#my parents keep bugging me to come with them to see the new house next week and ive told them no less than 5 times

[itsmebytch001]

How about a yandere Morales family x reader who is friends with miles because they used ti go to school together that is very clearly neglected. Sometimes sleeping on the streets, never home, always eats a lot at their house yet still remains relatively malnourished and Jeffe finally decides after seeing some bruises on the reader to take matters into his own hands and use his position as police captain to “foster”(kidnap) the reader who is very not onboard.

Or if ur not comfortable with that then they genuinely start fostering the reader and they are not having a good time adjusting to present parents that make them eat 3 meals and be home at 9 stuff like that

You and Miles met at around 9 when your family moved to Brooklyn, he got on with you and once he started bringing you home it was instantly obvious to both Rio and Jeff that something was wrong, you were always messy and disheveled, wearing unwashed torn clothing with shoes with the soles beginning to come off You were 9 but could pass for 7 and barley knew how to use cutlery, and once they eventually met your Mom and Dad it became apparent that though they were not malicious of outwardly abusive, they were massively neglectful.

It became routine that you would come over every Friday, shower, and eat dinner, and take food home with you, Rio would hand you 3 tubber wear boxes full of all sorts of her cooking, and sometimes they would even give Miles old clothes. Jeff would always drive you back home since no 9 year old can be expected to trek it form one brough to another, and once he pulled up outside your building he would escort you back to your front door, and with the few gimpses he saw of your home, bugs crawling, a water collapsed ceiling tile, the brow carpet, not brown because it was brown, but the collected filth he knew that this place, and these people were not fit for a child to be raised.

Jeff entered his home, Miles had been put to sleep while Rio sat on the couch with a glass of wine.

Rio: "So how was it?"

Jeff sat down in a huff next to his wife.

Jeff: "That place looks like a trap house Rio, it had black mold" he rubbed his hands over his face.

Rio: "Is it possible you could just...take her?"

Jeff: "No, not yet not with out probable cause"

Rio: "Is a house with black mold and uncaring parents not enough?!"

Jeff: "No, not for awhile"

Rio: "Dios mío, well...the least we can do is keep her clean and fed huh?"

Jeff: "I guess"

Rio: "What about social services?"

Jeff: "That'll just mean to lose her to the system, we won't be able to keep an eye on her"

Rio: "Oh...I'll give Miles some extra lunches to pass on to her come Monday" She said gulping down a swig of red.

Jeff: "Good idea"

And it was because of their efforts to keep you fed that you finally grew, now you actually looked your age, and needless to say The Morales had brought you into their family not as a guest, but as a member. And for your 11th birthday since by this point you had turned up to school with solles shoes Rio brought you new trainers, while Jeff brought you a selection of new tops.

Of course you being uncustomed to such kindness you responded oddly.

Rio: "Happy birthday baby" She handed you a box, and once you opened it it revealed new shoes!

Y/n: "...are these for me?"

Jeff: "Of course there for you Y/n, it's your birthday!"

Y/n: "I'm not sure if I should take these, I'm very grateful I'm just not sure what my Mom will say"

Rio: "What do you mean?"

Of course you parents had noticed you putting on weight, coming home in new clothing and initally they were grateful to Rio and Jeff for helping out, but it felt more and more like they were taking you away, or like they were trying to replace them.

Miles had also reported you coming to school less at less by the time you were 12, your attendance got so out of hand that eventually Jeff came to do a house visit, he knocked on the door, Your Mom came to the door.

Jeff: "Hey Diana, uh I'm here to do a wellness check on your Y/n"

Diana: "Oh, Jefferson sure, I guess"

Jeff: "Can I come in?"

Diana: "Sure" And so your Mom escorted Jeff back to through your home, when you finally saw the extent of the condtions you were living in, and it was terrible. Opening the door to your room Jeff could see your mattress was on the floor with no sheet, all your clothing lived in pile since there was no wardrobe and you sat on the floor drawing in just a massive t shirt.

Diana: "See, she's well isn't she?" She sassed at him, all Jeff wanted in this moment was to snatch you up take you home and get you cleaned, and in some clothing that actually fit so you didn't look like just a head floating in fabric, but of course being a police capiatin made that legally impossible.

Y/n: "Oh, Hey Mr Morales"

Jeff: "Hey Y/n"

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Jeff: "just a wellness check"

Diana: "Your well aren't you Y/n?" She's not asking you, she's telling you.

Y/n: "...Yeah I'm fine"

Diana: "We good officer?"

To be honest, if he were social services he could take you but he simply did not have the authority, Jeff was hushed back into the hallway by Diana.

Jeff: "Diana, Y/n's been out of school for 2 weeks now, why hasn't she been in school?"

Diana: "She's been sick"

Jeff: "Well she looks fine"

Diana: "Then why are you here doing a wellness check?"

Jeff: "Ugh, Diana, If Y/n dosen't turn up to another day of school, I'll get CPS you under stand?"

Diana: "are you threating me?"

Jeff: "No, I'm doing my job" he said waving you goodbye as he exited the house.

Jeff and Rio sat with their son at the dinner table, Rio and Jeff had been cracking a plan to file for emergency custody of you for awhile now, but since you aren't blood they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also thought it would be good as ask Miles what he thought about the idea of taking you in full time.

Rio: "hijo, what would you think about Y/n moving in with us?"

Jeff:" Full time"

Miles: "Like, forever?"

Jeff: "Yeah..."

Miles: "Is that possible?"

Rio: "It might be"

Miles: "I'd like that"

And so with Miles on board Rio and Jeff started the paper work process to file for emergency custody, and with the helps of CPS they finally had a case, but it wasn't enough, they needed proof of abuse not just neglect, and so they waited, 2 whole years for such proof to emerge.

You had come over on anther Friday for dinner as you often did and had been doing for the past 5 years now, but something was deeply off, you were quite, timid and apprehensive to speak, but the thing that really worried Rio was all the concealer you were wearing on your left eye, honestly it was strange that Jeff didn't notice since the makeup wasn't yours, it was yours Mom's the shade wasn't quite right and drew more attention to your eye, and what was underneath it.

She didn't want to adress it in front of everyone so she waited until later in the evening to confront you about it, while you wear in the bathroom, getting ready for your shower she knocked on the door, before you took off anything of course.

Rio: "Y/n...Can we talk for a sec?"

Y/n: "Uhh yeah I guess" You opened the door to her as she closed the door behind her.

Rio: "Baby, I can see your wearing a lot of makeup, especially round your eye, and I just wanted to check if everything was okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah...I was just trying to do come conclear"

Rio: "Uh huh...well, could you take it off for me please?"

Y/n: "...no"

Rio: "And why not"

Y/n: "I...I just want to shower Mrs Morales"

Rio: "Y/n we've been over this, You call me Tita, and really why won't you take off all that makeup?"

Y/n: "Tita...please I don't want to talk about it"

Rio:" So something is wrong, huh?"

Y/n: "...I don't want to talk about it"

Rio: "I don't care, your staying at my home I want to see whatever your hiding" she said sternly, handing you a makeup wipe.

And so you compiled begging to rub off all the makeup you had spent about half a hour applying, despite anticipating what she would see it still hurt her to see you with a black eye.

Rio: "Oh...Oh Y/n My poor baby"

Y/n: "Can...Can you please not tell Jeff"

Rio understood why, but this was the proof of abuse they needed.

Rio: "Was it your Mom?"

Y/n: "Yeah...but please don't tell Jeff"

Rio: "This is an assault, you need to tell Jeff he can help you"

Y/n: "I really don't want her arrested"

Rio: "I know... but if she's hitting you it's clearly worse than we thought"

Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant experiecne having to show your bruised face to Jefferson and Miles, though he obivoulsy wasn't happy that you were attacked but this was the proof they needed to push for custody, now all they needed was to report it and make a record of the incident, but it was so obvious you were tired and due to the circumstances, Jeff firmly belived the courts wouldn't to too upest if they kept you just one night.

Jeff: "Y/n...We think its best if you stay with us for awhile"

Y/n: "Like...this weekend?"

Jeff: "Well, maybe a little while longer"

Y/n: "But my Mo-"

Jeff: "If your Mom is hitting, I can't just let you go back"

Y/n: "But what about my stuff?"

Jeff: "I can drive over tmorrow and pick you up whatever you need"

Y/n: "I can't...I can't just leave what if she-"

Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Y/n, we will take care of it, you understand?"

Y/n: "...okay"

Rio: "I'll pull out the couch for you M'kay? I'll lend you a pair of my PJ's"

Y/n: "Okay, yeah please""

It was all so fast, you didn't realise in agreeing to stay the weekend in their minds you were agreeing to being their daughter...

To be continued...

Feel Free to give me Dad! Aaron or Morales Family suggestions!

#yandere spiderverse #yandere morales family #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #yandere miles morales #aaron davis #yandere jeff morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #yandere rio morales #rio morales #rio morales x reader

[bianotbia]

— 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧]

This IS completely ooc and probably isn't canon at all, I'm just sad I can't play the game. I admit this could've been better but I did my best cause he's pretty and the lore is amazing <3 I hope astarion fans are kind to me :')

⤷ resume : you made a promise to find a way of curing astarion's vampirism and you'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it [wc: 4.5k]

⤷ contains : gn! archfey warlock! reader x astarion, angst, suggestive, a bit of fluff, mentions of blood, bruises and scars, psychological abuse and trauma

⤷ taglist : @lemondrop-symphony / @i-literally-cant-with-this

⤷ now playing A whole new world by Zayn & Zhavia Ward

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did

You last let your heart decide?

I can still hear the deafening silence of that fading morning, the sight of the corpses of my parents and brother laying so peacefully on their beds after succumbing to an ancient curse would haunt me forever. First came silence within cold halls and muted walls that listened but never replied, then came the voices and mutterings that made company to this lost soul that believed would never be happy again. As months went by, hunger grew along with the despair of meeting the same end as my family, cloaked by the shadows of an alley I longingly gazed at a fruits stand a few meters away “Why don’t you take one, child?” a voice echoed in my head “They come from the forest, from my long lost home, I can assure you they are property of no man” I look down at my wrists and the fresh red marks that still adorn them from my last theft. “Don’t worry child, leave it to me” I felt magic coursing through my veins and surrounding my body the air around me became hazy as I stumbled ahead, frightened eyes meeting the merchant’s ones who only looked away as if I was never really there. With a feast worthy of any king I indulged in fruits and breads brought to me by the wonders of magic “I see you enjoy your well deserved meal” it wasn’t a whisper anymore that talked to me “You're a smart child, I believe you already know I’m not coming from your inner self” I didn’t reply it, I never do, living in a half elvian and half human house provided me with knowledge of ancient beings and higher forces that are never meant to be fully trusted. “I’ve been observing you for a while and I might say we can be a great pair. What do you say about making a deal?” I shivered slightly and remembered the dim days that haunted me and the darker ones that laid ahead “Your unquestioning loyalty for anything you want…power, knowledge, protection…and even company”. The lively sounds of the streets seemed to die out and memories of that deafening silence flooded back “...Deal” a low chuckle echoed inside “Wonderful, I hope I can count on your loyalty from now on my dear child” unfortunately my stomach still rumbles and fear still desolates my soul “I always keep my promises”. Ancient fey runes burned across my tender flesh and just like that my broken soul pledged allegiance to something I so desperately wanted to rely on. I prayed for the gods to get back what I’d lost and they took everything I had left.

I can open your eyes

Take you wonder by wonder

Over, sideways and under

On a magic carpet ride

Among bugs and weird shadows, the party returned to the secluded camp after another tiring quest, blood dripping in the dirty ground as we all stumbled to safety “Look I really like you guys and all but honestly I prefered when I worked alone y’know, quiet as a shadow and not with a damn loud wizard, a githyanki and a flamboyant vampire” Lae’zel huffed and gripped my shoulder menacingly “I'll let it slide this time, sweety pie” with nervous laughter I lifted my arms in playful surrender “Alright, alright! It’s just a joke!”. Finally settled, we all arranged our spots and started healing the daily wounds and planning what would be our next step on this mission. The smell of food could already be felt through the camp, after getting myself clean and all patched up I look over to a certain vampire struggling to stitch a tiny cut on his forehead, “Need a hand there” he sighed and handed me a bottle of healing solution “A complete disaster it would be if I ever ended up with a scar on my face. How could I ever live knowing there is an horrendous cut on it?” I let out a giggle as I finished the stitches “It's really not that bad don't worry”. The camp grew silent as most of the party members fell into deep slumber “You know you could have asked anyone else to heal this with magic” Astarion shrugged and scoffed “Don’t really trust Gale and his big hands or Shadowheart with her suspicious stares” I hummed and gazed at the clear night sky “Did you really mean it when you said you prefer working alone as you used to?” the cicadas sang between the bushes and filled the sudden silence “Not really actually, I like your company” his amused laugh warmed my heart “Mine or these inconvenient companions” a smile grew on my lips “I'm really happy I met all of you. I just want to end this nightmare and go back to normal” the vampire scoffed “I don't think normal is suitable to describe our early lives…especially mine” I laid my head on his shoulder “Sometimes I forget you're a vampire” at least he doesn't fidget anymore when I come closer “Well I can't have this luxury” for a moment I recall hidden memories of a forgotten past “...What if I promised to find a way to heal your vampirism” he let out a tired sight “I would say you finally turned out insane” his crimson eyes might appear distant yet there's still hope calling from beyond this mask “I will make sure you have a happy ending Astarion, just like you deserve” he rises from where we were sitting “Well be my guest, let's see if you can keep your word child” a shiver went down my spine as I saw him drifting into the shadows “I always keep my promises”.

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us "no"

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

Later that night, when our emotions dampened and tiredness got the best of us, everybody laid soundly on their mats, unfortunately there have been years already that I didn't go a single night without a bad dream or rather without an encounter with my patron. The whimsical scenario before me looked familiar, a lake of dark waters found ominously in the middle of a forest cloaked by the night, resembling a clear mirror reflecting the starry sky above. As always I'm standing in its middle, somewhere where I can't clearly see the borders or anything beyond. The water hits my waist while my bare chest remains exposed and vulnerable out of it, unlike he that stands before me, vines covering most of his naked body, his greenish skin scintillating under the crescent moon and antlers imposingly reaching for the sky – Oberon, the king of forests and father of all faeries – extended his clawed hand towards me. “Tell me child what afflicts your soul tonight, you seem more restless than usual” I slowly walked towards him “I need your help. I need to help him” he made a disapproving expression “Who? The vampire? Not my favorite creatures” “Please, I promised him I would at least try to search for a cure” Oberon clicked his tongue yet his gaze changed “You know that's not how things work child, vampirism is a curse for life…however I believe there's something you could try, but only if you are willing to give up a part of your own self for it” I looked defiantly at him “I did it once I believe I can do it again” his dark grin grew even larger “Oh a child in love, can anything be more sweet than that. Fair enough, the Crossed Fates is a simple ritual for lovers who are willing to change their own fates with the one of their other half” his words started to sink in and until realization hit, he hummed “However be aware that you need to be sure he’s truly in love with you or else who knows what might happen” his mocking expression didn't calm my uneasy heart, Oberon traced his fingers over my cheek and chuckled “I know very well what's the look of someone in love, it isn't about you I'm worried about…” my stomach twisted with his words “I made him a promise and I always keep my word” “Oh I'm sure about that” after vanishing in thin air I blink a few times and look around but he’s no longer there, the sky above was now starless adorned solely by a full blood moon, I looked down at my hands and saw them stained with a crimson thick liquid just like the one that now surrounded me while I got pulled back into unconsciousness, a lonesome scream ripping through my throat gets lost into the night.

A whole new world

A dazzling place I never knew

But when I'm way up here

It's crystal clear

That now I'm in a whole new world with you

Day after day we fought our enemies and got a little bit closer to our destiny yet the promise I did echoed louder each time I thought about Astarion. After days of adventures in hostile land we left the wilderness and finally arrived at the city of Baldur's Gate, a place I once called home, whose dirty streets brough memories of darker memories still imprinted on the corners of my stained mind. Before we continued our mission we decided to split up and recharge, for the worst is yet to come, everyone went on to do what they desired but not Astarion who seemed quite uneasy on this familiar ground “Unsolved business here?” he huffed “Too many to count, but I rather not think about them now” thinking about cheering him up a little bit I proposed “Would you accompany me to some drinks?” a smirk appeared on his handsome face “How can I say no to that” together we stepped into the restless pulse of the city. After a few drinks at the Elfsong Tavern I decided to show him a special place I used as a hideout for many years, through dark alleys and high roofs we finally reached the peak of a church's tower majestically reaching for the heavens above. Near the grandiose bells, was a small dusty chamber, now completely empty if not for a small chest on a dim lit corner, I picked its lock and found inside a forgotten treasure of my earlier years, tons of little relics, silver watches, golden rings, shiny daggers, dazzling through the dirt. Astarion observed the artifacts inside until his gaze landed on a certain necklace, a golden chain adorned with a shimmering emerald “What's this doing here?” I gazed at the jewelry on his hand then at him “I lied to you” the vampire furrowed his brows, his hands clenched around the stone and he took a deep breath “About what dear?” “We've already met before once…here in Baldur’s Gate” his face morphed into one of confusion and shock “We did? How? I think I would have remembered a pretty face like yours” the smile on his face didn't last long “I wasn’t so sure when we met at the beach but I knew you resembled someone. A few years ago I was at a tavern thinking about ways of completing a task for my patron when I saw a pale elf sitting nearby gazing with distant eyes at the dancing bodies” he gulped down “You locked eyes with me and came closer to where I was sitting, something told me you weren’t a normal elf. After whispering something on my ear the only thing I remember is feeling the necklace in my hand”. Astarions breathing seemed uneven and his gaze somewhere far away in time “Later that night I saw you leaving the tavern, you looked back at me a bit hesitant but just turned away” the quietness above the busy streets was comforting and the warm breeze somehow evoked those forgotten days “What a small world we live in, to ever wonder we would meet again in such circumstances'' he sadly smiled. “Would you ever live in Baldur's Gate again Astarion?” I asked “I believe there's far too many memories here which I rather let it rot in oblivion” sitting shoulder to shoulder with him I reached for his hand “I’m no foreign to the feelings you carry, I too know how it is to be lost…just a puppet in someone else's hands. But that doesn't mean you can’t find a new destiny for yourself” he gracefully intertwined our fingers and for once in so long the silence in my mind felt pleasant to my heart.

Unbelievable sights

Indescribable feeling

Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling

Through an endless diamond sky

The sky grew darker and darker, we all decided it was better to meet at the tavern and rent a few rooms for us to rest, at least among cheers and warm candle lights things didn’t feel as bad as they were, for a brief moment we could taste how it is to live a normal life, a life without whispers, dark marks or devil contracts. But he was still there, he still came to me every night, a curse and a blessing I’m fated to live till the end of my days. The cheerful laugher and loud chatting seem so distant until I feel Gale tapping on my shoulder and asking to have a word with me in private, when we found an isolated room he turned to me with a worried expression “Look I’m not gonna beat around the bush, you may not be a wizard or a sorcerer but you have great magic in your hands” I wonder where he’s trying to get and he continued “Honestly in all my years of knowledge I never heard or seen anything on recovering vampirism. So I don’t know what you're thinking about doing or what your patron promised you, it won’t work”. I opened my mouth but no words left “...How did you?” “Astarion seems a little drunk right now and is boasting to everyone how he likes you more than all of us, how you understand and cares for him, and that you promised to cure him” I let out a tired breath “Look everything is under control. I know what I'm doing” the wizard raised his hands in surrender “Alright but you know better than anyone that every magic has a price. Just promise me you won’t hurt yourself?” the whispers got louder in my ears as I motioned to leave “I don’t think I can promise you that…but sure I'll try” I left Gale behind and went to my room, unaware that behind the shadows of the night a certain vampire listened to our conversation.

A whole new world (Don't you dare close your eyes)

A hundred thousand things to see (Hold your breath, it gets better)

I'm like a shooting star

I've come so far

I can't go back to where I used to be

The evening got quieter but the thoughts inside didn’t cease, I prepared a bath hoping to scratch down all of the tiredness that weighed me down and the dirt accumulated within all those days in the wilderness. The voices in the hallways could still be heard yet they seemed far away, the stillness of the water reminded me a bit too much of my nightmares yet it still feels calming enough for a sore soul. The stars danced out of the window in the great sky above, so hypnotizing I didn’t even hear the door unlocking. “Oh what I would give up to share this bath with you darling” the familiar velvety voice pulled me back to reality “Good lord! Don't sneak on me like that” I shot a glare at him as he leaned at the door frame laughing “So…what do you say?” I muttered a consent and looked away as he slowly undressed and got into the tub. Even if we were a lot more intimate than when we started, I still wasn’t used to having someone so close to me “Don’t need to get all shy, little thief. I’m not mad about my stolen necklace” I leaned my head on the edge of the tub “That’s not really what I was thinking now” “Oh really then tell me what do you have in mind” I silenced a gasp took a breath and asked him “What would you like to do when this is all over?” he cocked his brow surprised “Huh not expecting that…well I can see myself in a splendid, enormous and bright mansion far away. Living my days in frivolous delight with someone to make me company” I can't help but let out a giggle “I'll pretend I believe that, so who would be that someone?” “Oh darling don't play oblivious, who else would I share my happy ending other than the one who promised it to me” I could feel his fingers caressing mine under the water “Must be nice living a quiet life…I’ll keep my word Astarion”. The elf had a sad smile on his face as we sat together in silence “Not that I was spying on you but I've heard your talk with Gale, so you did find a solution after all” “I could say so I guess, didn't expect you would tell everyone about it” “I might have gotten a tad excited. But about your conversation with the wizard, it's not something risky, is it?” “Don’t worry about it. I've done many rituals, it will go out fine” he hummed and I gazed at the moonlight again. “Do you love me?” Astarion widened his eyes with the sudden question, his mouth opened but didn't made a sound while I let out a nervous laugh “I’m sorry, I don't know where that came from, you don’t have to answer that… you should have seen your face tho” he anxiously furrowed his brows and averted his gaze “Well…If love means wanting to share your curses and blessings, your nightmares and dreams, the worst and best days of yours life, then perhaps…I do” now it was my turn to go speechless, he comes closer and carefully puts a strand of my hair behind my ear slowly leaning in, our lips barely touching each other like soft feathers of angels finally descending into desire. His hands wandered through my skin as our tongues moved in sync until we pulled apart breathless, he leaned back at the tub and I laid my head on his chest, slender fingers traveled along the runes on my skin while trailing the remaining cracks of a lost soul.

A whole new world

With new horizons to pursue

I'll chase them anywhere

There's time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

The veil of dreams fell as swiftly as a feather across the starless sky, the red moon seemed brighter than ever above the eerie waters that once again surrounded me. A little far ahead stood Oberon, with dark piercing eyes and the condescending smile that never left his lips “The big night is coming, are you ready for it child?” my stomach sank “I-I’m starting to…doubt if I should really do this” he mockingly hummed “Scared of him not loving you enough or perhaps are you finally realizing your dark destiny. Are you willing to go that far for him?” the whispers inside started to grow louder “A broken soul can’t heal another broken soul, one of them is alway bound to break a little more” the air in my lungs seemed to vanish “We still have a contract, you shouldn't get distracted by silly emotions. You know you’ll have to let him go after the ritual, why would he want a reminder of the past he so desperately wants to forget” a knot forms on my throat “Shut up!...please” tears travel down my face “I don’t want to lose him too…you’ll still be here right?” sharp claws traced my jaw and lifted my chin to look at his maddening irises “I won’t ever leave your side darling”. Once again he disapeared in thin air, under the red ominous waters I could feel palms climbing up my legs and gripping my torso, no sound left my mouth as I desperately tried to free myself from that strong grasp pulling me to dark oblivion. My heart felt like it would burst out off my chest, however I start to feel a tight grip on my wrists pinning me down on the bed as I slowly get back to my senses, only to see Astarion’s fangs dangerously nearing my neck, his touch besited when he noticed the scared look in my eyes “Pardon me darling…I believe tonight's occurrences made me a bit too excited” feeling him above me made my heart beat even faster making the grip he holds around my wrists tight but still letting go “You did seemed a bit restless, a nightmare perhaps?” I nodded “Nothing unusual about that…tomorrow at dawn we’ll leave to the forest to do the ritual” his brows raised in surprise but still he quietly assented “then I believe it’s better for me to leave the room, before any other accidents happen and so you can properly rest” he motioned to leave the bed when I reached for his bare torso, sliding my hands around his waist and softly pulling him back having my chest pressed to his back “I think I can handle you like this” feeling his stiff body slowly ease under my touch as we both fell in sweet slumber.

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us "no"

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

The sun rose in a scintillating sky as we woke up at the break of dawn just as the city started its bustle and liveliness, together we made our way towards a secluded forest nearby where Oberon advised us to do the ritual. For a little while we walked in silence until Astarion thought it was too quiet “I would like to know what exactly is going to happen on this ritual, given the fact I’m practically putting my life on your hands here” I thought about it “Fair enough. There isn’t much mystery around it actually, we’ll get inside a lake and make a cut in our palms, after that we face each other with our fingers interlocked, I’ll recite an enchantment and when you least expect goodbye fangs” he seemed to expected something more “Huh quite simple, what about the whole thing of every magic has its price that Gale mentioned, what’s the price?” my throat went dry “Don’t worry I took care of that already”. It was a long way until we finally found the place mentioned, crooked trees and weavering shadows encircling an eerie lake so clear it could almost be considered a mirror, the only thing left now is to wait for the rise of the blood moon. The clock seemed to go backwards until the time finally came, I took Astarion’s hand and led him until the dark waters reached our waists “Are you ready?” I took a dagger out of my pocket “Would you let me have the honor, I might say I’m more experienced with sharp things” he took my hand into his and caressed my palm, before I could even realize the cut was made the warm liquid already dripped into the lake, he took a sharp breath and quickly made the same to his own hand. We positioned ourselves facing each other, raised our palms and intertwined our fingers, the ancient words of the incantation dripped from my tongue as I’ve known it forever until I let out a long breath. “I-I lied…about the price to pay” the grip on my hand tightened “What are you talking about? You seem to lie quite a lot for someone that claims to always keep their word, don’t you?” I looked around noticing a far too familiar shadow hidden behind the trees “Just enough for the right thing to happen. I’m sorry…it’s for your own good” when the final words of the ritual leave my lips the last thing I remember is our hands letting go of each other and our bodies falling into the mysterious water.

A whole new world (Every turn, a surprise)

With new horizons to pursue (Every moment red-letter)

I'll chase them anywhere

There's time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

The natural mirror reflected the downward red moon until a hand broke away from its stillness, Astarion surged from the depths of it gasping for air and coughing up the water in his lungs, as he tried to steady himself in the uneven ground below he finally sees, a bright reflection weavering through the water ondulations looking back at him, as he runs his hands through his own face a loud laugh escapes his mouth and echoes beyond the crooked trees “It worked, it worked! You did it! … darling?” the wide smile in his lips slowly faded out. As he looked around the only movement on the water was the waves around his own movements, back to the dark depths he desperately searched for the one he so much needed, anxious hands reaching for something familiar in this unanny place. After a few moments our fingertips finally meet each other as he quickly pulled my limp body out of the water, dragging it to the shallow part “No no no! What have you done?” brushing off the damped hair out of my face I felt a feverish haze spreading through all over my fles, unconsciously gripping on his shirt and coughing up the water I swallowed, he held me closely into his arms until his hands moved to my back and touched through the damped fabric of my shirt markings that are far too familiar to him, demonic imprints he was more than sure didn’t belong on my skin “Darling…what is this? What did you do?” the fear was clear on his voice as tears falled down my now crimson eyes and got lost in those hollow waters “I kept my promise…it was the only way” his face morphed into one of pain and disbelief finally seeing the fangs he was once used to having “No…No! This isn't fair…you know I hate when you play hero” I gazed at Astarion’s bright green irises and reached a finger to dry the tears that cascaded down his face “I always knew you had such pretty eyes” he rested his forehead on mine and whispered “Having you by my side was already the happiest ending I could ever wish for, my love”.

A whole new world (A whole new world)

That's where we'll be (That's where we'll be)

A thrilling chase (A wondrous place)

For you and me

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 imagine #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate astarion

[thepenultimateword]

Fake Dating Prompts (Heroes and Villains)

Yesterday, I read a lot of glorious fake dating prompts written by @creativepromptsforwriting and it inspired me to make my own fake dating prompt list, but it’s heroes and villains style.

I recently succeeded in taking over the city, but ruling is not going as I planned. The public loves you; can you pretend to date me to soften my image? I promise dating the city’s overlord comes with perks.

I know I’m just a sidekick, and our relationship is strictly professional, but Villain is stalking me, and they’re scared enough of you that maybe if we pretend to date they’ll leave me alone.

My parents hate that I’m a villain, but they’d probably get off my back if they thought I was dating a hero.

I’m a villain, but I told my parents I’m a hero so they won’t worry about me. I went a little overboard and also told them I’m very popular amongst the other heroes. They want me to bring someone to dinner, and you’re the number one hero and their favorite. Could you pretend that we’re dating to impress them?

Hero is my ex, and they won’t stop trying to flirt while we fight. Henchman, could you pretend to be my new significant other so they finally get it through their thick skull that I’m over them?

My friends have been bugging me to get a date for this event, but since I’m 100% dedicated to my hero job, I don’t have a social life, and the only person I ever really see is you.

We’ve temporarily teamed up to stop a greater threat. We’ve gone undercover, and you panicked with our cover story when we were questioned. I guess we’re a couple now.

I’m a villain, and I broke into your house to hide from the heroes, but when they track me down, instead of turning me in, you pretend I’m your spouse.

I’m one of thousands of henchman, and I’ve been lying to everyone that I have a very powerful significant other so I can rise quickly in the ranks. When it’s about to come out that I’ve been lying, you (Supervillain) step in and pretend you’re the significant other I’ve been talking about. I’m not sure why you’re doing this, but currently it’s better than being dead.

I’m a reformed villain with A LOT of enemies. Pretending that my new colleague, Superhero, is my significant other may keep them at bay long enough for me to figure out what to do next.

Sooo, remember when Villain put me in charge of immobilizing you last week, and you were actually too sick to leave your apartment? I may have lied to everyone that the reason you didn’t obliterate me is because you like me. Could we keep it up just for this one henchmen work party? I mean I did make you soup…

I was recently demoted at the agency for false fraternization charges, and I’d really like to stick it to my colleagues by dating a villain “for real”.

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[sonufabitchhhhh]

Metal Family - Dee x Reader :

She Fuckin’ Hates Me

(Part 4 - Final)

Masterlist Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

When Dee returned to his room after speaking with his parents, and ignoring Heavy's questions, he layed on his bed thinking things through.

He was starting to feel guilty that he was putting so much blame on y/n when he didn't know their side of the story. Perhaps he really had offended them?

After taking a nervous breath, he decided to message y/n again, to hopefully clear the air. It occurred to Dee that he was so obsessed with getting positive feedback from them, when he hadn't once complimented their ideas... and he had to admit they were good ideas.

So here he was, typing another message, praying it would get through to them.

Hey y/n, just wanted to let you know, I think your ideas are actually pretty awesome and this project wouldn't be half as good without them. I know I don't say it, but you're smart and you've put so much great work into this project. I just wish I could hear your thoughts on my idea? I would actually appreciate hearing your opinion

Dee hated how vulnerable and mushy it sounded, but knew it was all true, so with a last breath of courage he hit send. After a small pause, he typed another short message, just to seal it up.

And I'm really sorry if I acted like too much of a bitch

Send.

And now Dee waited. Again.

-

Dee woke up bright and early for school the next day. All was fine until he saw his phone. Still no reply! Dee was really pissed now. He'd tried so hard to be sincere, and they weren't even trying to cooperate! As much as Dee wanted to feel angry, he felt dejected more than anything. Which bugged him, because he really shouldn't care this much.

As he left for school, he had a determination to find y/n and ask them why the fuck they've been ignoring him. No more compliments and nice words, they threw that chance away. Now he wanted answers.

When he arrived, he immediately scanned the halls looking for them. Seeing them by their locker, he approached with his prominent-as-ever bitch face.

Y/n jumped when they turned and saw him, startled by seeing him. Dee was just about to start ranting, when y/n beat him to the punch.

"Dee! I've been meaning to talk to you." They started, not seeming annoyed, or ready to laugh at him, so he held his tongue and waited for them to continue. "You haven't by any chance found my phone at your place? I've been searching for it all weekend, and I only thought this morning that I might have left it at yours."

Dee didn't know how to process this new information. He always knew there was a possibility that they just misplaced their phone, but he had been so consumed with thoughts of them rejecting his ideas, he hadn't truly thought of that being the case. He suddenly felt a little self conscious, both at the way he had been acting all weekend, and the message he had sent them.

"Umm, no I haven't seen it, but I haven't exactly been looking for it, so..."

Y/n huffed a little, thinking before asking, "Do you mind if we work on the project at yours today? I could keep an eye out for my phone as well."

Internally, Dee was panicking. Why? He wasn't too sure. There were many reasons, but all he knew was that them coming over today meant finally discussing his idea, and he was nervous to actually hear what they thought after all the suspense. But he didn't have a good excuse, so he said to meet him outside the school like always, at the end of the day.

-

Walking back to his house, his steps in sync with y/n's, he was quiet, and slightly anxious. He had been all day, and he'd tried hard in vain to delete his message. For some absurd reason, he couldn't. Dee was good with technology, so given some time and a clear head, it wouldn't have been a problem. But during school, Dee had neither of these things.

Dee could only hope at this point that y/n doesn't find their phone. How ironic.

When they arrived at Dee's house, he ushered them inside, hoping to avoid seeing his parents. He didn't want them asking questions, considering his conversation with them yesterday. That would be the cherry on top of embarrassment.

"So, any new ideas?" y/n questioned after taking their usual spot on his desk chair.

Dee took a shaky breath readying himself to finally share his idea. "Actually, yeah, I think it's a decent idea, but y'know, it depends what you think.." Dee was babbling, and already feeling embarrassed for how he was acting. But lucky for him, y/n was far away and not even listening.

"Hold that thought!" Y/n got up suddenly, crossed his room and picked up their phone off of one of his shelves. "Aha! I knew it had to be here!" They seemed so triumphant, they didn't notice Dee's rising panic. The message he sent them was still on their phone. And his time was up.

In a last ditch effort, he tried to distract them by speaking again, but they were already going through their notifications.

"Sorry, give me one sec just to check if any of these are important." They mumbled while seeming to discard most of what was on their screen. "Oh! Sorry I haven't been able to reply to you, had no clue you messaged me."

Dee leaped off the bed at that, trying to gain their attention. "You really don't have to read that! It's not important!" He practically plead, but they were already reading.

As y/n pored over his words, the heat in his cheeks grew, and he stood awkwardly in front of them, accepting his fate, and having no clue what to do.

Y/n read intently at his theory, and had an impressed look on their face by the end of it. But Dee couldn't read them, he had no idea what their expressions meant. Were they judging him? Trying to contain their laughter? Silently mocking him? Had they read everything, or only one line? He was in the dark.

Y/n was about to comment on how good his theory was and how they should use it, before they moved on to the next message.

Y/n's heart melted at the words. He had been so genuine and sincere, and seemed to really care about what they thought. Y/n never knew Dee had cared so much. Y/n's little smile grew tenfold, accompanied by a little chuckle when they saw the last message. Dee had been a bit of a bitch, and so had y/n, and for so long they had been rivals because of it. But y/n didn't care about that any more. They felt appreciated.

Y/n glanced up at Dee's cherry-red cheeks and giggled again, before hugging him tightly. Dee didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this. But after a moment's hesitation, he slowly returned the hug.

After pulling back, y/n finally spoke, a light blush dusting their cheeks as well. "I think your idea's amazing... we should definitely use it, I mean, you're so incredibly smart, I don't know why you ever needed my confirmation!" They both chuckled at the last bit, but Dee looked at them with sincerity in his eyes.

"I care about what you think because you're so smart yourself, and maybe... maybe I wanted to know that you were impressed by my ideas, I just-! I just think you're kind of incredible, and didn't want to seem dumb."

Dee avoided eye contact for a moment, but after hearing no response, he chanced a look at them. After one brief second of eye contact, y/n moved forward and kissed him sweetly. His eyes went wide before he closed them and melted into their embrace. Y/n's hands snaked round his neck and their hand lightly twisted his long blond hair. His hands found their waist, and they stayed like that for a short second before pulling away breathless. The two were smiling like idiots.

No more words needed to be said, instead y/n sat down next to Dee on his bed - for the first time he noted, but was more than ok with it - and they laced their hands together, avidly talking about their project. Both of their ideas were spoken highly of, with many compliments and smiles given.

Y/n stayed long after they were done with the project, and the two talked about everything and nothing. Both were happier, even when it came for y/n to leave. And that's how they stayed. (There was also a lot more making out!)

-

A/N: ok, I'm super sorry this took so long, but this is finished now, and I'll try and get some one shots and requests completed! Also, I made this chapter gender neutral, and I'll update the others do they are too! I really hope everyone enjoyed, and thank you so much for over 1k reads, that's way more than I could have hope for!

Hope you have a great day/night,

~ SonofaBeach

#vicki metal family #glam metal family #metal family #metal family dee x reader #dee metal family #heavy metal family #dee x reader #dee #enemies to lovers #rivals #gender neutral

[snucius]

(Please excuse my poor English!)

Okay, hear me out! Everyone always saying Draco is dragged into darkside, it was because of his family, he just want to please his father, he was just obeying Lucius and things like that, right? And of course I don't refuse any of them, he was a poor victim of war just like Harry and all the other kids. He was just a boy 🥺.

But how did Lucius get involved in this mess? You know there is little official information about Malfoy Family so what i'm going to say will be just assumptions and they are not going to change anything, but i like to think of Lucius this way.

I don't think Lucius got the Dark Mark just because he wanted it. Let me tell you about what's keeps bugging me for a while now.

Firstly, I would like to start by stating the obvious: Lucius and Voldemort have a huge age difference (we'll come to this in a min). Lucius was working in the Ministry after Hogwarts but probably he became a Death Eater way before Voldemort could even laid a hand on Ministry. Even though he can be considered as one of his early followers (as far as we can tell from Sisters of Black House fan movie) Lucius was scared of Voldemort to the death. And being around him clearly and noticeably affected his health both mentally and physically. (I know Azkaban did the magic trick but his fear always looked beyond normal to me)

(Again, I'm not saying these are proving anything or they are the truth, facts, canon, whatever)

On the other hand, Abraxas Malfoy was presumably born before 1936 (actually he must have been born much before if we consider Lucius was born in 1953-1954. He might even have studied at Hogwarts around the same time with Tom Riddle. I'm not saying the same year but they may have lived in the castle without knowing each other, due to class differences) so naturally there is no significant age difference between them, they even might be peers. And soon afterwards Voldemort's return from his disappearance in 1967, "Abraxas Malfoy was widely believed to have been part of the shady plot that forced Nobby Leach, the first Muggle-Born Minister Of Magic, to leave his post prematurely, in 1968" (Quoted this from Fandom Wiki) Coincidence? Might be, but I don't think so.

I'm going to give an example based on Sisters of House Black, again. It's up to you evaluating these or not.

During the scene transitions Lucius says "You could join us" to Narcissa (15:12). And in the same scene, just a few seconds before his line, a news reporter from radio saying the date is 1972. Meaning, he already was a Death Eater at the age of 18 (approx).

In the next scene, Bellatrix is trying to convince her parents to open their house, the Black Manor, for Voldemort's Death Eater meetings. Andromeda disagrees (for obvious reasons), Narcissa sides with Bellatrix by saying "So many influential people are following him now, including the Malfoys" (See that, not just Lucius but Malfoys, plural).

And after Narcissa said that, Lucius is joining the conversation with "It truly is a shame that too many Ministry officials come by our Manor" (What I understand from here is that someone already considered hosting Death Eater meetings at Malfoy Manor but didn't think it's qualified because of Ministry visits. Now, this someone could've been Lucius but I don't think an eighteen-year-old Lucius would have a say over the Manor, especially about something this important)

Before I come to my point, I would like to clarify that I'm not trying to acquit Lucius' actions.

He was a bad guy, he did bad things, probably killed and tortured some Muggles/Muggle-Borns, he was a Pureblood supremacist, he was supercilious and Death Eater or not, he wouldn't have been a nicer person anyway. (Arrogance suits him ngl)

But do you think he might be just his father's Draco? Dragged into darkside, because of his family, always wanted to please his father and just obeyed Abraxas? Become a Death Eater because his father was one? Sounds familiar, isn't it?

He might have embraced things way more willingly and gladly than his son ever could because he has been taught about the pureblood supremacy since the day he was born and unlike Draco, he believed in them wholeheartedly.

And he might have enjoyed (or thought he was enjoying) at first, thinking that Voldemort is sharing the same interests with him (more precisely with his father) and The Dark Lord looking like a invincible symbol of victory (while he was just a unstable mutt) but still I think he was quite young and vulnerable to manipulations when Voldemort began to rise.

I can't think of him as a boy around the age of 17-18 saying "yo let me get that tattoo and join this higly illegal cult" without someone else's influence. I know there was no proof that Abraxas was a Death Eater but still.

What I'm trying to say is, in my opinion Lucius was a product of his father too, just like Draco.

Pureblood families are sad, really 😪.

What do you think?

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[hitlikehammers]

Thanks to @thefreakandthehair for a prompt that kicked me out of my head for a hot second: “Wait, wait, wait. Butterflies? Butterflies are your biggest fear?”

Except it did get pretty chaos-theory-ish and not very comedic so I might have still been in my head a leeeetle bit.

-

They’re in the woods.

Like, if you pointed yourself in the opposite direction of Skull Rock and went as far in that opposite direction as you could until you found a decent, similarly climbable but also reasonably flat-topped rock without any name at all: that’s where they are. It’s late afternoon, but the sun’s still high. Fucking summer.

Fucking summer, and the light, and being able to see clearly all around them in every direction.

But they’re out here because even if they aren’t smoking it, it feels right somehow to be a little secluded when they’re getting high—especially given it’s going to be a shit-ass, kinda reluctant high. Because Daddy Wheeler had chosen to go and randomly suspect, after all this goddamn time, a particular smell on one of the jackets on the coatrack, and Nancy had all of four days left before she was off to New York for her month-long internship, and in her wariness of lighting up with the rest of them in that tiny window of time, she’d convinced Steve to host a baking party.

Predictably: everyone who was not Nancy had nixed using anything but the most mediocre bud for this endeavor, too high a risk of failure to sacrifice anything truly decent to a test run, and lucky for it, too: Steve bakes kind of stupidly excellent brownies, so it’s not a quality issue with the confection. He’d even added extra chocolate, trying to mask the shitty leaf with sugar and cocoa and possibly walnuts and basically just anything remotely possible to confuse the overall flavor but, just, some sins you cannot mask: the goddamn pot brownies were fucking awful.

Nancy had apologized profusely for the half-baked idea (to get them only half baked Argyle had giggled, and that’d been enough to smooth over the lingering frustration); Steve had called his house off-limits until the stench faded (it’s not about my parents, fuck them, they’re probably never even coming back, which means it is about resale value, you dipshits, and I want a decent price for that sectional when the time comes); by now Nancy was gone to the Big Apple already while Jon had hopped a plane back with Argyle to Cali, and Robin’s grandparents were visiting—enough said.

And, well: bad weed was still weed, and even bad weed was paid for outta someone’s pocket, waste not want not and whatever—but also stray brownies were hard to keep from rabid teenage appetites and Steve and Eddie were not going to risk these ones getting snatched up by the wrong hands. Depressingly mediocre as they might be.

It’s not the first time either of them’s taken one for the team—specifically this team; so.

That’s why they’re out here. With a tray of less-than-half-eaten stale-as-fuck weed brownies that are gonna start attracting bugs if they don’t get to chowing down quick enough.

But speaking of the bugs: the fucking summer, the fucking sunlight, the ability to see everything past five-fucking-PM—

“The hell did that butterfly ever do to you?”

Eddie rolls his head to the right, and rolls the glare he’d narrowed on the aforementioned flying curse-monger along with him, over to where Steve’s reclined right next to him with his knees bent and the spread of sad-sad brownies balanced on his stomach, and Eddie hadn’t thought much about where he was grabbing said brownies from so far, but now that he’s looking he’s a little concerned about the fact that what’s left of the batch is closer to the bottom of the tray.

“It’s almost entirely black, too,” Steve’s neck is craning to follow the wily fiend as it flaps its infernal wraith-wings all innocent and shit to fool the ignorant masses; “what, is that not metal enough for you? Jesus,” and the snort that comes with all that judgment shakes the brownies, jostles some dust onto Steve’s shirt; “that feels like some super unearned hate, man.”

Eddie sighs, and grabs the top-most brownie before flopping back onto the rock and doing his damnedest not to watch where the hellbeast is headed to next.

“I don’t hate them, Harrington.”

“You’re all huffy, though,” Steve protests, and it’s him who’s lolling to the side to look at Eddie this time, and when Eddie doesn’t immediately follow to meet him Steve’s reaching out, prodding Eddie’s chin until they’re eye-to-eye, and then:

“Your eyes are so big,” Steve says, like he’s genuinely surprised, like he’s shocked honestly and then Eddie does get huffy, in that he huffs a laugh because goddamnit, Eddie can try to ignore it all he wants but Steve Harrington is so fucking, just…cute.

“What big eyes you have!,” Eddie squeaks a falsetto and rolls said eyes as best he’s able; “what am I, the big bad wolf dressed as your dear old granny?”

Steve frowns; no—Steve pouts. He rolls over a little closer, and Eddie has just the amount of coordination to catch the brownies and perch them between their legs, the tray only just long enough to swing it, but now Steve’s studying him, eyes far less pupil than Eddie had expected given how far they’ve worked through the baked goods but not…not-mostly-pupil, nonetheless.

Steve reaches out and traces Eddie’s eyes with a feather touch that sends goosebumps up his arms in the middle of summer, goddamn; prods at Eddie’s frown, the one that’s replaced his scowl now, considering and careful until a stray touch gets under his chin.

“Jesus,” Steve hisses more than anything before he steadies—mostly, as best he can, A for effort—his fingers at Eddie’s jaw. “Your heart’s fucking pounding, dude.”

“What big heart you have!” Eddie recycles the mockery one register too high so it breaks on a godawful pitch, fuck all, and then his frown’s deepening because: “wait, that doesn’t even work.” Neither narratively, nor grammatically.

Whoops.

“Kinda works,” Steve says with a shrug, nonchalant while Eddie’s struck a tiny bit dumb, even as his eyes narrow a little and his hand slides down Eddie’s neck, almost clinical, like it’s measuring and checking and weighing evidence, but then like, also, full of so much fucking care Eddie might split apart for it.

“But this shit doesn’t hit you like that,” Steve frowns, and flicks his eyes down to the remaining brownies and then back up to Eddie’s gaze to watch the answer as he asks:

“Bad trip?”

Eddie scoffs, but it’s wholly for the sake of the answer, not the person asking or the fact that it’s asked because that’s one of the best and worst things about Steve when he’s a little high: he’s not a different Steve. He’s a looser Steve. He’s all the beautiful things inside of him if not a single goddamn one of them had a leash holding them back anymore; if not a one of them had ever known a filter fitted close to dim them down for mortal sight. He’s a soft, blinding revelation of every thing he is, just…pure and untethered.

It’s immense, basically; and it’s kind of hard to look at straight-on.

“No,” Eddie finally rolls his eyes, about the weed, and the nature of its effects: “this shit’s still as tame and disgusting as it was the first three times we tried to get rid of it.”

Steve hums, and Eddie can feel him nod against the globe of his shoulder—Jesus fuck, but he’s gotten close.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve finally seems to collect himself into something coherent from his observations. “You’re not mad,” Eddie shakes his head; he’s not. “Or like, consumed with hate-filled rage,” Eddie snorts; nope.

“But you were like this when, back when,” and the hitch in Steve’s breath, in the stream of his words wouldn’t be noticeable as earth-shattering if Eddie hadn’t grown to fucking know Steve Harrington over these months, to read him and hold him—his well-being and his aches and his hopes and his dreams and the impossible things in Eddie’s hopes and dreams that Steve plays an unwitting starting role inside far too often—but Eddie does notice. And Eddie reads it almost impossibly, knows what Steve means when he almost imperceptibly clears his throat, when his free hand twitches but doesn’t reach upward.

Would have, though. Would have reached to his neck.

He’s not thinking about vines, or scars, either. He’s thinking about a broken bottle and the tiny pinprick of silver that you really have to look for to see branded into his skin from the way Eddie’s hands had shaken that day.

Eddie’s looked hard enough to see it. More than once.

“Are you Little Red Riding Hood or Sherlock fuckin’ Holmes, man, Jesus. Pick a lane,” Eddie deflects fucking pathetically, not least for the way his voice sounds almost strangled when he thinks back to the boathouse, the manic way he’d pinned Steve, ready to strike; the way he’d tried like hell ever since to remember every little hint of Steve’s warmth and Steve’s weight and Steve’s breath on his skin beneath him and—

“And then,” Steve’s continuing, and Eddie grabs blindly to shove a nasty-brownie in his mouth just for some kind of cover because Steve can be oblivious but Steve’s very far from stupid, and he’s very close to the truth of it now, so; “then you were sca—“

Steve cuts himself off there or, well: Eddie cuts him off by offering-via-shoving the half-bitten brownie left in his hand up close to Steve’s mouth, this time.

Steve pauses a few moments, and then takes it. It’s fucking insanity, and if Eddie’s pulse weren’t wild for the reasons Steve’s about to say out loud once he swallows his share of terrible chocified-weed, it’d be in a whole fucking frenzy now anyway because Steve just ate the food offered from Eddie’s goddamn fingers.

While they’re lying next to each other. While Steve’s touching him and not fucking stopping.

“Butterflies?” Steve garbles out a bit with his mouth still half full before he swallows all the way.

“Butterflies are your biggest fear?”

Biggest? Fuck no. Not…in themselves. And frankly:

“I do not fear butterflies, Steven,” Eddie declares a little too haughtily; it doesn’t land, Steve doesn’t laugh, and Eddie deflates, because now Steve’s invested, and he knows he’s clocked the right scent. Fucking dog with a bone. Eddie gave too much away.

And Steve’s tolerance is better than when he started, because his tolerance when he started was the cannabis-connoisseur’s equivalent of ‘sometimes-I-smoke-when-I-drink-at-parties-insert-tittering-laughter-here’—but it’s still not great. And Eddie’s only on par with him now because he didn’t arrive sober.

But Steve, whose tolerance is decidedly ehhhhh, fearlessly pokes at Eddie’s chest with a rapid fire cadence much harder and way fucking faster than his own heartbeat, thanks a fuckton, and points at Eddie’s eyes with his other hand, dramatically pinching his thumb and forefinger wide-wide-wide like he has a point.

Which, okay, fine: he kinda has a point.

He’s also got brownie crumbs at the corner of his lip, so Eddie takes the initiative to try some of that fearless poking himself—if ‘fearlessly poking’ can also mean ‘delicately brushing and then tracing the bottom pillow-pout of a lip just in case you’re missing cleaning up some of the mess or something for the singular sake of being goddamn thorough and for no other reason at all ever’.

Eddie thinks that definitely does count.

“Fuck off, Little Red,” Eddie tries to growl, tries to shrug Steve off, but Steve’s finger-poking is now just his palm on Eddie’s chest, and Eddie realized when he started lighting up—or in this case, stuffing his face—with people he cared for and trusted, like this? He likes to be tactile on any old day, but he actually fucking loves being the subject of other people getting handsy whilst under the influence.

Steve’s eyes are getting huge now, too, but he doesn’t have an absolutely-rational fear to blame it on. Maybe he’s the wolf.

Eddie wants to lean over and lick his neck because if he did, he could 1) gather up the brownie-crumbs that fell in his collar earlier and then 2) run his tongue up again to see what big heart Steve has—

Fuck, no. That really wasn’t a part of that story, was it; shit.

Eddie still considers it, though. Thoroughly.

But then he picks up the flags of blue batting in his peripherals where the little fucker could have faded into the shadows since Steve was right, the rest of it’s just black-on-black—but no. No: the winged-terrorist just had to remind Eddie of its presence one more time before it went on its merry way, Jesus H. Christ.

Eddie feels his own heart racing under the hand Steve hasn’t moved yet, obvious not least because Steve’s pressing on it closer now, firmer now, and when Eddie dares to look down Steve’s eyes are wider now, too: but he’s not the wolf. Those eyes are all question; maybe a dash of concern.

Eddie thinks—wolf or no—he’d still let Steve Harrington eat him alive.

// continue on Ao3 here //

#steddie fanfiction #steddie headcanon #LexsSpringFanworksChallenge #soft steddie #very very soft #chaos theory and the butterfly effect and that kinda bullshit #long reads

[fangirling-throughlife]

My brother was being an insufferable little bitch after being home for a full consecutive day after his gf left to her hometown, so my parents, instead of setting him straight and make him behave himself like they would've done with me when I was his age (20 next week), said "if you're going to sulk all the time, go stay with her for a week, we'll come and get you next weekend so we can have some family time™ before your sister leaves again (to go to fucking work because I'm an adult who doesn't get to behave like a bitch to get things to go her way)". So, I'm spending the three days I was promised cool stuff (a water amusement park, visiting my cousin who lives near a beautiful natural park with a river...) in the girl's family's unfinished cottage in the middle of nowhere, ignoring the little shit of my brother to avoid yelling at him for being a spoiled SoB and ruining my 2 weeks of holiday that's supposed to be relaxing to go back to work. So, as a summary, here's how that "amazing family time™" is going (after 7 hours here, admittedly it feels so much longer and I'm considering escaping):

1. I visited my best friend yesterday in her new city (2-hour drive away from my parents) and had to leave to sleep instead of going out like a normal 20-something because we had to leave on time today.

2. I didn't see Spain's winning goal because my mother had me running around the house doing stupid shit like make the bed (with a bedspread I'm not even using).

3. Had to change my CGM in a hurry, and it wasn't until we were on the highway that it gave an error alert that I had to change it (and, of course, I left my emergency back-up back in the house because a CGM works for 14 days usually). Cue panic attack.

4. Had to listen to a playlist we made in 2018 with Adele, Enrique Iglesias, Michael Bolton and the likes for over 3 hours at an insufferable volume. I've heard that playlist so many times that I can sing it to you from memory, and it was louder than my music in my earbuds at maximum volume.

5. Had to suffer extreme cold from the AC for 4 hours because my menopausal mother was hot.

6. Cue the house. Old, typical cottage in the middle of the mountains, everything is half-finished. Very old-style rooms, no nets at the windows to keep the bugs out (and there are a lot). No AC. There's a heatwave, which is supposedly less here up North, but I yet have to experience that, because it feels worse. The WiFi has to be unplugged at night (so, no fighting insomnia with YT or some show). The bathrooms are old, and I've been informed the upper floor's (my parents' and mine) doesn't get water. Everything is loud (the floors creak, the bed and the door squeak...). Her mother is sleeping here as well, so I've been instructions to be on my best behaviour (which should make them realise I'm here 110% against my will).

7. I've been outside for half an hour and have 6 mosquito bites. I've been in my room for 2 hours (pretending to sleep), and I've been kept awake by mosquitoes flying around, and have killed: 3 mosquitoes, 2 moths, 1 spider, 5 or 6 flies. There are 2 spiders I'm not daring to approach. The room is HOT, and I dozed off for 20-ish minutes and woke up drenched in sweat (and 2 new bites). And my glass of water has a dead fly in it.

8. Our plans for tomorrow fell through 3 times, and we still don't have set plans because "we have to call tomorrow to check their availability", I've been informed that we're supposed to stay almost the full day as well.

9. This town is called a town but is just a glorified street. You can't get groceries here.

I'm so tired and so uncomfortable in this stupid bug-ridden and sweltering hot room that I might request the car keys to sleep in there tomorrow. I'm sure the body ache resulting from that is still going to be worth the few hours of actual sleep I might get.

I can't believe that I'm almost 25, I have a full-time job, and I have absolutely no say on my holidays (I've informed my parents that I'm going on a retreat next year, and my mother was eager to join, so I told her that a "get the fuck away from everything and everyone" included not seeing anyone I knew). I saw my two best friends for a grand total of 9 hours, and did the middle-aged thing of going to a nice restaurant. I'm going to see another friend for a couple of hours before he has to go to work (because today didn't work). I'm tired and emotionally exhausted, and I'm 100% sure I'm going back to work in a worse mental state than I left. At least I'll be happy I'm away from this.

#family stuff

[basiccortez]

Can we get a blurb for Reader on Mother’s Day? Like how Sage feels about the whole dating/being engaged to her dad and she’s not always accepting of her new mom. Angsty or tooth rotting fluff!

Mother's Day was always a sensitive day in the Kiszka house. Jake had always been closed off and so was Sage. Y/N tried her best to make them both smile and keep them busy and their minds off of things. But something felt off about this Mother's Day.

Jake had woken up before Y/N did and woke up Cash and Sage, so they could help him make breakfast for Y/N. Even though she had been Sage's step-mom for almost two years, this was her first Mother's Day as a biological mother.

"Why do we have to do this?" Sage asked, sitting at the table, watching her baby brother eat his pancakes.

"Cause it's Mother's Day, bug," Jake said flipping a pancake, "And it's Y/N's first Mother's Day."

"What about my mommy?"

Jake sighed, knowing this conversation was going to come again. It had been coming up for the past couple years since Y/N had become more of a permeant figure in their lives. Sage knew that Y/N was her step-mom and would never replace her real mom. But now that Cash was here, it was harder for Jake to separate the two roles she played.

"Y/N is your-"

"No!" Sage yelled getting up from the table, "No she's not! She never will be!"

"Sage!" Jake yelled after her, as she ran up the stairs, "Get back here!"

"No!" Sage yelled and slammed her door.

Jake groaned and ran his fingers through his hair as he heard footsteps walking into the kitchen. He jumped slightly as he felt arms wrap around his waist, and could smell her lavender scented perfume.

"I'm sorry you heard that," He whispered.

"It's okay," Y/N sniffled.

"It's not," Jake sighed and turned around, wrapping her in his arms, "It's not okay. She's been acting like this for too long. Ignoring what you say, not validating you as a parent, being passive aggressive about Cash."

"She's also grieving too," Y/N smiled, "It's new for her to see this. It's not just you and her, it's just the three of us, there's four of us now. Sage is probably feeling a little jealous of everything and that's okay. She's got a lot of feelings, it's hard for her to get them out."

"You're the best," Jake said and kissed her.

"I try," Y/N smiled, "I'm gonna go give her some breakfast and talk to her."

Jake nodded and Y/N grabbed a plate of food for Sage. Y/N stopped in her shared bedroom with Jake and grabbed out the small jewelry box that was hiding in her dresser. Y/N knocked softly on the door, waiting for Sage's invite to come in. Sage was sitting on her bed, holding a picture of her mother and Jake, making Y/N's heartbreak.

"Hey Bug, I brought you some pancakes," Y/N said and Sage nodded, setting the picture down. Y/N walked over and sat on the bed next to her, "She's very pretty. You look like her."

"I miss her," Sage whimpered out, "I wish I could hug her."

"I know you do, sweet girl," Y/N said, "I want you to now that I never ever want to replace her. I wish I could meet her too. I think we could've been good friends."

Sage nodded and picked at the food on her plate. Y/N reached behind her and grabbed the jewelry box, holding it out in front of her.

"This is for you," Y/N said, "I thought you might need something to make you smile."

Sage looked at Y/N, before reaching out to open the box. She opened it and gasped at the sight of the necklace with her mother's initial and her's wrapped in a heart.

"Your daddy got me one with a C for Cash," Y/N said, pulling her necklace out from under her shirt, "And he has one with both your initial and Cash's. So, I thought you need one too."

Sage nodded, tears filling her eyes. Her lip quivered and Y/N quickly grabbed the plate from her and pulled her into her lap. Sage let out a cry as Y/N held her close to her chest, rocking her slowly. Y/N looked up at the ceiling blinking back her own tears as Sage cried.

"I miss her so much," Sage sobbed.

"I know, babygirl, I know," Y/N whispered, and rubbed her back, "But, you know she is always with you. No matter where you are and no matter what you are doing. Now, you'll have a piece of her all the time."

Neither one of them knew that Jake was standing in the doorway behind them, watching his two girls interact. His heart swelled and a smile rose to his face seeing them. He looked down at Cash, who was fast asleep in his arms, and placed a kiss on his forehead, and turned leaving the two of them in their moment.

#g's asks #my asks #Jake and Sage #the adventures of jake and sage

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

I know I’ve been offline for a while, but this whole month has been a rollercoaster and I feel like it's finally slowing down, so I figured I would give you a small life update before finally getting around to editing part 10! I haven’t gotten to read your new post, Eleanor, but that’s because I’ve been saving it as a reward for finishing up everything in part 11 and editing part 10 haha! I can’t wait to finally read it either later tonight or tomorrow!

Onto the more serious stuff, I suppose! Well, as I said in my last post, we started this month out getting rained on by our upstairs neighbors twice in the same week and someone damaging our front door locks (presumably to break in and steal while we were out). Great way to start February, I know! Thankfully, my brother Mike - technically, he's my sister, Honey's husband, but I call him my brother since we’ve known each other for so long - came over to fix the door and help us with our ruined ceiling tiles. Then, my great-aunt (91yo) got sick with the stomach bug and, while she is still recovering, she’s feeling well enough to not need someone with her 24/7. On top of staying with her for a while, I started three jobs in the first week of February (housekeeping and dog walking for a lady in town and PCA work for a bedbound woman in the area) only to have the first lady take my housekeeping hours away because she claims her mother could do it instead. Honestly, I was glad she took those hours back because I could barely tolerate the way that she was over my shoulder the entire time I was there. She knows that I've been a housekeeper since I was 16 and that I knew what I was doing, but I’ve come to discover that she’s a bit of a control freak in all aspects of her life, so I am more than willing to let someone else handle her housekeeping 😂

Next up, my sister, Honey, and her family got a new puppy named Vanya and she is the sweetest, most loving little crackhead in our family. She loves to snuggle and gives people dirty looks if they tell her she needs to go back inside, but she has a weakness for peanut butter and listens to whatever my niece tells her to do. Vanya isn’t even a year old and they've only had her for a short time, but I will hurt anyone who dares look at her wrong because she is the fluffiest little angel and I adore her

A small, more emotional dip in things came when my Uncle Doug came over with a truckload of all of my grandparents' and Uncle John's belongings. Uncle Doug moved into their old trailer before they passed and, since the three of them have passed away, he owns the house and wanted to see if we could go through all of their belongings since he is trying to fix the place up and has no space for everything. I don't know where he thinks we have the space for everything in our apartment, but we took it all nonetheless and used our old, practically unused computer room as storage as we went through 67+ years worth of my grandparents’ things. There were a lot of emotions for me and my mom to go through and even more things that my mom didn't know her parents and brother still held onto - my great-grandmother's high school diploma and things from her business among those items - but we really loved going through the disorganized chaos that was dropped on us on a random Thursday!

Now, onto today! After all of the chaos and stress that February brought us, I feel as though things are finally coming to a point where I'm ready to keep going with the way things had been. Today, Honey and Mike came over with my old laptop, told me to set it aside for a while, and brought me out to his truck where they showed me the project they had secretly been working on for months now: an actual PC just for me! It glows and so does the keyboard and mouse they got for me, and I just can't get over how cool it is! They told me it was much deserved because of all that I do for the people in our family, but I still don't see how even though the two of them and my mom took the time to explain it. I don't do any of the things I do for recognition or gifts, so it's very hard for me to accept such an insanely expensive gift for something I do out of love for my family and those around us. I know it certainly wasn’t cheap, I’ve wanted one for ages now and done hours and hours of research trying to find a good, cheap one. I suppose I'm still reeling from it all. It will definitely take me a while to adjust to everything, especially having a mechanical keyboard in place of my old laptop's keys, but I now have an actual desk and setup that I can write at and I couldn't be more excited to start this new chapter in my writing journey. It feels like a step in a better direction, if that makes any sense at all haha!

Anyway, I hope you aren't upset with me for taking this super long break; I really hadn't intended for it to be this long of a break, but I can't say that I didn't need it with everything else going on in my life. I should have the next part up soon after I get all of the editing done and get a moodboard made up for it. I just wanted to fill you in on all that's happened during my little break from everything on the internet. I can't wait to read your new story once I get everything finished! It should be a great reward after all the work I'll be putting into everything! I hope everything has been going well for you and that you have an amazing day! 💕😊

[nellie-elizabeth]

Outlander: Death Be Not Proud (7x03)

Okay, so, there were bits and pieces of this episode I greatly enjoyed, but it felt sort of... odd, as a full story.

Cons:

The Bugs haven't been real characters in the show up until this exact moment, it felt so odd to have such an emphasis on the story of the gold, and Murdina's death, and all that. I think part of the issue is in adaptation, where there are just so many things that happen in these books, so many subplots and minor characters who end up having their own significant plot moments, that in order to do justice to them all, sometimes it feels like something is coming out of nowhere. That's how I felt big-time in this episode, with the story of the Bugs stealing the Stuart gold from Hector's crypt at River Run, and then the two of them trying to sneak off with it, and Ian shooting Murdina, thinking she was Arch... it all felt like a scene straight out of nowhere, and it really overshadowed the central thing that happens here, which is that the house burned down. I wanted to linger more on that, instead of on these extra new developments that connected so little to anything that has happened at all recently in the show.

I know this is lifted straight from the books, but I wish Jamie's dreams of the future were a little less literal and magical. It seems too neat and tidy that he literally has visions of things like telephones, therefore pretty much confirming that what he's seeing is true.

From a pacing perspective, having the episode start with the house burning down, and ending with them leaving the Ridge to head back to Scotland, it felt like it all happened very quickly. The idea of returning to Scotland was another one that seemed to come out of nowhere and didn't have the proper buildup. I know these are all things from the books, but it didn't bother me as much there, because everything is given such copious room to breathe.

Pros:

This feels like an obvious thing to say, but I really liked Jamie and Claire in this episode. There were lots of sweet intimate moments of connection between them, with the two of them contemplating the loss of their home, the place for the new house to go, their trip to Scotland... I loved the scene where Jamie gives Claire a knife, and I was especially moved by the scene of Claire finding Adso and saying goodbye to him. I love my cat so much so I was feeling that really hard. The Ridge has been an important setting for these characters and it will continue to be, but it's also always a little exciting to get them out and about in the rest of the world. I'm so excited to see Scotland again, even though I know what's coming from here.

I like Bree and Roger in the 20th century more than I do in the 18th, I think. Brianna looks adorable with the bangs, I must say. And seeing Lallybroch, watching Brianna's face as she reads her parents' words in the letters... as much as I was complaining above about the Stuart gold plot thread seeming to come out of nowhere, I am excited about the way it kicks off things in the 20th century story. That's going to be something to keep an eye on for the next chunk of the show, for sure. (It's hilarious that Jamie trusts a boy as young as Jem to be able to find the Spaniard's cave, though. And the odds of it being undisturbed are so low!)

This review is a little on the short side of things, but that doesn't mean I disliked the episode. It just felt oddly transitional for an episode that had so many things happen; the over-emphasis on the story of Arch Bug and his wife felt odd to me, but I'm honestly super hyped for the Scotland stuff, in both timelines. There are some things that happen in the seventh book that I will be gob-smacked to see make it to the TV show, but if they do, I will throw a damn parade. I'll tell you when we get there, if we ever do...

7/10

#review #outlander #outlander review

[bi3eamtress]

You’ve Always Been My Wizard

original on ao3: You’ve Always Been my Wizard

my ao3 account: purplebookgeek17

Chapter 2 “Just be there for them.”

“Passengers we are landing in HAWKINS COUNTY AIRPORT in 10 minutes.” “Please stay seated, and fastened please we land.” Juno and Howard both looked out the window, and both of them. Were excited at how many more trees there where then in LA. Mike curiously looked out the window too. He too giggled to himself as he remembered how much greenery surrounded them. He was excited Lucas, Max, Dustin,Susy, Jonathan, and Nancy. But he especially was excited to see Will. Both him and Will were busy with work, and Will had opened an art studio that hosted art classes for every age. Mike had yet to see since being in California.

“Passengers we have official landed in Hawkins, Indiana.” Mike smiled and sighed and smiled. “Ok kids grab all your things, and then we are going to head to baggage claim.” “Okay dad!”  Mike, Juno, and Howard swifty to baggage claim. “Okay whoever can find the last bag gets to be shot gun in Uncle Wills car!”

-- “Okay I have both Juno, and Howards suitcase.” “Now where is my duffle bag.” Juno jumped excitedly onto Mike, and exclaimed that she had found the last bag. “Hahahah Dad! Dad!.” “Found the duffle bag! Haha” “ Amazing now lets go outside, and wait for Uncle Will.” 

Will waited outside his car and kept keeping a look out for Mike,Juno, and Howard. It had literally been 4 years since I last seen all of them. It wasn’t because of because of a bad relationship. We’ve all just been really busy i guess. I still call them with every chance I get. But yeah I guess everyones been realy busy…..

“Hey Will!” “Huh, oh hey Mike!.” “Do you guys need some help with your bags.” “Oh yes please thanks Will.” They successfully get everything in car, and Will starts driving to Mike’s parents house because that is where they will stay for most of their trip. Everyone catches up with eachother Will asks Howard how starting kindergarten has been for him.

Howard then has a 20 minute conversation about how he loves the macaroni at school. It honestly a great review though. Juno has also been doing soccer, and her team has one 2 games so far. Mike and Will also talk about how work has been going. Will says that he loves how many more kids are more interested art now. He also met some very talented artists in the studio.

“Okay everyone we made to grandma grandpa wheeler’s house.” Will parker in front of Mikes house. They all got out of the car and walked to the door. Mike quickly knocks on the door. Karen then opens the door and cries “OH MY GOD.” Karen also gets pretty emotional because she also hasn’t seen all three them in 4 years. “Oh *sniff* sweeties I have missed you.” “Come give your old grandma a hug. “You too Will even though I see you every day I barely get many hugs from you.” 

“Haha of course Mrs. Wheeler.” They all have a long embrace, and Grandpa Ted sneaks into too. Ted and Karen had been to couples therapy for 10 years now and their relationship was little bit better. Mike and El also tried that but it seem to have the same effect. “Hey Junnie and Howwie bug I have some cookies for you.” Juno and Howard skipped excited to the kitchen with the grandparents. “So Mom how’s Holly and her Girfrien been in New YorkI hear that they just had their first baby.” “I have yet seen them but they are next to see after Hawkins definitely.” 

“Oh my goodness their baby is beautiful she has the same asian eyes as Lena.’ “But even though Holly didn’t use her she really looks like both of them which is crazy.” “Really thats amazing.” “Thats great and I think I’m going to unpack do you want ot help me Will?” “Of course dude.” 

Mike and Will started unpacking. Mike for sure knew he overpacked but it’s always best to be prepared I guess. “So how long has the art studio been open now?”. “Well..” said Will “It unbeilivably has now been open for 10 years now. Will smiles to himself at what he’s accomplished. “You know I’ve missed that smile it always comoforted me.” “Oh really I always thought you hated my smile.” says Will sarcastically. “Haha no.” Will then looks at Mike longingly, and he takes a deep breath he then asks. “So…” “How has it been with divorce and all.” “I’m not picking anyones side either because I love both of you so much.” 

Mike stays silent for a while he then looked at Will. He soon then slowly to cry. He then his face and body fell to the ground, and tears started streaming down his face. “Will *sob I not looking for attention but It’s…J-just been.” Will rushes to Mike ,and puts a hand on his back. “Mike your not doing anything wrong now tell me what’s bothering you.” “It’s just I though I had gotten through the hard feelings about my divorce but.” “I feel like like I’ve failed at having the perfect marriage.” 

Mike then lays on everything on to Will. He goes into detail on how he’s alwasy wanted to have a different outcome then his parents. But he feels like a failure because he didn’t fulfull his dream. “ And also Will what about the kids for everyhting has changed so fast for them.” Mike then pauses and continues to sob. Will draws circles on his back, and listens, and speaks when he thinks it will help Mike. “Mike is it okay if I give you some advice.” “S-sure..” “As a kid of divorce, and sepration I have learned many things from my mom.” 

“Is that listen to what your kids have to say.” “And support them through this time.” “Because you might think their obliviouse, but their not your world and also their world is being turned upside down.” “So just listen them, and comfort their troubles.” “*sniff* thanks Will.” “Do you want to go on a bike ride and get some beer to get your mind off things.” “Yeah I think that would be great.”

—--

“That will be $15.00 for two beers.” “Ok thanks.” Will then went and sat down to where Mike was. He then placed the beer in front of Mike. Mike slowly sipped it. “It’s good you dont’ have to deal with divorce since you never got married Will.” Will laughed a low laugh. “Why did you never get married?” Will looked back at Mike. “Well I guess I just haven’t found the right person yet.” Mike laughed then too. “Really! there’s got to be some cute guys in their forties.” “I bet there are .” 

Mike and Will then spent the 2 hours talking about life, and remebering their childhood days. Even if they didn’t have much of childhood. Then both of them had to get going and they said their farewells.

#byler fanfic #byler tumblr #fanfic #ao3 author

[lavender---sunshine]

anyway back to panicking

#i have until october to move out and i know its only april but the months go by so fast #my current manager whos kinda the glue that hold my work together is leaving after the 1st #and they've been training me to take his place and im in no way prepared and on top of that im also planning on leaving #so now im training training training some new people to take my place #because i need a real job that pays more than $16 an hour and has stable hours #and my work is trying desperately to get me to stay and theyre doing everything but paying me what i need to live here #in the mean time after the 1st i have no one to cover me if i get sick. or need to take time off #im kinda like...........i want to take time off now because after i wont be able to #im looking so hard for a job that at least pays $20/hour and im not desperate yet but im stressed #ive been putting it off because i thought my parents wouldnt get the house but they did and i REALLY dont want to live in arizona #i have express to my boss that i need to get a $4 raise now or that i have to leave and hes like hmmmmmmm well we'll see #but keeps offering me projects as if i'll be here in 4 months #and i still need a car #AAAAAAAAAHHHHH #my parents keep bugging me to come with them to see the new house next week and ive told them no less than 5 times #there is NO ONE who can cover me. they offered to pay for whatever money i lose by not going in #money is not the problem. the office will not be open if im not there #and they dont get it because i think neither of them have worked for any kind of small company ever #but im so stressed and so alone and i wish i didnt have to deal with this #or that i could see into the future and see how it all works out

[rachaelswrites]

Jimmy Fallon

Tom Holland x Sister!reader

Word Count: 776

Requested By: @unkn0wn2 @peachescream06

heyy not sure if you done this but could you write this pls…. can you do a one shot about a Jimmy Fallon interview where Tom Zendaya and Jacob are being interviewed and they bring up how Tom was seen out with a toddler and many people thought he had a child but he cleared things up and said that he had a little sister that not many people know about. So the next time they had a Jimmy Fallon interview they brought out the little sister.

(There were two requests that were pretty much the same thing so I combined them)

Tom and the Spider-Man cast’s segment with Jimmy Fallon was almost done for the night. There were many laughs and almost spoilers but Tom managed to stay quiet. His team had prepared him for some of the questions but the last one took them all by surprise.

“Now Tom,” Jimmy started, “There were recently some photos of you and someone special,” he paused and waited until a paparazzi photo of Tom and you, his baby sister popped up, “And some fans went a bit crazy. Lots of them think this is your daughter?”

Tom laughed lightly before he spoke, “That’s actually my baby sister Y/n,” he said, “But you’re right. She is a very special person in my life.”

The crowd awed after hearing Tom gush about you.

“How old is she?” Jimmy asked him.

“Her fifth birthday is in a little less than a month.”

“And how are you guys celebrating it?”

“I’m not really sure. Y/n is at that age where her interests are bouncing all over the place. Right now it's worms. My parents are really hoping he doesn’t want a worm party,” Tom explained, trying not to laugh too hard.

“Worms? Like the bugs that crawl in the ground?” Jacob asked. He and Zendya both knew about you as Tom had taken you to set multiple times but this was the first time either of them had heard about your new interest.

“Yes,” Tom said, shrugging as if to say ‘I was thinking the same thing.’

“Your sister is weird,” Zendaya chimed in, “But she’s adorable so it’s balanced out.”

“And you’ll have to bring her here the next time you’re here,” Jimmy added, “I would love to meet your worm-loving little sister.”

Tom laughed again, “I’ll see what I can do.”

~~~~~

It had been a little over two years since the last time Tom was on Jimmy Fallon and like he said, he was able to get you to come along. Your seventh birthday just passed and he knew after posting about it, Jimmy was sure to bring it up. You being there would make it that much better.

“So Tom,” Jimmy started, “Your little sister recently turned seven.”

“Yes she did,” Tom said.

“And her party looked like a lot of fun. I wish I had a bouncy house like that,” he joked.

Tom laughed, “Me too. I was a bit jealous about it.”

Jimmy pulled up a photo onto the monitor, “Looks like you managed to get in on the fun.”

The photo showed you and Tom in the bounce house together, mid-jump and laughing. The party was only a short while ago but he already missed being home and spending time with you. He was starting a press tour for his next movie and he wouldn’t be home for a while. He was grateful he could at least spend your birthday with you.

“Speaking of Y/n, I actually brought her here today.”

“Really?” Jimmy exclaimed, “Is she able to come out on stage?”

“Sure,” Tom said, he looked over his shoulder to where you were backstage. You didn’t notice him at first so he whisper-shouted to get your attention, making the audience laugh lightly. You looked up and saw your older brother motioning for you to come over to him. You got up from the chair you had been told to stay in and walked onto the stage and quickly walked over to your brother.

The bright lights and the noises from the crowd were starting to scare you so you did your best to crawl onto his lap to try and hide from the sounds. Tom wrapped his arms around you to keep you on his lap and also to hold you closer to him. He figured the sounds and lighting would startle you a bit so he wanted to  make you comfortable.

“Sorry she’s a bit shy,” Tom said, explaining your behavior to everyone.

“No I’m not,” you said in a sassy voice.

“She’s a sassy thing isn’t she?” Jimmy teased.

“You have no idea,” Tom said.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/n,” Jimmy said, smiling at you.

You looked at Jimmy and back to your brother, looking up at him confused, “He talks funny.”

Everyone laughed at your comment, Jimmy and Tom included.

“No bubs, he has an American accent,” Tom explained, “He’s not from England like you are.”

“Oh,” you said, looking back to Jimmy

For the rest of the interview, Tom kept you on stage with him while Jimmy asked questions. You provided much needed seven year old thoughts and opinions, giving the interview more humor than before.

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[littlecinnamonroll]

Sakusa As Your Boyfriend

ft. Sakusa Kiyoomi

warnings: fem!reader implied, sickness at the beginning (just a lil’ itty bitty cold)

Hi everyone!! This one is dedicated to my favorite moot @kiyelle !! Please go check out her wonderful work, it’s truly amazing and plus, she’s the sweetest! And as of today, I’m feeling much better, but when I originally had these headcanons started, I was very ill and all I wanted was for Omi to coddle help me )^o^(

Oh no!! You got sick!

Sakusa would honestly be pretty caring

The first days might be a little rough for him, especially with his mysophobia, so with the excessive measures he takes (several masks, disposable gloves, even eye and hair coverings), by him continuing to check on you just shows how much he cares

It’s the small things when it comes to Sakusa -- it always has been, and it always will be -- and though it may not be through his words, it’s the way the back of his hand would ever so gently brush your forehead every ten minutes in order to monitor your fever

He’s so tender whenever he’s with you, even if he’s scared of being sick, seeing you in such discomfort makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and just hold you

He’ll drop by after school on the week you texted him that you went home early due to not feeling well, surprising you with different items each day

He brought over new and very sanitized pillowcases and an air purifier (which he will immediately turn on, along with changing your sheets and opening the windows)

To the delight of your parents, this sweet guy also brought several pints of your favorite soup, warmed up just enough for the both of you to have and refrigerated the rest

Now, he wasn’t sure about this idea of Komori’s, but as Sakusa told him of your feverish shivering the day prior, his cousin suggested Sakusa should bring you a hoodie. And oh boy, did he bring you a hoodie, many actually. Three or four to be exact! However, he did bring you a small notebook and sheepishly asked you to write the day you wore which hoodie and all of your symptoms that day so he knew how he should handle them after you’d return them

Sakusa would be hesitant to be with you for too long, yet, every time you’d sneeze, you’d catch his eyes crinkling and the softest, playful scoff leave his mouth 

“What’s so funny?” you mumbled, rubbing your tired eyes.

“Your sneeze.” He chuckled, and handed you a tissue before you could wipe your nose on his hoodie’s sleeve, “You make it hard to go home when you’re this cute.”

You swore his face was bright red under the several face coverings he wore, letting your mans be as he shyly turned away and turned on your air purifier

Just by looking at you, he can tell what’s bugging you, whether it be an irritating cough, painfully sore throat, sniffly nose, or throbbing head and body aches. If its your throat or a cough, he’s by your side with tea and some cough drops; if it’s your nose, don’t you worry, he stocked up on all kinds of tissues and has a few electrolyte-filled beverages to help; if it’s aches and pains, he’ll find a heating pad and place it wherever it hurts, kneeling by your bedside and rubbing your temples for a few minutes, mumbling how you should sleep

He’s just SO CARING AH- I can’t get over how he’d for the most part and with extra precautions just be so willing to help

HOWEVER- on the off chance that you coughed too close to him by accident, he’d clam up, curtly excuse himself and head back to his house, showering and immediately washing the clothing he was in. It’s not that you disgusted him, but we do have to keep in mind that mysophobia is an extreme fear of contamination. Poor boy couldn’t shake it off of him that he could have gotten sick- So he sent Komori over for the next day or two to make sure you were doing fine

But usually...

Sakusa is the quiet boyfriend

He’s protective in an introverted sort of way, and he is the type to give people dirty looks when he thinks they’ve been taking up your time too much

At the beginning of your relationship, he kept to himself a lot, physical touch was hard and him being vulnerable was almost never

You could catch a half-smile here and there, and the blush on his cheeks was undeniable most times as you’d greet him after his games, pointing to a fan jersey you designed and bought yourself with Itachiyama’s colors and Sakusa’s number on it

“You know,” he muttered, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red, “you could’ve asked me for my other jersey...” 

“Yeah,” you smiled cheekily, tugging on the hem of the shirt you wore, “but now we’re matching. Just you and I!”

Komori piped in, pointing to his jersey, “Oi! Me too! We have the same colors on-”

Sakusa glared at his cousin, giving him a hard and blunt, “No, she’s matching with me.” He’d turn back to you and peck your cheek. “Yeah, just you and I. You look very pretty.”

When he’s tired, oh man, this guy is prone - and when I say prone, I mean without-a-doubt-will-do-it-every-single-time-without-fail - to laying his head in your lap and giving your thighs several loving pecks, before falling asleep

Has let you pin his hair up. Once, Sakusa wore it pinned back with a bright pink clip to practice and has kept that clip ever since

Definitely has a first aid kit he keeps on him at all times, and whenever the two of you go out, he’ll keep a bag on him that has both of your favorite snacks, his first aid kit, and an extra sanitizer for you

I feel like if you had a pet, (for this head canon, let’s say a dog) he wouldn’t acknowledge it at first, opting to stay far away from it saying how animals can be ‘uncleanly’- Catch this six-foot dork petting it two hours later, his brow furrowed in concentration after it licked his face

HE IS SO COMPETITIVE. 

You two could be playing cards together and if he loses it’s immediately: “Can we have a rematch? -- Are you sure those were the rules? -- Mmm, I want to play again. I don’t think the scoring was right.” 

Oh yes, yes, yes yes, how could I possibly forget? He’ll randomly pinch the tip of your nose as a sign of affection, and he adores giving forehead kisses. I feel like he also likes to receive forehead kisses, but when you kiss him on the corner of his lips, man is dead. Flat out. Heart melted through his body and the floor

When he’s really concentrated, Sakusa’s nose scrunches up

Say you like the rain and you went dancing in the summer rain shower, barefoot and unafraid. He’d quietly follow after you, umbrella opened as he stands content nearby, holding a few towels in his hand for whenever you’re done

“You’re going to catch a cold, Y/n. Do you want to go back inside?”

Your laugh was the only thing he could hear after that, sighing gently at your adorable antics. “Omi-Omi!” You skipped over to him, going to jump into his arms, which he easily prevented with a nose pinch.

“I didn’t bring extra clothes-” 

“I love you, you know?”

Cue a wide-eyed Sakusa Kiyoomi with his heart pounding in his chest. You...you just said you loved him so...so freely like that? And for what reason?! He’d gently take your face in his hands and give you a sweet kiss after several moments.

“Gotcha,” you laughed after he pulled away, hugging him tightly

“You got me, love.” He would exasperatedly sigh, smiling contently. “And hey...I love you too, Y/n.”

Now you were the blushy one, and he was the one laughing, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head

#omg im so sorry it took me so long to write this #sakusa headcanons #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #for kiyelle <33 HER AND OMI BELONG TOGETHER #haikyu x reader #haikyu headcanons #haikyu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyu #itachiyama #anime #haikyuu komori #hq #hq headcanons

[beauvibaby]

Purple and Yellow – j.oleksiak

• Jamie Oleksiak goes through heartbreak and challenges along with his daughter but then he meets a woman who seems to catch both their hearts •

a/n: ok this is NOT proof read at all I’m sorry but I knew if I went back and did that I’d end up hating it and not wanting to post it but I know y’all wanted it so here you go!

Word Count: 6.1k

Jamie knew he was going to Seattle, and he’d be lying if he said the proposition didn’t excite him, but once his name was inked on that paper, reality came crashing in. He had to up and move his daughter, she was only three, maybe it wouldn’t be that hard. But who was he kidding, everything is hard with a three year old. And how would he explain that they wouldn’t be able to visit mommy every weekend, just like they did every weekend since. That’s all that plagued his mind as he drove home from the airport, Ivy was waiting for him, but he knew she’d succumb to her sleepiness before he could get there. His parents already texting him with a picture of her half asleep on the couch.

Then, the cars on the other side of the road slammed on their brakes, the sound of tires spinning out made everything come rushing back.

“Is this the father of Ivy Oleksiak?” Jamie didn’t even have a chance to speak before the words came across the phone, “yes, who’s speaking?” Jamie replied, heart rate picking up at the soft sigh the woman let out. “Your daughter and Miss Cora Hadley were brought into Medical City from a car accident scene.” All she said were those words before he was rushing to his feet, “are they ok?” He asked quickly, never getting a pair of shoes on so quickly in his life. “Sir, I’m not–“ “Bullshit! Is my baby and my fiancé ok?” He snapped, based on the way she whimpered, a rather young woman on the other end of the line. “Your daughter will be fine, just some scratches, the car seat did it’s job.” She spoke slowly, her breath hitching. “I think it’s best you get here as quickly as possible.” She spoke carefully, and in that moment Jamie’s heart fell to his feet like an anchor, he could feel his stomach twisting and his eyes burning. He knew what those words meant. Then he thought of Ivy and that snapped him out of his daze, he had to get there, now.

Jamie pulled into his driveway safely this night, parking beside his parents car, a sigh escaping his lips, forcing the terrible memories from two and a half years ago away. He gathered his bags, and lugged them inside, smiling at his family all asleep in the living room. That made him forget that oh so familiar ache in his chest just a little bit more. He put his bags in the corner, those could wait, but right now all he needed was to hold his baby girl. He scooped Ivy up, smiling as she fluttered her eyes open just enough to see him. “Daddy.” She murmured, “hi bug.” He inhaled the scent of her toddler shampoo, his mom always taking care of her hair the best, brushing the detangler through the unruly hair she got from her father. “Sleep with you.” Ivy whined when he started heading for her room, normally he didn’t give in, not wanting her to be dependent on him to sleep, but he needed her tonight too. “Just tonight princess.” He gave in, bringing her to his room with him, where she fell asleep instantly when he placed her on the plush bed.

Jamie laid awake, staring at the ceiling for a little while, thinking of how he would tell Ivy about having to move. “I hope you’re proud of me.” He whispered out, his tears staying pooled in his eyes as he forced himself to calm down. “Sleep daddy.” Ivy complained, nuzzling closer to him. “Hold me.”

“Jamie.” Cora whispered, hoping he was awake despite the late hour, he grunted in response, being a light sleeper ever since he found out Cora was pregnant. “Hold me.” She demanded with a light tone, her back aching and stomach bulging as Ivy kicked around in there. Jamie blindly opened his arms for her, letting her settle into his chest. “Always.” He murmured, already half asleep as she sighed in content.

“Come here baby girl.” Jamie murmured at Ivy, letting her rest her head upon his chest, Ivy was a very cuddly little girl, the second she was comfortable with you, she’d be sitting in your lap and telling you stories and anything to be touching you. It was one of Jamie’s favorite things, especially when he came home from a roadie and all she wanted was to be held by him.

***

“Daddy!” Ivy called, she managed to climb onto the bathroom counter to brush her teeth but now she was too scared to get down, “daddy!” She shrieked again, Jamie’s eyes fluttered open as he quickly took in his surroundings, “daddy, I stuck!” Ivy called, this time sounding annoyed by his lack of response. He threw the blanket off as he knew where she was stuck, this was a common occurrence. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, “and just what do you think you’re doing?” Jamie asked his daughter as she made grabby hands for him, she grinned brightly at him, “I brushed my teeth!” She answered in a duh tone, she grabbed his face once he scooped her up, kissing the tip of his nose, and he the same to her, “I’m very happy you brushed your teeth, Ivy, but you know you’re not supposed to get on the counter, that’s why we got you a stool, remember?” He explained, for easily the tenth time in the past month. “I know.” She huffed, dramatically pushing her hair back, making Jamie chuckle as he walked down the stairs, hearing his parents talking in the kitchen.

“Well, good morning sleepy heads.” Alison teased as Ivy gasped at the sight of pancakes on the counter, Jamie shook his head with a smile, placing her on the seat beside his dad, “I’ll make you a special plate.” Richard quipped to the little girl, which really just meant drawing a smiley face on it with whip cream. “Thanks mom.” Jamie gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before shuffling around to get his coffee, desperately needing the sleep kicked out of his system. “When are you going to tell her?” Alison asked, taking a small bite of her food, giving her son the side eye when he hesitated. “Today.” He gave in, knowing he absolutely had to start packing now, otherwise it would never be done in time. “So, Ivy, do you have any plans for today?” Alison shifted her attention to her granddaughter, figuring they could take her out to do something so he could get more done. “Gonna go see momma!” She cheered, some syrup smeared around her mouth.

Jamie froze, it was Saturday already, he checked his phone and felt humiliated that he had forgotten his promise to take Ivy to the cemetery. Evidently the panic was written across his face when both his parents stared at him. “Why don’t grandma and I bring you? We haven’t been there in a while.” Richard offered, rubbing Ivy’s back when she looked to Jamie for permission. “I think that would be nice, right baby?” Jamie finally found his voice, and Ivy nodded brightly, anytime she got with her grandparents was cherished. “Daddy coming to?” She asked, tilting her head as he sipped on his coffee, “I’ve got some work to do, alright, I’ll go next time.” He assured her, shooting his dad a thankful look as he quickly changed the subject before she could pester on any further.

“Ivy, I need to talk to you.” Jamie announced, he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to do it and be done. Alison nearly choked on her coffee and Richard looked at his empty plate like it was suddenly the most interesting thing. Ivy nodded, munching away on her pancakes, not understanding the severity of what was about to be said.

Jamie cleared his throat and pulled out the chair beside her, “you know how I had to go away to this new place for work, yeah?” He reminded her, “Seattle.” He said, and she nodded, “Seattle.” She repeated, not entirely perfect but good enough. “I got a job over there.” He spoke, waiting to see what she thought. “Hockey?” She asked, confusion lacing her tone. “Yes, still hockey.” Jamie chuckled softly, “it’s with a new team.” He paused, glancing away for a second, “we have to move there.” He concluded. Ivy nodded slowly, “new house?” She asked, she might be young, but she knew that moving meant not in this house. “Yeah, new house, new city, new people.” Jamie explained, panicking when she went wide eyed, “what about uncle Ro-Ro?” Ivy asked, referring to Miro, she was closest to the young defenseman as she always saw him beside her dad on the ice. The nickname had been dubbed upon him when she was learning to speak and liked to repeat things. “We can visit, baby.” Jamie spoke softly, heart breaking as she began to sniffle. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, he knew the realization was coming. “But Momma!” She sobbed.

And that completely shattered his heart.

“I know.” He picked her up, feeling her sob into his neck, “momma.” She whimpered, though she didn’t remember her, Jamie made sure to keep her an important part of her life. Ivy didn’t know that she loved going to a gravestone that much until this moment. “Hey, look at me, bug.” Jamie demanded gently, situating her to be in front of him. He sat her on the countertop and stood in front of her, “momma will always be with us, right? Isn’t that what I always say?” He explained to her. Ivy nodded slowly, she was so young but always acting older, trying to wrap her head around this. “Yeah.” She mumbled sheepishly, cheeks red and eyes puffy, she felt shy under the gaze of her grandparents. “It’s alright, daddy’s sad too.” He assured her, lowering his head to be eye level with her. She stared into his eyes, reminding him so much of Cora in that moment, and once again she kissed the tip of his nose. “No sad daddy.” She demanded, drumming her fingers on his cheek. He pecked her forehead, “alright baby.” He agreed, if she could do it, so could he, right?

***

Ivy slept the whole plane ride, which is what Jamie was hoping for as they would be meeting the moving truck at the new house, plenty of things to be done asap.

“Come on Ivy.” Jamie mumbled, carrying her off the plane as she groggily woke up, looking around slightly confused until she remembered what was going on today. “Daddy, Seattle?” She asked, lifting her head from his shoulder, he chuckled, lowering her so she wasn’t so high up on his chest. “Yeah, Seattle baby.” He assured her, her pigtails bouncing as she looked around rapidly. He smiled at her reaction to the airport alone.

“What do you think, Ivy?” Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows as the three year old spun to face him. “Love it!” She squealed, her room was twice as big in this place than her bedroom in Dallas, and Jamie told her she could pick whatever color (within reason) to have her walls painted. Of course she would love it here. Jamie looked around their new-but-empty-house one more time, sighing as he could picture Ivy growing older in this house.

Time to make it a home.

“Hi.” Ivy grinned up at one of the movers as he placed a stack of boxes in her room, Jamie just being outside the door heard her speaking, he raised an eyebrow waiting to hear the guy speak. “Hello.” The young guy spoke sweetly, chuckling at the little girl. “I’m three.” She spoke, “how old are you?” She asked, Jamie held in a snicker as he walked in. “Ivy, leave him alone, bug.” He laughed softly, the guy taking it as his excuse to go get more boxes. “Ugh.” She huffed, flopping down on her bed dramatically, Jamie rolled his eyes, looking around. “What color do you want?” He asked the opinionated little girl, he sat beside her, smiling as she stood next to him, being eye level with him. “Hmm, purple!” She gasped, looking around the currently beige room, Jamie nodded slowly, “light purple.” He countered, knowing she would want to choose the darkest shade. “Fine.” She giggled, “we can go tomorrow, alright? Today we need to focus on finding all your stuff.” He tickled her sides.

***

Ivy was tugging on Jamie’s hand, somehow spotting the paint section quicker than he could. “Slow down!” He laughed heartily, his daughter shooting him a glare as he purposely slowed his feet down. He hoisted Ivy up to see the purple swatches along the top row, she reached for a dark one, just like Jamie knew she would. He sighed, “Ivy, we agreed on light purple, what about this one?” He offered, grabbing a lavender type color, she grunted in disgust, shaking her head dramatically, her blonde curls hitting his face. “Love this one.” She pouted, holding it in front of his face.

Jamie held in a sigh as you walked past him, stopping to look at paint swatches as well. “What about this one?” Jamie compromised, it was darker than he wanted to go, but still light enough to not feel like a dungeon. Ivy’s lip began to quiver, quickly catching both Jamie and the woman’s attention. “Ivy.” Jamie sighed softly, you intervened, “you know, I wanted a dark purple room when I was your age too.” You spoke to Ivy, catching her attention as she lifted her head, Jamie shifting slightly, giving you a smile. “My dad wouldn’t let me do it.” You made a face, getting a giggle out of Ivy, “he was right though, but guess what we compromised?” You mused, holding your hand out for the paint swatches that Jamie had. He handed them over with ease, “we painted one wall, dark, the wall I had my bed on, and the rest we did light.” You explained, Jamie giving Ivy a bright smile when she looked at him like it was the greatest idea ever. “We can do that, Ivy.” He agreed, and you giggled, “glad I could be of help.” You added.

“Thank you,” Jamie paused, waiting for a name. “Y/N.” You told him, smiling at the pair, “and your name is?” You asked, already figuring the little girl's name was Ivy. “Jamie.” He introduced himself. “What are you painting?” Ivy asked boldly, not one to talk much around new people, Jamie set her down so she could look at other colors, amused by her sudden interest. “I’m painting my dining room.” You answered, squatting down to her level, “do you have any color suggestions?” You asked Ivy. Jamie gave you a look that said you really don’t have to entertain her but you just gave him a smile. “Yellow.” Ivy announced, looking at the wall and grabbing actually, a very nice swatch, it was just yellow enough. You tilted your head as you looked at it, imagining it in your space. “That’s a very pretty color, Ivy.” You told her, smiling brightly as she blushed, handing you the color sample. “Thank you, Y/N.” She spoke politely, even though the words didn’t come out perfectly, it was a great attempt. “You’re welcome.” You stood to your full height, shocking Jamie by walking over to the counter to order the paint, no hesitation that a random little girl picked it out.

“You don’t have to-“ Jamie started to say, but you shrugged, giving him a happy smile, “I just got a new place, a fresh start, yellow seems fitting.” You told him. Jamie gave you a lopsided smile, if only you knew he was doing the same. “Daddy, this ones.” Ivy gasped, giving him two swatches, he chuckled at her grammar, squatting down to her level, “you’re sure?” He asked, he knew after all it was just paint, and if it turned out so terrible, they could paint over it but he didn’t want to have to do this twice. “This one looks like momma's dress!” Ivy explained, Jamie looked at the dark purple in his hand, instantly remembering Cora in that dress, Ivy’s favorite picture of her that she kept in her room. Suddenly her color choice made sense, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop, your heart stopping at Jamie’s next words. “Yeah, I think momma would have loved this.”

Was she… dead? You tried to knock the thought from your head, they were so young, but you knew accidents happened. You quickly looked away as Jamie stood back up, “here you go ma’am.” The teenager behind the counter spoke, you took the gallon from him, shooting him a smile. “Have a good day.” You told him, offering Jamie and Ivy a wave. “Will I see you again?” Ivy asked, Jamie nearly had heart failure right there as you stopped and giggled. “Oh I don’t know sweetheart, Seattle is a really big city. But don’t you worry, if I ever see you out and about I’ll be sure to say hello.” You assured her, watching as she got all giddy and slightly hid behind her father again. “Bye.” You told him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling any wider. “Bye, Y/N.” He mumbled, seeming a little dazed as he made his way up to the counter.

***

It had been nearly a week in the new house, the walls were done, almost everything was unpacked and they were starting to feel a sense of normalcy. Jamie loved the neighborhood they ended up in, a true mix of all different people, yes their house was rather large, but it was still homey. The community was sprawling, having a little bit of everything, stand alone homes, townhomes, even some condos, there were plenty of kids around which made him feel good about his choice as he followed Ivy down the road as she rode her bike. “Slow down, Ivy.” Jamie cautioned as she was getting a good bit ahead of him, she huffed dramatically and slowed down, waiting for him to catch up. She was looking around at the houses, confused as to why they were attached, even though Jamie had explained it to her plenty of times. Ivy gasped so loudly, that you could hear it from your front lawn where you were spray painting a piece of furniture. You glanced over and did a double take.

There was absolutely no way, you refused to believe you were actually seeing this, then you saw Jamie and you were convinced the universe either loved you for letting you see him again, or hated you, as you were in ratty old painting clothes.

“Ivy!” You grinned, laughing when the little girl flew off her bike, letting it fall sideways, making Jamie groan, “hi Y/N!” She squealed running up your lawn. You smiled brightly as she hugged your leg, “Ivy.” Jamie called, giving you an apologetic smile but you shrugged it off. “Did you paint your room?” You asked the little girl as she pulled away, a pink tint to her cheeks, she nodded, her blonde curls bouncing in her ponytail. “Yay, that’s great!” You cheered, Jamie walked up behind her, “hi, Y/N. How are you?” He asked, his daughter leaning back against his legs as you two spoke. “Good, been busy making this place my own.” You laughed, motioning to the small townhome behind you. It was your first solo place, and you absolutely adored it, even if it needed some work. “Yeah, you always forget how much work it is moving into a new place.” He agreed, chuckling softly. “Did you do yellow?” Ivy asked, rocking on her feet. “I did.” You assured her, “would you two like to go in and see it?” You asked, cringing internally as you waited to look up at Jamie. “Sure.” He answered, grabbing his daughter's hand, following you inside.

You led them to the dining room, giggling as Ivy gasped, “so pretty!” She cheered, the yellow paid off, it made the space feel much more happy. “All because of you.” You told her, she asked if she could look at the pictures you had sitting on the entry table and you gave her a quick nod, giving you and Jamie a chance to talk. “Same neighborhood? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were stalking me.” You teased him lightly, getting a hearty chuckle out of him. “It is quite the coincidence.” He agreed, he felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time since he had met Cora.

It absolutely terrified him.

***

It had been a few weeks since that day, and you’d seen Ivy outside playing with another woman, Jamie not to be seen. You came out to grab your mail as she went riding by, “hi, Y/N!” She called, continuing to pedal away. “Hi, Ivy.” You spoke, you went over and introduced yourself to the girl, Taylor, finding out she was her babysitter. “Jamie must go out pretty often.” You commented to her, she shook her head, “oh no, he never goes anywhere without Ivy aside from work.” Taylor told you, “he plays hockey, I'm surprised you didn’t know that.” Taylor added, smiling as Ivy came up to the two of you. “We should be going, it’s almost dinner time.” Taylor spoke, she couldn’t be older than 20. You gave them both a smile, “yes! You don’t want to miss that.” You chuckled, bidding them a goodbye before going inside and googling Jamie.

What you found shocked you.

Jamie Oleksiak taking personal time to mourn loss of fiancé.

Jamie Oleksiak, will he be able to balance a professional career and a baby?

Will he bounce back from this?

You clicked the first article, bracing yourself as it loaded.

The date was from almost three years ago, you scrolled down and began to read…

Jamie Oleksiak has announced the sudden passing of his fiancé, Cora Hadley. Together they shared a daughter Ivy, who was also involved in the incident, she is expected to make a complete recovery.

A close friend tells us it was a severe car accident.

Our condolences to the family.

You clicked away from the article as tears burned your eyes. That was terrible. You read some of the other articles and only grew mad at how the reporters belittled his pain, only talking of how poorly his game play had been since then. And though you’d never wish that kind of loss on anyone, you know they wouldn’t be writing like that if they had felt it.

***

You and Jamie exchanged numbers, citing that it was for “neighborhood emergencies” you giggled at the thought as he was currently asking you what he should get Cora for the upcoming Christmas.

She’s the pickiest three year old ever, everyone always tells me that.

Well, what does the pickiest three year old ever like to do?

She’s either riding her bike and getting absolutely filthy or she’s inside playing dress up and being a little princess

Princess car?

They make those?!?

Oh, Jamie, I really need to take you shopping 🤦‍♀️

Tell me when and I’ll be there…

You tell me hot shot, you’re the one that plays hockey for a living.

How did you find out?

Google is a powerful thing… just kidding, Taylor told me.

Of course she did

Saturday afternoon? My parents will be in town and they want to take Ivy out for the day, so it’s a perfect excuse.

You know where I live, see you then!

He started typing, but then the dots went away and you never received another message.

You brushed it off, feeling butterflies in your stomach for the first time in years as you thought of merely shopping with Jamie for Christmas.

****

“You like him!” Your friend gushed to you as you spoke on the phone while getting ready, “no!” You rushed, only proving her point more. “Y/N, really.” Your friend, Amanda, spoke. “There’s nothing wrong with that, he’s clearly attractive and he’s a dad! He’s not going to be a jerk that just messed around with girls! It’s great.” She rambled, you sighed, pulling your jeans on with a little jump, “his fiancé died, Amanda. He could very well not be over that yet, and I wouldn’t blame him.” You explained, she went silent, “well you left that part out, how was I supposed to know.” She mumbled sheepishly. “It was almost three years ago, their baby was only six months old.” You whispered, cursing when your doorbell rang down the stairs. “Shit, shit, I have to go Amanda!” You rushed, hanging up as soon as she said bye. You adjusted the sweater you had on as you rushed down the stairs, careful not to fall flat on your face. You grabbed your purse as you walked past the counter, yelping as you stumbled and landed on your butt. So close.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Jamie called, hearing the thud, “yes, yeah, just a second.” You called out, wincing as you stood up, that was definitely going to hurt later. You finally, finally reached the door and unlocked it, pulling it open and giving him a bright smile. “Did you fall?” He asked instantly, bursting into laughter when your face went blank. “We’re not going to talk about that Jamie.” You chastised, stepping onto your little porch to leave with him. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, giving you a once over as you locked the door. “Is Ivy excited to be with your parents today?” You asked him, Jamie laughed under his breath, “so excited, she didn’t even care that I was going out.” He told you as he opened the passenger side door of his truck for you. “Thanks.” You mumbled as you slid in, your heart pounding in your chest. He shut the door and made his way around the truck as you adjusted in the seat.

“So, where to?”

****

Jamie was shocked and grimacing at the price of the princess car that he and you both knew Ivy would love. “Is she the type to give up on new toys quickly?” You asked, tilting your head as you both stared at the display, he shook his head as gave in. He had been leaning against the shelves and as he walked away you noticed his phone had fallen out of his pocket, you picked it up so no one would steal it as you waited for him to come back with a cart, and hopefully someone to help him with the box because it was not something you’d be much help with. His phone began to ring in your hand, the contact flashing across the top said mom, you let it ring, you’d tell him as soon as he came back. As soon as it stopped it was ringing again, you panicked and swiped to answer it, worried that something had happened to Ivy. “Hello?” You spoke into the phone, hearing Ivy wailing in the background. Fuck.

“Who is this?” His mother rushed, “I’m Y/N, Jamie forgot his phone he’s walking around the store– is everything alright?” You asked, cutting straight to the point, “no, we’re going to the emergency room, Ivy fell at the park and I think she broke her arm.” His mother rushed, and thankfully you saw Jamie approaching, “Jamie!” You shouted, rushing over, he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you on his phone.

“It’s your mom.” You rushed, giving it to him and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he listened to her speak over Ivy crying. “Shit, alright I’ll meet you there.” He told her, shooting you an apologetic look. “Go.” You assured him, he shook his head grabbing your hand and pulling you along, he wasn’t going to leave you stranded in a department store. “Sorry, he’ll purchase it another day!” You called to the employee who had a blank look on his face. “Let me talk to Ivy.” Jamie demanded after his mom had said something else, “daddy, it hurts!” Ivy got out between cries as his mother held the phone to her ear. “I know, princess. I’ll be there soon alright? I promise.” He assured her, finally releasing your hand as he realized he’d been holding it this whole time.

He managed to get off the phone so he could drive to the hospital, repeatedly apologizing for you being stuck with him and that this happened. “I was going to take you to lunch and ugh I’m just sorry.” You raised an eyebrow at his ramblings as you guys got stuck at a red light less than a mile from the hospital. “Jamie, stop apologizing. She’s your daughter, she always comes first, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” You soothed him, he glanced over at you, nodding softly, “reschedule the lunch?” He asked, despite the panic in his head, he still wanted to make sure you saw that he was interested in you.

“Yeah, we can reschedule, let’s just go see your baby.” You leaned over the center console, kissing his cheek as the light changed, doing a little happy dance in your head at how he blushed deeply at your actions.

“Family only.” The nurse remarked as you were about to follow Jamie to the room Ivy was in. He gave her an incredulous look, “it’s fine, go.” You assured him, pulling away from him to stay in the waiting room. He hesitated but went along, disappearing behind the doors as you picked a seat in the corner, making sure you had a sight line to the doors he went through. Over an hour went by as you sat there, scrolling through your phone, not hearing from Jamie, which you assumed was because he was being bombarded with questions of the girl who answered his phone, while also dealing with Ivy who was not going to enjoy the process of getting a cast.

Your phone chimed with a text just as you had finally decided to get off of it,

Finishing up now, sorry if my parents are a lot

You chuckled at the message, making sure you had all your items, including the little stuffy you’d bought at the hospital gift shop during your time sitting here. You stood up as you saw them walking out, Ivy draped over Jamie’s chest, half asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you.” His mom spoke, offering her hand, you repeated the sentiment, as well as with his dad. “Ivy.” You whispered, placing a hand on her back, holding the small stuffed animal in your hand, “I got you a little gift for being such a big brave girl.” You mumbled, she shifted to look at you with her puffy eyes, and pout settled deep on her lips, “thanks.” She whispered, taking it and holding it close to her chest, she kept her eyes on you as you walked behind Jamie, keeping up a conversation with his parents. And he was right, they were kind of a lot, but you pushed through, smiling when Ivy finally fell asleep in the car.

You sat in the back with Ivy, Jamie insisting you didn’t have to but you wanted to. “She handled it pretty well.” Jamie commented as he glanced back to see her asleep with her hand in yours. “She’s a tough little thing.” You agreed, glancing over at him, he gave you a heartwarming smile. “Thanks for coming with me today, I know it didn’t go to plan, but it was nice, you know… before she broke her arm.” He trailed off, pulling into your driveway to drop you off. You carefully pulled your hand from Ivy’s, she didn’t budge as she was exhausted from today.

Jamie got out to say goodbye, surprising you with a quick kiss to the cheek and a promise of that lunch date.

***

“Did some research?” You asked teasingly as Jamie took you to your favorite restaurant, you gave him a sideways glance as he parked the truck, “I may have had some assistance.” He shrugged, making you realize that’s why Ivy was grilling you the other day, when you had offered to watch her since Taylor was unavailable. “You two are trouble.” You quipped, watching him slip out wordlessly before opening your door for you. “But I’m a gentleman.” He reminded you, “a very good one at that.” You agreed, steadying yourself with his shoulders when you hoped down. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He declared, had you not wanted to kiss him so badly you would have teased him for the nervousness in his voice, but you simply looped your arms around his neck and let him sweep you off your feet with a wonderful first kiss.

The first of many.

***

Two months, and many, many, sneaky dates and stolen kisses later…

You were over at Jamie’s house, having dinner with him and Ivy, you and Jamie had gone out here and there, but most of your time was spent together with Ivy, and that’s what told him that you were the girl he needed to hang on to. Jamie wanted to take tonight to explain to Ivy that you two were dating, but he was scared, petrified even, that she would become upset and confused. You kept telling him nothing had to be done yet if he wasn’t ready, but he was, he swore he was.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked Ivy, dinner was long gone and you were playing a game of twenty questions, she wasn’t entirely aware of that but she was having fun nonetheless. “Purple! Like my mommas.” She declared, you gave her a smile, glancing over at Jamie to see how he handled it. Many conversations had happened between you two about the loss of Cora, you never wanted to rush him, and as he only gave Ivy a proud smile, you could tell he was truly ready to start the next chapter of his life again. You liked to think Cora was proud of him, for choosing you to be in their life.

“What’s yours?” Ivy countered back, giving you an inquisitive look, the closer she got to age four, the more like Jamie she seemed, and it always made you chuckle. “Yellow.” You told her, watching as she grinned, Jamie winked at you as you turned sheepish under their gaze. “Because of me?” Ivy gasped. “Yes, because of you.” You giggled, welcoming her hug when she bounced over to you. “Ivy, do you know what it means when people are dating?” Jamie asked his daughter as she stayed seated on your lap, she rested her elbows on the table, holding her head in her hands. “No but you said I’m not allowed to do that.” She spoke in a serious tone, sending you into a hysterical fit of laughter, not expecting her to be so blunt. Jamie tried not to but he joined you with a deep laugh, tipping his head back as Ivy grew impatient. “Ok, besides that.” Jamie cleared his throat, “when I say I’m dating someone that means that I really really like them and I want them to be part of our life.” He explained as best he could, you smiled from behind her at his words. Encouraging him to go on.

“Y/N and I are dating.” He spoke officially, you both held your breath as you waited for her reaction, she turned and looked at you, and then back to her dad. “You love her!” Ivy grinned, sending Jamie wide eyed and you into a wide smile as he blushed, “you love my daddy!” Ivy gasped turning to you, now he was the one grinning as you opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say. You gave her a nod, “well, it’s a bit more complicated than that when you’re our age, but yes.” You agreed with her, Jamie grabbed your hand from across the table, giving it a squeeze as Ivy climbed off your lap and started dancing around.

This had gone so much better than he had hoped.

When he was tucking her in that night while you were waiting for him on the couch, she said a few words that made him one hundred percent sure that everything was going the way it should, and that Cora even played a hand in this. “Can I have two favorite colors daddy?” Ivy asked, looking up at him sleepily as he pulled the blanket up her body, she was clinging to the stuffy you’d bought her. “Of course, bug.” He assured her, thinking that was that, but as he kissed her forehead she said, “purple and yellow are my favorites.” By the time he pulled his head back, her eyes were shut and her breathing was evening out. “Yeah, I think those are my favorites too.” He whispered.

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AN IDIOT'S GUIDE TO SURVIVING A BUG APOCALYPSE

PAIRING. PARK SUNGHOON X FEM!READER

GENRE. MEET CUTE AU, A FICKLE ATTEMPT AT COMEDY

WC. EXACTLY 2.9K

THEMES. NEIGHBOUR!SUNGHOON, THE READER IS TERRIFIED OF BUGS, MR. PARK IS JUST TOO AWKWARD BUT FLIRTY, PRETTY MUCH MY NEIGHBOUR BUT HE PRETTIER

WARNINGS. PROFANITY, BUGS, MENTIONS OF DEATH BUT IT'S JUST THE BUGS DYING IG

A/N. I literally don't know what I was on while writing this. Very much a one time thing- I ain't writing for the fandom. Not with the peer pressure omlakwkdj. But that doesn't mean y'all can take it easy and not tell me how this turned out lajdhdh. Reblogs and replies are very much appreciated! @dazumis not the bicycle guy Sunghoon, but he cute here anyway.

For the starters, there were two things you have despised all your life.

First, changes. You hated them. They were spontaneous, often too surprising and mostly awful. You could blink and there would be a major shift in your whole damn life, and you would have to adhere to it-- despite the difficulties. You never had the best coping mechanism, and that didn;t help you in the slightest. Changes only made things volatile, it messed up the regular rhythm of life ( at least to you, they did).

The second one, supposedly something you despise more than the first one-- were insects. Every kind of them. Cockroaches, spiders and every other sort of bug you didn’t even know. You liked to call them the creepy crawlies, simple and disgusting. These small, hideous and annoying little beasts absolutely disgusted you. And you had sworn they were your biggest enemies since the first day of kindergarten- the day you got stung by a bee and also saw a petty little roach gliding about in the nursery with its horrific wings.

And as they say, good luck, indeed, is a sham. While writing your page long destiny for the third year of high school, God had decided to put the two things you hated the most in a blender, mix some extra misfortune evenly. And voila! You were now sitting on the cold floor of your new apartment hall, back pressed against the door-- breathing hitched in your throat, looking around every ten seconds just to make sure no one was around to see your sorry self.

It had been less than a week since you’d moved to this town, and you already missed the city you grew up in. 

The move happened pretty fast. The past week had been a blur. And the only things you did  remember was hastily throwing your belongings into the navy blue suitcase you’d been using for ages and stuffing your red backpack with the smallest reminders of your life there, the once fully furnished but now a completely vacant duplex greeting you the next morning, and the people you grew up together and called friends hugging you one last time before a two hour long ride to a new prefecture. 

School is out, and you had just finished the second year of high school- and the move happened. Of course, the darned move, something you had seen coming for a long time- your parents weren’t the best when it came to keeping their voices low when arguing. But it still hurts.

You missed your friends, the school, that would be out for a while now. A normal Tuesday morning, and you’d already be alone at home- speeding through breakfast as your friends restlessly rang the bell of their cycles outside your house. A normal Tuesday morning, and you’d have the whole day ahead to spend with your friends.

It was a town you were born and spent almost all your life in. There were so many memories you had collected like seashells on a beach. You were never the best person to cope with changes too quickly, you hated it. Changes make things volatile- was one thing that you’d realised too early into your life. 

And to prove the point, here you were. Intentionally locked out of your messy apartment, too scared to even walk in and face the army of bugs that held it hostage. 

The side effects of the move, as you learned from your own experience with this one were the following- messy places, huge cardboard boxes taking up half of the space you are going to live in, a huge influx of insects and heightened chances of getting a heart attack due to any of the aforementioned situations.

You act brave for once, and open the door- just to close it with a loud thud as soon as you see the leader, the greatest mutant of the army, a huge itsy bitsy fucking spider. Your scream resonates through the place, and probably even reaches some of the neighbour’s places as well.

Phone now pinched to your ear, you dial your mother’s number. If those bugs had the piss and ink coloured leader, you had a ferocious birthgiver. Not the most reliable person, but the ferocity was what you needed right now.

The call was received right away and you hear an all too familiar (annoyed and bland, might I add) “hello”. Her tone screamed “what now?”, “what again?” and a slight “don’t tell me it’s a bug”. 

“Mum,” you breathe. “Trust me….”

“There’s an army of bugs inside,” the dear birthgiver laughs.

You scream in affirmation. “Help me.”

“No.”

“Then this is how I die,” you breathe violently into the receiver, enough to partially damage your poor business executive mother’s hearing. “This is it. It was nice being your only offspring, even when you were petty enough not to let me go to the arcades or buy a new phone, mother. Oh how much I wish I could use incognito when googling the how to murder and assasinate theories, I swear I was just trying to  have a Bond moment!” 

Amongst all the chattering around you heard your mum let out a pretty loud snort. “They’re just insects, not grenades, hon.”

“But trust me they will explode. I know they will.” Your voice was now octaves higher, clutching onto your phone for dear life. You hopelessly twist the doorknob with your elbow, and the door opens with a click. Almost immediately, you trip on a broomstick. The one you had thrown away and ran to your room as soon as the rally of insects started appearing.

You inhale sharply. ‘Listen, mother. You. will. Come. And. Save. your. Only. daughter. From this mess. We have a problem and an army of rabbid crawlies at home”

“You have a problem. I have two clients with resting bitch faces. And oh, some grocery shopping to be done.”

“Priorities, I see.” You deadpan with all your might, flicking your broom to drive off a tight knit group of mean crickets.

The brush end knocks onto the nearest cardboard box, sending the ceramic utensils stored inside crashing to the floor. In the blink of an eye, you jerk across into the hallway again- and stub your toe onto the doorframe in the process. A numbing pain takes over your body, but you still make sure to  scan the empty passageway again.

No one. 

Perfect. 

You finally let out a scream. And on the other side, your mother laughs.

“Why don’t you knock on the Parks' door? Mrs. Park told me her kids get back home by noon these days. I’m sure any of them would be more than willing to help. Sunghoon is a kind boy after all."

At the mention of the certain pretty boy, your heart threatens to jump out of your dry throat.

You hadn’t met the said male yet, but did have the luck (or chance) of being subjected to your parents’ continuous praise. Both of your parents had been quite vocal about their liking towards the family living right across the hall, their main object of affection and praise being the oldest son. You had heard about him from Suki, a friend you had managed to make from the daily errands, as well.

Fluffy hair, adorable smile and a detached gentleness exuding from his whole presence- he sounded too perfect to be true. Not to forget his position as a vice captain for the school’s volleyball team just added to his long list of braggable qualities.

He was surprisingly always there to help. From the late night grocery pick-up to some nice one-of-a-kind strolling with the lovely older women from the small apartment building, he went an extra mile for everyone. In whatever way, even if he deem it as much, he still made an effort- which ultimately led your mother to place her utmost trust on the boy within just days of relocating.

In that case, of course he would be more than willing to help out the neighbour’s damsel-in-fucking-distress of a daughter. But you couldn’t just meet him like this.

And by this, you didn’t only mean distressed and white like a chalk. You also meant your day two without showering, hair good enough to pass as a bird shelter. You couldn’t meet a handsome boy like that.

“I can’t-” you argue.

Your beloved birthgiver blows you a kiss from the other side. “You can and I have to go now. Meeting coming up in two minutes.”

“Don’t you dare-”

But the line goes dead. Your own mother had just betrayed you.

You would hold it against her forever. Well, if you survived the bug apocalypse-- that is.

The hallway falls silent. Sighing, you slide the phone into your pocket and clutch onto the broomstick as if it were a sword from heavens.

“Let’s make a deal,” you stare at the mutants.

The leader of chaos stares back at you with its piss yellow eyes (disclaimer: it might have been your imagination but you heard it laugh). It crawled further, and you stumbled back a few steps.

You timidly walk in, holding onto the broom for dear life.

“You!” you raise it at the monstrosity, challenging it and it’s small kingdom of spideys and non-spideys alike. The moment of glory was rather short-lived as you saw a huge cockroach flying past you almost the same time around the critter charged a few steps.

This time, you don’t remember to look around or outside. Well, you don’t have the time.

You just scream. At the top of your lungs. Oh, and you jump. Backwards in that case, without a clue of what lay behind you. 

But you cannot lose. You were brave. These lowly beasts couldn’t suppress you.

You stand straight, chest and chin high. “My mother will know about this.” more carefully than the last time, you flick the broomstick- and flinch as soon as a cockroach runs across the living area. “And she will wipe off you kin-”

“What’s going on?” 

You let out a shriek. There was someone at the door. There was a fucking homo sapien at your doorsteps, witnessing your one man shit show with an opera of insects.

Oh lord, how long had he been standing there?

You whip around, jumping back a few more steps and accidentally bump against the shoe rack. The momentum leaves you tripping on your own feet and stumble sideways. The stranger was quick on his feet as he caught you before things could get anymore embarrassing for you.

His eyes glinted in amusement, a concerned smile playing on his lips. “Slow down there, princess sofia.” he lightly teases.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out as you stare at him- all dazed and a little bit embarrassed. Breath hitched, you find him smiling at you as he gently holds your arm, his breath fanning your face.

The first initial reaction was gasping. Because man; did he look breathtaking. Your saviour wasn’t a knight in shining armor- he was a true beauty clad in black jacket and gym pants. 

“You okay?” he asks and all the rational thoughts finally hit you like a truck and you jerk out of his hold.

“Sunghoon.” the boy smiles nervously, his free hand scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Park Sunghoon? From the apartment across the hall?”

“Oh, Hi. Hello,” The familiar surname rang in your ears, eyes widening in surprise. Your reaction earns a questioning stare from him. you blink dumbly and the silver haired boy chuckles. Sugawara removes his hand off your wrist.

He looks around, tucking his hands inside his pockets. The house was messier tha how your parents had left it. The army of insects was still wreaking havoc upon the place, treating it like it was their own territory.

“Our house has been held hostage by an army of crawlies and critters,” you inform him of the emergency, using the boy as a shield- all ready to sacrifice him if needed. Your hope in humanity and a no-insect home had been restored- and there was no way you were letting go of this boy now.

A cockroach brushes past your feet and your developed spidey sense causes your body to react before you think. And yet again, you find yourself hanging onto the boy’s sleeves as he saves you from yet another fall.

“Well miss,” he informs, his tone as gentle as his arm encircling your waist. “I think they are more afraid of you than you are of them.”

“Well sir,” you deadpan. “I don’t fucking think so.”

He laughs again, louder and clearer this time. And surprisingly you feel the tension ease in. You relax in his hold, indulging in his scent that smelled something mixed with sweat and his cologne, the rise and fall of his chest oddly soothing.

You felt like a creep, but that didn’t matter as of now.

“So do you need some help?” he asks. “I mean with the crawlies.”

Your response was a loud “yes”. This apartment needed to be freed from the grips of the notorious bugs.

You step out of his arms and let him take the broomstick. “Alright, I've dealt with people crazier than this.” he murmurs to himself.

And earns a glare from you.

“Could you please kill them off?” you beg before flinching again as he murders a crawlie in one go.

“The price?’ he jokes, imitating one of your iconic broom gestures without fail.

“Anything, trust me. Anything!”

You didn’t know how long it took, but the war was something worth watching. You didn’t know if it was his smooth utilisation of his athletic abilities or how he held the broom, it was fun. And very quick. The leader of doom, the big itsy bitsy had been discarded already- and you could finally breathe in peace.

“So?” you hear him laugh as he cleans up the mess you had caused.

“The army has been defeated.” You happily state- eyeing his movements closely from the couch.

The pretty boy throws his head back, and you feel the sound of his laughs cause a shift in your stomach. He was cute. And brave.

He walks over to where you were sitting. And the next thing you know is the spot next to you dipping as he sat down, huffing a little. He smiles, and you could swear the whole room lit up.

“That-” you start, smiling like an idiot. “Was impressive. Thank you.”

The brunet grins, eyes glinting with amusement. “Sure, I mean, couldn’t just see a pretty girl like that.” 

Your heart does a backflip inside your chest. Not only was he an insect killer extraordinaire, but a charmer as well. And it had hardly been Minutes? Hours? You didn't know- but he already felt like an irreplaceable part of your life for some dumb reason. His laughs, his presence itself was like a summer breeze, soothing and refreshing. You take a moment to study his profile, his long eyelashes, how his lip is curved upwards into an enchanting smile.

“W-welcome-” you stutter, your train of thoughts now crashing against the junctions.

Sunghoon lets out a sigh, still smiling. “Are you happy?”

You stuttered out a small yes and he wanted to clutch at his heart for the sheer amount of cuteness. 

“But I'm not.'' he closes his eyes, leaning back against the couch for comfort. Your head shoots up in his direction- mind running a thousand miles per hour. 

Sunghoon gets up, hands tucked in his pockets. It was hard to read his face- almost half of which was curtained with his soft brown bangs. He makes his way to the exit, and hands already clammy- you follow him. Not too far behind, a thousand instances running through your mind.

You had met one beautiful boy after you didn’t even know how long-- and even offended him in one go. Way to go, I guess.

But thankfully, Sunghoon words refrained you from ripping off your own hair. 

“Someone promised me they’d do anything if their house was free from the grip of what we know as the creepy crawlies.” You could hear the mischief in his voice, as he leaned against the slightly opened door. Head against the frame, a devious grin gracing his stupid pretty face.

You gasp at that. So it was about the payback all along. A sigh you didn’t even know you were holding escapes your mouth. You break into a wide smile.

“So what do you want, Mr. refreshing?” Your nickname takes him by surprise. But it isn;t too long until he too, cracks into a toothy grin. 

He draws closer, his breath fanning your face again. You wrinkle your eyes in confusion, resulting in his smile to widen more. Suga shakes his head in amusement at that, taking your phone that lay on the table and pressing his number.

“Movie night?” he smiles, eyes glued to the screen. “We can set a date.”

You flush a little more, “A d-date?”

“You don’t think I go all the way killing tarantulas and crawlies for everyone?”

“Y-you don’t?”

Park Sunghoon, in all his blinding glory of handsomeness, bursts into laughter, and you do too. Although you were never the biggest fan of changes, you didn’t feel as reluctant or scared anymore.

Not when you had him. 

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