebrow of yours raised, waiting for her explanation, but Luna refused to meet with your questioning gaze. "Luna," you call out, soft yet firm so as to not scare her into not speaking a word. 

"Well, Mrs. Kim," the teacher, Ms. Oh, began, catching your attention once more. She brings her hands together over the wooden desk with an awkward smile gracing her features, somewhat unsure of how to properly tell the story itself. "Luna here threw a little fit when one of her classmates, Chunsa, made fun of your name."

The confusion that seizes you knows no limits. "My name?" You incredulously ask. What's wrong with my name?

Ms. Oh glances at Luna for a moment before clearing her throat. "She said that your name was Baby," she tells you, "Chunsa laughed, because she found it funny and proceeded to make fun of it with the others. The fight,  fortunately, was able to be stopped before anyone got hurt."

You could hardly believe your ears. Luna is a reserved girl, always has been, inheriting her father's introverted tendencies and love for books. She has the patience of a saint, too. For her to be like this...

"Baby?" You found yourself muttering aloud. "Why would she—oh..."

Oh no.

A blush stains across your cheeks an unmistakable red, spreading like an unstoppable forest fire except the one that got slain is your will to live. "I," you stammer, scrambling to find an excuse. "It's just that, uhm," you coughed into one hand. "Her, uh, father used to call me... baby before we got married. He still, uh, calls me that to this day. We didn't—"

 You glance at your daughter, who was now looking at you with complete and utter betrayal. All you could muster to give to the both of them was an apologetic smile. "We didn't expect her to do such a thing," you told Ms. Oh in all honesty. 

The silence that hung in the air was killing you mentally, when really you want it done physically so you can be rid of this mortification. Can the ground just swallow you whole please? Thanks. 

To save yourself and your daughter from any more of this agony, you stood up, securing your shoulder bag with one hand before bowing to the young kindergarten teacher, both as an apology and as a farewell. "My husband and I will discuss it later," you solemnly swore, "I promise it won't happen again."

You grabbed Luna's hand, coaxing her to utter a small goodbye with you before taking the two of you out of the school grounds and into the parking lot where you had parked your car. You usher your daughter into her place in the backseat before hopping onto the driver's seat yourself and driving onwards to home. 

As soon as you drove a good distance away from the school, a loud outbreath of relief escapes you, along with a little chuckle for you have been made a clown after that little hooha. Come to think of it, if all the embarrassment could just leave your body right now for even just a damn second, the scene that had just unfolded was hilarious. 

Luna, behind you, however, looks at you with a puzzled expression. Eventually, she speaks up. "Mommy," she slowly began, "did I... did I really do an oopsie?"

You glance at her through the rearview mirror, offering her an assuring smile to ease her guilt. "It's okay, honey," you tell her, "you didn't know. Just don't fight with anyone again, hm? Remember what daddy said?"

Luna nods. "Violence is never the answer," she utters Namjoon's reminders along with you. Still, she fiddles with her fingers. 

"What's your real name then, mommy?"

You beam a smile. "Mommy's name is (Y/N), sweetie," you tell her, "we can try spelling and writing it later if you want."

Your little offer seems to have efficiently lift her mood a little. She nods enthusiastically, but her curious eyes were still swimming with thoughts and questions. "Why does Daddy call you baby then?" She asks.

Nearly but fortunately not so, your grip on the steering wheel loosens as your throat chokes on your spit for a moment. You clear your throat. "Well," you began, scouring your head for a suitable explanation, "it's like a nickname! You know how mommy calls you honey sometimes? Or sweetie? Or, how daddy calls you moonchild?"

Luna nods understandably, getting a grasp onto the concept. "But why does he always call you baby?" She soon asks, not fully satisfied with your initial statement. 

See, now that's not wholly true—but your daughter will have even more questions, so you're gonna have to shut up about that and just go with the hell of it. "Sometimes," you say, "sometimes, it just gets stuck that way, y'know? Like how you'll always call me mommy or eomma, and how you'll always call daddy your daddy or appa."

Luna, for now seemed to have enough. A small 'ah...' leaving her lips, as she resorts to looking out the window for amusement. 

All you could do at that moment was let out yet another outbreath of relief—this time quieter so as not to catch Luna's attention again. Still, your lips tugged upwards. 

Baby, huh? Wait 'til Namjoon hears about this. 

BONUS

"We're home!"

Your voice rings throughout the house, as you lock the door behind you. Luna runs along and into the kitchen, immediately sensing her father was there. 

You enter the premises to see Namjoon ducking down to her height in order to perform their daily kiss on the cheek ritual. He had been at the dining table, coffee in one hand—presumably taking a break from composing. 

Just as you reach the two of them, Luna runs off to play with her dolls, leaving you alone with your husband. You lean down to press a light kiss on his lips, which he greatly welcomes. You sat on the chair next to him, resting your cheek against the palm of your hand. "You can not believe what just happened at school today," You halfheartedly groan, ready to spill some tea. 

Namjoon chuckles, glancing at you as he sips on his mug. "Humor me," he tells you with an encouraging pat on the thigh. 

Though the touch of hand sends shivers down your spine, you carry on with your words. "Luna got in trouble today," you say, "because she genuinely thought my name was baby and her classmates made fun of her for it."

"She what?"

You laugh at the ridiculous expression that seizes Namjoon's face. "Guess how she came to such a conclusion," you mused, eliciting a chuckle from your husband. 

"Hm, yes," he feigns to ponder with a smirk, "I wonder how."

#bts #bts imagines #bts au #bts scenarios #kim namjoon x reader #bts fluff #kim namjoon #kim namjoon imagines #bts rm x reader #bts rm imagine #bts rm fanfic #bts rm scenario #bts rm #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bts kim namjoon

[shhhlikeme]

A/N: Feeling writers block so I thought I’d throw in headcannons with some of my fave boys that has been sitting in my drafts! If you want me to continue this with more characters, request em!

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Intentionally or Unintentionally CockTeasing The Haikyuu Boys Because They Can’t Have Sex

(Slight NSFW)

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So this is wah gwan/

Background for Understanding:

Your boyfriend was playing volleyball and pulled the groin muscle in his inner thigh. After several x-rays, he would be out a little longer than a month before making a full recovery. But the doctor told him that the boy MUST refrain from ANY and ALL sexual activity if they ever want to play again. The look on his face looked like he had just been told that the world was ending lmao. You snickered and hugged him. Reassuring them that “It’ll be fine, babe.”

But it wouldn’t be.

Because you were a little shit (unintentional or not).

Needless to say, they were having a tough time refraining from any and all sexual activity—

Here’s why:

Wakatoshi

“Y/N. Do you think this is funny?” Asks your boyfriend seriously as he gives you a disapproving look. You’d think he was your school principal by the way he was chastising you.

You feigned innocence as you pouted at him with wide eyes. “What? What am I doing now, Toshiiii?”

He didn’t blink.

“Must you practice your splits for cheerleading right here? In front of me? Wearing a thong? Why not go to the den.”

Suppressing your urge to giggle, you leaned further into your almost-middle splits as you flipped your hair—looking back at him over your shoulder.

“No, I want to be near you, Tosh.”

Your boyfriend scoffed at your response, unimpressed and frankly pissed.

“I do not want you near me doing that. Go. Now.”

You smile because as your giant serious boyfriend spoke he stared intently at your ass only. You could see the tent forming in his jeans as he watched you stretch.

“You’ll have much more space to do this in the den.” He added.

“Oh? You want me to go to the den because I’ll have more space, love? Or could it be because you want to help me stretch out elsewhere—maybe the inside of my pussy—but the doctor said you can’t?”

Toshi’s mouth fell open at your insinuation. Annoyed and undeniably horny, he makes himself shut his mouth again. You reached your hands forward in the stretch to give your man a better visual of your ass and you could hear him groan from behind you.

Ushijima made a move to take you upstairs before remembering the doctors orders and stopping. He reminded himself why he cared so much about that sport that was standing in his way from fucking his girlfriend to oblivion and tried to calm his anger at you for teasing him.

“I’ll go, then.” He stated angrily. “I’m going to Tendou’s. Tell me when you’re done stretching, and I’ll be back.”

You waved at your boyfriend happily as he left because he looked funny marching out with a huge boner sticking out from his front.

“Okay, baby! I will!”

Hinata

“Whoaa....” Murmured Shōyo as he watched you with wide eyes. For the past three minutes he has had his eyes glued to you while you devoured the ice cream cone he had just gotten you two from your fridge.

You used your tongue to lick all around the vanilla treat. Swirling your tongue up, down, and around, sometimes making a slurpy sound that sounded quite familiar to the boy who missed your blow jobs so much.

Mans sat there watching your tongue like he was in a trance, his eyes flicking from your mouth to his attention-starved dick then back to your mouth.

When the ice cream shrunk enough to be swallowed like your boyfriends cock, you enclosed your lips around it suggestively and met your boyfriends pleading eyes as you did it.

You finished the rest of your frozen treat happily, knowing you just made your boyfriend incoherent with lust.

“Mmmm......it’s so sticky........and tastes so good....” you sigh in delight as you lick your fingers of the white creamy sweetness.

“Shōyo? You haven’t even touched your ice cream. And it’s dripping all over your hand!”

After calling his name twice more Hinata snapped out of his trance, he looked over at his dripping strawberry ice cream cone that he’d forgotten he even had as soon as he heard your first slurp.

“Oh, Y/N. Here, please, take mine too!” He shoved his ice cream in your direction and you slowly take it from your oddly acting boyfriend.

“You want me to..... have your ice cream?”

Hinata nodded enthusiastically before he quickly wiped his hands clean with a paper towel. He leaned his head on his knuckles as he got comfortable, preparing himself to watch you swirl your tongue around ice cream again like this was his favourite Marvel movie!

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says with bright, eager eyes.

Actual footage of your boyfriend Shōyo:

“Go.”

Aran

“Babe. You had to pick this movie on your choice of movie night?” Your boyfriend wiped his face as a show of stress. He begrudgily stared at his screen and then looked down at you through the slits of his eyes.

Pressed to his side on the couch, you smiled up at him innocently.

“365 Days? What’s wrong with it? I think it’s interesting so far. Plus, Atsumu suggested it to me. He told me to play it on our next movie night!”

Aran clenched his fists under the blanket at your words, secretly promising himself to tell his best friend’s new girlfriend how many girls Atsumu has really been with before her the next time Aran went over there.

LMFAOOOOO

“Oh he did, did he? Atsumu. That angel.....” He grimaced. “Was this before or after you told him about the doctors orders when he was worried?” Aran asked between clenched teeth.

“Uhhh.....after, I’m pretty sure. But, Aran, shhhhhhh! It’s getting to a good part!” Aran watched your beautiful eyes light up as the two characters in the movie started fucking on the yacht like animals.

“Ouuu, baby. We should try that position tonight!” You quip, pointing at the screen then taking a sip of your coke.

Aran cursed his stupid friend. “I—“

“Oh right, sorry! I forgot you can’t, poo. But as soon as you are cured, can we try that?!”

Your boyfriend stared you down in mental agony as he pictured pistoning his dick in you mirroring the position on screen—only right now on this couch. His dick jumped.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “When I’m cured.”

“How long again?” You asked as you grabbed the remote to turn up the sound volume during another hot sex scene.

“Too damn long.” He rolled his eyes as he looked back at the porn-disguised-as a-romantic-movie on screen too.

Yams

“Auuuuuuhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssss. F-f-f-feels soooooooo g-o-o-o-d-d-d-d, Tadashi.....”

With a violent blush, your boyfriend gave the Furniture store worker a thumbs up.

“I umm.... guess she likes it.” Tadashi reasoned, putting his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed your shoulder silently trying to tell you to quiet down in the store.

Sitting in the turbo massage chair, you moaned some more, letting your boyfriend and the worker know how much you liked how it felt. Tadashi’s ears perked up at every sigh and moan you made. He couldn’t rid his mind of memories of you moaning just like that when you’re on top of him and he has a vibrator pressed to your clit. It was clouding his thoughts. He bit his lip as he zoned out thinking about the fun you two could have on this chair at home with a vibrator. Only a month longer from this stupid injury and you’d be extra sensitive on his dick with the help of this chair....

“—and the parts will be sold separately. Should I ring you up, sir?”

Tadashi was startled when his girlfriend slapped him blindly on the chest to get his attention back to the sales associate.

What is wrong with him? You thought as you felt your lower back getting kneaded. The man is standing right in front of him and he’s zoning out? Get it together, Space Cadet Yams.

“Huh?! Excuse me?! Sorry, what?” Tadashi rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, I was distracted. Can you repeat that?!” He apologized.

The sales associate smiled kindly.

“Sure thing Mr. Tadashi.....so, I was just explaining that the massage chair is the best of its generation. If you look right here on the remote I have— it has 8 brilliant speeds and intensity adjustments. Your girlfriend is on 2 right now which means that if I increase it to, let’s say, 5 ...”

As the associate spoke, Yams was pulled from paying attention to him as you moaned louder when the level setting increased. “O-o-oh my G-g-god.....Dashi y-y-y-es.”

Picturing you saying this while you were grinding on his cunt-buried dick, Yams knew he was on the verge of defying his doctors orders and just fucking you in the car....

The massage chair dug into your tense shoulders yes LORD—

“Oh b-b-baby. T-th-thats-s th-the sp-p-p-o-t-t..”

As a last ditch effort to save his volleyball career, Yams rudely snatched the remote from the employee’s hands, scattering to hide his new erection behind the massage chair.

He clicked a button on the remote to turn the massage chair off fully while blushing at the employees shocked expression due to being interrupted and basically assaulted.

“Um, sorry! We’ll take it!” Yams freaked out apologetically.

“😱 Yamaguchi!” You scolded your boyfriend’s sudden rudeness. “That was so impolit—“ turning in the chair to see your boyfriends dark blush that you recognized to be his horny face, you stopped. It only took one look at him for you to understand exactly why he just acted completely out of character and rude. It reminded you that you have been on this sex strike with him for far too long, ugh.

You stood up from the chair, calling the confused associates attention away from your horny boyfriend. “Um.... I can sign the paper work. Want to bring me to the cash?” You asked him professionally.

The salesman blinked at Yams before looking down at you. “Uh, of-of course ma’am. Follow me.”

As you two walked away Yams’ top half collapsed on the head rest of the chair. He tried to will his hard member to soften but with the massage chair currently under his skin and so close to him, he couldn’t get your vibrated moans out of his head.

He decided that a stroll through the store’s bathroom section might help.

Ya, that would definitely help.

Akaashi

“I know what you’re doing.” Your boyfriend deadpanned as you showed up late to dinner wearing an extremely low cut dress in the chest area. Your breasts could stop traffic in that and you had only just taken off your trench coat after you and Akaashi sat down so he and the female server were basically the only ones who got an eyeful the entire night.

“I like this dress, Kashi. Don’t you? Can you pass me the salad, please?”

Challenging you with his eyes and trying his best not to look down at your remarkable chest, Akaashi reached over to share you some Mediterranean salad onto your plate like a gentleman.

“Say when.” He insisted.

You smiled and leaned forward to peer at his serving so that your boobs were pressed to the forearm he held the bowl with. Akaashi’s breath hitched. After sharing way more than you could eat, you leaned in close to his ear and whispered

“When.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes flickered down to your boobs before he adjusted himself to relieve the tightening in his pants.

“So, how is your injury, babe?” You ask sweetly, taking a bite of the salad and smiling at him.

“It’s fine. As long as I get to play again it’s manageable, but I believe—“

“Crap.” You pretended to be just as uncomfortable as your boyfriend sitting with a boner as you clutched the bottom of your boobs. You pressed them upward, re-situating them with purpose. Akaashi stared at your breasts openly as he took a shaky deep breath.

“What’s the matter?” He asked hungrily, calling back his composure.

“Oh, my bra wire is just bugging me. Boys wouldn’t understand......” You fixed them some more.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N.” Akaashi licked his lips and watched you basically fondle your soft breasts in front of him. It made his mouth water, but he tried not to show it.

“Hm. You’re the smartest person I know, so I reckon you do know what I’m doing....” You quirked an eyebrow as you removed your hands from your girls and took a gentle sip of your water.

“—Is it working?” You winked at him like a trained seductress-assassinator in a major motion picture.

Akaashi leaned back in his seat, he undressed you with his eyes; also like a trained seductress-assasinator in a major motion picture.

You shivered under the insanely beautiful man’s intensive gaze, closing your thighs to relieve the tension you suddenly felt in your private area since he made you beyond horny with that look.

“It’s working. Yes.” The side of Keiji’s lip quirked up in a half grin. “But I’m fairly certain you don’t know that the doctor called 3 days ago and told me that I am recovering exceptionally fast. He gave me the green light for physical activity again. Sexual: physical activity. I double checked.”

The blood drained from your face as you felt a wave of upcoming pleasure wash through you. You had been waiting 23 days without sex and in a flash you regrettably remembered just how much of your teasing over that period your gorgeous boyfriend had to endure. How much he had to pay you back for.

Akaashi smirked ever so sexily at your shocked reaction. Good, he thought to himself. So you knew what was in store for you tonight.

You stared at him like 👁👄👁

“Waiter.” Your hubby called over your head in his attractive voice with an elegant lift of his glass. He dropped his eyes to look back at you with a panty-dropping stare. As you shivered again, Akaashi proclaimed the weighted words that would inaugurate a long night of screams, kisses, and earth shattering orgasms:

“Cheque please.”

#haikyuu boys #tadashi yamaguchi #hinata shoyo #aran ojiro #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyu headcannons #akaashi keiji #hinata x reader #ushiwaka x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcannons #hq headcanons #hq sexy stories #hq sexy reader

[deadlymodern]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟖 ///

My darling Beth,

Here is another letter that will never be sent.

I have been allowed to spend my weekend with Mama. I slept over in her hotel room tonight and it was wonderful - I felt like a girl again, careless and loved. 

I thought of sending you a letter from the hotel. Mrs. Wagner and the staff would not be able to intervene. Yet, Mama would ask me why I wasn't able to send it from the school… She would wonder why father has forbidden me to write… I don’t want to upset her just as much as I don’t want to risk your and your family’s reputation with an attempt to reach out. 

Do you know what the worst part is? I’m not particularly worried that she finds out about me. Or us, even. I’m certain I’ll always have a place in her heart. I mostly don’t want her to know what father is doing to me. She is so excited, Beth, you should see it. I haven’t seen her thrilled about anything as much as she is with this wedding… 

Perhaps she has faith that my marriage will be wholesome and loving, unlike hers. At this point, I just want to make her happy. And I wish - with all my heart and soul - that one day she truly is. 

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩 | 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

MARY: I missed this.

RACHEL: Missed what?

MARY: This! Just having quality time together, not talking about weddings and such.

RACHEL: Oh, my darling, so did I. Your absence at home never goes unnoticed…

RACHEL: I especially miss the afternoons where we would go on walks. Just you, Josie and I.

MARY: Not father?

RACHEL: Oh, y-yes, him too of course. But, well... He is often quarrelsome, is he not...? It's harmonious when the three of us are alone, even when you and Josie pester each other. <chuckles>

MARY:  I agree and I prefer it that way, anyways. I wouldn’t mind it if it were only the three of us until the end of my days.

RACHEL: Don't be hateful, love… Perhaps one day the two of you will get along…  You only bicker because you are equally hot headed.

MARY: Do not compare us! I won't bear it, I would rather perish!

RACHEL: <gasps> Must you be needlessly melodramatic?!

MARY: I must and I will. And you must love me regardless.

RACHEL: Oh! Golly, I almost forgot! Have I mentioned that the invitations are all sent? 

MARY: Mama, I just mentioned I enjoyed not talking about weddings and what not...

RACHEL: I know... But this is the extra invitation you asked for. I'll leave it on the table, so remember to take it with you tomorrow, yes?

MARY: Alright, I will... 

RACHEL: Are you certain that you will only invite one of the girls? That's quite impolite...

MARY: Odette is the only one out of those insufferable women that I'd wish to see there. Besides... It will be a small ceremony, won’t it? You said so yourself. 

RACHEL: Oh my word, so be it… Just one more thing. About a month ago, I sent your father a draft of the engagement announcement. Now, this arrived today. It is how it will be published… Would you like to see it? 

MARY: <sighs> Yes, I suppose....

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MARY: <squeals> Mama, why did you choose this portrait?! It's from centuries ago, I look like an ill squirrel!

RACHEL: Goodness, don't be beastly!

MARY: But it's the truth! And this dress is completely outdated now! How could you do this to me?!

RACHEL: Stop this nonsense at once! Your vanity is abysmal sometimes, Mary, really....

MARY: Ugh, I just… 

RACHEL: I’m sorry that you dislike it… If I had had more time to plan, I would have made it to your taste but... Oh... I had to write to your father telling him where to find the photograph at home.  This was the only one that I remembered exactly where it was… And your father kept rushing me. There were telegrams often... You know how he gets. I didn’t know he would be so insistent and overbearing with these preparations and--

MARY: Oh, mama, it's quite alright... Forgive me. You did do a fine job, really! I'm... Very happy. Thank you. 

#gen1 #norman legacy #mary mcneill #rachel mcneill #1890s #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #simblr

[honney-boy]

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 John B Routledge x Reader

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Warnings: injuries, fluff, bad surfing terminology, a huge amount of cuteness and fluff toward the ending, bugs bunny reference, a good ole smooch from the reader, grammer mistakes

Request: yes

could I req some john b fluff? Maybe him taking care of a hurt reader?

A/N: Sorry it took my forever to get this out. This request has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally found the inspiration to finish it up. Double warning, I know nothing about surfing so I kind of did my research. So don’t attack me if I get the description wrong for surfing. Also, sorry if this seems rushed toward the ending, I didn't want to drag it out too long. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

For: Anon From:@honney-boy​

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You knew from the moment you were swimming out, the further you got, the closer the wave got. It was a big one, and you like that–the bigger the tide, the better the surf. It was something you and the others said all the time. The others, you almost forgot about them. You had been too focused on catching a good wave to notice that they began to leave—all but John B.

As the wave got closer, you had this feeling in your stomach. Uncertainty? Fear? Whatever it was, it was bothering you, but you were going to ignore it because this was the wave, your wave, and you were going to catch it. You swim yourself out some more, the wave racing toward you as you catch sight, but you still have a reasonable distance between you and it. Turning your longboard around, you push yourself on, laying on your stomach, and then paddling. You gave a few nice and easy paddles before picking up speed. When the wave got to your tail, you kicked it up even more and gave your last strokes all you had. Shooting one last glance over your shoulder to gauge at the wave, you were in a perfect position. When you feel the burst of momentum and speed, you swiftly pop up, placing your feet where they need to be, bending your knee while holding your arms out for balance, and riding the wave.

Your eyes squinted as the wind blew in your face, and the loud sound of the water in your ear was all worth it. No matter how many times you surfed, whether it be on a good weather day or bad, you loved it a lot. A smile graces your face. Whatever it was you were feeling earlier was long gone; happiness and adrenaline filled every inch of your body.

On the shore, you could see John B standing there, arms crossed as he watched you. You couldn't see the emotion on his face, but you knew there was a smile. He gave you a thumbs up, and then you noticed that he was the only one left on the shore, which didn't surprise you. When you and the pogues go surfing, the last two are usually you and John B. Occasionally, JJ would stay, and John B would end up dropping him at his house or the Chateau before taking you home. Kie usually took Pope home since he was more than willing to leave early, but you would live with the water if you could. Even without your friends, you'd come to catch waves by yourself or swim around, that's how much you loved the ocean. It was your happy place.

You lose your footing, but blow it off because you could fix it, and you had your board leash around your ankle if need be. Your back left–right foot and the same as before–slips again, and you make the mistake of looking back at the wave. One of the top five rules to surfing: keep your focus forward, never look over your shoulder or back at the tidal.

Your board flipped with you riding, causing you to fall in the water. You tried your best to swim to the surface, but with the wave and its currents, it dragged you and your board with it while keeping you down. You couldn't grab hold of your board, and the longer it wasn't in your grasp, the worse it would be for you—an eight footboard attached to the ankle by a leash against a 5 foot something girl. The odds were not in your favor. Your board jerked you around, pulling hard at your feet, causing your pain. The wave still had a lot of momentum, but you kept trying with all your strength to push past gravity to the top.

A loud gasp broke through as you crashed through the surface, and your hand reached out to grasp anything. You were up long enough to hear the shout of your name before the current dragged you back down under the surface. This time when you were under, you had the common sense to maneuver your leash off your ankle. Your legs burned from the constant kicking, but this wasn't your first time fighting a wave, and it wasn't your last–this wave wasn't going to win. Pushing your legs harder, you keep kicking, moving your body back to the surface and ignoring every pain, ache, and warning your body is giving you to stop. This time when you burst through, the wave was gone–well, not totally gone, just smaller in size and closer to shore. 

Shore was further away than the last time you looked at it; the water must have pushed you further out. Before you began to try and swim the distance to shore, you took a moment to breathe and calm your racing heart. But something tugs at you, and your mind goes into sheer panic, thinking you were going to get pulled under again. You began kicking away to go to shore again, but a pair of what felt like hands held a tight grip on your waist.

"Hey, hey, y/n," you recognize that voice. The hands pull you toward the person in the water with you. "You okay?" you turn around, and John B's face comes to view. His brown eyes scan your face and then lock back onto y/e/c ones. His hair was wet, making his usually golden brown locks dark against his tan skin. Concern filled his eyes, and the grip he had on you was one you could tell that he wasn't going to dare to let go.

Nodding your head and taking a deep breath, you reassure him to cease his worries. "Yeah, yup–I'm fine. I just lost my balance." You take your hands and place them on his wrist to push his own hands away from your waist. Reluctantly at first, he does let go but stays close.

"That looked pretty rough,"

"I thought it looked bangin to me," you say, trying to hide your previous mild freak out with wit and humor. John B's face got serious for a moment, which made you shrink back and cringe, knowing he didn't find humor in what just happened. 

"Well, you're opinion on what looked like what happened is a bit bent since you didn't see it from a different point of view."

"And yours is prejudiced. You weren't out here, so it looks like we're in the same boat, hm?" You retorted; John B shook his head. 

"Whatever; let's head back. I have to swing by the Chateau first before I take you home," he tilts his head, gesturing to the beach. "I'll grab your longboard." Getting out of logging that big thing back to the beach was an offer you weren't going to let by. Your legs ache–swimming against the water wasn't helping with that–and you weren't sure if it was just from kicking extra hard, but it felt like a sharp pain kept shooting up your leg every few minutes.

"Alright, I won't pass on that offer." You say, and the two of you swim back. You were expecting the touch of sand to stab against your feet once you were able to touch the ground. Even the little fish swimming around your feet; what you weren't expecting was the sudden intense pain from your right ankle when you put all your weight on it. You would have fallen if it weren't for John B there to catch you. Oh, how you are so grateful for him to be around all the time. He's truly the sweetest.

"Woah, woah, what's going on?" he quickly asked; you hold on to one of his arms and squeeze your eyes shut. Ow, ow, ow, ow. It went through your mind a thousand times before you took a deep breath and opened your eyes again. "Y/n," the boy said once more with a different tone, more pressing.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, Routledge. I just stepped on a tough and sharp shell. You know the ones that feel like the legos that Gabe plays with." He knew what you were talking about. Your kid brother loved playing with legos. He gets a new set about every other week and builds it. You adore his little hobby, but he leaves pieces everywhere. And your misfortunate enough to step on them every day. 

John B seemed convinced enough, so you guys keep walking, but the pain is excruciating that you want to rip your foot and ankle off. About halfway to his van–limping the entire way–you think you're still in the clear until your knees buck and a hand grabs your arm to steady you. Your eyes meet his stern look. Rolling your eyes, you turn away.

"Routledge, I'm fine–quit your fuss."

"You've almost fallen twice. I don't think you're okay," he says, then wraps an arm around your waist. "I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I didn't worry about you."

"It's fine–" you go to walk away, but his arm around you pulls you back.

"You just tried, and you nearly fell, don't try it again." You go to object, but he slips an arm underneath your leg and fixes the other to go on your back before lifting you effortlessly. You don't know when he dropped your board, but soon you were up higher in the arms of your beautiful boyfriend. "Don't tell me you're okay. You're clearly not. But I've got you.", you have your arms wrapped around his neck, sighing you give up the fight you were about to put up and let him carry you to his van. "I'm going to put you down for a sec." He said once you got to the van. You nodded your head and prepared yourself; he dropped your legs, arm still around your waist, you balanced yourself on your uninjured foot. John B. opened the passenger door and helped you get in.

"Don't forget my board you dropped; I'll be having you pay for another if you leave without it." John B couldn't help but let the laugh that bubbled up in his chest out as you pointed to him. He knew you were serious, but you were too darn cute when serious.

"I wasn't, I wasn't. Hold back your sass before it attacks me." 

"Oh, it can attack you whenever it pleases," with a matter-of-fact tone, the sass he was talking about from you sass seeped through, which caused another laugh to escape him. 

He shook his head and began to walk away. "See, there it is." You roll your eyes, tearing them away to look out at the ocean and the orange and yellow sky from the sunset. It never failed to amaze you with so much beauty the Outer Banks carried. The town sure did have shitty people–like every other town–but the town still had so much that overlooked that, and it's beauty was one.

Your boyfriend made it back to the van and drove you both to the Chateau like he said he would. You watched him get out but figured he would just run in and back out quickly, so you pulled your phone out of your bag at your feet. You start to scroll through tweets on Twitter–thank goodness the island’s power and the internet was still on after the storm last week–but it was cut short with the creek of the passenger door opening. 

"Alright, come on you're coming too," John B says as you look at him. Your face scrunched with confusion and noticing that, he further elaborates. "It was going to be a quick stop until you hurt your foot. It still is, but I get to play your nurse, now come on," he holds his hand out, and you take it whether you want this help or not. John B helped you out of the van and into the comfort of his home; you sit down on the couch in the living room while he disappears in the back. You're tempted to make yourself extra comfortable - the Chateau is like your second home - but this is a quick stop. And your ankle is killing you, so you adjusted the way you sat, sitting against the arm of the couch and laying your leg across the cushions.

When John B does walk back into the room, he is already speaking to you, but John B focused his attention on the things he had in his hand. You see an unopened package with the bandage he would wrap around your ankle and a bag.

“So I did find the bandage I was talking about; I’m surprised it hasn’t been opened considering the number of times someone gets hurt between JJ and I.”

“Is that a bag - a bag of frozen peas?” You ask, interrupting him, not trying to be rude, but the bag you know he grabbed from the freezer in his hand messed with your mind. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes averting from his hands to you on the couch, different from when he left you. He stared at you with lips parted and his brows pinched together to top off his confused expression. You continued, not letting him have the chance to answer yet. “You know, as my nurse, I expected you to have an ice pack at least,” you gestured to the bag of peas as his expression wavered with a shake of his head.

"Hey, I had a bandage wrap in the cabinet and pain killers. A bag of frozen peas won't kill you; they're the best home remedy actually." he pointed and continued to make his way over to you, making the coffee table his seat, then gesturing his hands, wanting you to turn toward him.

“Who told you that?” you ask him, turning and making sure you avoid bumping your foot against anything. You managed just that, even guiding your foot toward his lap in a slow movement, but it was when he reached to help you that your success turned into failure. A sharp intake of breath came from your lips as pain struck your bad foot and then left your ankle and the lower part of your foot in throbbing pain.

"Are you okay?" your sweet and sometimes clueless boyfriend asked, concern dripping into his words, matching with his worried look. You nodded your head, but your eyes shut tight as you waited for the pain to subside. "I'm sorry you're in pain Bugs," his gaze scanned your face, and you knew he was without having to look at him; a ghost of a smile graced your face at the nickname.

“I know, Doc; it’s not your fault. I’m the one who didn’t swim back when I needed to.”

“You were just you...stubborn and daring,” one of your eyes snapped open, catching the smirk he had on his lips and the glint in his eyes. You didn’t have that long of a glimpse to figure out what that glint was, but you had a feeling you knew what it was. You muttered ‘whatever,’ making him chuckle as he set up his hands to hover over the spots on your foot he was going to touch first. “Alright, I’m going to turn your foot a little and move it to wrap the bandage around it.” You nodded your head, shifting your body and preparing for the pain you know you were about to feel. “Oh! I almost forgot. I found something else that could help the next person that gets hurt. I have my old hard cast from when I broke my arm if you or someone else ever needed it.”

“Ew, John B, that’s disgusting, you’re a horrible at-home nurse - no proper equipment and made up home remedies,” you shook your head, both of your eyes opened now, but your head tilted back against the back of the couch. 

“Hey, I never said I was an at-home nurse, just your nurse temporarily,” he reminded you. He opened the package that contained the bandage, eyes switching between what he was doing and your figure.

“Well, I expected my nurse to at least have something a little more than an OLD - “ you pause yourself as the most pain you felt so far since hurting your foot traveled from your ankle, through your foot, and up a bit in your calf. You tried to pull your foot away, but John B was already ahead of you with his hand on the back of your calf prepared to keep your leg still. “ - dirt cast and peas.” you exhale the rest of your sentence out quickly so you could hold back the screams in your throat. Your hands clawed at the couch cushions for some leverage as your teeth pinched tightly at your bottom lip. John B whispered a bunch of sorries to you as he tried his best not to mess up the beginning of wrapping your foot again.

"You have far too much faith in me," he muttered, way too focused on the job at hand. You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth multiple times. Your fingers twitch, ready to grab onto the nearest thing with a death grip if need be.

With a shaky breath, you manage to get out a few words as he begins to finish up, "And you have far little." A soft huff came from him, followed by a short hum - you knew he agreed with you, but it cracked your heart knowing that he hardly had faith in himself, but he had so much faith in other people. Once he did finish up, he rubbed his hand up and down your calf gently. The gesture made your eyes flutter open and slowly tilt your head back down to look at the boy of your dreams. He was already looking at you with a soft look, making your heart swoon and the pain go away. You reached out to him with a pouty face, and he automatically knew what you wanted. So he slowly and nicely helped you move your leg to lay across the couch before he stood up to join you. You lift your leg and sit it against his lap, the both of your getting comfortable. "Wanna know something?"

"I'm not going to like what you're about to tell me...am I?" With one hand caressing your thigh, the other sat on your calf, rubbing small circles against it. You shrug your shoulders, give him a grin.

“You might like what I have to say,” you say to him; with a lifted brow, he gives you a look to continue just as his lips also tug into a smile but a small one. You don’t say what you have to say right away. You take the next few moments to look at him. The sandy, golden brown locks that were in his face get pulled back as you take a hand and run your fingers through it gently. This causes his eyes to flutter shut; when you repeat the motion with your fingers, he pushes his head into your hand more and lets out a hum. Your eyes dance across his face, admiring his features such as the freckles scattered across his face, the few scars he earned from being the wild personality he is, and those soft kissable lips of his. They were probably a bit chapped since you didn’t bring your chapstick with you today. He usually stole it because he always lost his own. You didn’t mind it, though, “I love you,” it almost comes out as a whisper, but it came out loud enough to be considered something more than a whisper, but it was quiet. He heard you, and you knew he did as his eyes opened and those hazel orbs gazed right into y/e/c ones.

The smile on his lips grew wider; all the adoration he had for you and possibly more echoed through his eyes, and just looking into them made you feel so loved and wanted; you blushed a couple of seconds later at how intense his stare became. “I know,” he said not too long after, and you pout at his words, already knowing he was teasing you. To top it all off, he chuckles, and you avert your gaze away from him, but his hand grasps your cheek. Thumb rubbing the soft skin as he tilts your face up a bit so you can look at him. When you did, that big grin was still present. “I love you too, bugs,” and you knew he meant it. His hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer until your soft lips grazed his. Your eyes flutter shut, and then take a kiss from him, a deep, slow, and passionate one. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his, not opening your eyes just yet because you wanted to cherish the moment you had.

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