#sara is so cute who gave her the right

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Tease-Sam Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, smoking, oral sex (male and fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, language, MINORS DNI.

A/N: Okay. This is my first Sammy fic, so be kind. 🥺 I think Sam is such a sub, so I tried my best at making him one. I hope you all enjoy it.

-Ken

Your jaw clenched as you reached for your glass. Your eyes burning into the back of his head. He had to feel your gaze scorching him. He was choosing to ignore it. Ignore you. You watched as he fluttered around the pool table, following the petite blonde with fake tits, like a lost puppy dog.

You took a sip of the cool liquid, hoping to extinguish the fire burning deep in your stomach. You knew why he was doing this. The dark little part of him he only let you see, wanted you seething and green with envy. You watched as the game of pool came to an end. Sam leaned a hip on the table, facing the nameless blonde, and you. You stared at him as you noticed his eyes glued to her chest. Your heart pounded as he flicked his eyes up, past her, landing on yours, a cocky smirk planted on his face. Then his attention was back on her.

That's it. You were going to drag him out of this bar by his luscious locks and teach him a lesson. Your hands gripped the table, preparing for your attack, but you were stopped by a light tap on the wrist. You turned your head to Josh, who was seated next to you.

"Everything okay?" He raised an eyebrow, unaware of the game being played by you and Sam.

You cleared your throat, easing back into the booth. You scanned the faces of everyone at the table. Jake gave you a knowing smile like he knew what the darkness in your eyes meant, like he had been there before. Danny's puppy dog eyes were filled with questions.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything is good." You took a deep breath and painted on your best smile.

The boys continued their conversations about the band, the tour, and all things Greta. You stayed focused on them and ignored Sammy's childish antics. For the most part. You kept him as a blur in your peripheral, noticing how his head seemed to be turned towards you more often.

...

"I was absolutely killing it in pool tonight. Did ya see?" Sam turned his head to you before looking back at the road.

He had been non-stop talking since you got in the car. You hadn't gotten a word in, not that you had anything to say. Your mind was buzzing with all the possibilities of punishment you could inflict once you were home. Your eyes were focused on the road. You decided to let Sam drive home, which only happened every so often. He was a passenger princess in every sense of the phrase.

"That blonde was pretty cute. Sara."

You could feel the scummy smile he had on his face after he spoke. Your jaw clenched, but you forbid yourself from reacting further. You pulled an almost full pack of cigarettes from the passenger side pocket, slipping one out. You rolled the window down and lit it with the lighter from the same location. You inhaled deeply and then exhaled a stream of smoke out the window.

You were not a regular smoker. You smoked when you drank, and when you were extremely cross. Right now, you didn't know which reason was the source of your craving. Sam held his pointer and middle fingers to you, signaling he wanted a drag. You took another puff, then tossed it out the window. He mumbled something under his breath as he turned into the driveway.

You made your way out of the car, taking your time to check your belongings. You didn't want to expose your excitement. You sauntered to the front door behind Sam and waited as he fumbled with the key. You noticed his hands shaking slightly despite his cool demeanor. He knew he was in trouble.

He finally opened the door, letting you walk in first. You hung your purse on one of the hooks hanging in the foyer. You turned to Sam. His eyes were on you as he slipped his shoes off. You smiled and slowly closed the space between you. Your fingers lightly feathered over the exposed skin peeking behind his half buttoned shirt. He let out a shakey breath, watching you with caution.

"Why so nervous, Sam?" You looked up at him with furrowed brows. "Are you worried you did something wrong?" You reached a hand up, stroking his cheek.

He licked his lips as he moved his hands to grab your waist. Before he could make contact, you grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling down sharply until he was on his knees in front of you, hissing at your grasp. You leaned down to his eye level.

"You think it's cute to make me look like a fool, Sammy?" You asked. Your tone no different than asking someone for the time.

His mouth hung open while his eyes focused on your lips. You reased his hair from your fist. You stood up and placed the sole of your high-heeled shoe on his chest.

"Take it off." You looked down at him with a raised brow.

His eyes traced up your leg to the edge of your skirt. He could see the hot pink thong hugging your cunt. He swallowed hard before moving his hands to the thick strap around your ankle.

"I'm sorry." He spoke in a hushed tone. He slipped your foot from your shoe, kissing the top of it.

You sat it on the ground and replaced it with your other foot. "Quiet." You answered back sternly. His mouth opened to speak. You dug your heel into his chest with light pressure, warning him to keep it to himself. He took the hint and finished his work, removing your shoe.

"Go kneel in front of the couch. I'll be there shortly." He stood up and moved eagerly past you. You noted the impression of his hard cock though his pants as he went by.

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass and a bottle of your favorite sweet white wine. You poured yourself a glass and took a slow sip. You knew Sam would be antsy. Rubbing his moist palms on his slacks, trying to peek his head around the corner to see if you were coming. You wanted him to sweat. You smirked, taking another sip before heading to the living room.

He was sitting on his knees, his back to you, facing the couch just like you had asked. You padded your way to him, raking your fingernails through his sleek locks.

"Look at you sitting so pretty for me, Sammy. You're such a good boy when you listen." He took a sharp inhale at your praises.

You moved into the small gap between him and the couch and sat down. You placed a foot on either side of his legs and let your knees fall apart while you relaxed back into the cushions. He started hungrily at your center.

"Can I touch you, baby? Please?" He looked up with longing eyes, his fingers twitching.

You ran your pointer finger around the edge of your glass, watching as it indented the skin.

"Hmm. I don't know. Do you feel like you've earned it?" You looked down at him, tilting your head to the side in question.

You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes fluttered closed as he cleared his throat.

"I said I was sorry. I shouldn't have talked to that girl." His eyes opened, deep and sorrowful.

"Oh, Sammy." You leaned forward, grabbing his chin and pulling him to you until your lips were almost touching. "You're not sorry. But you're gonna be."

You smiled as you leaned back, taking a sip of your wine before sitting it on the end table. You traced your fingers down your sides until you got to the hem of your dress. You curled your fingers under it and pulled up slowly. Sam's eyes followed your movements, licking his lips in anticipation. You lifted your hips, pulling your dress over your ass and stopping once your lower half was exposed. You heard the soft groan he let out as he gazed at your heat through the lace of your panties.

"You're gonna lick my pussy until I decide you're sorry. Got it?" You spread your legs a little wider and slipped a finger into the side of your panties, pulling them to the side. He leaned in, breathing you in deeply.

"Yes, ma'am. I got it." His eyes locked on yours as he stuck out his tongue, running it from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned softly, letting your head fall back. He swirled his tongue around your swollen clit before taking it between his lips, sucking gently. You looked down at him, your chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes were closed, lost in pleasing you. Your fingers locked into his hair and tugged. His eyes opened and found yours.

"Fuck, Sam. You're so pretty between my legs." You breathed out.

He pulled away from you, his lips puffy and pink from sucking you.

"Touch me, Sammy," you whined softly, releasing your grasp on his hair.

He eagerly slid his hands up your legs to your inner thighs. He leaned down and placed light kisses to your skin, letting his slender fingers find your heat. He rested his cheek on the top of your thigh as he slipped through your folds, rubbing slow circles on your bud. Your hips bucked into his touch, silently signaling your want for more. He moved his hand from you and parted his lips, bringing his glistening fingers to them. You let out an involuntary gasp as you watched his tongue coat his fingers in his saliva.

He smirked as he brought them down to your entrance, teasing you before slipping them in at a leisurely pace. He watched as you sucked him in. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making it shine. He curled upwards once he was down to his second knuckle. You reached a hand down, grabbing his wrist and digging your nails into his skin delicately. Your eyes closed as you arched your back off the couch.

He pumped in and out of you, setting a steady pace, the thumb of his other hand rubbing your throbbing clit.

"Yes, Sam. Don't stop," you moaned out, letting your head fall back.

"Yeah? Does that feel good, mommy?" He asked just above a whisper.

You clenched around him as the words left his mouth. He had never called you mommy before, and you felt like you should be ashamed of how much it turned you on, but you weren't. You squeezed his wrist firmly as you tried to push him out of you.

"Come here." Your voiced cracked as you tried to keep your dominant persona present.

He stood up and leaned over you. He placed his wet fingers to your lips, and you graciously accepted them in. He watched with lidded eyes and a slack jaw as you swirled your tongue around them. He removed his fingers then placed his hands on either side of your head, the back of the couch supporting his weight as he leaned further into you. His lips pressed into yours with a fiery need. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. You let out a breathy moan as your pussy clenched around nothing.

You reached your hands out to his chest, fingers fumbling with the few closed buttons on his shirt. He smiled against your lips, clearly amused at how desperate you seemed for him. He straightened and shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drift to the floor.

"Pants too," you instructed, gaining some composure.

You watched the muscles in his hands flex under the skin as he undid the button and fly of his pants. He let them fall to the ground, running a hand through his hair as he stepped out of them. You stood from the couch, taking a step so you were inches from his face. Your eyes scanning over his beautiful features as your hands ran up his sides.

"Sit down." You took a side step, unblocking his path to the couch.

He raised an eyebrow before moving to sit. He leaned back with his arms stretched out on the back of the couch, his legs spread. You stood in front of him, slipping your fingers under the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up over your head.

His eyes watched you as you slid your bra straps down your shoulders and unhooked it from behind, letting it fall to the ground. His tongue glided over his plush lips, his hard cock straining against the fabric of his underwear.

"You're so fucking sexy." His head shaking in disbelief as he spoke.

You smiled, pushing your panties down your legs, moving between his legs as you stepped out of them. You sank to your knees in front of him, your hands sliding up his thighs to the waistband of his boxers. He groaned when your fingers found their way in, pulling him free from his confinement. You kissed the tip of his warm cock, already leaking with pre-cum and throbbing in your hand.

"Looks like someone is eager." You winked before parting your lips, taking him into your mouth.

His head snapped back while his hands found your hair. "Oh god," he moaned out in relief.

You swallowed him down until he hit the back of your throat. He hissed and yanked your hair at the root, causing you to moan against him. The vibrations making him whimper. You bobbed up and down on him until his moans grew louder and closer together. You popped off of him, wiping the corners of your mouth. He whined in protest, his eyes begging for more.

"You don't get to cum yet, silly. You have to take care of mama first." You straddled him while you spoke, the tip of his cock resting on your clit.

You rocked your hips over him slowly. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth hung open. You leaned into him, kissing his lips while you reached between your legs, wrapping your fingers around his cock. You pushed it into your entrance, making you both sigh into each other's mouths.

You leaned back and placed your hands on his knees, giving him full view of him sliding in and out of you. You moved your hips up and down on him slowly. He slid a hand up your chest and wrapped loosely around the side of your neck.

"Jesus, y/n. You feel. So. Fucking. Good." His eyebrows scrunched together while he bit down on his bottom lip.

His kept his eyes on the space where you connected, soft whines escaping him. You leaned your head back, focusing on keeping a steady pace and the delicious feeling of him filling you up. You panted and moaned for him. His cock always felt like it was made for you. You fit perfectly together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

You felt his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. You lifted your head, looking down to where his fingers were, then up to him. A light sheen of sweat was shining on his forehead. His eyes, dark and full of lust, burned into yours.

"Oh fuck, Sammy. Right there, don't stop." You breathed, your hips moving up and down on him faster as the fire ignited in your core.

You clenched around him, a sinfully whiney moan escaping him. You smirked, pleased with the way you were making him come undone.

"You think your little slut would fuck you this good?" You asked, sitting up and digging your fingers into his shoulders.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you as you stilled in his lap. Your lips found his neck, leaving slow, sloppy, wet kisses to his jaw. His hands found your hips, squeezing firmly.

"Tell me, Sam. Would she?" Your teeth grazed against his cheek as his chest heaved against yours.

He swallowed hard and took a trembling breath before answering. "No. No one can make me feel as good as you do." He wiggled his hips, trying desperately to get you to move on him.

"Good boy," you hummed in his ear before lifting up and dropping down on his cock again.

He gasped, throwing his head back. You wrapped an arm around his neck, using your free hand to grab his chin, tilting his head back up.

"Look at me,” you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours as you panted and moaned, the wet, slapping noises as you bounced on him added fuel to the fire burning inside of you. He was so fucking pretty. You traced over his face, taking him in. His blushed cheeks, his tongue darting out every so often wetting his plush lips, the adoration swimming in his eyes.

"You're so good to me. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your pussy. This delicious, velvet-soft pussy. Fuck, baby." He clenched his jaw as he snaked his arms around your waist. He held you down as he lifted his hips and fucked into you.

His words and sudden action made you explode. "Fuck, Sam. I'm coming. Fuck!" You squealed as the fire spread through every inch of you.

"That's right. Cum on this cock, sweetheart. Yes!" He pounded you through your orgasm until he was shaking. You knew he wasn't far behind.

"Fill me up, baby. Need it so bad. Please, Sammy." You whimpered, giving him your best doe eyes and pouty lips.

He thrusted a few times before he grunted, his eyes squeezing shut. His mouth hung open, moaning your name while he pumped you full of his warmth. You rested your forehead on his, both of you trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he leaned into you, his lips connecting with yours. He kissed you so tenderly that you could have cried.

"I love you, angel." He whispered, pulling back and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, his finger swiping it away as you smiled. "I love you too, Sam."

"I know." He kissed your cheek and pulled you against him, squeezing you tight.

You rested your head on his shoulder as your hearts beat in unison against each other. You were one in the same. He was yours, and you were his. You sniffled, lifting your head.

"Take a bath with me?" You asked, running your hand though his hair.

He nodded, helping you off of him. He padded off to the bathroom to start the bath while you went to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of wine and two glasses.

...

You laid against his chest in the warm, bubbly water. Soft music flowed from the small speaker on the bathroom counter as you talked and laughed with him, looking forward to snuggling up with him in bed and drifting into a dream-filled sleep.

#greta van fleet #greta van smut #gvf #starcatcher #greta van fic #sammy kiszka fic #sammy kiszka smut #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka #sam kiszka gvf #sammy gvf #sam fluff

[illfoandillfie]

pre-outbreak, meeting Joel at the craft store when he’s in desperate need of materials for a project Sara has to finish for class tonight

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 6

Such a cute prompt!

This is a bit of a short one lmao but hopefully still cute.

Warnings: do i know how to write kids? absolutely not. otherwise it's all fluff so no warnings.

You were trying to convince yourself that you didn’t need to buy another set of stamps or any more inks to go with them, and losing the argument, when you felt the tap on your shoulder.   “‘Scuse me miss, sorry to interrupt but can you help me?”  You turned and instantly felt flustered, and not just because it was awkward being confused for someone who worked in the craft store. The man who’d asked for your help was very handsome, though somewhat stressed and definitely in need of a decent sleep.   “I’m sorry, I don’t work here,”   “My mistake. Have a good afternoon.”  You felt a little bad. He was clearly frazzled and you spent enough time in the store to be able to help. And as he turned to walk away, you caught sight of a young girl close behind him.  “Wait. Maybe I can help. I practically live here so...” you trailed off wishing you’d kept that last bit to yourself.   “I don’t want to keep you,” he held his hands up as he spoke and you noticed there was no ring. It suddenly made more sense why he seemed so stressed.  “Please, you’re only keeping me from going broke buying craft supplies. What are you looking for?”  “Um, well, my daughter, Sarah,” the girl stayed close to her father’s side but gave you a smile and a small wave, “has a project due tomorrow that she forgot about. She’s meant to have made a, what was it again babygirl?” The last part had been addressed to his daughter but you nearly missed her answer, so focused on the adorable pet name and what he might call, say, a girlfriend. "A diorama of the solar system."  "Well?" he asked when you didn't respond right away, "Can we find what we need here?" "Oh," you laughed shaking off momentary lapse, "Yeah, I think so. You’ll need a basket though, there’s going to be a fair few foam balls.”  The man seemed to visibly relax in front of your eyes, his shoulders suddenly less tense, “Thank you so much, I was so lost.”  You giggled again, “Don’t worry, this is my kind of project. But maybe you could buy me a coffee sometime to thank me.”  He seemed a little taken aback, a slight blush rising to his cheeks but he nodded, “Yeah, I’d be happy to, uhh,”  “I’m Y/N.”  “Joel.”  You noticed Sarah watching this exchange and felt suddenly awkward. “Uhhh right, okay, let’s start with some paints.” you led both of them down a nearby aisle, "You'll need lots of paint."

#my writing #blurb advent 2023 #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine

[romanoffsbish]

She Used to be Mine

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Top!Natasha x Bottom!Reader

Natasha G!P — Potentially the only one I’ll ever write tbh, as it’s not exactly my thing, but someone had asked me to write one and it fit the idea for this fic.

Dick riding, unprotected sex, breeding, nipple play

Song Fic—From the Waitress musical, written and performed by Sara Bareiles

Angst… Fluff sprinkled in the form of memories.

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So Sorry (Part 2)

Another day of opening up the coffee shop, where you plaster a smile upon your face, make small talk with strangers, and do your best to avoid the regulars. The same place that used to be a pinnacle of happiness for you, now did no more than to drain you of your remaining spark.

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Your dull eyes would've given you away instantly, so you chose to focus on staying behind the scenes, but sometimes you couldn't get that lucky.

"Y/N, sweetheart, it's been far too long." Margaret beams, as she wraps her frail arms around your shoulders, and almost immediately drops her hands to your tiny bump.

"Who's the lucky second party? Did the redhead finally agree to settling down?" She asks, and you know she means well, but you still cringe at the obvious disregard to your bodily autonomy, and also the sheer reminding that you're alone and with child.

She really left—Natasha Romanoff—the woman who promised you her forever actually left.

She'd loved you so well, and then just left with the cowards phrase: "I'm no good for you, you'll be safer this way."

As if she has any right to make that decision for you, you'd felt used, and worthless when she walked out of that door, after "making love" to you as if her life had depended on it.

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It's not simple to say, most days I don't recognize me... These shoes and this apron, that place and its patrons, have taken more than I gave 'em... It's not easy to know... I'm not anything like I used to be, although it's true; I was never attention sweet center, I still remember that girl.

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The relationship was nothing short of magical, she had swept you off your feet, and for the better part of two years she'd coveted you. Super cliché meet cute, where she enters your place of work, and everything just seemed to click. Extravagant dates, passionate nights, and words of assurance whispered in the dark, and in the end it added up to nothing.

It's been two months since she left, and you just keep reliving your final moments together.

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You'd woken up once you felt a body hovering above yours, eyes opening slowly to meet a gorgeous set of green. The moonlight shone off of them just right, and your heart clenched at the subtle sadness pooling behind them.

Natasha's face was unreadable, between her beautiful, yet sad eyes, and her sweet smile, it was hard to place what was on her mind. She leaned down, distracting you from her state as she captured your lips with hers, and subtly ground her hips into yours, clouding your mind within an instant.

A wanton moan erupted from your throat as her hardened member brushed against your thinly clothed core.

"I love you..." She whispered against your lips, then she leans back on her calves, moving to slip her top and sport bra off in one movement.

Your hands began to roam her body, pulling at the hem of her boxers, before gently dipping in to wrap your hand around her cock. Her body shudders above you, as her mouth falls open at the delicious pressure you're currently applying to her shaft.

Normally she'd remove your hand, maybe even punish you for not asking first, but the carnality of it all seems to not be in the air tonight. Something unspoken hangs in the air instead, as she moves her hips to help move the hand job along.

"Wait... Detka... I-I want to feel you wrapped around me..." She whimpers, and you slowly retract your hand from her shaft.

She slips her boxers off, then crashes her lips to yours in a hungry kiss, driving you absolutely up the wall at the clear desperation you can feel behind her movements. With quick hands, she manages to remove your clothing, with hardly any separation of your lips.

Her tip nudges at your entrance, as her tongue expectantly slips past your lips as you moan at the slightest of intrusions. As her tongue slides over yours, her hand slides between your bodies, and her thumb grazes over your throbbing clit, and you gasp into her mouth. She slowly presses more of her length into you, and your eyes brim with tears at the way she stretches you out so deliciously.

Trailing her lips upwards, she lightly kisses at your cheeks, then glides her tongue over your tear streaks before she's dropping her lips to your collarbones, while thrusting the rest of her cock into you. Groans fall passed both of your lips as the pleasure overtakes her body from your warm walls suffocating her, and yours at the sudden fullness you're feeling.

This is the first time Natasha's ever been inside of you naturally, having—up until this point, always used protection. Every ridge is more prominent, and your heads reeling at the newfound feeling.

Natasha slowly pulls out, dragging her veiny cock across your walls, before instantly slamming back in with force. Your eyes roll back inside your head, as your back arches, and your hands scratch intense red marks into her back at the pleasure that is overriding your senses.

The pace starts slow, as Natasha kisses across your collarbones, and thrusts in and out of you at a barely even registered speed. Your pitiful whines do nothing more than to spur her teasing pace on, as she smirks against your skin once she feels that you're taking matters into your own hands.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her closer, and pushing her in that much deeper. Your feet dig into her back, as your hips move downwards against her cock. She chuckles lightly, then grapples at your hips with bruising force to hold you still.

"I got you dorogoy, just relax..."

Her hips then pick up the pace, as she's now slamming into your drenched cunt with ease, and your heads thrown back in pleasure with your mouth agape, and eyes tightly shut.

"You're so tight, detka..." She grunts against your collarbones

Her breathing and movements become increasingly erratic, as you feel her cock slightly twitching inside of you. Your body trembles with immense pleasure as you're equally as close, and your muddled thoughts of her pulling out are drowned out as you passionately meet her thrusts.

"Fuck, detka I'm about to..." She moans, cutting herself off as her orgasm comes flooding out of her.

As her cum paints your walls, you moan against her lips that are now on yours, as your orgasm washes over you. She continues to thrust into you as her cock hardens once more and her lips move against yours with purpose.

"I love you..." She moans against your lips, as your walls clench around her cock.

Against your protests—she pulls out, but then she flips you over, lifts your ass into the air and then slams back into you.

"God, you're so beautiful detka..." She whispers against your shoulder blades, then proceeds to suck marks into your skin, while she continues to take you from behind.

Her hot breaths fall against the nape of your neck, and your body continues to tremble beneath hers. Hands trail around your body, as one gropes at your breasts, pinching at your nipples, and the other moves down to rub at your clit.

"Cum for mommy, paint my cock with your arousal baby..."

A whorish moan rips from your throat, and your vision becomes spotty as she bites into your shoulder, and floods your pussy with her ejaculate once more, throwing you over the edge of total bliss.

She collapses against your body, leaving herself inside of your warm, velvety walls, and the room echos with the sound of your collective raggedy breaths. Once you'd started to become restless, you'd began to squirm slightly, and could feel as her penis became rock hard again.

"Detka... I want you to ride mommy..." She groans into your ear, and a whimper of need tumbled passed your lips.

She slowly pulled out of you, then gently rolled you over, gawking at the excess cum dripping from your core. Her fingers trail up your thighs, then grazes over your clit, before taking two of her fingers and scooping up the product of your combined arousals.

Your eyes locked on her glistening fingers, and widened at the sheer amount present upon her fingers. She smirked down at you before guiding her fingers to your lips, and upon tapping your bottom lip, you'd stuck your tongue out to get a taste. Your eyes closed tightly, releasing a languid moan, then gagged as Natasha had pushed her fingers passed your lips.

With your eyes locked, you ran your tongue over her fingers, then lightly suckled on them until all remnants of cum had now coated your throat. You released her fingers, and watched as a trail of spit followed them upon leaving your mouth. She leaned down to connect her lips to yours, instantly deepening it and groaning at the taste of your combined arousals as her tongue glided over yours.

Your dopey smile warmed her heart, as she pulled back, so she'd leaned down to repeatedly lay sweet kisses all over your face, and whispering an overload of  'I love you's.' Then she'd pulled you up onto your feet, before lying down on the bed, and beckoning you to follow.

With shaky legs, you'd still managed to climb into the bed, and straddle her thighs. She'd smiled up at you before gripping her cock, and slapping your sensitive core with it.

"Climb on detka, I want to watch you come undone while you ride me..."

Your whimpers were rather loud as she edged her tip passed your overly sensitive folds and into your entrance. Hands on your hips gently pulled you down until your bottomed out, and then the guided up to cup your breasts.

“Go on detka…” She encouraged, and your hips were moving with purpose.

Natasha watched in awe, as your breasts bounced, and soon groaned when you’d started to grind down at a different angle. Your hips now rolled with deliberate intentions, as you’d bounced tirelessly to pull the both of you towards climax.

Your exhaustion was becoming obvious to your lover, as she watched your moves slowing, and your skin glistening in sweat she found herself fascinated. Marks littered your skin, in chaotic bursts, and she appreciated them with the tracing of her thumbs.

A whine fell from your lips as Natasha gripped your hips to stall your movements, then she planted her feet on the bed and aggressively thrusted her hips up. The tip of her dick swiped at the spongey walls, and your body fell forward, as Natasha’s name came out of your mouth in a loud moan.

“Shit… Shit…”

Natasha loudly groaned as your arousal coated her dick for the third time, and slowly trickled out of you and smeared across her thighs as you’d continued sloppily bouncing to help her cum, and to prolong your high.

She’s stopped your movements though, then flipped the both of you over, and swiftly pulled out. You watched as she gripped at her shaft, then began to rub at it aggressively; sloshing sounds filled the room as her hand slid up and down and her breathing was ragged. Natasha stared down at your lip caught between your teeth, and the coil inside her burst, as she busted all over your abdomen.

Her body slumped forward, held up by her arms on either side of your head, as she worked to catch her breath.

“You did so good for me… I-I just love you so much…” She whispered, and the sadness from before is far more prominent in her gaze, as unshed tears fill her eyes.

Natasha kissed your lips tenderly, then she slipped out of the bed, and went to the restroom to collect a wet rag, then to the mini fridge in your room to get a water bottle. She’d returned to see your eyes slipped shut, and she simply admired your beauty.

“Detka, I need you to wake up, I need to clean you up and you need to drink some water.” She rasped out, and your eyes gently fluttered open.

She smiled at you, as you dreamily stared up at her, then she took the warm rag to clean up your puffy, entirely too sensitive core. She trailed her fingers over your sides in an attempt to distract you, while she cleaned you up. Another warm rag was used to clean up your abdomen, then a final one was used to wipe away at the sweat on your face and collarbones.

She then tilted the bottle to your lips, and held it there until she’d felt you’d had enough, then she slid a pair of panties, and a tshirt on your body before climbing back into bed. You crawled up, and nuzzled into her side.

“I love you too Nat, wholeheartedly so.” You mumble against her shoulder, as you fall asleep against her chest.

Natasha watches you sleep, listening to the sounds of your breathing, and finding comfort in the rise and fall of your chest.

“I love you so much..” She cries out in a broken whisper, as silent sobs wrack her body, and she cries until her body passes out.

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You'd woken up to empty sheets once again, saddened at the thought that your lover might've been pulled away for a mission. You stumbled down the stares on shaky legs, shockingly finding Natasha on the couch with her head in her hands, and what appears to be the entirety of her belongings in two suitcases and a duffle besides her feet.

Your heart sunk at the sight, knowing exactly what was coming; she'd always warned you to be wary of giving her your heart. She'd almost promised you she'd break it, you'd just been careless enough not to believe her.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, but it's over... You'll be safer this way."

"No." You whimper, an air of anger present in your tone.

"I'm not good enough for you. Take care of yourself, I'm sorry I can't stay... I'll always love you."

She'd given you no chance to speak, as she settled her key onto the counter, walking out of the door, and subsequently right out of your life.

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Making love to you was her way of saying goodbye, and you hate her for it, because it's led you to where you are now. You're simply a shell of who you once were, nothing more than an incubator for the products of the lost love you'd once held so close to your heart.

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It was another one of those Fall days at the cafe, the ones that drove you crazy, as the hipsters flooded the shop in search of an 'authentic' pumpkin spice latte, the kind that Starbucks couldn't give them.

You rolled your eyes as you pumped the 'authentic' pumpkin syrup into the mixing container, before turning with a smile as you called for Sarah, Maria, and Linda to come collect their cinnamon covered mugs. Then you watched on amusedly as they angled their cups just 'right' to capture the sun rays peeking through the windows, and the shops logo. You chuckled lightly to yourself, before taking the lull in customers as an opportunity to clean up before the closing shift comes to switch out with you.

You were mindlessly dancing along to the music coming through the speakers, as you wiped the machines down.

"Nice moves." A woman says through a smirk, and you yelp at the unexpected interruption. The normal chime of the door hadn't rang through your ears, so you'd mistakenly thought you were alone.

"Um. Sorry about that..." You chuckle, before tossing the rag to the side before turning around to face her.

You were instantly frozen in your spot, as you stared at the gorgeous redhead before you, the same one you'd seen on the news countless times for her efforts to save the world. Her obvious chuckle shook you from your state of shock, so you approached the register with your gaze down.

"What can I get started for you?"

"How about a large black coffee, that orange scone, and I wouldn't be opposed to your number."

The marker on the cup glided across in a squiggle as you choked at her forward statement.

"Coming right up." You squeak out, then turn to collect her order.

Feeling bold, you'd written your name and number upon the snack bag, and then turned to give her the coffee and scone.

"Order for Natasha." You call out, and she gently takes it from your hand, slightly running her fingers across yours in the process.

"I never gave you my name." She quips, with a devious smirk, and wink, once again your gaze falls to the floor.

"Well, I'd love to stay and continue this exhilarating conversation, but I really do have to go. I'll be in touch Y/N." She muses, as she lightly squeezes your hand, then shockingly leans across the counter to kiss your cheek.

You'd been eternally grateful that the shop was empty, your dancing had continued, far more vibrantly as you found yourself floating on cloud nine after the interaction.

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Natasha had stolen your heart from the very start, and now she'd gone and broken it. Now she's off on some year long mission, leaving you unable to even speak to her, or tell her about the pregnancy.

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She's imperfect but she tries; She is good but she lies;

She is hard on herself;

She is broken and won't ask for help;

She is messy but she's kind;

She is lonely most of the time;

She is all of this mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie...

She is gone but she used to be mine.

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You were stood there halfheartedly drying dishes, as you try to remember who you were before all of this, clinging to the memories of what once was...

"Hey Y/N, how have you been? I'm doing well, Sam finally proposed, after like five years..." You vaguely hear Mark say, as he throws his apron on before heading to the front to start his shift.

You mutter a quick congratulations, before slipping your apron off and grabbing your belongings to leave with a simple wave.

On your walk home from the coffee shop, you'd been daydreaming of what you'd say to Natasha once you saw her again.

"Hey, I know you left me, but I'm harboring your kids..."

"Hey asshole, your the cause of this pregnancy pouch, pay up..."

"I still love you... Please, I'm sure we could make all of this work..."

As you turn onto your street, oblivious to your surroundings, you hardly have a chance to react as you're being thrown into a van.

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It's not what I asked for

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door, and carves out a person, and makes you believe it's all true...

And now I've got you, and you're not what I asked for...

If I'm honest I know I would give it all back

For a chance to start over, and rewrite an ending or two...

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As you came to, you ignored the dull pounding residing in your head, trying your damndest to get out of the restraints holding you to the damn chair.

"It's of no use Miss Y/L/N, even if you got out of your restraints, you're no match for my men." An older Russian man mutters, you listen to the clanking of ice in his glass of whiskey, as he makes his way to stand before you.

"What the fuck do you want with me?" You growl out, panic present in your features, and the man laughs at your outburst.

"You've got spunk, now I see why Natalia likes you so much."

Great... It all comes back to her...

"She likes me? Could've fooled me, since she left me with hardly a word." You bitterly chuckle out, and he looks at you with eyes full of faux sympathy.

"Trust, my girls are trained to rid their world of weaknesses, at the first sign of threat she did what she thought was the best, and left you. That makes you and your babies that much more important to me, and my operations."

Your blood boils at the mention of your children, as if they're just some pawns in his sick game of chess. You can't allow him to lay a hand on them, so you do the next best thing.

"Bad idea... If Natasha finds out about them, and that you've got them, you won't make it out of this alive. If your goal is to hurt her, then let me help you, take just me."

"Nice try, but I don't negotiate with the captives."

"Listen, if you want her to suffer, then you'll take only me. Allow me the next six months to have them, then after she returns from her year long mission, I'll leave them on her doorstep. The mere thought of knowing she could've had a family, had she not left, will be enough to break her. Then knowing that her plans to keep me safe also went out the door. Trust me, if you aim to crush her, then you'll do exactly as I said."

"Why should I trust you? You clearly love her, what's your motive here?"

"Well, Natalia broke me, left me behind to clean up the mess she made of my heart, and never once took my feelings into consideration. Then, there's the fact that without her I'm nothing, so if protecting these babies is the last thing I do, then so be it." You dejectedly mutter, watching as he walks away and directly out of the room with no response.

Within the blink of an eye, you’re having a bag thrown over your head once more, and are once again being transported elsewhere before being rendered unconscious once more. You wake up in your room, with a tech bracelet of sorts attached to my ankle, and a post it attached to your forehead.

"Welcome to the Red Room Initiative Agent Y/L/N, we'll be in touch..."

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...For the girl that I knew

Who’d be reckless just enough

Who gets hurt but who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised, and gets used by a man who can't love; and then she'll get stuck and be scared, of the life that's inside her.

Growing stronger each day, 'Til it finally reminds her, to fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes...

That's been gone but it used to be mine, used to be mine...

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As you lie in the hospital bed, clinging to your best friends hand, you're a sobbing mess, completely overwhelmed by the rush of hormones.

"I can't, I can't do this."

"Yes you can Y/N/N, you're going to be just fine." They do their best to reassure you, while praying for the bones in their hands.

"I-I, she should be here." You sob, and watch as your friends heart breaks.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" They try to joke, but in the end they just lean their forehead to yours to try and ground you.

"I know, it's not fair Y/N/N, but I promise you I'm here, and going nowhere. These babies will be okay, and live happy lives, with or without the witch that knocked you up."

You chuckle at the comment, clinging to the second of humor before the pain rips through your body once more. You push, and push, until your ears are blessed with the sounds of a baby wailing. You slump back, taking a deep breath, before you're doing it all once more.

“What are their names?” Your best friend asks, as she rocks your son, and you fill out the birth certificates with your daughter lying across your chest after her first feeding.

“Nikolai, and Eliana.” You replied with a reminiscent smile, as you finalized the paperwork with Natasha’s name.

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Natasha returned to the bed with the takeout in hand, and you beamed up at her.

“Chicken fettuccine for my beloved.” She coos, and then hands you a coke to go with it.

“Lasagna for myself…” She beams, then digs in, and you chuckle at the mess she’s made.

“What?” She mumbles over the wad of food in her mouth, and your face contorts into disgust as you reach your napkin up to wipe marinara off of her face.

The silence around the both of you is comfortable, as you enjoy your dinner, while your vinyl player lowly plays in the background.

“Detka, what do you think of the name Nikolai?”

You look up at her confused, then your face softens when you realize where the conversation is headed.

“It’s a cute name, what do you think of Eliana?”

“I love it.” She announces, with the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you returned it before leaning forward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss that turned into you squealing as she tugged you into her lap.

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Your friend had helped you home from the hospital, and had even stayed with you for the first week before having to return to her usual work life. You’d been working overtime to pump milk, steadfast on making sure Natasha would have a stash for at least six months.

You’d also maintained a healthy balance between breastfeeding and bottle feeding, so that the transition to not breastfeeding at all isn’t too hard on them. In the end, your only focus until Natasha is home, is preparing your sweetest ones for a life without you.

You’d also been focused on preparing Natasha as well, using your spare key to enter her loft apartment in your free moments to move all of their belongings into her space. You’d moved her office to her living room, and then turned that room into their nursery.

The walls were a light green, and you’d painted the walls with loads of forest animals. You’d hung up pictures on the walls, crying to yourself as you remembered the memories attached to them. Above each crib was a collection of photos of you with that baby, and on the dresser was a framed photo of Natasha and you from you first date. All you want, is for your children to know that they were bred in the name of love. No matter what had happened, you knew the love was real.

Then you’d settled two cribs, one in each corner, and a changing table was against the wall between them. The swings were folded up in the closet to save space, and there was a rocking chair in the center of the room. You’d built a bookshelf, where you stacked up what you deemed to be the most critical books for children’s development. Then in the closet sat two boxes, filled with video diaries, individually addressed to them from you to guide them through life’s troubles.

“Perfect.” You sigh, as you wipe the sweat off your brow, then leave to collect your babies from y/f/n house.

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She is messy but she's kind;

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The babies were rather lively lately, leaving you deprived of any semblance of sanity, it’s almost as if they take after the mother they haven’t met. If it wasn’t a diaper blowout, then it was a cry of hunger, or it was just a simple need for close contact.

You’d been working to engage them with Natasha, so you’d play your sweetest videos of her on a loop, allowing them to grow used to her voice, and hopefully ease their transition.

While the babies slept, you’d called the cafe to let them know that your leave was actually permanent, and then you called your landlord to buy out the lease. You sighed as you felt the impending end of your freedom around the corner, as you basically rid your life of all normalcy. Then, your phone pings, and your eyes widen at the sudden reappearance of your ex’s sister—yeah, no normalcy indicated.

**Hello future sister-in-law, I think it’s about time you forgive my idiot sestra, and prepare to kiss and make up. She’s a mess without you, and it’s really messed up my vibe this whole mission**

**This is a burner phone… Shh.. I wasn’t meant to contact you but she’s driving me insane.**

**I miss you…**

You reply with a head shake, and a simple response.

**I miss you too Yelena**

It’s a bit too late for making up…

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Two weeks before Natasha’s return you’d sold everything you owned, then set the money aside in CD’s for the babies for when they turned 18. After that, you’d turned your keys in, then moved into Nat’s so the babies would be used to her house by the time she’d arrived.

You’d never realized how much you’d lost over the years until you were now sat on your ex’s couch, sipping on a bottle of wine, while the babies were fighting off sleep in their swings.

“Well, at least not too many people are going to miss me…” You dramatically muttered over your glass as the bitter medley of grapes rolled down your throat.

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She is lonely most of the time;

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You’d been dreading today all week long…

Natasha returns today, so your time with Niki and Eli was down to the final hours.

You’ve had a year to forgive her, and you’d be lying to say you didn’t forgive her as soon as you saw the innocent products of your once blooming love’s faces. The need to protect, that drove her to end things, was something you’d related to immensely. As soon as you felt Niki’s hand wrap around your pointer finger, and saw Eli’s little eyes flutter open for the first time, your mama bear instincts were in overdrive.

“Mommy loves you guys so much…” You coo’d as you held the both of them close to your chest, while laying in Nat’s bed.

“Your mama’s going to take such good care of you, I just know it; I’m sure your Auntie Lena will be right there to help her too. I promise you that you’ll be safe with them… I hope you can forgive me for not being here to see you grow up, or to see you fall in love, or help you through your first heartbreak. Everything I’ve done has been for you, please be good for your mama…” You shakily get out, while rubbing their backs until they’re asleep.

You lay them in their playpen in the living room, then sit down on the couch, with your head in your hands while you quietly cried. Once you’d heard feet ascending the stairs, you’d known it was time to go. You placed the folded card on her coffee table, then crept out onto the fire escape.

Natasha was beat, having just returned from what could only be considered the most exhausting battle of her career. She didn’t care though, her only goal was to come home, clean up, and make things right with you.

Keys jangled, as she shoved them into the knob, before turning it to enter her home for the first time in a year. She’d had a bouquet of black roses in her hand, and a heart shaped candy container in her other that she’d just picked up, and then her face dropped.

The place was lived in, the smell was so inherently you, and her body shivered at the thought of you being here right now. Her eyes however landed on the playpen in the living room, and the chocolates hit the ground with a thud, and your son startled awake.

His cries were soft, and she looked around for you, but after you made no move to help him she’d picked his fragile form up, and held him close. Then her instincts kicked in, as she surveyed her surroundings, and then her gaze fell upon the small folded card on her table with the widow symbol.

*Dearest Natalia,

What a careless move—leaving your sweet lover Y/N behind, with no one to watch over her. It’s almost as if you’d wanted this to happen… Dreykov says thank you for his newest soldier, and he hopes motherhood treats you well.

P.S. Yes, Dreykov is still alive, silly girls, thinking you could kill him (;*

Natasha’s heart fell into her stomach, and she felt bile rising up her throat. You watched from the shadows, feeling the gnawing feeling in your heart at the sight of her so broken. You observed her kiss Niki’s head, and with a sad smile, you’d made your silent disappearance.

“No-o…” She whispered to herself, as she fought off the tears, trying her darnedest to not disrupt the infants peace anymore.

She leaned over the playpen to see your daughters peaceful form, observing the distinct rise and fall of her tiny chest.

She’d honestly looked so much like Natasha, that she briefly smiled at the prospect of having an idea of what she might’ve looked like as a baby. Then as she swayed your son around, she became choked up once more. He was the spitting image of you, even down to the smile that he’d just graced her with.

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She is all of this mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie...

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Natasha clung to the infant in her arms, while the other slept peacefully in the playpen left behind by you. Your smell lingered on the babies heads, she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she imagined it was you her arms were wrapped around.

The ache in her chest is persistent, and she can no longer hold back the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her mind flashes to an image of you holding them close, as you sing them a lullaby, knowing you'd more than likely had cuddled them up until the final moment.

"You're an idiot.." She thinks to herself, as she mulls over why she had ever thought leaving you on your own would ever protect you.

You were gone, the woman of her dreams, the owner of her heart, and apparently now the mother of her children. All that was left of your love for one another now resided in the tiny bodies, bundled up in the bassinets before her.

Promises of protection falling on Deaf ears as the only one here who’d protected anything was you. Your freedom now ripped from your grasp for the safety of your babies, and Natasha can’t help but to breakdown at her utter failure.

Tears had hit the pillow the moment she’d laid down for the night, as your scent enveloped her. She clung to the pillow you’d been staying on the last few nights, and she simply cried until her body shutdown.

You were hers, but she gave into her fears, and now her worst one's come to fruition—you're gone, and she all but led you into the hands of her enemies...

“I’m going to save you detka, I promise…”

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She is gone but she used to be mine

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You lay there, partially shackled to your bed, a lone tear rolled down your cheek as you stared up at the polaroid of the twins in your hand, before rotating it to the one of you and Natasha on your first date...

"Take care of our babies Natasha..." You whisper, as your body wracks with quiet sobs, and you eventually fall into a restless slumber...

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Stan x reader s2 pt 3

Warning: Swearing

Background: Stan finally meets Sarah

Status: Ongoing

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Stan immediately booked his flight. He didn't care what he had to do it wasn't even a thought in his mind. He had a daughter. He was a dad. That's what mattered, not the lecture he would get when he came back.

The flight cost an arm and leg, but he needed to be there as fast as possible. He probably should have slept throughout the almost 13-hour flight, but he couldn't. He just kept drinking cup after cup of coffee and staring at the picture of you and Sara.

She was so cute he could see the resemblance, but to him, Sara looked so much like you. Her eyes sparkled in that picture when she looked at you. Your eyes sparkled like that when you looked at him but it had been years, would you still look at him like that? He couldn't stop these thoughts from coming in god he was such an idiot. How could he leave you? How could he not know you were pregnant? Why wouldn't you tell him?

Those 13 hours on that plane were hell for him as much as they were for you. You could not stop shaking, you were so jumpy that even Sara was on edge. You were on the couch with Sara on one of your legs that you couldn't stop bouncing. She leaned her head back and looked up at you with a pout.

"Mama," Sarah said immediately catching your attention. You looked down at her and tried to get your mind off Stan if even for a second.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Stop." She said holding onto your knee.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here um." You said taking her off your knee and putting her in the seat next to you.

Sarah continued to watch tv while you bit your nails. You practically jumped out of your seat when you heard a knock at the door. You stared at the door nervously. Sarah looked up at you and sighed walking over to the door and standing on her tiptoes and opening the door herself.

"No Sarah don't do that." You said trying to stop her but she had already opened the door.

Kyle stepped inside with a smile holding two big grocery bags. He smiled down at Sarah who in turn hugged his leg tightly.

"Papa!" She said excitedly.

"Hey, hun wanna help me with these?" He asked pulling out a small bag of baby carrots from one of the grocery bags and acting like it was too heavy for him to lift.

Sarah excitedly took the carrots and ran to the kitchen. Kyle looked over at you and sighed. "Still nervous?" He asked with a small frown.

"Oh let's see my ultra-successful ex who hadn't contacted me in years suddenly finds out I had his child and is now currently on a plane ride to come see me and his daughter which again has never met. Oh no Kyle I'm doing so good." You said running a hand through your hair in frustration.

"Look let's calm down...I know it's hard but you still have some time while he's on that plane." Kyle said with a reassuring smile.

You nodded and took a deep breath. As you tried to calm yourself down you suddenly hear a knock at the front door that was still open. You and Kyle turned to see him standing there. He looked different. He had bleached blonde hair that needed to be re-dyed. He seemed taller but there was no doubt about it. It was Stan.

"Hey um, sorry door was open." He said taking a step inside.

Your face dropped and your hands started shaking. Kyle looked between you two and sighed. He turned to Stan and gave a small smile.

"Hey, Stan it's been a while."

"Yeah, it...it has. Um is it ok if we talk Y/N outside just for some privacy?" Stan asked fidgeting with his hands.

You nodded and looked over at Kyle. "I'll um just put these away," Kyle said walking to the kitchen with the grocery bags.

You and Stan walked outside the apartment and closed the front door. You stood there nervously looking down at your feet while Stan tried to find the right words.

"I um so uh...how...how have you been?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Um...fine.."

"I uh I'm sorry I never called or....Look Y/N I had no idea if I knew I would have.."

"Would have what Stan? You left me. I told you I loved you and you left me." You said looking up at him.

"Y/N I had to. I would have held you down. I'm not fucking good for you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because you had my daughter and you didn't fucking tell me!" He said raising his voice. You took a step back and looked away from him. Stan sighed and tried to calm himself down. "I just don't get it...You...if you told me...I would have given up everything to be there."

"Because I wasn't enough for you! I didn't want Sarah to be as disappointed as you left me!" You said tearing up. "And that stupid fucking interview you did!"

"An interview? Y/N are you fucking serious? You kept my daughter from me because of an interview?"

"Oh, I'm sorry what was I supposed to say? Hey Stan I know you like just said you would never want kids and I know you just left me but hey just wanted to let you know you knocked me up."

"That would have been better than nothing! Y/N I'm her dad! You had no right." He said tearing up and causing your own tears to roll down your cheeks.

"You had no fucking right! You left me Stan. You left me on that fucking floor when I begged you...I begged you to stay." You said through your tears.

"You think I wanted to leave you? That I wanted to leave everything behind?" He said trying to reach out your arm but you pulled away.

"I asked you to take me with you. I would have left everything for you. Don't give me that bullshit Stan if you didn't want to leave me you fucking wouldn't have." You said as your voice started to crack. "You think I wanted to raise my daughter without her father? She doesn't even know who you are!"

"I'm her father!"

"That means nothing because you weren't fucking here!"

Suddenly the door opened and Kyle poked his head out into the hallway. "Hey um try to keep it down Sarah can hear you guys and-"

"Papa, what happened?" Sarah asked poking her head out and looking up at Kyle.

Stan stared at Sarah and then at Kyle. "Papa?"

"Look, Stan.." Kyle started before quickly getting cut off by Stan.

"My daughter calls you Papa? I told you to take care of Y/N when I was gone not sleep with her!"

"Hey do not do this in front of Sarah," Kyle said stepping forward.

"You aren't her fucking dad I am!" He said raising his voice and then turning to you. "Is this why you didn't tell me? Because you replaced me with fucking Kyle?"

"Stan stop you-" You started getting in between him and Kyle.

"I'm what? Oh my god Y/N you didn't want to raise your child without her dad but you had no problem making her think someone else was?"

"Don't talk to her like that," Kyle said raising his voice and taking another step forward.

"Mama, why is Papa yelling?" Sarah asked as she began tearing up.

You and Kyle both immediately calmed down and got down on your knees in front of her. "Oh my god honey I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry honey everything is ok everything is ok I promise." Kyle whispered taking her tiny hands in his and kissing the back of her knuckles.

"It's just...It's grown-up talk we're so sorry we scared you." You whispered as you gently pushed her hair out of her face and wiped her tears.

Stan watched you two interact with Sarah. He couldn't help but imagine how it should have been him. He should be the one comforting her with you, not Kyle. He should have been there not Kyle. Sarah should be calling HIM dad NOT Kyle.

You looked up at Stan and shook your head. "You should go Stan we can't do this right now. Not after this."

Stan wanted to say something but what was he supposed to say? That he was sorry? That he didn't mean to lash out? It wouldn't change anything. He lost his chance. Sarah had a family. She had a father and he wasn't it. He wasn't apart of this family.

"S..Sorry." He muttered before quickly walking off. He didn't know where he was going but he couldn't be there. He couldn't be reminded of every fucking mistake he made. Not when he saw how perfectly Kyle had cleaned up his mess.

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"Welcome to Heaven" review

Time for a change of scenery and to learn more about Heaven. Spoilers.

Nice to see Vaggie told the truth instead of attempting to lie. I am curious, would that have even worked on Charlie? Does Charlie have a power to tell if people are lying to her, since her father is the “father of lies”?

That was sweet of Vaggie, but there is a lining of “Vaggie sacrifices more for the relationship” idea in my Charlie/Vaggie trailer breakdown here. LUCKILY there hasn’t been much of that as I expected in this season. At least we’ll find out how Vaggie lost her Exorcist title.

CHAGGIE KISS! Wait why’d she kiss her on the eyepatch? Also I’m NOW just wondering if Vaggie DOES still have her left eye, but is covering it up Japanese anime style cause it contains a great Exorcist power?

Here’s Cherri Bomb making an “explosi.. eh I’m not going to finish that lame joke. I do like the new Australian accent they gave her.

I’m not liking where this is going. I feel like this is going to result in a situation like in the pilot where Angel and co. embarrass Charlie’s goal in front of everyone in Heaven. I mean (spoilers based on the HH S1 trailer) something is going to make the next Extermination happen, but I hope it’s something else.

You really should have told the others to behave themselves before leaving Charlie.

A new portrait of Charlie and her parents in the background. It’s hard to make out, so hopefully someone posts a proper version of it soon.

Charlie casually throwing Vaggie through portal XD.

(Pen sees Cherri) knew this was coming here we go. Bet Pen X Cherri shippers are going to enjoy that moment.

Anyone else think the eye symbol at Heaven’s gate is also a reference to the Sheikah Eye from Legend of Zelda?

Saint Peter? With her last name being Morningstar, you think he would realize she is Lucifer’s daughter.

Charlie Morningbreakfast

Cursing is allowed in Heaven. Interesting to know, you think there will be a gag for when someone curses, everyone else covers their ears “Harry Potter Musicals” style?

So angels can take on different forms. Also was it just me or did the old angel’s bird form look like Stella a bit? I did have this theory that touched on the idea of how after fallen angels went to Hell, they would evolve to become different from what those in Heaven look like and create subspecies, and it looks that is true.

The angel finally has a name, Sera. Oh she may sound nice now but wait till we see her evil side! Right there she says, “you are gifted to be here”, life if she wasn’t Lucifer’s daughter she would have been really rude to Charlie.

Even though she says she is the highest of the Seraphim (the highest rank in Heaven’s hierarchy if pic of said topic are any indication) I feel like there is going to be a moral Heaven thing where every angel is treated equal. I thought I bring this up now cause when Sera reveals herself as a villain, I hope later on she becomes an antagonist (replacing Adam) who fights against Charlie’s redemption plan but will have trouble when other Seraphim’s and Archangels side with Charlie.

Sounds like Emily is the Charlie of Heaven XD.

Got some interesting designs like a Hellhound looking creature with hooves and that…thing she is next to. There is also someone that looks a lot like Vaggie but with no mouth, who “COINCIDENLY” has a close eye where Vaggie has an eyepatch.

I think that was a FNAF/Chuck E Cheese mascot band refence there.

MOLLY HOLY CRAP! Looks like we found the motivation to get Angel to redeem himself! I was going to wonder why she was spider looking creature when you think Heaven only has people in human/cute animal like forms, till I saw that crab looking angelic being in the same scene. Also on the bottom right, I think that’s a Sara Bellum from PPG reference.

Again. Sera being rude, though Emily sounds very ally like.

Vaggie being jealous XD

LUTE? Wait does this mean Adam is wearing a mask/helmet/whatever too? I bet he’s fugly under it XD.

Damn the Amazon Prime pause button. It keeps making the video skip ahead instead of doing its job!

OKAY HUGE REVEAL THERE! HOW COME NO ONE ELSE KNOW ABOUT THE EXTERMINATONS? Do the archangels at least know? Either way this could actually be good but I’ll get into that later.

Okay so Sera seems to be one of those “doing bad to do good” kind of characters as she just wants to protect Heaven, explains why she looked so sad in Charlie’s story, but I feel like she will have prejudices too. It also sounds like Adam was the sole person who came up with the Exterminations.

FINALLY confirmation of Vaggie being a former Exorcist! :D… Wait… Oh crap! :(

ADAM GAVE VAGGIE HER NAME! CALLED IT!! https://www.tumblr.com/commenter2/718141081445957632/odd-theory-but-do-you-think-vaggie-got-her-name?source=share

That was a hellborn child! I had suspicions that Exorcist also killed Hellborn demons during the Exterminations (Viv did once say they kill anything that wasn’t indoors) but still its more shocking than knowing it was a correct fact.

I do like that the Extermination scene is a flashback and not taking place in the finale like I predicted.

Also as messed up as what happened to Vaggie, losing her eye and wings (more on that later) at least it led to her instantly meeting Charlie. Hey they are wearing their pilot outfits :D

At least we can look forward to a Vaggie vs. Lute fight in the future.

Since it was shown that Lute was able to wound Vaggie when she was still an angel, my idea from my “Overture” review of the dead Exorcist being killed by one of its own is a little stronger now. I still think someone else like the threat impersonating Lilith did it, but I'm still keeping that as a possibility until we learn more.

If the first human soul to arrive in Heaven doesn’t know what qualifies to get into Heaven, then Charlie redemption plan deserves a chance. It also makes me curious on what the other angels think qualifies. Also again how would Angel be any different than having Adam there.

WAIT WHAT ABOUT ABEL? He was murdered by his brother long before Adam died, what happened to him after he died?

See I told you we’d get another pilot situation, though at least it’s better than last time as Angel did resist for a time. Heck Husk and Sir Pentious should also be considered proof of being able to redeem since Pen was being nice to a degree and Husk was actually trying to help Angel.

Seriously, Adam has been cursing up a storm, yet you react to when Charlie does it? Maybe like us they were just surprised that she can curse, given how good she is.

Looks like I was wrong about the situation leading to pilot vibes. GOOD! Also great to see Angel stand up to Val.

Now that we know that Val’s shirt are his wings, it makes the scene of Niffty ripping a piece off hilarious XD.

This seems enough proof to me that someone can be redeemed, don’t try and change the subject Adam.

So no angelic being in that room properly knows how judging a soul works? While odd, I wonder if this is a result of after what happened to Lucifer, maybe soon after others got sent to Hell for minor things and eventually no one dared to question or go against God’s (or whoever else’s) judgment and now they are at this point where they don’t recall things or fear becoming a fallen angel like Lucifer. I’m (semi) counting this as another one of my ideas coming true, as I did bring the idea of Heaven not knowing how to loosen the restrictions to getting into Heaven.

Though a bit understandable from Charlie’s POV and thankfully she got lucky there, her ranting to Heaven is another time where Charlie should have taken up at least SOME of Vaggie’s words.

So glad to see Adam’s ego and stupidity finally leading to some good for the heroes, as it will be interesting to see how parts of Heaven will react to learning about the Exterminations.

Trailer screen shot. At least I’m glad that Sera isn’t what I thought she was going to be like.

Oh don’t phrase it like that Charlie! You’re making my “Lilith wants to destroy Heaven” theory sound like it could happen :(

Again when looking at that statue of Sera, she looks like Stella. Also if I’m right the other creature is Emily, who I guess can take on the form of a unicorn.

Aww crap Adam revealed Vaggie’s secret. I know I brought up the idea of Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship being tested, but I just meant personality wise not this, mostly cause I though Charlie already knew. Then again Charlie can be an idiot at times. Hopefully Charlie can be mature about this and thinking back to the trailer, the two do loving sing to each other, heck looks like Vaggie gets her wings back. So yeah, I’m guessing that they will be fine and their relationship will be stronger than ever.

Seriously Sera, after what you see your going to still allow Adam to do the Extermination. Then again she might not have a choice here. This is quickly confirmed with Sera expressing the “Angels scared of suffering the same fate as Lucifer” idea I brought up. Also obviously we need something to continue the series.

So Sera and Emily ARE mother and daughter, I was starting to wonder. Actually speaking of family and thinking back to “Queen Bee”, Bee brought up the question of how fallen angels and such are related, I wonder how related Lucifer and Sera are. Could Charlie and Emily be cousins? If they are, then Vaggie won’t have to worry about Charlie leaving her XD.

At least Charlie has her first angelic ally. I wonder if what Sera said and Emily clenching her fist IS foreshadowing her fate? If my idea of her being able to transform into a horse comes true, what if her demon horse form takes on the form of the horse at the end of the Spindlehorse credits.

Aw man we’re not going to see how Charlie feel about this or more importantly,

Whew that was intense near the end. We got to see Heaven and learned some big things about it like the residents such as Molly being there or how angels have NO IDEA how judging a soul works. Then there was a big reveal that no one before the events here even knew about the Exterminations, that was a great twist if not a bit odd.

It was also great to learn more about Vaggie’s now confirmed past and be introduced to Emily and how she agrees with Charlie’s thoughts instead, making the argument less one sided. It was also funny seeing how she and Charlie got along so well which led to Vaggie being jealous at one point. Hopefully for her, Emily and Charlie turn out to be cousins.

It was nice having Cherri be in the episode, even if she almost led to Angel doing bad things and getting Charlie in trouble again. Speaking of which, it was GREAT to see that Angel HAS changed since joining Charlie. Hopefully if he learns that Molly is there, a great cameo BTW, he will amp that up to 11.

I also personally liked how stupid Adam looked in it, and now that people know the truth about Exterminations, I think it could lead to him being demoted (both related to Heaven's hierarchy and as a main antagonist in the series) and my idea of Charlie being the “chosen one” to save everyone from a great threat or the idea I have for what season 2 could be about.

The only downsides were that this was kind of the expected outcome given the episode’s place. Maybe if this was the 2nd to last episode and the finale was an hour long, it could have helped but I’m not complaining.

It was also a bummer that we didn’t see more of how Charlie feels about discovering Vaggie was an angel. At least the S1 trailer makes it clear that thing between them will be fine in the end.

The things about no one knowing about the Exterminations, or what the qualifications to get into Heaven really are, but I’m not complaining. This is actually a perfect excuse for my season finale epilogue idea where after the Extermination, Heaven agrees with Charlie and they need to rework or explore the qualifications required to get into Heaven, and Charlie plans on having a big say in it so that more people can get into Heaven whether it be after they die or through her hotel. Of course some people of Hell and Heaven will be against Charlie’s ideas, so Charlie will have to go through a multi-season storyline where she needs to keep convincing more and more powerful people that this would be a good thing, eventually having to convince God himself. All the while evil forces will try and progress its/their agenda, leading to big fights.

Now we wait for the season finale.

As always let me know your thoughts about the episode.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel angel dust #vivziepop

[nekotime]

໒꒰ ♡◞ ˕ ก ꒱১ 🌸ల ׁ Obcessed。 ♥︎ ᪶

╭₊˚ ๑︰Mean!Dom!Kujou Sara, Best friends to lovers, Stalker reader, Yandere reader, Masochist reader, Degradation, Afab!Reader, Gn!Reader, Hair pulling, Overstimulation, Double Spaced writing.

╰・୨ ❏︶ ⊹ ˚ ₊

.. ໑ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Obcessed!? No! As Sara's best friend, It's normal for you to want to know every single aspect of her life and what she is doing at every momment. It's normal for friends to take pictures of each other, especially if hidden. Completely usual to have her pictures all over your room, a picture of her face on your body pillow...Normal to use that pillow to have it sucking your cum dry as you whine her name.

That is, until she catches you. Leaving you defenseless against the wall. ― You're just a little bit too obcessed with me, huh? ― She laughs, her voice trembling against your chest. How could you even react!? Stuttering on your own words, so disgusting in front of her... ― If you wanted me to fuck you or sum, you just had to say it. Cause I want it too. ― She whispers against your ear, mouth devouring yours in a kiss so needy you moaned into her mouth. ― I didn't even touch you and you're moaning like a fucking whore. Tsk! Show some self-respect.. ― She replies as you shake away tears, her hands going down to meet your puffy clit. She thinks it's so cute how you melt into her hands, even if she won't admit it.

ㅤ⪩꒰🌸꒱ ⪨ㅤㅤ˚ㅤㅤ⌣ㅤㅤ꒪ㅤㅤ⋂⋂ㅤ

― Quit the act, you wanted this. You begged for this. Now you gotta' take it. ― She says as her fingers work on your overstimulated insides, crying for her to stop until her palms meet your clit to give it a slap. Eyes rolling back as your back arches in pleasure, her moaning to herself in delight at how she managed to make you so whorish. Who would have tought that her best friend was such a masochist? ― But Sara's glad you are. She shows it on her own way. ― Another hand pullingb your hair so your ass is against her hips, fingers so deep she could feel the entrance of your uterus, whispering how bad and naughty you are...Your best friend knows all your fetish's. Sweet and loud non sense was all you could say, your troath getting sore from all the screams, hands grabbing the carpet of the floor as you.. ― There. You wanted me to stop, right? ― She laughs, licking her juiced up fingers, enjoying the discontent look on your face. Her hand going on your mouth to shut it before you could start complaining, sliding down to meet your neck. By the look she gave you, you knew trouble was coming.

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

#I ౨ৎ (( _ _ ♡ )) ?‌ #genshin impact smut #kujou sara #kujou sara smut #sara genshin smut #mean!dom #pinkcore

[frogprincesnowglobe]

Since you’re taking asks right now, tell me more about Kristina’s late 1980s fashion when she attends Hillerska! (Bonus points if you come across catalogue photos that fit.)

I have so many thoughts on Queen Kristina when she was younger. If they did a spinoff it'd be called "Young Kristina". I don't know if she was a teen in the late 80s or going more into the 90s, and I don't know how the fashion varied in the 80s in Sweden from where I'm from but here's what I'm thinking for 16/17/18/19 year old Crown Princess Kristina:

Let's start with some pictures of the fabulous actress who plays Kristina, Pernilla August, in her early 30s in 1992 (I couldn't find anything younger), to give you a visual of what Kristina might look like.

I think that in the 80's Hillerska would have been the type of school to force the students into uniforms at all times, not just special occasions but they'd break the rules anyway.

The girls of course would buy shoulder pads to pad out the blazers of their uniforms. No homemade shoulder pads here.

Ignore the bad photoshop, but here is Kristina in her shoulder pad Hillerska uniform. She would 10000% be classier than this.

once I gave her shoulder pads I had to make her hair bigger and add a headband, but I actually think Kristina would do something a little more like the example pictures of Pernilla, or the blond model later on in this, something more sleek. Right is a much better representation of what the Hillerska blazer might look like from this 1987 catalog. I found that ages after photoshopping poor Sara into Kristina, ha.

When doing research I saw that the royal family at the time was more demur, with the girls in long dresses a lot, but they had no teens (at least that I could find to go off off.

Dresses her parent's would prefer for out and about on official Crown Princess duties, *not* what Kristina would prefer.

I think Kristina would favor a good pair of light wash jeans with a thin belt and a nice sweater for more casual wear, but her parents would prefer her in nice light dresses. She'd wear tennis skirts and a cardigan over the shoulders, nice black turtlenecks. I headcanon that she does tennis as an extra curricular. Her cousin Carl Johan Horn does rowing.

Kristina's shirt shoes and jeans vibes, and turtleneck vibes and 80's tennis skirt (from etsy) + August's dad hanging out with her in the upper picture.

When the girls have Saturday dinner dress up she'd wear heart lockets or long pearl strands. She'd definitely own a very nice diamond tennis bracelet too, though not for dinners.

Kristina's manor house dinner earrings, necklaces and pendants

Kristina's dinner looks (The left really feels Kristina to me)

Outfits like the below one from Heathers (or similar) would be an occasional outfit. I think she wouldn't be too ostentatious, at least in the day to day, but some of the other Manor house girls would wear these type of looks more often.

I think because Kristina is a royal she'd try to look a little older as well. We see especially in season 2 that they try to make Wille look older, and more polished and put together. So I think she'd sometimes wear more older looking styles, like the gray wool blazer and skirt.

First is from the spring 1985 Sears catalog, and I can't remember where I got the other two.

These summer looks are from the 1989 Sears Fashion book.

Winter looks from the Fall Winter 1988 Sears catalog (I'm pretty sure though she'd be much more bundled in Swedish winter, but she has a cute wool coat that looks like Wille's blue one) She'd wear a lot of thick sweaters! Peep August's dad Carl Johan in the upper right. :)

More Kristina vibes. Honestly I lost track of which catalog I was on but they're all from the 1985/1987/1988/1989 Sears and J.C. Penney Catalogs. Kristina likes slacks and button ups now, she'd definitely have liked it then.

Bonus Carl Johan Horn:

#Young Royals #Kristina young royals #this is completely self indulgent haha #At first I thought she'd totally be out there in huge earrings and bright bright colors #but now I actually think Kristina would be more casual. #I also may have gotten very attached to her and my headcanon version of Carl Johan while doing this #oops

[originalgenshinscenarios]

hi, just a recommendation but could you do a works in progress page so we could see if the request we send got accepted or not and what fics to look forward to😍

I'd do it if not for the fact that I would 100% forget to update it. It was the same when I had a masterlist so OOF

BUT since the inbox is closed anyways here is a full list:

Jean, Barbara, Ninguangg and Ayaka with a sickly sibling

Candace with troublemaker S/O (enemies to lovers)

Sara and her ex-S/O trying to make it work again

Lisa, Jean, Ningguang, Yae and Ei ith an S/O who is usually stoic but just loses it when they see a cute fluffy animal

Lisa finding out her love interest had been mentally abused in their past

Ei discovering her S/O had a crippling injury while she was meditating

Harbringer reader apologizing to Jean (continuation of Jean x Harbringer series)

Furina, Lynette, Navia, and Clorinde with a mermaid S/O

Shenhe meeting her (fem) S/O's homophobic family (the requester gave me two options for how they want this to go and I plan to write both endings)- Modern AU

Shenhe comforting her S/O after a family problem

and of course...

I AM STILL WORKING ON VB FIC...

IT'S JUST HARD TRYING TO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE aaand also It'd be easier if I took inspo from the game more 1:1 approach instead of doing... whatever this is. SO this chapter might be the most silly one... but HEY it's inspo from a COMEDY otome so ofc it's gonna be goofy. 2 more chapters and I'm starting Ning's route tho! but considering how slow I'm working on it IDK if there will be a second run of Otome crossovers (even tho I REALLY wanna do Cupid Parasite crossover for the boys...)

but hey, I have SOMETHING. 2286 words, and kinda halfway done with it. If anyone wants at least a little teaser the chapter description is under cut (it might change but hey the chapter content will stay the same)- and I'm pretty sure everyone will know what it'll be about right away xDD

No matter how much time had passed, you still can't bring yourself to trust the four suitors. You don't feel like any of them are taking you seriously. Turns out, Ayaka has rather interesting connections and they're more than happy to help you out.

But now your problem is dealing with an even more obnoxious group…

#THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER DEDICATED TO THE SIDES #i think #that's my plan #at least #lol

[hongjoongscafe]

Blind Beauty

{one}{two}{three}

Pairing: blind!hongjoong×insecure!reader(grace)

Genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, nudity

Summary: only the mind's eye can see the true beauty.

Warnings: none for this part.

Word count: 8.5k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

Love is blind, but when we close our eyes, we see with our hearts.

~ Sara Bareilles.

~~~

Saturday morning was pretty busy for Grace. She spent time making sure everything was alright. She took the cushions, removed the seats of the couch, and let them sit under the sun out on the airy balcony. She double-cleaned every single thing. 

Yunho was sitting on the dining table chair. He observed Grace. His heart fluttered seeing she was putting so much effort to make the surroundings comfortable for Hongjoong. He almost laughed when he saw her bringing a brand new fluffy cushion out of the dryer, along with new cushion covers for other cushions. He swears he saw a furry white cover, different from others, in the pile in her hands.  

"You do know that Hongjoong is blind, right?" Yunho questioned

"Yeah...?"

"So why are putting in so much effort? He won't see it," he reasoned.

"Yeah, but he can feel it," Grace made a 'duh' face.

He observed her a bit more before speaking again.

"Grace?" 

"What now?"

"I'm happy for you." She looked at him with confusion. "I have never seen you this happy in years. I hope this works for you."

"I am always happy... What do you mean?" She mumbled.

"Grace, honey, drop the act. Oky? I have seen you struggle. I have seen you crying your eyes out. You don't need to pretend to be someone you are not. Okay?" He walked close to her. "Be real with yourself and me too..." He kissed her forehead and hugged her. 

"I feel different when with him," she said.

"I hope it's a good one?" She nodded with a smile. "Alright then! You continue with your cushion madness, I'll go and grab some snacks and decide the menu for dinner,"  Yunho said and let go of her. She wiped her teary eyes and chuckled. 

"Okay. But order food from a good restaurant." Yunho gave her a thumbs up and left.

Grace was standing where he left her. She was again lost in her thoughts. Yunho is right. And she knows it, there was no denying it. Although, she did live in denial. Her life was okay until the game of dating started. Every girl has always dreamed of a prince. Someone who would love them regardless of their flaws. Every little girl has dreamed of a happy ending. Where the prince keeps his princess happy forever. But it's not always like that. Not all girls find a man or prince who would keep them happy or secure. Some men dare to turn a happy and secure girl into an unhappy insecure girl, just like Grace herself. 

She was a happy girl. Always filled with energy, ready to face the world with her weird humor. Always smiling. She was in love with herself. Always had confidence in herself and her looks. But it all changed after she started dating. Maybe she was not meant to date at all. Maybe she was meant to be alone. If there is a thing like fate, then she is not in its good sight. 

Yuho, she was grateful that he was her best friend. He has been there with her whenever she fell. He was there to treat her wounds. But wasn't able to heal those scars. Not that she minded. It wasn't his job to do that. She had to heal those herself. Was it that easy? Like, just out of nowhere, they will heal themselves? The answer was a big No. Those are tough scars. They won't heal that easily. 

Healing takes time.

More than one can estimate.

~~~

"Your apartment smells different, " Yeosang noticed.

"The cushion covers are different," wooyoung noticed.

"The couch seats are more fluffed and soft," Jongho noticed.

"The rug is well vacuumed," San noticed.

"Grace is glowing," Sofia noticed.

"House looks warmer," Maya noticed.

"There is a cute cushion as well," Mingi noticed.

These are Yunho and Grace's circle of friends. Most of them have been friends since they were in kindergarten. Mingi came along in middle school. Maya and Jongho became part of the group in college. Yunho and Grace were the oldest friends. They were together even before their birth. Their mothers would always talk about how their unborn children will become best friends. Well, that was a perfect assumption they had. 

They all luckily started working in the same city. Their bond was stronger than ever. But for Grace, she was still alone. There was a huge void that needed to be filled. There were many things that her friends couldn't help with. 

"Well, Ms. Grace, care to enlighten us about these changes?" Sofia demanded.

"I wanted to a-add some things and clean p-properly," dammit voice.

"Really?" Maya raised her left eyebrow not buying her poor reason.

"Of course, why would I do all the cleaning otherwise," she sheepishly grinned.

"Exactly! Why would you do that?" Yeosang asked.

"Ah, stop guys. Leave her alone," Yunho mocked. "Let the girl be happy."

Grace glared at him and turned around to bring snacks and drinks for everyone. She was excited to see Hongjoong. At the same time, she was nervous about how her friends would react. Although Grace least cared about what they said, they were going to be happy in her happiness anyway. But still, the questions and opinions related to this were quite prominent. 

"No, but seriously, why all this? I'm so damn sure that this much is not for Yunho and Mingi's engagement —" Sofia was cut off by the doorbell. 

Grace quickly jogged towards the door to open. Seeing her excitement, All of her friends looked toward the door to see what was getting her excited. 

She excitedly opened the door with a big smile and was greeted by Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They both looked so good. They weren't wearing something out of the ordinary but they looked handsome… especially Hongjoong. He was wearing a graphic t-shirt that was tucked loosely into his black skinny jeans, and combat shoes.  

"Good evening, Grace!" Seonghwa pulled her out of her trance. 

"Ah, good evening, Seonghwa and Hongjoong!" She greeted them with a blushing face. "Come on inside."

"Hello, Grace," Hongjoong shyly greeted.

"Hi," she blushed. 

"Seriously, what the hell is going on!?" Sofia asked. "Who are they?" She whispered to Yunho. He shrugged and asked her to wait.

Grace brought them inside and made them sit. She pushed Jongho away to make Hongjoong sit where the new white fluffy cushion was. 

Looking at Hongjoong's stick and distant eyes, they all figured out his uniqueness. They all look at Grace, many questions running through their mind. This party was supposed to be for close friends. Not that they minded but still the explanation was much needed. 

"I know your horse minds are running far away but hold them for a minute," Grace said. "First, we introduce. So, these two are my new friends. This Seonghwa and this… Hongjoong," she said Hongjoong's name shyly.

Everyone in the room was able to grasp it. Grace's cheeks heated when she noticed what she did. But she cleared her throat to continue the introduction but Yunho's voice interrupted—

"This is him," Yunho smirked. 

"Oh! So he is that guy who got our Grace whipped," Wooyoung clapped excitedly. 

It was silent for a second. All the people in the room shifted their gazes toward Grace. It was making her nervous. She felt her body heating up. But for some reason, she wasn't afraid to talk about it. There was this feeling at the back of her mind that said that this was the right thing to do. Hongjoong felt so natural to her. 

"A-ah…" she nervously chuckled. "I-It's nothing like that, Wooyoung," she sent him a glare.

"What!? Don't glare at me. I just know what we talked about that day when I visited you guys," Wooyoung pouted.

"We didn't talk about anything!" Grace's voice got higher in pitch. 

"Ah, you are such a liar! I remember your exact words! They were like—

'Well, he looks around our age. He is so nice and sweet. I just wanted to spend more time with him. He was humble and our interests match…'" Wooyoung mimicked her. "Don't lie to us!" 

Grace wanted to run away and hide. It was true that she said that but saying it in front of the man himself was embarrassing. She wanted to run away and hide somewhere no one could find her. 

She stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. What if he didn't like her? What if he stops being your friend? What if he is uncomfortable!? No! She looked at Hongjoong with a horrified look on her face but it softened when she saw him. He was blushing and smiling, his face was deep red. He looked cute. His reaction gave her some hope. It made you feel like she could have him. And she wasn't going to give up. 

Grace looked up at Yunho who was looking at Hongjoong too. His gaze shifted towards her and his smile widened. He nodded as reassurance. Yunho felt bad for saying it out loud but he knew he had to, otherwise, Grace would have never said a thing. He knew his friend was head over heels for this kind man sitting on the couch with the new cushion. 

Seonghwa was so invested in this. He was happy that his best friend found someone. Now he knew his duty as well, to bring them together. Yunho made it easier for him. Seonghwa looked towards the said man and gave him a knowing smile. In return, Yunho winked.

"Ahem, then I would say that our Mr. Kim has been talking about a pretty lady with whom he went to the library and spent a handful of quality time," Hongjoong's eyes widened at Seonghwa's words. He could hear the smirk in his voice. 

"A-ah," Hongjoong was at a loss of words. 

"Ah! No! You better ask my girl out on a date, man," Maya said in the excitement of the moment that was being unfolded so shamelessly. 

"Mhm, or you ask him out, asshole," Wooyoung exclaimed to Grace.

It made Hongjoong giggle. He wanted to ask her out but his disability left him insecure. He thought that Grace probably wanted someone perfect. Someone who could look at her beauty and appreciate it even more. He was unaware of the fact that he was the only person who appreciated her beauty even with her flaws. Although he was blind he accepted her immediately. It could have gone extremely wrong but he 'trusted' her. 

"Grace?" Hongjoong's sweet voice echoed. He extended his hand for Grace to take, and she happily did. He stood up facing her and smiled softly. "I don't know if you actually want to but… would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked nervously. 

Grace was emotional. It felt like he was proposing to her and not just asking for just a mere date. It was her first time feeling so important. After many failed relationships that were once "serious", it was refreshing. She wanted to live this feeling over and over again. The butterflies in her stomach and the uneven heartbeat in a pleasant way were all she could feel. 

" Yes, Hongjoong. I will go on the date with you," Grace whispered. 

"OH HELL YEAH!" Wooyoung and Sofia exclaimed while others were looking at them with heart eyes. 

"Finally, your loner ass will date now," Mingi teased. 

"Ah, that's not true," Grace playfully pouted and helped Hongjoong sit back. 

"Now are we gonna introduce and begin our party?" Yeosang, who was enjoying the cheesy scene, spoke. 

"Yes, so they are all my friends. You already met Yunho. So there's Mingi, San, Yeosang, Wooyoung, Jongho, Sofia, and Maya. Mingi is Yunho's now-fiancé," Grace acquainted them. 

"It's nice to meet you all! And congratulations to both of you!" Seonghwa grinned. 

"Yes, I hope we will get along. Also, I hope Yunho and Mingi, that you both live happily forever," Hongjoong shyly mentioned. 

"Thank you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It means a lot to us," a heavy voice said. Hongjoong noted it as Mingi's since Yunho's were a little lighter. 

"Ah, this is nice! Now we have more people in our group!" San said. 

"Correct Sannie~ now come on, get your ass up and help me," Grace said. Hongjoong grasped onto the voice as San's. It was high-pitched. He could feel that the man was cat-like. But he couldn't be so sure for obvious reasons. 

"Mingi, your sister didn't join today?" Maya asked. 

"Ah Maya, she was busy. She will join us at the family dinner," Mingi replied. 

'Maya,' Hongjoong noted. He figured out Sofia's and Wooyoung's voices already. Both were obnoxiously loud. Not that he complained.

"That's much better. Last time we couldn't even drink properly. She is like a little witch," 

"Jongho! She is my sister," Mingi pouted. 

'Jongho… check,' Hongjoong mentally nodded. 

"But she always does this. It's not like we drink all the time," a shy voice remarked.  

'Ahh, this must be Yeosang…,' Hongjoong thought after listening to a shy voice. Seonghwa quietly giggled at Hongjoong's cute habit of memorizing people's voices.

"Yeosangie, you know Mingi loves his sister and won't listen to a word against her…" Sofia said. "Even though we know she is a mother-type friend," she teased. 

"Leave her alone you all. It's alright. We should focus on Mingi and Yunho," Grace came back with more snacks and San was carrying some drinks. 

"Yup, so how did you propose?" San asked. 

Both Yunho and Mingi shyly looked at each other. They were an example of true love. There was nothing that they wanted in return, just pure love. At their lowest, they both stood with their lover. If one was the backbone the other was the blood of the relationship and together they formed a heart. 

For a long time, everyone was worried about these two lovebirds. It was a bumpy ride but they held onto each other. They fought but came back running into each other's arms. Sometimes, Grace envied them. But she was happy. If her love life was crappy, she wanted her best friends to have the best… even if it left her alone sometimes. 

"It wasn't something new," Yunho rubbed his nape. "I just took him to the carnival nearby and proposed to him there."

"It was the best!" Mingo exclaimed with excitement. "He proposed to me when we were on the Ferris wheel. We were at the top and then he gave me this really romantic speech and then he asked me to marry him and gave me this ring!" He showed off the ring. It was a ring band with a tiny diamond in it. 

Everyone cooed at the couple. Their cheeks were burning red. They were perfect for each other. Always understood each other better than anybody. When one would not pick up the call, they would go nuts and call everybody around them to ask if the other is alright. 

"You guys, you make me feel single," Wooyoung whined. 

"What!? Why? I'm here. Do I love you enough!?" San spoke. 

"Ah, but just look at them… you? You just sit there and play with that stinky cat of yours and do nothing," Wooyoung huffed. 

"If you want to play… Daddy will play with you without any hesitation, baby boy," San smirked causing Wooyoung to choke on his drink. 

"Eww," everyone groaned or gagged. 

That's another beautiful couple. They clicked the moment they laid their eyes on one another. They have been together since day one. Grace still remembers that day when they were in kindergarten—

"Hewo, I Sannie~" the young San introduced. "Can me sit heah?" He asked in his high-pitched voice. 

Young Wooyoung looked at the cat-like boy standing in front of his table where he was sitting with his friends. San's sharp eyes were so captive. 

"Pwees. Heah. With mwe," Wooyoung patted the seat next to him where the cat man sat happily. 

Although they started dating later after high school. Until then, they were scared to ruin their friendship. It all started with San overhearing Wooyoung when he was talking to Sofia about him being scared to tell San about his love and losing him. But that's when San stepped in and confessed his love to the loud man. San would be lying if he said he wasn't scared but after knowing that his Wooyoung loved him too, he didn't let the opportunity go away.

The songs were playing, drinks were being taken on loop and everyone was munching on the snacks. It was a nice environment. Grace was feeling nice to have her loved ones around her, even if it was for Yunho and Mingi. She felt like there were many people for her. To her surprise, everyone was chill about Hongjoong. They, so far, didn't do anything to make him feel like he didn't belong there. They asked him many questions and poured him many drinks and helped him get his favorite treats. She also figured that Hongjoong's taste in music was better than anyone. 

Grace found Hongjoong standing in the corner near the slightly opened window. She came closer to him. 

"Hongjoong? Are you alright?" She asked. 

"Oh, yeah! It was getting hot in here so I wanted to take some air. I figured this is a window," he replied. 

"Ah, you could have opened it properly. It does get hot in here when there are these monkeys around," they chuckled. Grace opened the whole window and helped him outside. The cool night breeze kissed their faces. The summer nights like this were Grace's and Hongjoong's favorite. 

"Yeah, this is so nice," Hongjoong smiled.

"Mhm," Grace looked at him, his face reflecting moonlight. He was flawless. There was not a single tension line on his face or dark circles under his eyes. His face was crystal clear and glowy. She was sure that the moon was jealous of his beauty. 

"If you don't want to go on the date, I understand," Hongjoong's features turned into sad ones while saying this. "There are many wonderful men out there who are perfect and… and are fully functioned."

Grace took her time to process his words. She totally underestimated Hongjoong's feelings. Of course, he was insecure about his uniqueness. But it was hard for Grace to make him understand that for her, he is the most perfect man. Because one with the eyes snatched her happiness and made her insecure about her own body. 

"Oh, hush. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to go on a date with you… And don't say that they are fully functioning. They might have the light of eyes but the light of a rational brain is fused… I think you are better than them in all aspects… I feel like we have hope…" she shyly confessed. 

Hongjoongs eyes got teary. He remembered the librarian's words. He understood where Grace was coming from. They were similar in many ways. 

"Mhm," he nodded, not trusting his voice. In the darkness of his eyes, he felt the light of togetherness. 

They stood there for a long time and enjoyed the comfortable silence. The nice cool breeze and each other's warmth were keeping them occupied. The times when they were together, the weather seemed to be nice and romantic. 

~~~

-Hongjoong's standpoint-

"So how do you feel?" Seonghwa asked me when we came back to my place. 

"Good," I said with a smile.

"Yeah? You were so flustered," Seonghwa teased.

"No, I was just… stop!" my cheeks heated up. 

"Hmm, going on a date I see. You must be so excited," I smiled at Seonghwa's question and nodded. "You and the pretty lady were standing outside on the balcony for so long, what were you talking about?" 

"Ah, nothing. We were just standing there out in the cool breeze and nothing else," I said and stood up to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. But I stopped when Seonghwa hugged me from the back. 

"I wish you the best, my friend. I think she is the one for you. I wish you could see the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at you. I hope this works," his words made me a little sad. Only I know how much I'm dying to see her. But alas! I can't. I scoffed at my disability, bitterly. But I felt so happy that Seonghwa was concerned about me. I love him as a best friend. He has been there for me forever.

"Thank you, Hwa. I hope we- we work out at the end," I whispered and turned around to hug him better. I didn't know I needed that hug. 

It was a good day. Grace's friends were so nice and they accepted me without any hesitation. I felt like I belonged there. Her friends are like her… But she is a bit better:)

~~~

-Third person's standpoint-

"Yunho!" Grace called. 

"What!?" He came into her room. "What the actual fuck?" He looked at the mess around her room. All the clothes were hanging around. He rolled his eyes and caught a piece of cloth roaming along with the ceiling fan. "How the hell did that get up there? What is going on, Grace?" 

"Today is my date, remember!?" She spoke from inside her closet. 

"It doesn't mean that you are going to trash your room," he made some space on her bed to sit. 

"I don't have time for that. I don't know what to wear," she got out with a huge pout on her face. "What do I do?" She mumbled like a kid.

"Wear anything you want, it's not like he is gonna see it anyway," Yunho said without knowing. 

"You say that one more time, you won't be able to walk again," her serious voice sent shivers down Yunho's spine. 

"I-I didn't mean to," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he got up and hugged her. 

"It's okay. But no more, please," Grace patted his back. "Help me now."

"Grace, you have so many clothes. You are the founder and CEO of your brand. How are you confused?" Yunho frowned. 

"I want to be comfortable. But I want to wear something good," she whined. 

"Ah, let's put together a dress for you," Yunho got up and opened the window in her room and observed the weather. "It's pleasant outside. I think the usual warm evening will be there… So…" he tapped his chin and snapped his fingers and went into her closet and dug in deeper through the pile of clothes. 

After a few minutes, he handed you an outfit. His forehead was covered in sweat. "Now, go in quickly and get ready. It's already late," he ushered her in while wiping the sweat off of his forehead. 

Grace quickly took a shower and did her skincare routine and dried her hair and styled them naturally. Then she got into the outfit and put on some makeup. She looked pretty. The simple natural makeup looked so pretty with her white flowy dress that fell just on her mid-shin. Along with it, he gave her a short summer jacket. For the accessories, she wore tiny stud earrings and a thin golden choker. To give a nice final look, she wore beige-colored pumps. Overall, she looked comfy yet beautiful. 

"You look like a doll," Yunho smiled at his masterpiece. "Now if you hug him, he will feel nice and comfy," he winked. 

"Shut up," she smacked his chest lightly. "I am going now. Please, for the love of your gayness, keep this place intact when I come back," she kissed his cheek and opened the door. 

"Don't worry. You won't be disappointed," he waved her goodbye and showed her thumbs up. 

~~~

Hongjoong was nervous. He was sweating crazy. Within two hours, he took shower three times. Seonghwa was teasing him for being this nervous but also helped him get in a decent outfit— a white-collar t-shirt with some dark blue jeans and sneakers.

"Seonghwa, I think I'm gonna pass out," Seonghwa laughed at his best friend. 

"Don't worry, Hongjoong. It's gonna be alright. She will think that you are just perfect," he patted the shorter man's shoulder. 

"Okay," with that they left. The whole ride, Hongjoong's legs were shaking up and down. Seonghwa never saw him this nervous. Grace definitely had an effect on him. 

Hongjoong was early. Seonghwa got him a comfortable seat and wished him luck. "At least kiss or something. Don't fail me!" He left. 

"Oh look at him. What do you think about why he is here?" Someone on his left asked.

"Probably, for a date," the other person said.

"Huh, a date. Guess what, they are gonna ditch him," a lady said. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be with someone like him, he is a burden," she scoffed. 

They continued to make him feel bad about himself. He was so close to ditching Grace. He knew that Grace wouldn't leave him hanging but he didn't want her to think that he was a burden or a liability to her. But then he heard the restaurant bell ring. 

Grace entered the restaurant and looked for Hongjoong. When she spotted him, he looked stressed. She was ten minutes late already. Maybe because I was late,'she thought and approached him. 

"Hongjoongie~" Grace called. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was- was unable to find the right outfit," she shyly mentioned. 

"Ah, no problem!" Hongjoong giggled but shied when he felt a pair of soft lips on his cheek. "I'm sure you look beautiful as always."

Grace was touched by his sweet gestures. Seeing him all flustered was something she started to enjoy. She liked the feeling of his silky skin on her lips. "You are so handsome, Joongie," she held his hand. 

"Stop, you make me blush," they both laughed at his cute nose scrunch. 

"Well, I do think you are the most beautiful creature out there," she continued. 

"Oh, she is a crackhead. Why him? She seems so wise but her choices are shitty," the person from before said again. Grace heard it but ignored it, thinking that they were talking about someone else. 

"I think I saw her in the magazine. Isn't she the founder and CEO of that brand called The Glorious?" Oh, now she knows about whom those assholes were talking about. 

Grace being Grace, she excused herself and turned towards the group of three people. She gave them a bitter smile.

"Excuse me. I don't remember asking your opinion on my relationship with this handsome man in front of me. Hm. Honestly, you guys are so handsome too. But, well, I'm sorry that you all have ugly personalities. Hopefully, that gets better sooner, you know. It's not healthy to be… dick heads," she turned back to Hongjoong and smiled sadly seeing his sad expression. "And Joongie, I love to spend time with you. I- I adore every single minute of you," she held his hands. "I hope you know that what others think doesn't matter to me. It should not affect us. Please, don't let them get to you. I-I don't know if I can take that," she said in a shaky voice. 

Hongjoong held her hands tighter and smiled. He never felt so lucky. She was a miracle for him. He has been to a few dates before but they all either ditched him or never got back to him. There were times when they left him in the middle of the date. I was new to him, someone taking a stand for him. 

"I know, I won't," he felt a little guilty for thinking about ditching her at the beginning. "I love to spend time with you too."

The three other people felt utterly humiliated. They paid for their food and scurried away quickly, hiding their faces.

That's what they deserved, to be humiliated. Saying that a person with some special abilities is not well enough for them is shameful. They needed to have a taste of their own medicine. 

Rest of the date passed by peacefully. They ordered their meals and talked about everything and anything. They discovered more interesting things about each other. Hongjoong was so talented and did many things. He was a public speaker as well. Many organizations contacted him to speak about being self-reliant. Grace was feeling so proud of the man. He was unstoppable. 

After their main course, they left the restaurant and strolled around the streets. Grace wanted to hold his hand but was too nervous to do so. She looked up at him, his cheeks were slightly pink, and his lips had a sweet smile. The streets were rather empty, not in a creepy way. She could hear some people chatting and the tapping sound of Hongjoong's stick. Gaining some confidence, she intertwined their hands and a huge smile crept on her face when his hands closed around her and gave her a little squeeze.

"Haaaaa, it's a beautiful night!" Grace exclaimed. "I wish the time could pause here," she dreamily said.

"Right? I want that to happen as well," he giggled. "I-I am so thankful for you. Thank you for everything you did for me since the day we first met," Hongjoong was feeling emotional. This was the first time that he felt needed by another person who was not his parents or Seonghwa. It was the first time that he felt like his date was actually worth it. Every single time they talked, they helped each other heal from insecurity. 

Grace felt more beautiful around him. He was a gentleman he needed in her life. A nice soft-spoken person. He values everything in his life and never complains about anything. Things get difficult, she knows, but he was stronger than grieving and giving up. Even though he was hurting, he had built more will to live and achieve things in his life. 

Hongjoong was normal but the way his world worked was through the darkness. 

"Oh, there is an ice cream truck! Shall we go and have some? Pweez," Grace asked like a kid making Hongjoong laugh loudly. 

"Sure, go ahead," he said in between his laughter. 

Grace dragged the laughing man along with her to the truck. She looked at the flavors mentioned there with her sparkling eyes. She repeated the flavors for Hongjoong to choose from.

They bought their ice creams and walked to the Han river. There the pair sat on the bench and enjoyed their ice creams along with the summer evening air. 

Grace looked around, the colourful world looked so beautiful. The lights of the tall buildings and the moon shined over the river. She wondered if Hongjoong ever thought about this beauty that she was blessed to see. There were many things wrong in this world but in times like these, the world looked so perfect and gorgeous. 

But that wasn't the most perfect or beautiful site at all. That was the man sitting on her left. It was the most eye-catching site in the world, his innocent face, and personality. She looked at him. Her eyes followed his features and landed on his lips. They looked soft and pink. All she wanted to do was explore them as much as she could. 

"Hongjoong?" He shivered when her hot breath caressed the side of his face.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"C-can I kiss you?" Her breath got heavy. 

Hongjoong's mind blurred. "Please," he consented.

He felt her cupping his right cheek and rubbing her nose against his. Their lips brushed together and then he felt her soft lips against his. Their lips melted into each other just perfectly as if they were made to be kissed. Her lips felt warm against his as his soft lips kissed back. It was immature at first but they got hold of it. The lips moved in sync with the other. It felt so warm and comforting. The inner thunderstorms calmed down and fell into the deep feeling of the romantic treasure. 

They pulled apart to take a breath. Oh, he wanted to look into her beautiful eyes and see the love they poured. He felt so helpless. But her hands held his head and caressed his hair making him melt into her touch. Her forehead rested against hers, the breath fanning over his face. 

"Joongie… you make me feel like a different person. You make me feel things I never felt," Grace sobbed. "You make me hypnotized in your charms," she kissed his forehead and looked into his eyes. They were shedding tears as well. 

"You say that like you don't do things to me," they chuckled. 

The couple stayed like that for a few more moments. It felt like their paths were engaging with each other. The raw feeling of security and belongingness felt so pure and addicting to both of them. 

The time passed rather quickly. It was already getting late and Seonghwa was waiting in front of a nearby bus stop. Hongjoong and Grace walked there, hand in hand. He would kiss her knuckles and make her giggle. They both looked lost in their own happy town. A town where there was love and peace, no one was hurt in that town. 

"Look at you two! Ah, I'm not single but damn you both make me feel like one," Seonghwa's voice pulled them out of their town. "But I'm not complaining. My girl and I have a lot of fun, you know," he smirked. 

"It's just a beginning. You will be seeing more, you know," Grace teased. "Right Hongjoong?"

"Mhm, right," Hongjoong giggled. 

"Alright then. Come on in Hongjoong. We shall go now," Seonghwa came to them and held Hongjoong's hand. 

"Grace, how did you come?" Hongjoong asked. 

"I came here in the cab," she replied. 

"Oh, then we will drop you home. Come on in," Hongjoong offered.

"No, it's fine! My apartment is not so far from here. I can go," she assured them. 

"No, Grace, we insist," Seonghwa smiled and opened the back seat for you to hop in. 

Leaving no place for arguments, she sat in the car. Seonghwa helped Hongjoong in and quickly got in the driver's seat and started moving. The ride was quiet. She looked outside the window and watched the world passing by. In no time, Seonghwa stopped in front of her building. 

"Thank you so much for dropping me," Grace thanked.

"No need to say thank you. It's alright," Seonghwa winked at her, friendly. 

Grace got out of the car and knocked at Hongjoong's window. Seonghwa lowered the window. 

"Joongie, thank you for today. I loved our first date. I'm looking forward to more," She kissed his cheek. 

"I loved it too. And yes, we will plan our next date soon… come here," he asked. Grace came closer to his face. His hand found her face. Tracing his fingers along her cheeks, he found her lips and gave them a quick peck. It made Seonghwa's eyes wide as a round table.

Blushing, Grace giggled and got away from the car. After saying good night, she went back to her apartment. The drunk butterflies were dancing in her stomach. 

~~~

The next morning, when Yunho woke up, he saw Grace humming to herself and was making breakfast. Her hair was wet after the shower and her skin was glowing and looked fresh. 

"Someone is definitely having a good morning," he said while sitting on the island stool. 

"I, indeed, am," she smiled widely, something Yunho didn't see enough. 

"You went on the date yesterday! Fuck! Did you fuck!?" His eyes widened along with his smirk. 

Grace laughed at his reaction. "No, no. We didn't fuck but we did have a great time together. We had dinner and then we bought ice cream from the ice cream truck. After that, we went and spent some time at the Han river… It was wonderful. Nothing sexual, but we might have shared a kiss," she mumbled. 

"Bitch! Tell me the details! We work on details. Detail!!!!!!!" Yunho cheered. 

"Ah, no wonder why our neighbors complain about us. And there is nothing much in detail. We just had a great time and then Seonghwa came to pick him up and then they offered to drop me here so that's how I came back. And when I came in I was looking for you but you were asleep," she recalled. 

"Yeah, I was sleepy yesterday. But it's fine now… How did you kiss? Who initiated it? How was it?" The curious cat perked.

"So, we were sitting there and I kinda got lost in his existence and initiated the kiss. It was romantic and sober. It felt like my whole world fell on the right path. It was heavenly. I didn't want to leave his lips," Grace thought about that moment. 

"I'm gonna get diabetes if you will pour this much sweetness here," Yunho giggled. "I'm so excited for you two!" He got up and walked toward the bathroom, "I'm gonna go and get fresh."

~~~

"Yah! Hongjoong!" Seonghwa called while entering Hongjoong's apartment. 

Hongjoong came out of the bathroom, the towel was resting on his shoulders and his hair was still dripping. "What?"

"Ah, you didn't talk about your date yesterday. So I came in today to get the details," the smirky voice made Hongjoong giggle. 

"Why do you need to know everything?" Hongjoong groaned, playfully. 

"Because," Seonghwa helped Hongjoong to sit on the couch, "that's what best friends do." 

"Oky," he giggled. "Well, it was great. I felt so important," he shyly smiled. 

"Yeah?" Seonghwa smiled at his best friend. 

"Mhm. She was so nice and gave her whole attention to me… she even shut off the people who were talking bad about me," Hongjoong mumbled and looked sad. 

"What people?" Seonghwa frowned. "Tell me everything, Joong."

"Well, when I was waiting, there were a few people at the next table, and they saw that I was blind and started talking about how my date or whoever it is not gonna show up," he said in a small voice. 

"Joong, you know they were just insensitive people who don't even have an ounce of brain and humanity," Seonghwa held Hongjoong's hands and sat on the floor in front of him. 

"I know," the younger whispered, "but they got into my head and I was so close to leaving that place. I thought she wouldn't show up or well, might not want to date me."

"But she did and she protected you," Seonghwa gave a gentle squeeze. 

"Don't you think I should be the one protecting her and not the other way around?" Hongjoong sarcastically said. "I feel like I'm weak. From the moment I know her, she has been protecting me. I feel useless," he scoffed. 

Seonghwa thought about his friend's feelings. It was of the rarest times when he would share his insecurity with him. It made Seonghwa genuinely concerned about Hongjoong. 

"It's not like that, Joong. When you truly love someone, there is no stronger or weaker person as long as you both give mental support to each other. And you both share your responsibilities. Like, she takes care of what you can't see and you take care of what she can't feel. She protects you from the assholes who think you are less than anybody and you make her feel loved. You break the walls that she built around her heart. You make her be herself. Why the hell are you so sad? All I see is that you two fit perfectly like puzzle pieces," Seonghwa got up and opened the breakfast bag that he brought. "Don't think too much. You are gonna ruin what you have with your insecurity. But if you think too much, I would say talk to her. Putting your views on your relationship in front of her might help you feel better. You should talk when you sabotage yourself."

Hongjoong thought about what his best friend said. He was well aware of the fact that his mind is playing tricks on him. He was being manipulated by his past experiences. All of the dates he went to and most of the people he met, they all ended up making him feel bad about something that was out of his control. It was almost like his actions and thinking were being directed by those people. He needed to sort it out before his thoughts ate up his relationship. 

"Here, eat something then we have to go to your parents for lunch. They asked me to bring you earlier, they want you to meet someone as well," Seonghwa informed. 

"Who do they want me to meet?"

"I don't know, they said it was important. That you should be there before eleven."

They ate their breakfast in silence. The thoughts were running wild in both of their heads. 

~~~

"Grace!" Sofia whined. "Tell me the whole thing. Why are we so lagging?" 

Sofia and Yeosang visited Grace to know the whole Hongjoong scenario. They were so amazed by Grace's flushed look. 

"I have never seen her like this. I must say, I was worried that she was sick," Yeosang chimed in while Grace was laying on the couch with a blank face. She was looking at the ceiling without blinking. 

Yunho wanted to laugh at what a tiny man did to her. She was never like this. "Are you sick, Grace?" He asked.

"Mhm," she sighed. The other three got concerned after listening to her heavy sigh. 

"What happened? Should I take you to the doctor?" Yunho quickly got up and kneeled before her. 

"A disorder happened," still not blinking and it made them worry.

"What disorder?" Yunho caressed Grace's head. 

"HGMHD," she sighed again.

"Huh?" They said in unison.

"Hongjoong Got Me High Disorder," she pouted.

"Grace! You scared us!" Sofia hit her with the cushion. 

"What!? You asked what happened," Grace sat up properly, and Yunho got up and eased next to her. 

"So we agree that we are whipped for him… hmm?" Yunho smirked.

Grace groaned and covered her face, "I don't know," she whined, "it's so confusing."

"What is so confusing?" Yeosang questioned and grabbed an apple to nibble on it. 

"I don't know… What if Hongjoong doesn't like me?" She combed her fingers through her hair in frustration. "What if he is doing all of this as an act of kindness? He probably wouldn't even look at me if he had his eyesight," Grace's lower lip wobbled. 

"Oh, Grace," Sofia got up and hugged her. "You still stuck at those crappy remarks from your ex-dates?" 

"I mean, they all said similar things when they left," Grace sniffled. 

"But that doesn't mean that that is true," Yeosang held your hand. 

"Right. They all were assholes. I'm not gonna lie but you always dated shitty people, Grace," Yunho tsked making her chuckle. 

"I have to agree on that one. You did indeed date a bunch of shitheads. They were all filled with the fire of sex. I don't think that they ever saw you. All they wanted was to get their STD-activated dicks wet. It's not your fault," Sofia wiped her eyes.

"I agree!" Yunho exclaimed. 

"How do their words even get inside your skull? I remember the old you. You used to be so in love with yourself," Yeosang got the flashback of her happy days when she would always be happy and cheerful. 

"You know, insecurities only creep in when someone points them out. I know I was so satisfied with how I looked. But… now, when I think about it, it's just that they make sense somehow," Grace sadly smiled. 

The silence dropped onto them. It was a fact that Grace said. Bodies are something that we can never change. People pointing out the flaws that we never saw are as cruel as murdering anybody. It kills someone's confidence and makes them fall into a huge hole of self-hatred. Comparing yourself with others who have perfect bodies is so heart-wrenching.  We forget how we are so unique and blessed with oh-so-perfect figures. The beauty standards that others set are so pathetic. No one can tell anyone what a hot or perfect body is. All are beautiful. Regardless of their weights, heights, sizes, curves, features, race, or nationality, they all are marvelous. It's a beauty on its own. We always forget that we are natural art. Our flaws make us who we are, they fill in the details of our personality and make us a distinct and unique piece of art. 

The hope of someone loving Grace was so low for herself. Her insecurities were like a truck and her body was like a leaf that came under that truck. Society, the modern society was the biggest denigrator, and the people like Grace and Hongjoong were the biggest victims. 

"But what they say is not true," Yunho whispered. 

"I know…" Grace hugged Yunho. "I will try to work on it," she promised and stood up. Stretching her sore muscles, she stepped towards the kitchen. "So kids, what do we want to eat? I'm hungry," she cheered the mood.

"Ah, I'll order the pizza. You should come back and sit with us. We still need to know how the Hongjoong thing happened," Yeosang excitedly said. 

"You not gonna let it go?" Grace blushed thinking about Hongjoong. 

'There is no going back for my feelings now,' Grace mentally sighed… happily. 

"You should have hit her face with that $1000 bag!" Sofia exclaimed after Grace told them about how she first met Hongjoong. 

"I know, right? She was annoying," Yeosang ugh-ed. 

"Hm. I was feeling so bad about this whole thing. He didn't know that that bag was going to be there," Grace said. 

"Ah, but I'm proud of you, Grace," Sofia patted her back. "You took a stand. It was necessary."

"These people need to be put in their places. How could anyone say that?" Yeosang said.

"I know. But what happened next?" Sofia asked. 

"Then we went to the library and we talked a bit then we went to the book shop to buy my books and then I dropped him back at the cafe," Grace smiled. 

"Why did you leave him back there? You could have given him the lift to his house," Yeosang loudly thought. 

"Well, I did ask him if I could drop him at his place but he said that his friend is gonna pick him up and all," they all nodded. "Ah, anyway. We are going to our parents this weekend. Do you two want to join us?" Yunho's ears perked at Grace's offer to their friends. 

"Yeah, you should join us. It's been a while," Yunho said. 

"Well, I am going to Jeju Island with my cousins this weekend. So, I'll pass. Maybe next time," Yeosang smiled. 

"And Maya and I are flying to Busan for the seminar about skincare," Sofia's eyes sparked. "I told you, remember?"

"Ah, I forgot that it was this weekend," Grace nodded to herself. 

"But as Sangie said next time!" Sofia grinned. "Tell your parents that we sent good wishes."

"Sure, Sofia. But we all should make a plan for it. My parents miss all of us," Yunho chimed. 

"Mmhm, mine too," Grace said. 

"Grace, your parents have been waiting for you for so long. I'm sure they would want to spend their time with you only this time. I mean after the dinner," Sofia pointed out. 

A gloomy mood spread on Grace's face. She missed her parents but had very little courage to go back. She didn't want to show them her dejected phase. They were going to break if she did that. No good parent wants to see their children go through something that makes them hate themselves. For them, their children are the most handsome people in the world. 

"I hope it goes well," Grace sighed.

~~~

Grace was working out at her place on the balcony, and Yunho was at Mingi's place. She was doing planks when her phone rang. She got up and wiped the sweat off of her forehead and looked at her phone. 

BAE💓

She smiled and picked up the call immediately, "Hello?"

"Hi, Grace. How are you today?" Hongjoong's honey-like voice echoed from her phone.

"Hi, I'm doing great, Joongie. What about you?" Grace walked onto her balcony and leaned against the railing and looked at the world passing by. 

"Ah, I'm fine now that I listened to your voice," he giggled. 

Grace exaggerated a gasp, "you flirted with me!?" They laughed. 

"Oh, do you not want me to?" Hongjoong teased. 

"I never said that," she mumbled. 

"Oky, so I can flirt as much as I want," he chuckled. 

"I mean, you can," Grace picked on the skin around her nails. 

"Well, we will do that, no doubt. But I was thinking about yesterday," he began. 

"What about yesterday?" Grace asked. 

"It was the best date I ever had. I enjoy being with you," Grace's heart fluttered. He didn't say "enjoyed" but "enjoy". It made her inner self somersault. 

"Yeah?" He hummed, "I loved it too, Joong. I love to spend time with you. I adore it so much," Hongjoong blushed and chuckled. He never got this much attached to anybody but Grace. 

"That's nice to hear… So I was thinking if we could go out on a date?" Hongjoong hesitated.

"Ah! Yes! Please. We can go," Grace's excitement made Hongjoong giggle. "When do you want?"

"This weekend maybe?" He brushed his hand through his hair.

"Oh, not this weekend. Yunho, Mingi, and I are going back to our hometown for a dinner party with our parents for Mingi and Yunho's engagement," Grace's face fell. 

"Ah, it's alright. We can go out some other day," Hongjoong suggested. 

"Hmm, are you free next Tuesday evening?" She asked.

"Yea, I'm free in the evening," he recalled his schedule in his head. 

"Oky, great! I know this nice restaurant. They have some of the best food around here. We can go there for dinner. What do you think?" Grace asked.

"That's fine with me," Hongjoong smiled. 

"Oky. And I want to ask you something," Grace shyly said.

"Go on,"

"I was thinking if I could pick you up that evening?" She questioned.

"Sure!" Hongjoong smiled widely. "I'll ask Seonghwa to text you the address," he said.

"Oky cool, we'll meet on Tuesday!" She chimed.

"Yes. Have a nice day, Grace," Hongjoong wished. 

"You too!" And they hung up. 

This made both of them happy. They both were thinking about talking about a few of their self-doubts to each other. Hopefully, this dating relationship turns into more. 

In the end, they both made each other feel worthy. 

{Three}

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Sanaa's note:

Ahh, I hope you liked this part! I don't know but I'm kinda proud of this fiction. But anyway, I always appreciate the feedback💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

Taglist:

@veneziamadness @perfectlyspaceshongjoong

*lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist.*

*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*

Have a nice day/night💓

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[buildinggsr]

I bumped into this moment some time ago. I never noticed it before, and some thoughts sprouted from it. I thought I’d write one of my rambling about my strange theories. I should have kept translating the rollercoaster fic but I wrote this instead (I’m at chapter 7 by the way)

Facts to be taken into consideration: we are at the end of episode 3.01 "Revenge is best served cold" now and Grissom gave the plant™ to Sara in episode 2.15 "Burden of proof". So, plants are already something to them, at the moment. Also keep in mind that "[i]n Roman mythology, Flora is the goddess of flowers: a symbol of beauty, youth and new beginnings. The word ‘flora’ identifies the natural realm of plants and flowers."

So -

We see Sara entering the office and being intrigued by the plant that Grissom is arranging on the table. No wonder, she likes vegetation. The moment she enters the room, Grissom raises his eyes from the plant and has the time to notice Sara's reaction. It's when their eyes meet. The camera lets us appreciate Grissom’s reaction: when Sara moves her look upwards from the plant and stares at him in a sort of inquiring way, Grissom's eyes widens a little, his look softens, his mouth moves in a restrained smile. His body seems to acquire a prouder posture. "Here my present for you, again," he seems to say.

They must have talked about the original plant™, at the time of "Burden of proof". One doesn't receive a plant from Grissom and just goes “oh, ok, great, let’s move on”. To say the least, they go to him and say "thank you", right? Even more so when the receiver of the plant is Sara. It must have been a very cute moment to see ― I imagine it happening in an isolated place (the locker room or the car while driving to a scene, maybe), they both trying to keep tenderness under control, unsure about the words to say, afraid at the same time to say too much and too little.

Now, months away from that moment, unexpectedly Grissom's "Here my present for you, again" is dropped. I like to think that Grissom decides to make such a scenographic presentation for his explanation of the case on purpose. To please her.

At the beginning of the episode, upon hearing Hank tell Warrick to say hello to Sara, we see Grissom turning to Hank in a sort of “feed someplace else, boor” way. He perceives, maybe for the very first time, that Sara is having something going on with that primitive. Because of that, on the crime scene that he, Warrick and Sara are working, we see him sharply tell her to take one of the chairs of the poker game to the lab ― so she'll stay away from Hank. For the first part of the episode, we see Grissom being kind of apart from Sara: despite her keeping invading his personal space, they works almost always separately, we see them in a scene together only few times and he almost never interacts with her (when he doesn’t shoot her meaningful and lost looks). At one moment, we see him working in solitude listening to an aria. Here, it seems to me, something changes in his mind.

The aria Grissom is listening to when Sara arrives in the room is not a casual one. It's from Leoncavallo's "Pagliacci", an opera revolving around jealousy. The piece of music of the scene, in particular, is “Vesti la giubba” (“Put on the costume”). It is sung at the end of Act I by Canio, who is preparing for the comedy as Pagliaccio despite having just discovered his wife Nedda's betrayal. This aria represents the concept of the "tragic clown," who sustains his comic role without showing any upset, but inwardly experiences a personal drama - which is exactly what Grissom is living at the moment. While he’s there in his melancholic solitude, Sara arrives and stops the music right when Canio is asking himself if he’s even a man, trying to muster courage and enter the stage (instead of just being just a clown  ― on the stage and in his personal life). Grissom has not seen her arrive, he’s focused on his papers, and it's only when the music stops that he sees Sara. It's now, I like to think, that something inside his mind changes, now that he's on the edge of facing his destiny, about to renounce to happiness once for all, brave like that part of Titanic's crew who in the bowels of the ship kept the machines working until the last moment before the sinking. 

Sara must have appeared beautiful in his eyes - I mean more beautiful than usual. Indeed, throughout the episode she looks really great, fresh, happy. Cheerful. And that makes Grissom's heart bleed. But, all of a sudden, he might have realized that the smile now adorning her face is a different smile. One of those shy smiles she shoots him when she feels embarrassed. Embarrassed because of the feeling that keeps them bound one to the other since they first met. 

Let's get back to the beginning of the episode for a moment, just before Grissom implicitly sends Sara to the lab. Warrick notices that one of the chairs he's examining with ALS is dirt with what he thinks is urine and asks confirmation of it to Grissom. He confirms that and explains, "Game like this (poker), leaving the table early could be perceived as a sign of weakness." It's possible that when he finds Sara in front of him more beautiful than it has ever been, Grissom applies this rule to his relationship with her: he decides to not leave the table too early, he decides to fight for her girl. He's indeed a man, not a clown. 

In this term, it's curious what he says to Sara when she, upon stopping the music, asks him what he's got. "Suspicious waitress," he replies. It's the reference to something suspicious, something like a "lie" that strikes me. The waitress is lying, if we're talking about the case; but if we render the sentence in a broader and general meaning, a woman is saying or acting falsely. These are the very first words Grissom says to Sara in that scene, "a woman is probably saying or acting falsely". Just like in the case of the statement about the game of poker, let's now apply this new sentence to GSR. The only woman that really is in Grissom's life is Sara. So we might say that Grissom says "the waitress is lying" but he means "you (Sara) are lying. All your cheerfulness is just a façade, the smiles you throw around are just the show of a clown. The very smile you just made now, in this room populated just by you and me, so sweetly and timidly happy ― this is your real smile. And you just made it to me."

It's as if the words of the Leoncavallo's song now shift "owner": they could be applied to Grissom at the beginning of the scene, but could be applied to Sara now. Sara is the one mustering courage to step away from Grissom, despite her feelings ― despite their feelings. She's mustering courage to establish a new relationship with another man, since the one with Grissom seems impossible to achieve. She, like in the opera, exemplifies the entire notion of the "tragic clown": smiling on the outside but crying on the inside.  

And we finally arrive at the "Here my present for you, again" moment. Given all that was said before, Grissom interprets this new plant as a means to make Sara remember the secret feeling they’re sharing for each other and make Hank vanish from her mind in any shape or form. As though this new plant could mark a new beginning. 

I like to think that it works, in some part ― at the moment, at least. I like to think that in front of the new plant they share a moment of secret intimacy and, at the memory of when they talked about the original plant™, their hearts melt a bit with tenderness. I like to think that when Grissom's explanation concludes, Warrick leaves and they are left alone with all their emotions cradling their hearts and minds. Maybe she tells him something about the plant he doesn't know. Maybe they talk about botany. Science has always kept them together and so now botany becomes the spark igniting a genuine and bright discussion. One of those discussions where they feel free: science is a neutral contest ground, personal matters are not directly involved and this makes them enjoy the discussion unhindered. 

Maybe, just like at their first meeting, during a discussion about anthropology, Sara was the one stalling trying to get the nerve to ask Grissom to dinner, now, during a discussion about botany, Grissom is the one stalling trying to get the nerve to ask her to dinner. 

I like to think that the plant finally ends in Sara's hands. Maybe she asks what it will be of it and Grissom says that she can keep it. "Here's my present to you again," he means.

Alas, we all know what follows in the evolution of the series, and the cold shower Grissoms receives in the following episode. But most importantly, we all know how the story finally ends.  🥰

I probaby missed a lot of points, but I hope you enjoyed the typos at least

#csi #csiedit #csi cbs #gil grissom #sara sidle #grissom x sara #csi 3x01 #william petersen #jorja fox #is this a real meta or is this just fantasy? #csi crime scene investigation

[gaycavendish]

Mml time travelers trio au is sooooo good! No thoughts head empty just thinking abt how cute it is... <3 actually now I'm somewhat curious as to like what Sara is up to, or how they got started with it, or if it's set in the far off future too... !!! :^D

HEHE thank you :] !! Under a Read More, i got chatty!!!!

Sara may occasionally join them, especially when they first start, but ultimately she prefers enjoying time travel from the safety of the TV LOL. She for sure has hours long conversations with milo about their adventures though, keeps a log of differences between time travel in doctor zone and the real world. I think she and milo probably made the doctor zone parts of his costume together :]. Milo brings her trinkets and such from the future & past when she doesn’t join them!

For how they got started, Melissa and Milo already have interest in time travel and, coincidentally, contact with the guy who invents it! One step closer to being queen of the universe for Melissa (also that ep where she goes on a mission with Savannah lives in my mind rent free as proof melissa is good at + enjoys time traveling), and a possible career choice for milo, where hes able to do all sorts of things and go all sorts of places (and, most importantly, help people + hang out with his friends!), since he wasn’t sure during the career day episode, and at the time hadnt known Time Traveler to be a viable option LOL. As for Zack, I think he likes the adventure + the glamour! Still a little bit of lumberzack left in him, plus he likes to hang out with milo and melissa of course, and theyd get in too much trouble to handle without him. Melissa is their sort of mission finder, since she has a good word put in for her at the time bureau and can get information. Milo of course taking the time travel expert role, and Zack being their damage control + honestly communications expert. This is entirely headcanon zone for me but i think he has a knack for talking to aliens and people from nearly every time period. Our charismatic boy!!

Its not terribly far in the future! If i remember right, doofenschmirtz is supposed to invent time travel 12 years after the pnf effect, and i sort of picture him, maybe in the latter half of the 12 years, having prototypes that he lets milo test out (it ensures durability, no? ahaha). Milo is in pretty big trouble with the time bureau for. being Milo and in contact with the literal entire spacetime continuum, so they try to avoid going too close to the bureau during any times where Mr. Block is, well, alive. (guy is Mean! and milo doesnt want to get cavendish and dakota in trouble, since god knows block would assume it was them that gave milo access to time travel)

I hope this answers your questions : D!!!!! thank you for asking HEHE they have been bouncing around in my brain foreverrr

#asks #milo murphy's law #Time Travelers Trio AU #<- i like that you called it that… TTTAU! T3AU! and i wanted a tag for talking abt it so im gonna use that :] #tttau

[futbolfanficpunk]

Meeting Eric in Manchester

Player:Eric García Word Count: 1270+ You meet Eric Garcia through his mate Adrian Bernabé when he is playing for Manchester City, he asks you out. Themes: Flirting, Fluff

It was spring in Manchester, it was still a bit chilly in the city but you were feeling pretty warm under the blanket, with your heater on. You could hear that your roommate was already awake, banging pans, and preparing her breakfast. It smelled like toasted bread but you didn’t feel like waking up just yet. You wanted to be in bed reminiscing about what had happened last night.

You went to see your friend Adrian play for the Manchester City Under-23 team against Liverpool U-23 at the stadium. Adrian and you had met at your university, at a charity event that Man City had organized, you had helped put together because of your student job with the uni. Adrian talked your ear off and you hit it off. He was sort of a flirt, and you liked it because you were too. At the stadium, he got you had really good seats for the game, Adrian had left you two tickets, for you and your friend Sara. Sara was one of your friends from uni and a foreign exchange student from Italy. You both were excited and had dressed up in cute outfits and did your hair and makeup. Adrian played well that day. He was fast, effective, and composed. You noticed that lots of people were taking pictures with someone seated a few rows under and to the right of you, but didn’t know who he was. After the last whistle was blown, Adrian seemed to look for you right away, he waved at you and you waved back. He made a few hand singles and gestures to tell you to wait around and to look at your phone. After a long while, someone from the Man City staff came over to escort you to the area near the dressing room.  Adrian, showered and changed, came out with a tall young man with glasses. It was the guy that people were taking pictures with. “Hey girls!” he said excitedly with his cute Spanish accent as he gave both you and Sara kisses on each cheek. “This is my friend Eric,” he said while pointing to Eric. “These are Y/N and Sara” You waved at him. He smiled with his mouth closed and waved back. “Shall we all go out?” asked Adrian “I have the perfect place, let’s all go in my car.” You all ended up in a pub nearby, although the boys said they were only going to have one beer because beer is basically prohibited within their diet. “You’re an athlete too?” you asked Eric

Adrian answered for him “Eric is playing with the first team, he’s playing under Guardiola now. If you watch the games, you’ll see him. Eric García, number 50.” 

Eric nodded and said “So, yes, I’m an athlete too” 

“But do you wear sports glasses to play football?” you asked while staring at his glasses. “I wear contacts” he explained

“Of course you do.” you said embarrassedly while fixing your hair.

Adrian asked if you and Sara wanted anything to drink, 

“I’ll take a beer, whatever type you guys are drinking.” you replied.

“I’m going to have to go with you because I don’t know what I want.” said Sara

“Ok, come with me” said Adrian and as he left he asked her where her accent was from as he put his arm around her shoulders.

Eric and you were left alone for a few minutes, so you decided to ask him about himself. He explained that he was from Barcelona but had been here for two years now. His English was very good, he had a thick accent, which you found so attractive. He was indeed a walking tall, dark and handsome Spanish athlete stereotype. 

Adrian and Sara came back talking and giggling, gave you both the pints of beers they got and kept talking while basically ignoring you and Eric. “I guess they hit if off” you chuckled awkwardly while facing Eric

“So, I guess we’re left to fend for ourselves, just you and me now,” said Eric “Cheers!” he grinned as he clinked his glass onto yours

You spent the night talking, drinking small sips of beer, making fun of Adrian and Sara who were already making out, cracking jokes, a bit flirting, and talking about football, and basketball which you knew a little about. This Eric guy seemed really laid back guy and was easy to talk to, you thought while you looked at him speak As Eric finished his beer, he looked at you and asked “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” your heart started racing as a consequence of the flirty squint in his eye

“I think you’re really pretty, Y/N” he said calmly and he leaned towards you

“Oh! That’s sweet!” you said, slightly surprised “I think you’re really pretty too”

Eric laughed and moved closer to you

“Look, I think you should give me your number and let me take you out on a date. Yea?” said Eric confidently

You look over and Sara and Adrian talking close to each other while almost kissing again.

“Yea, I don’t see why not” you realized that almost sounds like you weren’t into the idea too much “I mean, that would be great. Really cool!” you insisted while blushing. You wrote your number on his phone and he texted you so could save his.

“Hostia!” Eric said “It’s 1am! I have to go home! I have training tomorrow. I’ll take a cab, I’m not waiting for Adrian.”

“If you’re leaving, I’m leaving!” you said and turned to Adrian and Sara and shouted through the music “Darlings! I’m going home, have fun! We’ll talk soon! it’s so good to see Adrian” and you gave them both kisses on each cheek like Adrian likes to do.

“Y tu, Eric?” asked Adrian as he saw Eric stand up from the couch.

“Me voy, tio, entreno mañana a las 10. Te escribo mañana, okay?” and said goodbye with a hug.

You were ordering an uber on the sidewalk in front of the pub when Eric stood next to you and said “I ordered a cab, I have a guy who gave me his number, he knows me now, and should be here in a minute or two.” “Almost like having a private driver, isn’t it?” you said as you looked up from your phone to look at him “Mine should be here in five.” “Do you want me to wait for your uber?” Eric offered.

“No, that’s ok but thanks” you replied. This Eric was a gentleman, you thought. 

As the cab parked in front of the pub, he leaned to say goodbye with a kiss on each cheek, Eric said “Vale, bella, Cab's here. I’ll write to you tomorrow, OK”

Once he got really close, you got a scent of him, he smelled of light cologne and hair gel, which made you feel all warm inside and giddy.

You couldn’t wait to see him again, so you told yourself to be brave.

“Hey...!” you shouted as you stopped him from closing the cab’s door all the way and opened it.

“Make sure you text me,” you said, and you went for it; you softly kissed his lips for a few seconds, “Ok?” you said as you pulled back out of the cab

“Okay. I’ll make sure” he said with a wide grin as he nodded.

And there you were, the next morning, cuddling with your pillow thinking of him. When your phone vibrated on your night table. It was Eric

Good morning, Y/N! I have a busy day today, and I play tomorrow but I’m free Sunday after 3pm. Could we meet then? It was great to meet you. x.

#eric garcia #eric garcia imagine #eric garcia fanfic #eric garcia fanfiction #eric garcia x reader #eric garcia futbol imagine #eric garcia football imagine #football imagine #futbol imagine #football fanfic

[genshin-obsessed]

Hello! Could I please request Raiden Shogun, Sangonomiya Kokomi and Yae Miko adopting a small orphaned girl that they saved from an abyss mage? Sorry if its too much to ask, but thank you :))

This idea is so unique! I've gotten the Parent!reader before but I don't really get Child!reader fics often! This was cute and really fun! Thank you for sending in your request <3

Little Bundle of Joy

Raiden Shogun

“Did you eat your snack, (y/n)?” Ei asked as she walked to you. With a big smile, you looked up at her and nodded.

“All by myself, too!” The archon chuckled at your words and held her hand out which you took immediately.

“Good girl, now, let’s go for our walk. Guess who’s coming to see you.” Your big eyes looked up with wonder as you gave Ei another smile.

“Is it Sara?! Is it?!” She nodded as the two of you approached the exit of the tenshukakku. 

“Yes, you’re so smart.” Just as the two of you descended down the stairs, you saw the tengu warrior not too far. Pulling your hand out of Ei’s, you ran towards her, making both women’s eyes widen.

“Careful!” They yelled together as you practically flew down the stairs into Sara’s arms.

“(Y/n)!” She scolded with a frown, “You mustn’t run down the stairs like that. You could hurt yourself.” Your frown mirrored hers and you lowered your head a little.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Ei said as she patted your head. “She was just excited.” Sara placed you down on the ground and you quickly latched onto her hand and walked down the path with her as Ei followed from behind. She was kinda glad she adopted you now. Ei never thought she’d be a mother yet here she was, with a little girl of her own. You really were the pride and joy of her life.

Yae Miko

“Now, now, little (y/n), what have we talked about?” Yae said, looking down at you. You deflated dramatically as you dropped the little sakura blossoms on the ground. You had been running around Narukami Shrine collecting all the sakura blossoms but had gotten a bit dirty in the process.

“I just wanted the flowers…” you mumbled, making Yae crouch down to your height.

“Wanting the flowers is completely ok, but getting so dirty is not. Now you have to take a bath.” At her words you deflated even more, knowing that this would take so long! But, on the bright side, after baths, Yae loved to dress you up and you’d wear an outfit that almost matched hers.

Holding your arms up, your mother picked you up and took you to your bedroom where she prepared the bath. Taking your clothes off, she helped you climb into the tub where you started to play with the small toys inside. You giggled when she splashed you with some water before she gathered some soap and started to wash your hair.

Yae liked to sing a small song while she washed you, often exaggerating some words to make you laugh and whatnot. Not ten minutes later, you were all squeaky clean and Yae was drying your hair. She was quick to slip some clothes onto you, giving you a cute little outfit that was almost like hers though it was a bit longer.

“Come now, let's collect sakura blossoms the right way.” She said, holding her hand out to you.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

The last thing on Kokomi’s mind was children. She was just too busy for things like that, not to mention, she didn’t even have a partner yet! But then, you fell into her lap out of the blue. She had been talking with Gorou about something when she heard screaming. The two ran in the direction only to find you, a tiny little girl, being harassed by some abyss mages. Without thinking, Kokomi slayed the fire abyss mage and took you in her arms and never let go.

Days and weeks passed by with ease and she was able to manage you along with her duties for the first bit. But slowly, you started occupying more time- requiring more effort that she needed to pass her duties along to Gorou and some others she trusted. Taking care of you became her full time job and she never really thought about it until the day a woman asked about your origins. Kokomi didn’t know because you were just a little girl she’d saved in the middle of nowhere. However, she decided that even though you didn’t remember your previous origins, you could still have a home. With her.

So against her usual judgment, she decided to adopt you. And that was easily the best decision she ever made in her life. Everyone loved you, you were just this little ball of joy in such a terrible place. Everyone did their best to keep you smiling and happy and away from the war. It didn’t work out sometimes, especially when you got to really love a person and they stopped showing up. Kokomi had a hard time explaining that they were killed in the war against the Raiden Shogun. Though she knew you’d be better off somewhere else- with an actual mother- Kokomi could never give you up.

When you’d fall, she picked you up. When you got hurt, she bandaged your wounds. When you cried, she’d hold you and sing to you until you fell asleep. Kokomi may not be the traditional mother but she was your mother and that’s all she needed to know.

“Sleep well, my little (y/n).” She said as she looked down at you in her lap, peacefully dreaming away.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kokomi x reader #raiden shogun x reader #yae miko x reader #genshin impact x female reader #female reader

[yoongisugaagust]

HOME: The Sleepover

•Summary: Min Yoongi meets his forever.

“Do you want me to kick his ass? Because I will. Idol or not he can’t hurt my best friend.”

You shook your head. “Maybe he’s having second thoughts about us.”

“I don’t want to leave you now,” Sara huffed.

“You’re a whole ass engaged woman,” you laughed a little. “Go live with your fiancé and have a beautiful life.”

“No,” Sara protested. “You can move in with us. We’ll have a few extra rooms and you can take your pick. Oh there’s a room with a balcony that gives a nice view of the city skyline.”

“I would never. I’m okay with living on my own.” You laid across the couch lounging with your best friend drinking on your last night living together.

“I’m really going to be living with a boy from now on,” Sara sighed. “Promise though we’ll still have our girls nights?”

“Always. Even when we’re old and gray.” You agreed.

The whole night went by in a blur and you and Sara recounted your previous relationships and the various mistakes you made, grateful for the current lives both of you were now leading. It was your last “single girl” sleepover spent with a few bottles of soju and sleeping together in the living room.

No offense,” you giggled from your spot on the couch. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be getting married. Like a full on wedding to top it off.”

“Yeah no offense taken,” She scoffed then popped another brownie bite into her mouth. “I never saw myself getting married but Chung just makes me feel all these new and different things. It’s weird. Gross even. Who have I become?” She laughed.

“You’re in love idiot. You two are so in love it’s cute.” You trailed off.

“I don’t know what’s going on with Yoongi but I’m sure whatever it is it’ll work out. I really like him for you. Gives me fuck boy vibes but he is different when I get to know him.”

You eyed her knowingly. “I knew you liked him. You’re a softie deep down.” Sara threw a small pillow from the couch right at you.

“I’m serious Y/n. Whatever this is that’s going on I hope you two can work it out. And then I can be the maid of honor for you when he finally decides to get his head out of his ass.”

“Anyway. I hope you start popping out babies once you’re married.”

A knock on the door broke you two out of your little world Sara quick to hop up to open it.

“What do you want?”

Yoongi stood at the entrance while Sara looked at him waiting for a good enough answer as to why she would invite him in.

“Can I just talk to her? I won’t stay long.”

“Y/n! Do you want to talk to him?” Sara had her arms folded to her chest as she called out to you from her place in front of the door. She wasn’t backing down until you gave her the OK.

You nodded to Sara letting her know you would handle everything and she walked over to her room to give you privacy but not without giving Yoongi her fatal stare before leaving.

“Can I come in?” His face was sullen but his voice remained solid. You stepped to the side granting him entrance into the living room where he took a seat. He looked over hoping you would sit next to him and was relieved when you finally did. “Sorry I’m interrupting your night with Sara but I wanted to make sure we were okay, you and I.”

“That’s what you came all the way over here for? You could’ve just left a message.”

“You haven’t been answering my phone calls or messages since last night. What did you expect me to do? Or are we broken up?”

“Is that what you want? Because if it is then..” you couldn’t bring yourself to form the rest of your sentence knowing how that would end up. Yoongi’s inability to refute you had you worried. The seconds filled with silence felt like an eternity.

“I need you to understand me.” He began which fueled the anxious pit in your stomach. “I love you Y/nah. I really do.”

“But..?” You waited as the pit grew larger.

“I’ve honestly never felt this way about anyone and it’s scary for me. My last real relationship we were together for three years. Three years and what I felt for her was nothing compared to what I feel for you. So I’m scared.”

“Yoongi,” you sighed.

“Every step that we take in our relationship is scary to me because it feels like new territory, you know? Of course I want to live with you and spend even more time with you. I’m sorry my reaction to you asking me was so shitty but I just needed time to really think about it to make sure it was the right decision for us.”

Damnit you could cry from the relief you finally felt but you truly saw in his eyes how worried he was. Worried that you would be the one to shatter his heart into jagged pieces because all he needed was time.

“Ask me again.” He looked hopeful and willing.

“No Yoongi. Take what ever time you need before we decide to do this. I’ll be here no matter what.”

His hands gripped your waist bringing you closer to his form. “Ask me again. Please don’t make me beg.”

“I don’t know,” you said sarcastically.

Yoongi gripped you even closer and a hand now rested on the back of your neck pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss.

“Seriously Yoon I don’t want you to feel pressured into this.” You stopped speaking after the pout spread across his face and you huffed.

“Please jagi,” he gave you a peck on the lips. “Please,” another kiss. “Please..” and another.

“Min Yoongi would you like to live with me?”

He couldn’t be bothered to answer your question opting to kiss all over your face instead. At hearing your giggling Sara walked back out of her room.

“Okay enough of that,” her voice was stern but she was happy for you deep down. She couldn’t let Yoongi know that though. “Hurt her again and you’ll be dealing with me next time.”

“Demon,” Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes. Turning back to you looking sincere he wished you a goodnight followed by the sweetest forehead kiss. “You think you can sneak out of here after she falls asleep?” Yoongi grinned and Sara hurled another pillow towards him.

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[mejomonster]

Okay, Young Royals ep 3, things so far:

I love that Simon is willing to stand up to August. YES, we the audience know August is broke, is hiding it, and unwilling to sell his dead dads stuff to get money (which while I think that means he Has money, I get that sentimentality that's a fairly good reason to not want to part with those things). And Simon's friends are SO right to be mad at him for losing it a bit, for telling him "you're like these people." Because like. While I feel like I mightve lost it More than Simon were I in his shoes, he did make his point and at a certain point you have to draw a line of what's okay or not okay to do. As an adult I realize yeah, the line is don't hit someone to the point your friends stop you. But as a teenagers perspective, I get Simon losing it a little. August isn't Even always doing it on purpose, but he is playing with Simon's life. Making light of it, causing huge issues for Simon that August doesn't even consider big or realize is big or Care if it's big and intensely destructive to Simon. Like... even just with power imbalances, Simon never really could say no to getting August alchohol. Simon never really could demand: pay me FIRST or you get nothing. Simon couldn't really avoid trying to get August drugs, cause he didn't want August harassing his sister and making her life more difficult too. And by then August could've blackmailed Simon for the alcohol thing. Anyway my point is: Simon is a brave dude for standing up for himself in an environment where there literally is a red line you don't cross, people aren't even Supposed to be nice to you or your friend, people can't even refer to you positively or neutrally (they have to Insult Simon to avoid being ostracized), and Simon is intensely aware at any point these people Could destroy his life. Or worse, also his sisters. I think he probably was angry at way more than just August. But August participated in these breaking of the rules by taking what he wanted Simon to give him, which gave Simon just enough leverage to feel he could even call August out. Still, Simon's the one in less power

I love Simon in general? What a brave dude?? Dude crushes on a prince, a prince who's constantly (in front of him) controlled and threatened to be a Certain way, who's constantly monitored (to the point willhelm is afraid to be on social media and afraid to be seen by his "friends" simply speaking his mind), and Simon's like: well I AM crushing. I'd never say it out loud cause I have an iota (a tiny one) of self preservation. But if I'm alone and I feel the spark? I am KISSING that boy. And he does!!!

Not just one kiss! Simon, absolute valiant sweetie that he his, goes for a peck. When there's no response, goes for another peck! When there's confusions and "I'm not"? Still let's Willhelm pull him back toward him. Waits and wants to kiss him and when Wille does? He seizes the moment. Absolute star, Simon. He is The Moment. He is Incredible. The nerve of that guy. Simon's like: I won't SAY I have a crush (absolute nightmare scenario to actually have one on HIM I Know) but I am SMOOCHING that CUTE BOY and SHOOTING MY SHOT. In fact I'm going to shoot my shot until I get a clear response, even! He is sunshine he is brave he is just phenomenal. I love him. I also love the whole brave awkward drawn out power balancing act that was that scene.

I love Sara and Felice and in my perfect world they're the secondary relationship but idk if I'll get what I want. I like though that Felice NEEDS that level of honesty: both acknowledging what she wants to hide about herself, and Sara really genuinely admiring her and MEANING it in a way Felice can be more certain is True than when other people compliment her.

#young royals #lb

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm - Part 10

Summary: Alternate Universe. Gordon is a farmer. And he seems to have nothing to do with International Rescue. Now on AO3!   Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family 

New to this fic? Please be aware for this story that parts are posted in sections here on tumblr before I upload the chapter to Ao3. We are about to begin Chapter 5, so you can either select the sections below or read all of what’s on Ao3 to be caught up.

Prologue here Chapter 1: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Ao3 Chapter 2: Part 4 | Part 5  | AO3 Chapter 3: Part 6  | Part 7 |  Ao3 Chapter 4: Part 8 | Part 9 | Ao3  Chapter 5: Part 10 (you are here)

Part A/N: So I went on vacation, got downed by COVID, then had to re-find my writing groove. I still have the cough and the smell of woodsmoke chasing me for some reason. While I was getting better, half the time when I went to go write, I played the game “for inspiration” instead. So, because so many folks are also playing Stardew Valley now (joiiiin meeee), I feel the need to reiterate - this is only vaguely inspired by SDV. Please note the genre, there’s a difficult background being explored, and at the end of the day this is a Virgil and Gordon fic. Thanks for reading if you are still hanging in there. I promise we’re making progress for all the ups and downs. I promise cute chickens will come. 

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Part 10

Things were good for a time. Having new guests was always a juggle to find a new routine for the duration of their stay, but with Virgil the schedule came about seamlessly. In the mornings, he helped Scraps with the barnyard animals, and every other weekday afternoon he had physical therapy with Dr. Mendoza which would leave him drained and irritable. But on opposite days, he would meet up with Everett in the shed – though he was barred from using heavy machinery, he still was an engineer who needed to understand how it all worked and make sure it was safe. It was there he set up his workshop where he could tinker with the parts of the radio while Everett ran maintenance checks.

On one Thursday morning, Sara showed up to the rancher home, and Virgil balked in surprise because it was an off-day and because it was morning, but Gordon came stumbling up from the chicken coop, flicking a feather from his hair, gushing half-hearted apologies for being late. That night over dinner, Virgil grilled Gordon for answers, and the young farmer awkwardly admitted the state of his health the past few years. His progress may have plateaued, but his monthly sessions and exercises kept it so that his back and leg wouldn’t get any worse. Yes, he could keep going at the rate he was: he was permanently injured, not incapable. Yes, it hurt. Chronic pain tends to do that. No, he didn’t want to see any more specialists; there was nothing more they could do.

It wasn’t giving up; it was facing facts.

“Was giving up on your family facing facts?!” Virgil spat, the chair screeching as he forced it back and stormed off to the guest room before Gordon could answer. Not that he knew what he would’ve said anyway.

Virgil dined in the larger home with the others for a few days after that, and Gordon barely saw him between their individual tasks. He even skipped farmer’s market day, choosing instead to work on his radio in the shed. Scraps came in his place, and it gave Gordon some time alone to talk to her about his brother’s progress.

“You should discuss that with your brother.” She’d seen right through him, even though he’d tried to make the question sound as business-like as possible. Just the owner of the estate asking about one of their retreat guests. But that’s just the thing; with Virgil it could never be “just business.” There were too many years, too much hurt, between them, for it to be anything other than a tenuous re-threading of what used to make them close. Her expression softened as she rang up a guest, turning to her business partner once the customer walked away. “He keeps things near the chest here because we are all close to you. But it’s obvious you’re not so alone in your hurt, Gordon. I think you two should talk. Really talk.”

That first part he knew. The second part not so much, as Virgil had given him the indication of the exact opposite. And they seemed to be doing as well as could be by not talking. He feared it would break them fully once they tried.

Like a stranger, Virgil would pad through his home, the lock clinking at night when Gordon was already in his room for the evening, the excess food from dinner stored in the fridge as leftovers. Of small victories, Gordon was grateful that at least Virgil hadn’t retreated to one of the rooms in the shared house, and that the spare bedroom in Gordon’s home seemed enough of a refuge.

Then one night while Virgil still was practicing his phantom act, a soft light from the kitchen startled him at the same time the weight at his ankle released suddenly as Skipper’s head perked up towards a sound unperceivable by the human ear. Virgil was awake.

Skipper jumped off the bed towards Gordon’s closed door, whining.

Gordon himself had been watching the clock in between closing his eyes to beg for rest. He knew, at least, the early hours of the morning were not made for his older brother, so he threw back the covers, slid on his slippers, and followed Skipper into the other room. Virgil blinked heavily, unsteady on his feet, when Gordon hit the light switch to flood the room - yellow and warm in place of the white light of Virgil’s little phone.

“Virgil? You ok?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he grunted, rubbing his eyes with one hand, while with the other he felt for the wooden back of a chair. “Go back to bed.”

“I was already awake,” Gordon said, noticing the stiffness in the way he fell into the chair, the way he was favoring one side. “What do you need? Should I call Dr. Mendoza? Scott?”

“No!” Virgil shot back between gritted teeth, his face pale. “Definitely not.” He reached for Skipper, who wagged her tail at the Virgil’s pets, circled around a few times, then plopped down below him underneath the chair, closing her eyes. Virgil put his head in his arms on the table. “I wish it were that easy,” he lamented to her, and her tail fluttered as he spoke. He fumbled with his words, as if he was about to say more, but held back.

Rarely would Virgil wake during the night when they were younger. It was something Scott and Gordon shared, while John often was only just going to bed after sneaking out to observe the skies. Alan would test how late he could stay up to play his games, but once he was out, he was out.

Gordon wouldn’t remember his dreams, but he remembered the terror. At first it was Ma, then it was Scott, who would find him and help him go back to sleep with white noise of the distant sea.

Nowadays, he relied on resetting his mind with the comforting aroma of caffeine-free chamomile tea with lavender and vanilla, and his white noise became the sound of his fan that kept the room cool.

Virgil hummed. “This smell reminds of John. He always makes something similar when he’s home from Five.”

Gordon nodded. “It’s not commercial, probably won’t be. Tea isn’t anyone’s specialty here.” He set a mug in front of him, a loose-leaf tea infuser hanging into the inside. “Just a hobby.”

“It’s yours? Is there anything you don’t grow?”

“No, we dabble in just about everything in some sort of way.” He slid into the chair opposite his brother, nursing his own blend, adding honey instead of looking up at him.

“I always thought it was Ma’s. John’s tea I mean.”

“As close as I could get. It took me countless batches to get it right, and then I gave myself a deadline since it was supposed to be his Christmas present. The proportions were off until about a year and half ago. I think I finally got it, though.” He sipped it slowly. For him, the memory was more about the fragrance than the taste.  Those nights when Scott would rock Gordon back to sleep with the recording of the sea in the background and John would sneak in quietly with Ma’s tea drifting past them as he carried it into his bedroom. Until it ran out and she was no longer around to make another blend. “Another reason it’s not for the market. It’s too close to the heart.”

She’s raised them to explore their imaginations, respect the Earth and her people, find the discipline within themselves to work hard to be the best version of themselves, come to know their own hearts. Where his brothers were able to take Dad’s dream and make it their own, their mother’s had always been with the land, and Gordon had always felt a little closer to her being here. Surprisingly, as the thought crossed his mind, Virgil echoed it.

“- and I keep remembering these little lessons and fact she taught us. Just these random things like how pumpkins are actually a fruit not a vegetable.”

“That depends on if you speak to a chef or botanist. Technically they are also a type of berry. So are watermelons.”

Virgil shook his head. “I don’t believe that.”

“And raspberries aren’t berries at all.”

“You’re full of it.”

“I promise you I’m not.” He grinned over the cup of tea, happy to see Virgil finally relaxing into the scent as well and that he was no longer rubbing at his side.

Virgil sighed deeply. “You remind me so much of her.”

Gordon suddenly found the color of his beverage an interesting shade of brown, darker than his eyes, a bit closer to Virgil’s color. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize for that. Never for that.” He placed his mug empty on the table. “You’ve done good here, Gordon. And she’d be so proud.”

Gordon coughed. Nodded.

The words wouldn’t quite come.

Virgil yawned, stretching carefully to avoid pulling at his injury. The sound woke Skipper who wiggled forward to sit in front of him and place her head eagerly on his knee, and the two of them stepped back from the table. Skipper rubbed against Gordon’s leg, and he scratched behind her ear.

“Go on, Skip,” he encouraged. To Virgil, he advised, “She’s good company. Try a word game if you can’t go to sleep. Pick a category, like animals or color shades, and then name something in the category for every letter until you stop thinking about – whatever it is.”

A warm hand came to rest on his neck and shoulder, the motion tentative and uncertain but not unwelcome.  “Thanks.”

And quickly it was gone.

“Ah – I’ll get the dishes,” he offered.  

Gordon waited for the clink of Virgil’s door before he got up to rinse both mugs and place them in the top shelf of the dishwasher. He glanced around the empty room, the model ship on the table, his plant on the counter, back towards the dark of his bedroom. He breathed deeply the fresh night air let in through the cracked window near the sink, seeing the light of stars.

He left his slippers by the back door, threw on a light sweater, and walked barefoot through his garden towards the hammock nestled between two trees, where he closed his eyes and tried – he really did – to name various letters of animals.

Eventually, he gave up. His communicator was in hand before he thought about it.

“Hey, John.” The voice that saved thousands, red hair, turquoise eyes, a tired smile.

“Hey, Gordon. Can’t sleep again?”

#Gavii Scribit #Fic: TSOF #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Farming Estate AU #Thunderbirds fanfiction