#you got surprised when I didn’t say ‘I love you’ when we said goodnight right then but you didn’t say it either why should I say it first

[pathologicalreid]

next of kin | S.R.

disaster strikes and you and Spencer try to take custody of your younger sister

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: actually might be gn! but i'm too scared to say it is. death, orphan-ing, funerals, child custody issues, blood, general cm violence, like actually an abhorrent amount of death. sorry i killed your parents for the sake of my fanfiction can we still be friends? word count: 3.33k a/n: this is the fic that this post is about. i am in fact my own worst enemy. i hope y'all like it actually genuinely i am most definitely overthinking this. if your name is maya im sorry that sucks.

“What did your parents say?” Spencer asked, walking into the conference room that the local precinct had offered to you.

You had been staring blankly at your phone since you got off the call with your mother, “Uh, they said thanks, but no thanks.”

The uneasy feeling had settled in your stomach as soon as you found out the team was being called to your hometown, and you had been nauseous ever since you found out the UnSub’s pattern.

Married couples with an older child who had moved out and a younger child who was still at home.

Your little sister was a surprise, you had incorrectly assumed your parents were done having kids.

Until today, you wouldn’t have traded Maya for the world, but now you sat in fear of your family being targeted by a serial killer. Hotch had offered them a protective detail, but they declined. Self-righteous as they were, they told you it wouldn’t feel right for them to accept help that couldn’t be offered to everyone.

Clenching your jaw, you stood at the table, “I’ll go by later and check in on them.”

Spencer had met your family twice by now. Last Christmas he had tagged along to meet them and celebrate with your family before the two of you spent New Year’s with his mom. Then, while your sister was on Spring Break, they flew out to Virginia, and you and Spencer had shown your family around Quantico and the District.

Maya had loved Spencer, partially because you loved him, but mostly because of his magic tricks.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked, stepping up next to you and placing a hand on the small of your back.

You sighed and shook your head, “No, not if you’re needed here.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, smiling softly, “Thank you for offering, Spence.”

He nodded affirmatively, “If you change your mind,” he offered. Gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before the two of you returned to the rest of the team.

The fact that your parents lived only five minutes from the police station gave you some relief, but you still felt tightly wound. Everyone had noticed. You just needed this case to be over.

The porch lights were on when you got there, and you used your house key – which you had never taken off of your keychain - to open the front door. “Hey, kiddo,” your dad greeted from the couch. A peek into the kitchen showed you that your mom was wiping down the counters. It all felt so eerily normal.

It was dark by the time you had gotten there. Maya was already asleep, but you tip-toed into her room anyway and kissed her goodnight before going back downstairs. Once you had hugged both of your parents and told them you loved them, you made your way back to the police precinct.

By nearly three in the morning, there was no new information, and the team was starting to consider calling it a night until the police chief got a call.

“We just got a call. Lady reported shouts coming from her neighbor’s house at 86 Meadowbrook,” he informed you, putting his hands on his hips and looking around at the team.

None of them even spared him a returning glance, everyone’s eyes were on you.

Blinking rapidly, you nodded assuredly, “I have to go get Maya.” You didn’t even recognize your voice even as you said it. It couldn’t have been your voice. That was the rasp of someone far away from you.

All of the other voices around you were muffled, you couldn’t hear what people were telling you, let alone understand them.

Maya. Maya. Maya.

Brown eyes. There they were, right in front of your face. “Let’s go get her,” Spencer whispered.

You had been speaking out loud. Repeating your sister’s name like a prayer without even realizing it.

Hotch let you go with them, but he made it abundantly clear to you – and the rest of the team – that you weren’t working this case anymore.

Surrounded by reverent voices in an SUV, JJ drove while Spencer stayed in the back with you. He held your hand tightly in his.

The house was closed off with police tape. Bright yellow plastic fluttered in the wind as you watched your team and other emergency personnel enter and exit. At your insistence, Spencer went in to get Maya, it felt like it had been hours before he walked out, carrying her in his arms.

Carefully, he brought her to you, and you pulled her close to your chest, blocking her eyesight as two body bags were brought out of the house.

You didn’t hear anything after that. You just let yourself be moved to wherever you needed to be, holding your kid sister as she cried for your parents.

They had to take their bodies to the hospital even though they were already gone, and you needed to be the one to confirm their identities. Spencer stayed with Maya while you were busy. She had cried herself to the point of exhaustion, you were grateful that she was sleeping, and then you felt cruel.

By sunrise, she was still asleep, and you had been set up in that same conference room from earlier. Sitting across from you was a social worker, a representative of the state. Your lips had parted in shock as you looked at her, “What do you mean they denied my request?”

In an attempt to be helpful, JJ worked with you to file an emergency request for custody of Maya, and the case worker had just told you that the request was denied. “The state doesn’t believe your request is valid,” she told you.

Your mouth went dry, “I don’t…” you glanced over at your little sister. “Our parents were murdered last night, and they won’t let me take custody of my sister?” You asked indignantly, peering at the social worker. It wasn’t her fault, somewhere in your grief-ridden brain you knew that, but you couldn’t help the feeling that she was somehow your enemy.

“They don’t believe you can provide her with a stable living environment,” the social worker, Brittany, explained.

Narrowing your eyes, you responded, “A stable living environment like a foster home? I’m her sister. We’re family – the only family each other has left.” You stood up, excusing yourself for a moment before walking out of the precinct. Once you were outside, you promptly hurled into the bushes.

That was how he found you, to the side of the building with your hair haphazardly moved out of your face, dry heaving into the shrubbery. Gently, Spencer placed a hand on your back before starting to rub small circles on your back, “You should eat something, love.”

You just shook your head in response, you weren’t hungry. “They won’t let me take her,” you whispered morosely, straightening up, you kept your back facing him.

“What?” He asked, his hand abruptly stopping its movement on your back.

Taking a deep breath and sitting on the curb, you looked up at Spencer. “The state thinks I’m not stable enough to take her in,” you said, resting your chin in your hands.

Your boyfriend crouched down so that he could sit next to you, “Are you going to challenge it?”

“Of course I am,” you cried. “But what happens to her in the interim, Spence? She gets placed with whatever foster home here and I go back to Virginia? I see her when the family court resolves this in two years?”

Treading carefully, Spencer cleared his throat, “What are you going to do?”

Defeated, you shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m…” your voice trailed off. “My parents are dead, Spencer,” you murmured softly, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around you, “I know, darling. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t think I can do this alone,” you whispered, leaning gently into him.

Spencer turned to kiss your temple, “It’s a good thing you’re not alone then. I’m not going anywhere.” He waited for a moment before continuing, “Give me something to do. Give me a job to take off of your shoulders.”

In the end, you let Spencer take over funeral planning. He thanked you for trusting him before the both of you went back into the precinct.

You had just hung up with a family lawyer who had offered to take your case, letting your phone drop to the floor, you let your arms hang at your side. Someone had taken Maya to get breakfast while you spoke with the lawyer.

At the sound of the phone falling to the floor, Spencer stepped into the conference room, letting the door click shut before him. “Hey, what did he say?”

Pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, you took in a deep breath, “Um, he said he’d be willing to take the case if I could put together a case plan to present before the judge.”

Before that phone call, you didn’t know what a case plan was, you could’ve gone your whole life without knowing what a case plan was.

“I need a year-long plan for how I’m going to prepare to have Maya in my custody, but he said a year is the best he can do,” you said, staring blankly at the wall ahead of you. “A year?” You whispered aimlessly, “I’m not waiting a fucking year to take custody of her. I have to take her home, Spence. I have to.” It wasn’t your intention to snipe at him, but you felt like you couldn’t help yourself.

The events of the last twelve hours threatened to take you down, but you had to stay strong for Maya.  

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at Spencer, “Why is it that every time I convince myself that it’s going to be okay, I get tossed to the ground again?” You asked him.

Maybe because you weren’t fully convinced. Maybe it was because it had only been seven hours. You needed to remind yourself of that.

“She’s a ward of the state?” Spencer asked for clarification, holding you tightly.

Nodding absentmindedly, you rested your head on his shoulder as he swayed gently. “She can stay with me until after the funeral, and after that, she has to go with the social worker.”

The sad look on Spencer’s face told you that he was running out of ideas, and you were coming to the very same conclusion. “We could get married,” he offered.

“Stop, Spence,” you said, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe this was where he was going.

He shrugged helplessly, “I’m serious, Y/N. If we get married, they might think we’re stable, as a couple. They might give us custody.”

Your shoulders slumped, “I don’t want to get married just to get custody of my sister.” It certainly wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry Spencer, just not like this.

He nodded understandingly, “I know, but I’m just saying. If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.” Placing a comforting hand on your knee, the two of you sat in silence for a moment. “Do you have any ideas?” He asked you carefully.

Looking through the blinds of the conference room, you saw the rest of the team coming back to the precinct. Setting your jaw, you nodded, “I might.”

Opening the door, you had Maya go in with Spencer while you approached your Unit Chief. “Hey,” Hotch said, a glint of sympathy in his eyes. “How are you holding up?” He pulled you away from the people, wanting to give you privacy.

This wasn’t fair, they were still working on an active case. A case that was disturbingly close to you, and yet, you felt you were out of options. “I need a favor,” you blurted to him, wringing your hands. Your nervous energy made it impossible for you to stay still.

Hotch nodded, “What do you need?” He asked, studying your composure with the eye of a profiler.

You took a deep breath, “I was… I need you to call in a favor with someone. Anyone, really. The state won’t let me take custody of Maya, but I can’t let her become a ward of the state. Not when I’m right here, ready, willing, and able to take her.”

“Okay,” he responded, not even pausing to think about it.

Taken aback, you looked at him curiously, “I- that’s it? I had groveling prepared.”

He nodded almost imperceptibly as if he was trying to tell you it wasn’t necessary. “You’ve been a part of this team for years and not once have you ever asked for anything in return for everything you do for everyone else. This is the least I can do,” he told you.

You couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed, you tackled Hotch in a bear hug, “Thank you.” Your voice was low, “Thank you so much.”

Succinctly, Hotch hugged you back before you pulled away, “I’ll go make some calls.”

It was the smell.

The smell that you’d sensed countless times before on the job, the metallic tang of the blood. It should’ve been mostly dried by now – you supposed you were more susceptible to the scent, considering it was your parent’s blood, but it put you on high alert.

Emily had brought you by so that you could pack a bag for Maya, but you found yourself stuck on the landing. To one side, there was your childhood bedroom and Maya’s room. On the other side, there was your parent’s room.

“Y/N?” Emily called your name from downstairs, “Are you alright?”

No, you wanted to say, but you bit your tongue, scanning the house you had grown up in. “This doesn’t belong here,” you told her, glancing behind you as she made her way up the staircase.

You didn’t have gloves, so instead you pointed at the figurine that was resting on the bookshelves, a little bear facing in the direction of your parent’s bedroom door. “This is in the wrong spot?”

Nodding, your eyes followed the ceramic bear as Emily picked it up with a gloved hand. “It’s mine, it should be in my room,” you informed her. Your parents never changed anything about your childhood bedroom, not since you moved out. “It was like it was watching them,” you thought aloud.

“Do you think the UnSub did it?” She asked you gently, her voice was low but steady.

Blinking rapidly, you kept your eyes focused on the figurine, “Little Bear,” you murmured, “They called her Little Bear.”

Emily shook her head in confusion, dark hair swaying as her head moved. “Who was called Little Bear?”

Dropping the bag you had packed to the floor, you buried your face in your hands, “I should’ve seen it sooner.” The victimology, it all suddenly made sense to you. “When I was a kid, there was a family like mine. A brother who was in his twenties when his parents had another baby, a girl. They called her Little Bear.”

Realization dawned on Emily’s dark features, “Like this bear?”

You picked up the bag and started making your way back down the stairs. “Their mother made those figurines. The parents died in a fire two weeks ago – they left everything to the younger sister. It was all over the news. God, I should’ve figured it out sooner.”

“Hey,” Emily said sympathetically, “You had other things going on. None of this was your fault.” Her voice was stern, harsher than you’d ever heard her, as she pulled out her phone and called the team.

Your teammate drove, passing the police station on the way to drop you off. They left for the takedown, and you felt yourself floating into the precinct. Maya was waiting in the conference room for you, watching cartoons on someone’s laptop.

Kneeling in front of your little sister, you tapped the space bar, pausing the video. “Hey, kiddo,” you whispered, reaching over, and smoothing her hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

She had cried herself to sleep earlier, and you felt like you hadn’t been around enough. Maya sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes, they were red, but not teary. “I miss mommy,” she told you, pouting slightly.

You nodded gently, moving to sit next to her before you pulled her into your lap. At six years old, she was all gangly limbs, just starting to grow into her own person. Just old enough to understand death, “I know, baby. I miss them too.”

“They wouldn’t lemme go home,” she continued, leaning her head on your shoulder. “I wanted Thumper,” she whined, sounding younger than she was.

Looking up at the light, you silently begged for your tears to go away. “I got him for you,” you told her, reaching into your bag and producing the small stuffed bunny that you had given her as a baby.

You savored the way her eyes lit up as she grabbed the stuffed animal from you.

“So, you and Thumper are gonna come to stay with me in Virginia. Do you remember going there? You said you liked it?” You kept smoothing her hair back as she held her toy.

She was silent for a moment, “Will Spencer be there?” She asked quietly.

Smiling slightly, you nodded, “He and I live together, so he’ll be there with us.” Slowly, you started rocking back and forth, trying to soothe the both of you simultaneously.

“As long as he doesn’t pull money out of my ear,” she answered succinctly, shutting her eyes as she leaned up against you.

There was approximately an hour before you watched the team return to the precinct, slowly, you laid Maya down on the couch before walking out. “It was a clean shoot,” you heard Rossi tell Morgan, and one look at the rest of them told you everything you needed to know.

The team went back to the hotel, and Spencer filled you in on the funeral arrangements he had made on your behalf. You were about to try to get some sleep when Hotch approached you and told you he needed to speak to you.

“I called a good friend of mine on your behalf, and he gave me some information. We were able to work out a plan,” he told you, sitting across from you in the hotel lobby.

You were about to tell him that a case plan wouldn’t work, but he held his hand out, telling you to wait.

He nodded before he kept going, “He was able to file an emergency request to grant you temporary custody of Maya, and it was granted.”

You felt sick to your stomach, “She’s mine?”

“Temporarily, you’ll have to take care of some formalities back in Virginia, but you have full custody of her,” he informed you. “You’re being granted family leave, and I’ve encouraged Reid to apply for it as well,” Hotch told you, reaching out and placing a hand on your shoulder. “I am… I’m sorry that you’ve had to go through this but thank you for coming to me when you needed the help.”

You nodded absentmindedly, your head still whirling with the information that you had just been given. Stumbling, you walked back to your hotel room that you were sharing with Spencer and Maya.

The funeral was planned, the custody issue was solved, all there was left to do was…

“Baby?” Spencer said softly as you swung open the door, “Everyone else took Maya to get ice cream, I figured it couldn’t-“ his voice broke off at your first sob.

Everything you had held in came bursting out, all of the grief and stress and exhaustion nearly knocked your legs out from underneath you.

But Spencer was there to catch you.

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[flynnriderishot]

you should do a fic, where chris and reader are arguing abt something. then chris is so angry that he says things that he didn't mean, which makes the reader upset. ( and the ending is fluff )

ALSO I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING ☺️

mean - c.s

“you’re so frustrating to talk to!”

“then stop talking to me, you’re pissing me off.”

you were a sensitive person. anyone could tell just by looking at you.

so when chris said those words, you couldn’t help it when your heart clenched in sadness.

“chris…” matt trailed off.

he had been sitting in the kitchen when your argument started, too nervous to move from his spot. he knew that your arguments never went further than a few meaningless jabs at one another, but chris could get extremely careless when he was angry.

“stay out of it, matt.”

“you’re so rude.”

“yn—”

“don’t talk to me.” you began to grab your jacket, brushing off matt’s concerned look as you ran downstairs to yours and chris’ shared bedroom to grab your keys

as you walk back upstairs, you run into nick,

“hey, where are you going?”

“out. your brothers being mean.”

nick huffed, “again?”

you hummed, “wanna come with?”

“sure. we can stop by target and pretend to buy things.”

as he ran to his room to grab his phone, wallet and a hoodie, you walk back into the living room.

the sound of your keys jangling instantly catch chris’ attention,

“where are you going?”

“away from you.” you sassed him, quickly whispering to matt that you and nick were going to target. you were upset with chris, but you didn’t want him totally worrying about you.

“be careful.” he called out, earning nothing from you in response as you ushered nick out the house.

•••

“what the hell was that?”

“i don’t want to hear it right now.”

“you will hear it right now.” matt snapped, “why are you being a dick?”

“i’m stressed, i didn’t mean to take it out on her.”

he wasn’t lying. he really was stressed. with filming for their channel, thinking of ideas for his own channel, working out the issues with his own brand - chris hadn’t had time to just sit and relax.

so when you came to him after having a bad day, he snapped. he yelled at you that he was too worried about his own issues to listen to anything you had to say.

and one thing about chris, he was a good actor. he could fake a smile like no one’s business, so it was understandable that when you came home from work you didn’t notice the look of frustration on his face, or else you wouldn’t have bombarded him with your problems and instead tried to comfort him.

“you didn’t have to be so mean, chris. you know how sensitive she is.”

chris sighed, he’s falling to the back of the couch.

“how mad is she?”

“she didn’t tell you where she was going. how mad do you think she is?”

“she’s pissed.” chris groaned.

“yeah.” matt nodded, beginning to walk back to his room, “get your shit together and talk with her.”

•••

when you and nick made it back home, it was nearing the time where you and chris would lay in bed a start a movie. (usually one that he pretended to like for your benefit)

the frown on your face had only faded away slightly, all thanks to nick and his ridiculous talent for making jokes.

“i’m going to bed.”

“it’s barely seven.” you giggled, removing your jacket from your shoulders.

“i had a busy day, okay? i’m goin’ to sleep. let me know how your conversation with chris goes tomorrow?”

“yeah, goodnight.”

“night.”

walking into your room, you fully expected to see chris either banging at his keyboard with whatever game he was playing, or him sleeping.

so you were thoroughly surprised to see Maze Runner pulled up on the tv and your favorite candy lying on the bed with chris next to it, head in his hands.

you shut the door, fully prepared to play the quiet game with your boyfriend. that was until he spoke up,

“did you have fun?”

“no.” you refused to look at him. no way were you letting him think he’d be getting out easy.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s whatever. we only went to target and got food.”

“no, i mean, i’m sorry for getting upset with you earlier. i was just stressed out and i know that isn’t an excuse but…”

“you told me to stop talking to you because i was pissing you off.” your voice was calm, a clear sign that the last thing you wanted to do was engage in a yelling match with him.

“i didn’t mean it.” he stood up, making his way towards you, “you know i didn’t mean it. i was just… i was upset and you were who i took it out on. i shouldn’t have done that—”

“you shouldn’t have. it was mean.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” his eyes began to fill with tears. he wasn’t trying to manipulate you in anyway, he was genuinely mad at himself for upsetting you. “there isn’t much i can do but tell you how sorry i am. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

you and chris rarely argued. and when you did, it was over small things like him refusing to pick up his trash, or him pretending to rage at you for taking a sip from his pepsi.

and from the look in his eyes, you could tell he had been beating himself up since you left earlier that day.

you sighed softly, “it’s okay. i’m sorry too for not realizing you were stressed out.”

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” you smiled up at him, “now let’s watch the best thing since sliced bread.”

chris chuckled to himself when you brushed past him to quickly change into comfier clothes and plop down in the bed.

“come on, christopher.” you waved him over, growing more and more impatient.

as the movie started, chris looked down at you with kind eyes as you watched thomas scream his lungs out for help.

“im sorry again.“

you tore your eyes away from the screen and over to him, “it’s okay, chris, i promise.”

“i love you.” he kissed your forehead softly.

“i love you too.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[scuderiasundays]

trophy boyfriend

summary: a high school reunion with a special appearance by yours truly

words: 809

a/n: my first and most likely last drabble. the product of my latest dreams and delusions. bon appetit 👩🏻‍🍳

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” You wondered why no one had thought to mention how painstakingly slow time passes when you’re doing the opposite. You had graduated high school seven years ago and to say that you had drifted from your friends would be an understatement. The daily updates about everything from dorm room decor to upcoming deadlines had withered down to annual “Happy birthday! Hope you’re doing well.” texts. This is why it came as such a surprise when an invitation for a class reunion showed up in your inbox. 

“It looks like they’re planning a high school reunion now that the pandemic has settled down. I won’t be going, of course.” You casually brought up the topic over dinner with Carlos, your boyfriend of three years. Life was busy enough as it was, and this was one of those rare nights you had him all to yourself. No late-night cramming for you and no post-race briefings for him. You couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to end up with the doe-eyed Spaniard sitting opposite you. Carlos had devoted the whole evening to making his signature burgers, only pausing for the occasional dance break with Piñon. 

“You know what? I think you should go.” The uneasy look on your face was enough for him to reach across the table to hold your hand. “Hey, look at me. No one knows what you’ve been up to and you’ve come so far.” Carlos was right about you disappearing off the face of the earth. You kept a low profile on all social media platforms, preferring to keep your inner circle small. The only people who knew where you were at any given moment were your mom, Carlos, and your study group at medical school. The shift to online classes during the pandemic had allowed you to follow your boyfriend from race to race but you had somehow managed to stay out of the public eye. You treasured what the two of you had, a love that was just yours. 

It took a walk to the gelato shop and Carlos running you a hot bath with bubbles to finally convince you to go. It just so happened that the reunion was happening on a Sunday. “It would’ve been more fun with you by my side. I could’ve introduced you as my trophy boyfriend.” You joke, mentally calculating the travel time between the venue and the circuit. “I’ll see what I can do, amor.” He says, giving you a kiss goodnight before turning out the lights.

Sunday came and your eyes were glued to your phone screen as you checked Carlos’ location on the “Find My” app. It was obvious you were using your phone as an escape from interacting with the crowd slowly gathering in front of you. “Hi! We didn’t even think you’d show up, Y/N. We’re all dying to know what you’ve been up to!” You heard a shrill voice approach you from behind and immediately knew it belonged to the former class president. You chatted back and forth, slowly dying inside as you were bombarded with questions from left and right. 

You had gone to an all-girls school, and it wasn't long before the topic of significant others came up. "Are you seeing anyone? What line of work are they in? Medicine? Finance, maybe?"  You hadn’t prepared for this one: “He works with cars.” That was all your frazzled brain could muster. “Oh, a mechanic! Give me his number. I need to get my car detailed,” someone said. Way to jump to conclusions, you thought as you politely excused yourself from the hustle and bustle. 

You were walking back to rejoin the crowd when you noticed everyone gathered around the only man in the room. He appeared to be holding up a gleaming, gold trophy, truly captivating his devoted audience. “No, it can’t be,” you thought as you edged closer. You could hardly believe your eyes but there he was in all his glory. “Lots of driving for one day but it looks like I made it just in time.” Carlos says, lighting up the room with his infectious charm. 

A million selfies and autographs later, you were being driven home in Carlos’ 812 Competizione. Carlos’ hand lay softly on your thigh as you leaned into the breeze seeping through the car’s open window. 

“I realized something tonight, Carlos. I don’t need emotional validation from people I hardly know anymore. None of them would be crazy enough to fight post-race pain and fatigue just to make me happy. You, my love, are all that matters.” It all comes out like word vomit, but you mean every single word. He takes a quick glance at you and chuckles. “Te quiero tanto. It was my honor being your literal trophy boyfriend, even if it was just for the night.” 

#carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz edit #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz fluff #f1 imagine #carlos sainz #carlos sainz one shot

[cathrrrine]

just eat your food and say goodnight.

erik lehnsherr (magneto) x reader, platonic! peter maximoff (quicksilver) x reader • x-men (movies) • fluff, female reader

Summary: Peter Maximoff is a mischievous little shit. Y/N Lehnsherr and her husband Erik love him anyway. AO3

“Well, I’m calling it a night then.”

A content sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat at the dining table and gingerly picked up your own dishes as well as the other empty ones left on the table. Those who noticed thanked you quickly before resuming their respective conversations — like Raven and Charles who were too busy bickering like children — while others made the effort to collect the ones on the other end of the table, namely Hank, Jean and Scott; the latter only doing so after being dragged by his girlfriend.

“Hey, you got an early class too, old man. Can’t risk waking up late with that back of yours.” You gestured to your husband, pointedly looking at him with a smirk on your face. He mirrored your expression, playfully cringing his nose to tease you but it only made you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.

“Good night then, everyone.” Erik stood up, following suit behind you, a melody of good night’s responding to him in different tones and variations of the phrase.

“The old man joke doesn’t age well with you, Y/N!”

Although muffled as he said it with a mouth full of food, it was clear enough for you to hear and snap your head towards him. Peter, the beloved speedster, snickered to himself at his own joke. He was too busy shoving chocolate pudding down his throat to notice that a couple of those around him had gone quiet, staring at him with disapproving eyes.

Raven reached over to flick the side of his head and Charles leaned back to give her the leeway, “Dumbass.”

“Ow!”

In your one thousand and thirty-five years of living, it was no surprise that all jokes about your age had grown stale. You hated them, having heard every single phrase on Earth…it was just plain boring to hear them make unoriginal jabs at your age at this point. If they got creative, you wouldn’t mind so much, but after hearing the same variations of the same jokes your whole life? Anyone would be understandably annoyed. Erik knew this, almost everyone at the table did as well. But, you figured it slipped Peter’s mind. It always did.

As he rubbed the side of his head, he stared angrily at the shapeshifter but was met by a pair of equally disappointed eyes that belonged to a certain Professor. A sheepish look fell on Peter’s face when he realised his mistake.

“You should know not to be too casual with your professors.” Charles raised an eyebrow.

Of course, you didn’t take it too seriously, he was a kid that meant no real harm so you didn’t really feel any real anger towards the young speedster, maybe even none at all. But he’s been bothering you too many times lately that it was starting to get on your nerves. So, you put on your Strict Professor Face and stared him down, determined to make him break a sweat at the very least. It probably wouldn’t put a cork in Peter’s attitude, but maybe you’d earn yourself a few weeks off from his incessant clowning.

Erik suppressed the grin that was starting to tug at his cheeks, he knew what you were doing, so he wordlessly took the stack of plates from your grip and continued your task for you. He caught Charles’ eye and they shared a knowing look for a brief moment.

Peter was in trroubleeeee.

“You do know how I feel about those jokes, Maximoff.”

“Funny, right?” He tried to play innocent, nervously smiling at you.

“I’ve told you so many times before that, no, I do not find them funny. We do not share the same sense of humour. Charles is right, you shouldn’t be so casual with me. We may be friends in your mind, but I’m still your professor, and I deserve at least a minimal amount of respect.”

Whew, that made even me sweat. Charles’ voice cackled in your mind.

Peter Maximoff was rarely left speechless, so it was an eighth wonder of the world to have him staring at you with his eyes widened and mouth shut. He gulped, shocked at being scolded by his favourite — although he’d never admit it to anyone — lecturer.

It hurt you too much to leave him that way, though. You were his favourite for a reason…that reason being how gracious you were to his faults that seemed to be never-ending. Relenting, you cracked a smile and used your powers to jolt him out of his daze and confusion. The sound of your chortling hit him with the reality behind the situation.

“Just messing with you, kid. I think you broke your own record for the longest time of being speechless.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned in effort to mask his relief, not wanting to admit she actually did get him back for once. “Unbelievable.”

“Serves you right for always making fun of me. I’m not kidding when I say it’s annoying!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you feel better, grandma.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, “At least I’m not the one with greying hair.”

Peter frowned and opened his mouth, about to fire back a retort but you stopped him by laughing and ruffling his grey strands, “C’mon kid, just eat your food and say goodnight. Careful though, don’t choke.”

Your feet carried you over to your original destination, the intent of loading the dishwasher now appearing at the forefront of tour mind, but it was halted immediately.

As if someone had pushed him forward, Peter sped over to the sink area before you could even turn around, mumbling something about doing the dishes. You glanced curiously at the smiling telepath who simply gave you a shrug in return.

You bid your farewells to everyone again, Peter’s quip of ‘g’night’ not escaping you either when you went to pat him on the back affectionately.

A patiently waiting Erik tugged at your hand, clasping it in his own as he led you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, swinging your hands in tandem with his.

“You think he’s gonna be okay?” You worriedly asked aloud, suddenly very concerned that Peter wasn’t aware you had been joking. The role you played in his life was somewhat maternal, and you didn’t want him to think you were actually being curt with him.

“Who? Peter?” Erik gave you a sideways glance, “That boy’s smarter than he seems, he knows what you were doing. Don’t worry so much, darling. With how fast he moves, I’m sure his mind has moved on to other things by now.”

You hummed in reply, pleased with his answer. “Sometimes I think you might be the resident telepath with how good you are at reading my mind.”

“That’s just called being married to each other, my dear.”

———

“Y/N!” The sound of his sing-song voice was not what alerted you to Peter’s presence, nor was it the sound of his shoes squeaking before he rushed over with his powers, instead, it was the lack of formality. He never called you Professor or anything of the sort.

You never chided him for it, in fact, you’d be lying if you said you preferred the title as a prefix to your name. While many of your students were comfortable addressing you as such, anyone who felt more at ease with calling you by just your name was welcome to do so.

You had a first-year call you Mrs. Lehnsherr back then, when you and your husband were just newlyweds, but Erik was quick to remind them that if they wished to call you by your last name, it was to be Professor Lehnsherr instead, because, in his words, your accomplishments were not to be diminished and should be rightfully addressed.

It led to a whole debacle of mix-ups with two Prof. Lehnsherr’s roaming the hallways, which was a minor problem compared to the confusion of the paperwork.

The days of “Professor Lehnsherr?” “Yes?” “Sorry, not you Professor Lehnsherr, I meant you…Professor Lehnsherr,” had to come to an end, so you settled for whatever it is your students decided to call you…as long as it wasn’t demeaning.

However, no one called you Y/N, just Y/N, but the one and only Peter Maximoff himself.

The young man sped towards you, his hair swaying behind him from the strong gush of wind even as he came to a still in front of you.

“Pete!” You mocked the way he called you, using the same tone.

He gave you a playfully disgruntled look before quickly reaching into his backpack — which looked more like a knapsack, actually — to retrieve a cylindrical object and hand it to you nonchalantly. As soon you wrapped your fingers around it, he sped away again, a quick and impish ‘byeeee’ being the last thing within your earshot before the gush of wind took over your senses again.

It wasn’t until your day ended that you finally had the time to completely relax, stretching your legs and unbuckling your high-waisted, straight-legged pants. You wiggled your toes, sore from being in heels all day, as you relaxed into putty on yours and Erik’s shared bed.

Speaking of the devil — Erik came in not long after, tossing his shoes off and setting his things down on the bench next to your door before throwing himself on the bed next to you, also instantly letting himself relax.

He leaned closer to your side, laying his head on your chest and draping an arm over your stomach. Muscle memory kicked in as your fingers immediately found their way to run through his hair, a familiar habit between the two of you. He closed his eyes as the sweet, heavenly endorphins that came with the satisfaction of your touch washed over his body.

“How was your day?” He mumbled, too lazy to form his words properly.

“Pretty interesting. Finally convinced Logan to come to one of my classes next week. Students have been begging like crazy to meet him.” It was a history project, of which you and the Wolverine were both well-acquainted with, given your ages. “I’m getting the feeling that they think he’s a cooler teacher than I am.”

That made your husband laugh, the sound reverberating as you continued to cradle his head on your chest. “All of the students think Logan is cooler than any of us.”

“It’s not fair, isn’t it?”

“He’s like a mystery, that’s why. Never around long enough to be the one who yells at them for almost burning the school down.” He was talking, but his lips were barely moving and his eyelids were fluttering shut. You smiled softly, trying your best to keep your movements minimal as you continued your ritual to help him sleep.

“Like a cool uncle, then.”

“Yes.” A beat passed, then he spoke again when he remembered what he meant to tell you earlier. “Peter was in my class today.”

“Yeah?” You were slowly falling asleep as well, eyes half lidded and muscles starting to feel limp.

“He spent the whole of it with his head down, though.”

The very image of that made your eyes shoot open, all hints of sleep gone. “Why? What happened?”

It was unlike Peter to be uneventful — he was always doing something , be it throwing spitballs or participating in a one-sided blinking contest with whoever’s teaching in front.

“Nothing.” Erik mumbled groggily. “He was just…working on…something.”

Your skin itched and your eyebrows strained, discomfort firing up every synapse as you went through all the possible reasons. Then, your last interaction dawned on you.

“Honey, I know you’re almost asleep, so can you please hand me my bag on the bench?”

Without saying a word, he raised the arm resting on your body and used his powers to float it towards you, the metal handles clanking together when he dropped it carefully in your grip.

You didn’t have to move your sleeping husband to grab the cylinder you were thinking about, but you did almost startle him when his snores made you lose your grip on the bag.

He didn’t notice, too busy dozing off to even pay attention to what you were currently doing. You quietly unwrapped the roll of paper, barely caring about the sound of it crinkling — you knew your husband could sleep through anything when he was in your arms — since Erik’s snores were louder anyway.

The contents were confusing at first, you had to read it twice to understand that it was a voucher of some sort. With your arm still around Erik’s head, you used what restricted movement you had with your one free arm and just your hand to flip the paper over.

“What is this, Peter?” You mumbled to yourself, reaching for your glasses on the nightstand. Your vision weakened even in your abnormal age, and being far sighted was something you dealt with long before the triple digits hit you.

As if on cue, the answer to your rhetorical question was answered by the scrawling on the back which you recognised as Peter’s boyish handwriting.

‘Sorry for calling you old all the time. You know I’m just kidding. Thank you for always being so cool with me. Hope you like the vouchers for free ice cream. One’s for Erik too. - P.M’

Next to his initials was a doodle of a face with sunglasses on, a two-toothed grin to go with it. It was hard to wipe the pleasant smile off your face, so you kept it on, succumbing to the bubbly feeling. Peter was like a little brother that you couldn’t hate no matter how much you wanted to — you’d even go so far to say he was the son you never had.

You flipped it again, only noticing the name of the store being dairy goods related as you read through it for the third time. It still left you confused, since there was no sign of anything being free printed on it.

That’s when your eyes landed on the italicised font at the very bottom, bold red asterisks between the phrase.

* SENIOR CITIZENS GET 1 FREE CONE . *

Quickly, you turned it around to look at what you thought was an innocent letter written by one seemingly apologetic speedster. You didn’t miss the joke this time, written in very, very emboldened ink, so roughly scratched on the surface you wondered how you missed it in the first place. The smile you had on dimpled into a disbelieving simper.

P.S. HOPE YOU ARE WEARING YOUR GRANDMA GLASSES :D

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[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (014) goodnight

WORD COUNT. 1176

WARNINGS. swearing (again i don’t know why i keep tagging it lmao), arguing (the two men in this chapter are vErY mature) and mentions of a flower

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

THERE WAS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT DRIVES WITH SUNWOO.

That was your first thought as you two exited his car at your apartment complex.

He opened the passenger side door sooner than you could even consider doing it yourself. You weren’t even entirely sure how he reached your side so fast.

You thanked him with a smile, leaving him to lock the car. But you didn't get three steps in before you felt tugging on your hood pulling you back in front of him.

Sunwoo shook his head and softly pushed you against the now-closed car door, looking down at the oversized zip-up hoodie that you had accidentally left at his place a few visits earlier. He leaned down and zipped it up, pulling the hood over your head and tying the strings into a tight bow.

The whole time, you didn’t take your own eyes off his handsome features. His focused expression— him biting his lower lip— as he made sure you weren’t cold (even though you were nearly inside) was an adorable contrast to his bold personality. And he was right. He does have very pretty lips.

When he was done, he patted your head with a smile. You returned it, stuffing your hands in your pockets as the two of you walked inside.

On the way to the elevators, he wrapped his arms around your arm, muttering something about how soft and warm your hoodie felt.

You were about to respond with a joking comment when the elevator doors opened. The only occupant was an elder lady carrying a grocery bag and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. You had seen her around before so you gave her a friendly nod as you stepped in with her, pressing your floor number.

The woman took one look at you and Sunwoo before finally saying something.

“Oh! What a lovely couple the two of you are!”

You and Sunwoo looked at each other with wide eyes. You swore his cheeks turned a few shades redder than they normally were. Sure, it wasn’t the first time someone assumed you were together, but it always came as a surprise.

Sunwoo cleared his throat and sheepishly answered the lady.

“We.. We aren’t dating. Just best friends sharin’ body heat. You know.” He chuckled awkwardly as you nodded in agreement.

The doors opened, showing the lady’s floor.

“Young man, do you mind holding the doors open for me a little?” She asked. She then began to fidget with the bouquet before pulling out a single purple flower and offering it to you.

“This is called a Platycodon or a Balloon flower. Please take one!” She smiled as you took it with utmost gratefulness, and she thanked Sunwoo before walking towards the doors, turning to you two one more time. “Well, I hope the not-yet-couple has a good evening and lots of eternal love because that’s what the flower represents.”

With that last little quip, she walked out, leaving you both staring at the pretty flower in your hand until you reached your own floor.

You giggled as you walked out of the elevator. Sunwoo still stayed pressed up against your side.

“That was random but very sweet.” You said, looking at him who shared your expression.

“I couldn’t have described the situation any better.” He responded, laughing a little.

As you turned the corner, you looked out into the hallway, your laughter slowly dying as you noticed a familiar figure leaning against the door of your apartment, staring down at his phone with his hand in the pocket of his cargo pants.

You heard Sunwoo sigh and straighten his back next to you as soon as he saw him.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You whispered to yourself, untangling your arm from Sunwoo’s and speed walking towards the man, who was then alerted of your presence.

“Yeonjun—” You started, but quickly got cut off by him placing a hand on your shoulder and peering over it.

He looked from Sunwoo to you with an offended expression on his face.

“What is he doing here? Haven’t you two been hanging out enough?” He scoffed.

“What me and my best friend do is none of your business.” Sunwoo said copying the scoff while you removed Yeonjun’s protective hand off your shoulder. “And I could ask you the same thing.”

Yeonjun shot a dirty look at him, furrowing his eyebrows.

“That’s none of your business either then.”

You shook your head, pinching your nose bridge. You were getting nowhere with the two men staring each other down with the utmost malice.

“Seriously, Yeonjun, what are you doing here?”

Finally he looked down at you, almost shocked by your question.

“You seemed angry, so I thought we should talk it out. Also, I felt like I overreacted so I wanted to apologize.. but I’m not sure if I was overreacting now.” He trailed off, looking at Sunwoo, who rolled his eyes.

You pulled his sleeve, demanding his attention again. “You definitely were overreacting but that isn’t a bad idea.”

“Let’s talk it out okay?” He nodded towards your apartment, grabbing your free hand in his own. “Alone.” He hinted rudely at Sunwoo.

Feeling Sunwoo already getting ready to protest, you held a hand up to stop and thought for a second. You didn’t really feel like giving up your Sunwoo Time, but it wouldn’t be beneficial to the plan if you and Yeonjun were on the brink of fighting.

“Alright, we’ll talk.” You sighed, a proud (borderline cocky) smile appeared on the pretty face of the man in front of you as you pulled your hand free, pressing in your door code before motioning for him to go inside.

With one last overly satisfied smirk at Sunwoo, he obeyed you and walked into the cold apartment.

You turned around to face your pouting best friend sneaking glances at the door.

“It’s gonna be fine, Woo Woo. There is no harm in a simple conversation.” You attempted to console him.

“But—”

You put a stop to the whining by pulling him into a hug. You weren’t sure if it comforted Sunwoo, but it sure comforted you.

“Don’t worry! We’ll take a rain check on that movie marathon, I promise.” You pulled away, rubbing his arms as he avoided your eyes, clearly not feeling happy.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes, unable to completely reject you.

“…Fine.”

At his response, you shot him a radiant smile and let him go (not before ruffling his hair).

You opened to door to your apartment to go in but turned towards him one last time.

“Good night, Sunni!” You chuckled, waving the flower at him before disappearing into your apartment with Yeonjun.

Sunwoo took a step forward, opening his mouth to take his word back and protest, but before he could, the door slammed shut in his face, rendering him powerless.

A defeated expression fell over his facial features. He pulled his hand back and put it in his pocket. Somehow, he felt like he had lost.

“Good night, Yn.”

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NOTES. before u get mad at me for the ending please remember the plan 😽

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[luffyvace]

helooo can i request saiki x reader bf texts please? thank you so much !! anything is fine honestly as long as its saiki content i miss him 😭😭😭😭

ooooou I haven’t got a request like this yet and it seems very fun!! No problem hun <3

IKR after you finish the anime it feels like such limited content is left for the saiki k fandom!! 😭😭

💓💗 Saiki and his boyfriend~ 💗💓

“Wanna go get some coffee jelly”

“This is oddly specific but can you tell the magician outside to leave please?”

”can you keep aiura and torisuka distracted so I can leave school?”

”thanks I’ll pay you back in (favorite thing)”

”let’s meet at the arcade”

”I’m annoyed my mom is forcing me to go outside but I know I’m gonna run into kaido”

”please come with me to make this more bearable”

”don’t forget to study for that test”

convos :3

”how do I make friends with that average guy from the other class without seeming weird”

”Kusuo idk just go up to him and talk to him 😭”

”yeah but if I don’t have something to talk about it’ll be awkward and my likeability meter will go down”

”can you figure out his interests for me so I can talk to him?”

”what? YOU do it 🤦”

”no i can’t the nuisances will find me”

convo 2 ;P

“Do you wanna come shopping with me?”

”your not gonna invite the nuisances too are you?”

”no kusuo 😭”

”oh okay well no”

“I'm NOT!”

“I know but nuisance number 4 just showed up”

”at your house?”

”no at the mall”

”ohh well fine 🤦”

convo 3

”can I borrow your bike nendo broke mine”

”HOW?”

”idk he sat on it”

”WHAT LOLL”

”I need it so I don’t have to go shopping with my dad”

”why is that so bad?? 😭”

”because he starts begging for things at the store”

”??”

“Isn’t he a grown man?”

”yeah I know that’s why I need to borrow your bike”

”sure babe..😭🤦”

convo 4

”my mom wants you to come over for dinner”

”oh alright!”

”no”

“??”

”say your sick”

”kuu why? 😭😭”

”can’t I come over??”

”no my parents are embarrassing”

”LOL”

”but I’ve come over plenty of times before tho”

”I know but, please just don’t come over”

”what’s happening??”

”fine. My dad wants to play a prank on someone because when he try to scare me it didn’t work. So I need you to come over and pretend to be scared so my mom doesn’t kill me”

”what?? So now I’m supposed to come over?”

”let’s just get it over with”

”you go through so much I swear 😭💗”

convo 5

”when you come over and my mom asks if you wanna meet my brother say no”

”whaaat but I kinda wanna meet him”

”say no”

”for both of our sakes”

”if you don’t go I won’t have to either”

”fine 😒”

convo 6

”goodnight kuu”

”goodnight m/n”

convo 7

“I hear nuisance number 4 isn’t showing up to school today”

”no she isn’t”

”rejoice. God is real.”

”KUSUO 😭😭”

convo 8

“your driving home today right? Can I hitch a ride? Nuisance number 1 is here”

”wait which nuisance is that again?”

”how can you forget? It’s the second most terrible one. Nuisance 1 is nendo”

”OHH YEAHH”

”hurry he’s coming”

”YEAH MEET ME AT THE CAR LOL”

convo 9

”come with me to nuisance number 2’s house so I don’t have to go alone”

”kaido right? he’s not so bad right? I can’t I have homework”

”no he’s just really weird and cringe and awkward”

“I’ll wait”

”okay 😭”

convo 10

“can I come over and we can watch that show you recommended me?”

”yeah sure any time kuu”

”you really don’t have to ask, I could get you a spare key if you want”

”yes an emergency escape route in case of nuisance surprises”

”WOW OK”

”and you ig”

convo 11

”that was sweet. what you did for them”

“Yeah I guess they’re not so bad for now”

”for now Kusuo?”

”you sound like my mom”

”actually, that’s not an insult I love your mom”

”I know”

”WYM 😭”

”you hug her more than I do”

”well that proves smth 🤨🤨”

”eh. I’ll get her a gift”

”good cuz she’s awesome 😙”

convo 12

“let’s finish playing that game you have”

”NO”

”WHY IT WAS SO FUNNY”

”you have never even played it he’s so annoying”

”LOLL YOU DIDNT HAVE TO TELL HIM TO DIE THO”

”you wouldn’t even think it’s funny if I hadn’t have told you”

”come on at least least me see the chapter you said you hated”

”you just wanna see me suffer”

”If I did I wouldn’t have distracted hairo for you earlier”

”FINE”

”LOL YIPPIE I’m coming over as soon as I’m done with my homework 🙂”

”😒”

convo 13

“How do I transfer to class 2”

”you just wanna be with satou don’t you”

”you don’t know how?”

”no kuu, I don’t 🤦”

convo 14

“I have to go visit my grandparents and my granddad is really awkward come with me”

“I’D LOVE TO MEET THEM”

”why do you love my family so much?”

”they’re strange”

”I love YOU 😒”

”are you calling me weird”

”in what way are you normal mister magic powers with weird friends and family who also has to stop a volcano from erupting yearly”

”those are just ordinary daily tasks”

”now your coming right?”

”I should leave you”

”you wish you were normal so bad”

”when are we going”

”on second thought you can stay here”

”STOP BEING SALTY IM COMING”

”NOW TELL ME WHEN”

convo 15

”let’s reschedule the coffee jelly date for Sunday”

”it’s too chaotic”

”it’s Friday”

”I know I’m dreading the weekend”

”my poor kuu 😭”

”stop”

”you sound like my mom again”

*read* 1:39pm

LOL I LOVE CONVO 10-15 😊😈 (it got more chaotic as it went on- 😭)

muahahahahhaha hope you enjoyed! these were quite fun :3

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[winniethewife]

One love, One house (Steven Grant X F!reader)

Prompt: Sweater weather

Words:456

It was a cold autumnal evening, Steven was on his way out of the Museum.

“Goodnight Scotty, See ya!” JB calls out as Steven walks past the security gates. Steven sighs and turns

“Scotty? Its…”

“Steven…with a V” She steps out from behind Steven, slightly startling him.

“Lovie! Scared me there darling.” He exclaims and turns to look at his lovely girlfriend. Surprised to see her standing in the without a jacket. “Love, where's your Jumper huh?” He asked as he puts an arm around her.

“Oh, it was warm when I left, I just didn’t think I’d need one.” She said as she nuzzled into his chest. Smiling softly.

“Well dove, when the sunsets in the autumn it can get quite cold.” He says with a cheeky smile. She laughs.

“You got me there Steven.” As they step out into the cold air of the night he watches as she shivers.

“Here, let me give you mine.” He goes to take off his jumper, but she stops him.

“No! then you’ll get cold.” She says with a look of worry on her face. He didn’t want to worry her, but it’s a bit of a walk home…That’s when he gets and idea.

“Here put your hands in my sleeves, that’ll help till we can get to the bus stop.” He moves to put her hands around one of his pulling the sleeve over both of their hands with a quirky smile. She laughs again.”

“You realize how silly this looks right?” She looks at him with an adoring look on her face. He couldn’t help but feel warmer in her gaze.

“I know Love but, anything to keep you warm right?” He leans in and kisses her cheek before they both started trotting off to catch the bus. Her hands warm in his.

The next morning Steven woke to the sound of her sneezes. He got up and looked around finding her standing in the bathroom in just his sweater, her nose red and runny as she looks in the medicine cabinet for cold medicine.

“Awe lovie. I told you, you should have worn something warmer.” He walks up behind her reaching for the medicine that was up on the top shelf. “Here love, take that then get back in bed, I’ll make you a nice warm cuppa tea alright?” he instructed and before she could argue he had already wandered to the kitchen to put the kettle on. So she begrudgingly took the medicine as the package instructed then went to curl up in bed, waiting for her over attentive boyfriend to join her, with a piping hot cup of tea and a warm healing cuddle where they will stay until she feels better.

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I should’ve swallowed my pride sooner

scaramouche x u

angst….lmfaoooooooo cuz i got my heart broken like a month ago😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 universe please i’m not your strongest soldier

You took a breath, a long one at his front door as your shaky hands reached to knock his door, then slowly hesitated. It was your bestfriends lecture that’s making you do this. She said something about how ‘you can’t expect him to do all the work’ and she was right. It’s been tormenting you for what felt like years. You overheard him the other day, he said he was tired. The only reason why he gave up on you was because he was tired. Tired of texting first, tired of lack of communication, tired of confusion, tired of being the only one trying. A tear fell from your face as you claimed you were mad, not because he was tired, mad because he didn’t tell you. Scaramouche didn’t say he was tired, he said he stopped liking you. A loud gulp filled the air as you rang his door bell.

Scaramouche opens the door and his eyes slowly widen. “Oh uh. If you’re here to grab your shirt then-“ you scoff as you confront him “why didn’t you tell me.” to be honest, you didn’t even understand why you were so angry when it was your fault to begin with. you knew more than anyone else why he didn’t tell you anything, you were too scared to communicate but this time you refused to run away. “Tell you what.” He said confused as he watched you nervously dig your nails into your palms.

“That you were tired.” Scaramouche looks away when he hears your responds and goes quiet. You bjte onto your inner lip as hard as you could to hold your tears “You know, I don’t care if you genuinely stopped liking me, but… but you should’ve told me..” silent sniffs escaped as you tried to hold your shaky voice “I spent hours wondering what I did and you said it was because we had nothing in common. why… why didn’t you just—“ Scaramouche cuts you off. “I thought you stopped liking me.” His words didn’t surprise you, but it still killed you. How do you live with yourself knowing you destroyed the only good thing in your life, you never reassured him, you never said goodnight or good morning, you never tried. Not because you were incapable, because you were afraid to get hurt and purposely made him chase after you to see if he truly wanted you. “Scaramouche” you repeatedly shook your head as you sighed “i think i… love you”

“I dont know.. I dont know how I feel about you.”

You wiped your tears in anger… or sadness.. or whatever. You just knew whatever you felt wasn’t good. “No, no. You can’t just ‘I dont know’ with somebody’s feelings Scaramouche. It’s not fair. You either tell me you love me too, or give me closure so I can move on. that’s all there is to it. If you want to break my heart then break it.” Only silence could be heard, who knew it was so loud. Closure, silence was your closure but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough yet you still turned around and walked away. Nobody will ever know how much strength it took to walk away when you still had millions, maybe even billions of unanswered questions. Nobody will ever know how much strength it took to walk away even when you wanted to wait till he would be able to answer your feelings. Nobody will ever will ever know how much strength it took to walk away from the only time you would ever be able to get the only answer holding you back from staying or moving on.

#i shoulve reassured him when i had the chance #angst #genshin angst #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #wanderer angst #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche

[hvghes]

i know places - l. hughes ( you’re on your own kid! series )

warnings: nothing i believe, short but!

luke hughes was never a talkative one. he was kept to himself, never opened up to anyone. that was until y/n came into his life. everyone at umich knew luke was never interested in anyone, up until his sophomore year he took a particular interest in the new transfer. he had to show her around campus and her classes since they had all the same classes. he noticed how she would never make eye contact, how she only spoke when spoken to, and how her eyes lit up every time someone mentioned something she loved. he ended their tour with taking her to yost. one of his favorite places and she loved it. she walked around and stared at the ice for a while before finally speaking more words than he has heard her say the whole tour, “are we allowed to go skating right now?” he was a bit taken aback but smiled and nodded grabbing his skates out of his bag and much to his surprise she had skates in hers. she got on the ice first and skated around with a smile on her face, that was the first time he ever saw her smile and what he didn’t know was that was the first time she smiled in a while. they didn’t talk to each other only skating around the whole time, enjoying each others presence. the moment soon came to an end as it was getting late. luke helped the girl find her dorm making sure she got back safely before pulling out his phone exchanging numbers. “heres my number, text me if you ever need anything. i hope umich treats you well, goodnight y/n.” he said with a soft smile before leaving the girl to get some rest.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #youre on your own kid! 🩷

[wosoimagines]

Enough Is Enough - Jessie Fleming/Reader

prompt: R supports Jessie as the news breaks about Canada’s national team.

warnings: none

words: 1057

(Y/N) POV

“It’s bullshit!”

“I know.”

“What do they think is going to happen? I mean it’s a World Cup year and they’re cutting our funding!”

“I know.”

“Can you stop saying that?”

“What do you want me to say, Jessie? It’s sucks. Trust me, I know! Well, maybe I don’t know what it’s like for the team to have such a significant funding cut, but I get fighting for equality against your federation,” I said. I did know what that was like. “And it’s stupid. You guys just won gold at the Olympics! You’re one of the best teams in the world and there isn’t a reason for them to do pull this shit, but they are. And I’m going to be right there supporting you every step of the way.”

“I’m sorry I snapped,” Jessie said. I softly smiled. “I just...”

“You’re stressed. I get it,” I said. I looked up when I heard the door to my room open. I wasn’t too surprised to see Becky coming into the room. “Look, I can guarantee you that every single player on this team will support you guys. You need advice? Ask. Especially with this camp. I’m rooming with Becky.”

“Is that Jessie?” Becky asked. I nodded, causing Becky to move and lean in front of my phone so that her face filled Jessie’s screen rather than mine. “Hi, Baby Canada.”

“When’s everyone going to stop calling me that?”

“Babe, trust me, it’s not going away for a long time. They still call me Baby America, and I haven’t been the newest or youngest to the team for a while.”

“You sure you got my back?”

“Yeah, babe, I’ve got your back. After all, enough is enough.”

Jessie turned her head to look over her shoulder. I glanced over to Becky who was moving over to her bag.

“The rest of the team wants to go out to eat tonight. Vlatko approved of the dinner. We leave in an hour,” Becky explained. Well, that was nice to know. “I think Alex is calling a place right now to make sure they have space for us.”

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded. I glanced back at the phone where Jessie was still distracted. “You know I don’t take too long to get ready. I’ll finish up with Jessie and I’ll get ready.”

Becky nodded before she headed to the bathroom. I could clean up nice if I wanted to, but, honestly, I was totally okay with dressing down and staying comfortable.

I grinned as I looked back at the phone at Jessie who was still distracted. I didn’t bother to say anything to her just yet before she turned back to look at me.

“Hi,” I grinned.

“Hey.”

“Becky’s in the bathroom. We’ve got about an hour before we head out for dinner,” I explained.

“I have to go. That was Sinc. We’re having a meeting,” Jessie said. I nodded at that. “I’ll call you later tonight?”

“We might be out late,” I said as I looked at the watch on my wrist. I knew that some of our players would probably take this as an opportunity to stay out longer so that they could enjoy the Orlando nightlife. “I can call you before bed? To say goodnight?”

“I’d like that,” Jessie said.

“Let me know how the meeting goes if it’s about everything, yeah?” I asked. Jessie nodded and I smiled at that. “And anything you guys need to coordinate, you can talk to me or Sinc has Becky’s number I’m sure.”

“Yeah,” Jessie nodded.

I softly smiled at her one last time.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Jessie ended the call and I sighed as I threw my phone to the side. I hated that Jessie had to go through something like this. It wasn’t fair. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“The shirts were something,” I said as I got closer to the midfielder.

“Well, someone recently mentioned that ‘Enough is enough,’ and it stuck with me,” Jessie said as she smiled at me. “The rest of the girls liked it and it sends a good message. We’re done dealing with the bullshit.”

“You know I’m proud of you, right?”

Jessie nodded as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my own around her waist. Jessie must have been more tired than I realized if she was willingly hugging me this long in public.

“You think you could get away for the night?” I asked. I knew that Becky wouldn’t mind if Jessie showed up at our room to stay the night. I just wanted to make sure that Jessie got enough sleep tonight.

“Not tonight,” Jessie shook her head. “I’m rooming with Sinc. There’s no way she’ll let me go when we leave for Nashville tomorrow.”

“Shit,” I softly said. I pulled back from Jessie but moved my right hand from her waist to cup her cheek. “Then, how about you send me your flight information for when you head back to Chelsea and I’ll join you? I’ll call Coach Coombe tonight and tell her not to expect me back at a later date. Family stuff to take care of.”

“(Y/N), no,” Jessie denied as she grabbed a hold of my wrist. “You have to go join Angel City. You have preseason training. Your season starts next month.”

“And you are my family. You’re suffering. Coach can deal without me in preseason training for a week or two,” I softly assured Jessie. I knew that she would still be hesitant to let me join her. “If you don’t give me your flight information, then I’ll just book my own flight. You gave me a key to your place, so you can’t threaten to keep me locked out.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Okay, I don’t. But I hate it when you do that.”

“Make sure that you’re looked after? Jessie, you’re exhausted. Let me treat you right when we get to Chelsea,” I said as I pulled her back into a hug. “A hot bath as soon as we get to your place sounds really nice. Maybe we can cook together. I’ve missed getting to cook with you. It’s rather lonely when I do it by myself.”

“Mmmmm. That does sound nice.”

“So, we get through this tournament, and we go back to England together. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #jessie fleming imagines #jessie fleming #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #USWNT

[bcofl0ve]

Invisible String (Part 4)

(Part 4/9) surprise new cover (-:

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

chapter summary: the fallout of the paparazzi showing up outside your house reveals some things, some unexpected and some not so much. 

word count: 3200

authors note: this chapter is rated m for some brief sexual ish

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

May 31st, 2020

You were still shaking when you got Cora into her room, the four year old no longer half asleep like she was just a few minutes ago. A part of you hated how perceptive she was even so little, tears pooling in her eyes as you got her into pajamas.

“What happened?” She asked, looking towards where you’d pulled her blind down, chin wobbling. Bringing a hand to her cheek to wipe her tears with your thumb, you tried not to sound as rattled as you were.

“Everything’s okay Cora, we just don’t let people we don’t know take photos of us.”

“Bad guys?”

The second those words left her mouth you heard the front door slamming again down the hallway. And you knew it was Austin, but Cora didn’t put those pieces together, her sniffles morphing into full blown hysterics. 

“Hey, that was just daddy- there aren’t any bad guys here.” You said as you pulled her into your lap, rubbing her back as she cried into your shoulder.

A few minutes passed, and just when you thought you’d gotten her calmed down enough to get into bed she was wiggling out of your arms and tearing out into the hallway. You followed after her, but the attempts to call her back were futile and she went right for Austin.

He was pacing your living room on the phone when he saw her, telling whoever was on the other end that he’d be right back before sitting it on the TV mantle. When he bent down to Cora she walked right into him, bottom lip wobbling.

“T’at was scary,” She said through sniffles, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Austin looked overwhelmed but you could see him trying to mask it for Cora’s sake, sitting down on the couch and lifting her up onto his knees. 

“I know it was really scary sweetie," He said, wiping the tears that had resurfaced on her face with his thumb. "But daddy is gonna make sure that that never happens again."

That wasn’t a promise he could keep, and you almost wanted to be angry at him for it. But it seemed to calm Cora down at least.

After telling her he’d come in to say goodnight in a little bit if she listened to you and went to bed Cora reluctantly climbed off of his lap, following you down the hallway as he picked his phone back up.

---

Austin was off the phone when you got Cora settled and came back out into the living room. Head knocked against the back of the couch, he squeezed his eyes open and shut, the stress evident in his face.

He lifted his head when he heard you come in and sit down next to him, pinching the bridge of his nose as he talked.

“I had to call my manager Kayla. She’s uh, comin’ here now.”

“I’m sorry,”  You started and he shook his head, dropping a hand to your knee. “Don’t even start with that, okay? It was gonna happen at some point, justa' matter of when.”

You knew he was right and still hated all of this. Though were grateful you hadn’t gotten as far as actually kissing him before the paparazzi showed up. And it crossed your mind that he probably was too. Maybe it was a sign from the universe to never do that again, you thought and a wave of grief rolled through you.

The two of you sat in silence until there was a soft knock at the door a few minutes later and Austin got up to answer it. You’d seen his manager around before, both at Elvis and the Shannara Chronicles. But you’d never actually spoken, nor were you thrilled about this being your first conversation. She walked past Austin as he told her to keep it down because Cora was asleep, her whole body tense. 

Opting to lean against the TV mantle instead of sitting down on the armchair across from the couch, Kayla released a sigh before she started talking.

“Y/N, you should know that it’s in Austin’s best interest to be completely honest about this in his statement, regardless of the scrutiny that’ll unfortunately befall you with.”

You nodded, and understood that even if you didn’t like it. But when you glanced at Austin out of the corner of your eye he didn’t seem to share that understanding.

“I appreciate the public respecting our privacy, that’s all I’m saying.” He stated bluntly, a hand returning to your knee. When you saw his manager do a double take at the gesture your cheeks felt hot. “Y/N did what she did to protect Cora, not hurt me. I won’t throw her under the bus.”

“By not being honest you’re throwing everyone who has things riding on Elvis under the bus Austin. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She replied, voice strained.

There was a pause, and the air felt just like it had outside, an almost identical sense of dread creeping in. You looked at Austin and saw it on his face too, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Did you know?” 

Oh shit.  

She swallowed, hands folded tightly in her lap and that was all the you both answer needed. When she opened her mouth to explain Austin rose to his feet before she could, agitation in his voice.

”You knew,” He started, hand shaking when he ran it over his face. “How long? I swear to God if you tell me four years,”

Your head was spinning just as much as you were sure he was, how significantly this was going from bad to worse making you nauseous. You’d been so careful, and didn’t think for a second that your mom or best friend had told a soul. Apparently, they didn’t have to.

“A production assistant sent me an email saying they’d heard you were pregnant.” Kayla started, voice directed towards you, and you heard Austin mutter a harsh “Oh my god.” under his breath.

“Then when your daughter was born he pulled the photos from your Facebook and sent those.”

Well, that would do it. You’d limited how much you posted of her because of how much she looked like Austin even as a baby. And you only shared the photos you did post with the people on your friends list, which was composed of more family members than industry acquaintances. But even that wasn’t enough, you thought now as your head started to ache.

“You need to leave.” Austin said bluntly, taking a step forward when Kayla didn’t budge. “I never want to see you again. Out,” 

She did move then, but only finally sit down in the arm chair, looking at Austin squarely.

“If you want me to negotiate with TMZ about the pictures you can't fire me right now.”

As much as you hated this woman, she had a point and Austin appeared to come to the same realization. He sat back down next to you, arms crossed over his body.

“After tomorrow you’re done.”

She didn’t bother arguing with that, and another fifteen minutes of back and forth hammering out a plan for the next morning she was gone. When the door shut behind her Austlin mumbled something about saying goodnight to Cora, disappearing down the hallway faster than you’d ever seen him walk.

When ten minutes went by without him reappearing your concern outweighed the desire to give him space and forced yourself off the couch to go check in. You heard soft crying when you turned down the hallway, your chest tightening when you realized it wasn’t coming from Cora. Austin was standing in her half open doorway, his head down as his shoulders shook.

“Austin,” 

He turned around at your voice but didn’t say anything, swallowing hard.

“Come on,” You started, stepping across the hallway to open your bedroom door and motion him in with your head. “We can talk above a whisper in here.”

When he followed you inside and closed the door you sat on the edge of your bed, Austin dropping down next to you. He lowered his head into his hands and when he finally did look at you after a minute his eyes were red, nose snotty from how much he’d been crying.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I would’ve been on the first flight back if I knew. I wouldn’t have missed a second. Four god damn years, I don’t understand how that woman slept at night.” He said, voice threatening to give out on him. His hands were shaking as he gestured around and you’d never seen him this upset. Not that you didn’t understand. 

And you hadn't believed him that first night in your kitchen. But that was over a month ago and this was now. Things had changed. A lot of things had changed.

“I do believe you, and that’s why I can’t let you fall on the sword here Austin.” You started. “I know what’s in here,” 

You moved your hand from his shoulder down to over his heart and his gaze followed it, adam's apple bobbing. “And I know that in this industry you have to make sacrifices.”

“I can’t do that to,”  He started and you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Cora? This isn’t about Cora, you’re doing this to protect me and I’m the last person who deserves that.”

You barely finished your thought before you felt Austin’s lips crashing against yours, his hands coming up to either side of your face. But just as you started to reciprocate he pulled back, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry,” He rushed out, and went to get back on his feet until you pulled him back down by his shirt and kissed him. You met his mouth with more fervor than he had yours before but he matched your passion soon enough, hands rising back up your neck as you draped your arms around his neck.

Along the way he’d maneuvered the two of you to where you were laying back against your pillows and headboard, though he stopped short of getting completely on top of you. You were both breathless when he pulled back.

“Hey,”  You whispered, and he sucked his bottom lip in for a second.

“Hi.” 

Something about how nervous he sounded was ridiculously attractive to you and you reached a hand out for the side of his neck, thumb brushing against his jawline.

Austin turned away to flick off your bedside lamp before crawling on top of you and diving back in, a knee slotted between your legs as you tugged his shirt off.

---

June 1st, 2020

You’d gotten so caught up in one another that he didn’t leave your bed that night, something that you didn’t particularly mind until you were woken up by Cora’s excited voice a few inches from your face.

“You guys had a sleepover?!”

Her exclamation woke Austin up too and it didn’t help your case that he didn’t have a shirt on. But the two of you managed to throw together something about you being scared after the paparazzi incident that Cora deemed an acceptable answer.

It was an early call day for Austin on set so he was out the door before you could really talk about anything past what Kayla had managed to negotiate about the photos. The story was still coming at some point in the afternoon, but they were giving you the "courtesy" of blurring out Cora’s face. 

Your phone rang with him on the other end when you were on your way to set after dropping Cora at daycare and you smiled as his voice came through the speakers on your radio. You ran through the Instagram post he had drafted, before he pivoted the topic around.

“So you wanna talk about uh, us?”

Dishonesty had gotten you two into this mess in the first place, so no more of that, you decided with a bit of anxiety.

“I,” You started, tapping your fingers on your steering wheel nervously. “I just don’t know if us being in a relationship is a good idea Austin.”

“Okay, that's alright."

The thread of upset you heard in his voice made you want to eat your words, but you couldn’t do that. Not now.

“I- I care about you, I do. But I have to think about Cora. If we tried this again and it didn’t work out- she’s already lost you once.” You said and he mhmed along, pausing before he actually answered.

“I understand Y/N, you gotta know Cora’s my priority here too.”

You had to delay a reply to lean out the window and show your ID to set security, an exchange that Austin heard through the phone. You drove through and he spoke up again, ditching the last topic entirely to tell you the code for his trailer in case you wanted to hide out during your downtime. Thanking him, you hung up as you parked your car.

The photos not being out yet didn’t make you feel any less anxious as you went about getting ready for the afternoon, every glance towards you that lingered a little too long making you ansty. 

It was just ten minutes before everyone broke for lunch when you glanced at your phone to a text from Ellie confirming that the story had just dropped. And you practically ran to Austin’s trailer when you were dismissed, typing in the keycode and dropping against the door as you slammed it behind you.

You heard your phone ping as you sat down and gulped as you tapped the post notification from Austin. You hadn’t seen him all morning after having been assigned to help with setting up lighting on the Vegas soundstage while he was off filming somewhere across the lot.

The Instagram post was a photo you’d taken of him with Cora at your mom’s house the day before, paired with the caption you’d helped him with on the phone. The comments were turned off to everyone expect people he followed, and you were tempted to go looking elsewhere for what the public was saying. But the trailer door creaked open before you could.

Austin gave a little smile when he saw you, slipping off his shoes and running a hand through his hair to unstiff it from all the gel. He was wearing a black lace shirt, most of the way unbuttoned and tucked into white slacks. He looked damn good, if you did say so yourself. 

You didn’t realize you were staring until you heard him clear his throat as he made his way over, plopping down on the couch next to you.

“Somethin’ on your mind?” He said, the Elvis drawl he must’ve been talking in all day still in his voice. He laid an arm across the backside of the couch behind you, leaning his head back and looking at you with a glimmer in his eye. 

You brought a hand to his shoulder, rubbing the lace of his cuffed sleeved between your fingers. “Don’t have to be in a relationship to make out, right?” You asked quietly and he bit his lip. “Mm, don’t think so.”

He leaned in then and you were quick to meet him halfway, darting your tongue into his mouth as he pulled you onto his lap. He pulled back to kiss down your neck as you grinded on him lazily, the friction of his thigh against your clit stealing your breath even though you were still wearing shorts. 

“Y/N baby,” He said suddenly, hand squeezing your thigh as he pulled back. The pet name was a first, and you could sense that you were blushing as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “We don’t have to be in a relationship for me to fuck you ‘fore we gotta go back to work, yeah?” 

You answered that question by rolling your hips down against his erection, putting your hands in his hair to guide him back to your neck. Austin let out a soft groan against your skin and it went right to your center, the part of your nervous system telling you that you needed to quit while you were ahead failing to block its path.

---

June 20th, 2020

You still didn’t know if being in a relationship was a good idea, so you weren’t in a relationship. As Austin had put it one night when you were both tipsy, you were “just hot parents that had sex”. You set ground rules. No sleepovers, no PDA in front of Cora or anyone, and in the interest of not making another film set baby- using protection was nonnegotiable.

But the ground rules did their job. Both you and Cora liked having Austin around more, not to mention that the sex was somehow even better that it was in 2015. 

You told him that much to his face one night after a particularly mind melting orgasm, Austin chuckling as he came up from between your legs. But something felt wrong when the moment passed, his gaze falling to the wall.

“Is everything okay?”

“I have to go back to the states for a week tomorrow.” He spat out as you sat up and felt around for your shorts.

“What, why?”

“Baz uh, he got me on some film school panel. Said it’ll be a good palette cleanser for the media. Give ‘em something else to talk about.”

The circus surrounding the news about Cora could’ve been worse, but it was still a circus nonetheless, largely because of Austin’s insistence re: not giving anyone even a lick of detail about your history. Theories of every color swirled around the gossip circuit, from Cora not really being his child to the suggestion that you’d been paid off to keep her hidden away.

“He’s not wrong Aus,” You said. 

“I know, just gonna miss you and Cora is all.”

With that he turned away to figure out where his own clothes were to get re-dressed to leave. Something you were realizing you didn’t want him to do, ground rules be damned.

“Stay?” You said and he looked back at you as he tugged his shirt on. “Tonight, I mean. If you have to go home and pack that’s okay but I’m off tomorrow, we can drive you to the airport,”

“You gonna lecture me about the rules if I say I was hoping you’d say that?” 

The rules had morphed into a bit of a running joke as of late, but you still hadn’t broken them. Not until tonight at least. 

You laughed softly and he kissed your head as he laid back down. Austin rolled onto his stomach next to you, a hand reaching out to brush over the back of your hair and down your face. You grabbed it in one of yours, holding his fingers where they had come to rest against your cheek.

He smiled as he met your eyes, the look on his face the same one he got around Cora, you realized. 

The same and different, in a way you would say you couldn’t place if that wouldn’t be a bold faced lie. 

You knew down to the letter and it terrified you.

He parted his lips and closed them again, like he wanted to say something but hesitated at the last second.

“What?” You whispered and flickered his eyes across your face. 

“I just,” He started, biting ever so slightly on his bottom lip. “I really am gonna miss you, you know.”

You nodded in his hold, pressing a kiss to where your fingers had become intertwined. 

“I love you.” 

“Me too.”

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[myoongiverse16]

A short Jungkook Imagine

Imagine Jungkook being cold to you

Genre: A teensie bit of angst, mostly fluff.

Warnings: None (unless you count Jungkook being a little mean)

“Jungkookie!” You shouted. Jungkook sighed and turned around in his chair. 

“What?” He spat. You ignored and smiled.

“Are you almost done? I wanted to watch a movie with you!” Jungkook sighed again. 

“I’ve got a lot of work to do, maybe another time.” 

He turned back to the computer. 

“Oh, okay.” You left the room and frowned.

“Kookie! Can we go out tonight?” Jungkook shook his head.

“I already told you, I’m hanging out with the guys.” 

“Oh, right. What about next week?” Jungkook shrugged.

“Maybe, no promises though.” Jungkook said then walked to the door. “See ya.” He walked out of the apartment. Your shoulders slumped. 

“Hi! Ooh! Can I play?” You asked. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair.

“Maybe later, I’m trying to beat this level.” You nodded your head sadly.

“Okay.” 

“Welcome home!” You said with outstretched arms. Jungkook lazily nodded his head. Then he walked to your bedroom and collapsed on the bed. You frowned and sighed. You put on a fake smile and walked to the room. 

“Do you want something to eat?” Jungkook just groaned. 

“I just want to be left alone, okay.” He glared at you and pulled the covers over him. You looked down sadly, then left the bedroom. 

The next day, you decided to surprise Jungkook at work with some lunch you made. You were happily walking to the studio when you heard Jungkook mention your name. 

“I can’t with her, anymore!” You flinched as you heard Jungkook yell about you. “She’s been so clingy these past couple of days. She always wants attention. But I have to repeatedly tell her I’m busy. It’s so annoying!” Your earth shattered. You looked down on the verge of tears. “I just wish she could just give me some space.” You ran away, tears beginning to fall from her face.

From Jungkook’s perspective.

Taehyung shook his head and sighed.

“Jungkook, you know you're my man right? And I support you in every way.” He paused. Jungkook nodded his head. “But, how can you be this stupid?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting that answer from him. “I mean, you’re probably the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like her as your girlfriend.” Jungkook’s eyes furrowed. “In my book, it’s better to have a girlfriend who always wants you than someone who doesn’t love you at all.” Jungkook’s eyes widened again in realization. 

“….I guess you’re right.” Taehyung patted his shoulder. 

“I’m always right.” He gave a boxy smile. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

When Jungkook got home from work, he dropped his bag and sighed. “I should probably apologize to her for being distant.” He took a deep breath and went to the room. Only to find that you weren’t there. He tilted his head confused. You were usually home, usually making dinner by now. But you were nowhere in sight. Jungkook started to become worried. Then, he heard the front door open. He sighed in relief as he saw you walk in. 

“Where were you?” You only shrugged and walked past him to your room. Jungkook was confused by the cold gesture. He followed after you. You were just getting dressed into some pajamas. You walked to your side of the bed and laid down, with no recognition of him. Jungkook stood there dumbfounded. He scratched the back of his neck and began to get ready for bed himself. He got into the bed and pulled up the covers. 

“Uh, goodnight.” You only hummed in response. 

The next day, Jungkook woke up to find you gone, again. This continued to happen every morning. Jungkook would get up and leave for work confused as to where you were. It seemed as though every time he’d try to talk to you, you’d turn the other shoulder and avoid him. He was also confused as to why he didn’t get anymore text messages from you, telling him to have a good day. When he would get home, you would be gone after saying a quick “bye” either saying you were hanging with friends or going out for a walk to the park. Jungkook was sad, distressed, and confused as to what made you change your demeanor. It was when he talked to Taehyung again that made him realize. 

“So, how are you two?” Jungkook frowned, Taehyung noticed. “Uh oh, what now?” 

“I don’t know if this is karma or straight irony, but she’s been acting super weird.”

“Weird as in?”

“Well, she’s not there in the mornings when I wake up and when I get home she immediately leaves the house. She also doesn’t send me text messages anymore, doesn’t cook, and doesn’t hug me.” Taehyung tried to hold back his laughter, but ended up bursting with laughter. Jungkook’s face turned to shock.

“What’s so funny?!” 

“It’s just,” Taehyung said between laughter. “You got hit hard by karma.” Taehyung wiped away his fake tears, and straightened himself. “The saying is true, ‘you don’t realize you’ve got something till you’ve lost it.’” Jungkook’s eyes widened. 

“Wow, you’re so right. I’ve messed up. Bad.” Taehyung nodded his head. 

“Yep….however, what I’m still wondering is why the sudden change. It’s not like you said she was annoying straight to her face, right?” Jungkook’s eyes grew wider. 

“Oh no!” Taehyung titled his head confused. 

“What?”

“She must have heard our conversation.” Taehyung’s eyes widened. 

“Yikes,” He shrugged. “Well, your problem, not mine.” Taehyung chuckled then left Jungkook to guilt. 

As soon as Jungkook got home, he ran to your shared room. He found you grabbing your purse about to leave. 

You were surprised when Jungkook walked in through the door so quickly. 

“Oh, um-“ before you could finish, Jungkook embraced you in a tight hug. You stood there dumbfounded. 

“I’m so sorry! I’ve been so stupid! I never realized how lucky I was to have you until I lost you!” Jungkook apologized as he continued to squeeze you tight. 

“Can’t breathe.” You said between strained breaths. 

“Oh, sorry.” He let go of you with a sheepish smile. “I really am sorry. I’ve just been super busy, but that’s no excuse to push you away.” You wanted to be angry at him, you wanted to slap his face and say, ‘yeah, serves you right!’ But looking at Jungkook’s sincere face, you couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“I understand, if you hate me. But, please don’t leave me. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Because…I love you.” Your eyes widened. This was the first time Jungkook had said that sentence. You smiled on the verge of tears. You embraced Jungkook. 

“I love you too, idiot.” You said in his shirt. Jungkook smiled and held her close. Jungkook leaned away and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You smiled into it. You pulled away and Jungkook pulled you into another hug. 

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” You heard Jungkook whisper to himself. You smiled as a tear fell down your face.

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts imagines

[cutedisneygrl]

The Surprise Trip

This is a one shot idea I got from @lizette50

Warnings: none just sweet, fluff, romantic.

Chris and you have been together for 3 years. You have told him how much you have wanted to go Disneyland. You have been to Disneyworld many times throughout your life but never Disneyland. You and Chris have been to Disney world several times since you got together. One Thursday afternoon a few days before Christmas you and Chris were sitting on the couch. Dodger was curled up at your feet. “Princess, I was thinking.” Chris said.

            “Yeah?” you asked looking up at him with a smile. You loved it when he called you princess.

            “Why don’t we go somewhere for Christmas this year.”

            “Go somewhere? Like where? Do you not want to spend time with your family at Christmas?”

            Chris smiled. “I mean I do…but I also love spending it with you and I just thought…” he paused and didn’t finish.

            “Thought what?”

            “I wanted to do something different. Are you up for it?” He asks looking down at you.

            “Uh…sure I guess.”

            Chris smiled and kissed your head. “You not telling you me where you have in mind?”

Chris shook his head. “Nope it’s a surprise.”

You sighed. “Chris, you know how I am about surprises.”

He smiled. “I know but you always love them and say how much you love it when I do.”

            “Most of the time.” You said with a smile.

Chris smiled. “Well pack a bag and be ready.”

            “How do I need to pack and for how long?”

            “Well, it might be a little chilly and pack for a week.”

You nodded. “Okay. When are we leaving?”

            “I was thinking day after tomorrow.”

            “Wow, that soon? I guess I better go start packing now.” You started to get up.

            Chris grabbed your hand. “Wait, princess, you’re leaving now?”

            “Well, I have a lot to pack if we are going to be gone a week, I probably need to wash some things.”

            “You have tomorrow. We aren’t leaving till day after tomorrow.”

            “I know but it will take a while.” You smile.

Chris laughed. “You’re taking that much?”

            You laugh “No but…”

Chris leaned over and kissed you “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You smiled. “Alright. I love you.”

            “Love you too princess.”

You got up and grabbed your purse by the door and put on your shoes and turned and looked at Chris.

            “Goodnight Chris. I’ll talk to you later.”

            “Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams. I will call you later.”

You left and headed home, which is only about 20 minutes away from Chris.

            Saturday morning Chris woke up and smiled. Today was the day you and him were driving to your surprise. He looked over at the clock and saw it was 5:00 am. He had told you he would pick you up at 6:30 am. He got a quick shower and got his bag ready. He had taken Dodger to his moms the night before.

This is what Chris is wearing.

You woke up and groaned when you see its 5:40. You had just headed into the bathroom when you get a text.

Chris-Good morning beautiful! I will see you soon. I love you (kiss face and heart)

Y/N-Good morning handsome. Okay I can’t wait to see you. Love you too (kiss face and heart face)

You searched through your closet trying to decide what to wear. You finally decided on

Authors note-not the shoes you wear flats instead.

Chris arrived at your house right at 7:30. He helped you with your stuff and put it in the trunk of his car and you headed out. He pulled out of your driveway and grabbed your hand and placed it on his lap and held it. Chris drove the 20 minutes to the airport. You arrived and after checked in. Chris got your tickets and you headed to your gate. You didn’t have to check any luggage. You both just had carry Ons. After reaching your gate you arrived right on time just as the plane was boarding. Chris handed the lady your tickets.

            “Your good to go. Enjoy your flight.”

Chris took your hand and you walked with him onto the plane down the jet bridge. You sat next to the window and Chris sat beside you in the aisle.

            Several hours later you arrived in LA it was now 8:43 am. After getting off the plane and walking out you waited for a taxi that would take you to your hotel. It took about 40 minutes to arrive at the hotel.

            At 9:23 am. You and Chris arrived at your hotel. You looked around and were amazed and in awe.

The bellhop took the luggage and Chris checked in then followed him to your room.

            “Thanks.” Chris said and paid him.

He nodded and left. Then he turns to you. You are grinning from ear to ear.

            “Surprised?”

            “Yes very! So does this mean we are going to Disneyland?”

Chris smiled. “Yes princess. We can even go now if you want.”

            “Yes! I’m ready!”

            “Alright let’s go.”

Chris took your hand and led you out of the room and you took the elevator to the lobby where you rode the bus that would take you to Disneyland.

Chris and Y/N had spent a wonderful day at Disneyland, riding the attractions, watching the shows, and taking pictures with the characters. They had just watched the fireworks show over Sleeping Beauty Castle, and Chris suggested that they take a walk around the park before it closed. Y/N agreed, and they held hands as they strolled along the paths, enjoying the night lights and the music.

They came across a small bridge that led to a secluded area, where they saw a sign that said, “Snow White’s Grotto”. Chris smiled and said, “Hey, let’s check this out. I heard it’s a very special place.” Y/N nodded, curious to see what it was. They crossed the bridge and entered the grotto, where they saw a small wishing well surrounded by statues of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. They also heard their voices singing “I’m Wishing” and “One Song” from the movie.

Authors note: I loved this pic and had to use it but just image it at night.

Y/N felt a wave of nostalgia and smiled. She loved Snow White as a child, and she still remembered the lyrics to the songs. She looked at Chris and said, “This is so beautiful. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.” Chris smiled back and said, “You are. You’re the princess, and I’m the prince.” He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and revealed a sparkling diamond ring.

He got down on one knee and said, “Y/N, you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You make me happy; you make me laugh, you make me feel alive. You’re my best friend, my partner, my soulmate. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Y/N gasped and felt tears in her eyes. She was speechless, overwhelmed by the surprise and the emotion. She looked at Chris, who was looking at her with hope and love. She nodded and said, “Yes, yes, yes! Of course, I will marry you!” Chris smiled and slid the ring on her finger. He then stood up and hugged her. They kissed passionately, as the music and the stars witnessed their love. They heard a splash and saw that a coin had fallen into the well. They looked at each other and realized that they had just made a wish come true.

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#Chris #ChrisEvans #Disneyland #proposal #Dodger

[clone-anon]

Rex x f!reader dealing with miscarriage

I decided to make this one its own post so I can be sure the entirety of the details are under the cut.  I know this is a very sensitive topic for many people, so please take care of yourselves.

TW: miscarriage

Before we get going I’ll say that this is something I’m familiar with. I’ve been through two, although in my case I wasn’t ready to be a mom and miscarriage brought both relief and guilt.  I am able to write from that perspective as well, but it’s not the take I’m working with here.  I was not sure which clone was preferred so I went with Rex.  If you would like a ficlet like this or on another topic, please reach out.

You both were looking forward to being parents.  Getting pregnant was a surprise and you’d never forget the look on Rex’s face when you told him.  He’d seen some of his other brothers take on parental roles, but he was still stunned he was going to be a father.  You started preparing almost immediately. It was adding a few things to the house here or there and dealing with your changing body as well as wrapping your head around adding a third person to the family.

That all changed one morning when you got out of the shower, into your clothes, and something wasn’t right.  Something was very wrong. You screamed for Rex and he came running.  It seemed like a blur, but you went from excited parents to medical emergency, to recovery, to emptiness.  You and Rex both cried and he would not stop holding you.

You didn’t talk about it immediately, but one day he came home to find you sitting at the kitchen table in the same clothes you’d worn for two days, staring at the wall, hot caf gone cold hours ago.  He came over and sat next to you, taking your hand in his and kissing it several times.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you simpy said, “We never got to know them.”

Rex felt it in his heart.  Of course he was sad by what was going on, but he also wanted to help you both through this.

“In my head I always called them ‘little soldier,’“ he admitted.  “I figured it worked no matter their gender.”

You looked at him and tried smiling before he continued.

“I thought about who they would be.  Strong, smart, brave, and wonderful like their mother, of course. What kind of hobbies do you think they would have?”

You thought about it, actually allowing yourself to embrace who this child was and through sniffles replied, “They would have done anything as long as it was with their dad. Playing in the woods. Pretend tea parties. And probably eventually learning to shoot a blaster.”

Rex smiled at that. “Yeah, but not too soon.”

“They would have loved all their uncles,” you added.

“And their uncles and us... we’ll always love them.  Because no matter how short a time it was for, they are part of this family.”

He took a breath. “I know we have to grieve in our own ways.  I know you’re beyond sad and I am too, but I’m not going to forget our little soldier and I don’t want you thinking you have to move on or whatever just because a certain amount of time has passed or they never got to be born.”

You started crying again, but this time it was out of relief that he understood.  Tears streamed down his cheeks and he held you.  After you let it out, he walked you to the fresher so you both could get cleaned up.  He gently washed you, knowing how exhausted you’d become.  He helped you get into clean clothes and started some laundry.  You made some food, choosing something easy, but enough to keep you both going.  That night you got into bed together, holding each other close, whispering and kissing your ‘I love yous,’ and in your hearts you said goodnight to your little soldier.

#tw miscarriage #miscarriage #lost pregnancy #loss of a child #tw: loss of a child #rex x reader #rex x f!reader #f!reader #captain rex #captain rex fanfiction #clone anon posts #rex anon #tw: miscarriage #captain rex x reader #captain rex x f!reader #pregnancy loss #tw: pregnancy loss #tw: pregnancy #reader insert

[ghostofskywalker]

I don’t know how I didn’t notice you had requests open for Benny Miller, my beloved triple frontier boy. Could I ask for a blurb of cuddling after a getting home late from a long mission? - Curious Curios

he is a new addition to my list, but i watched triple frontier and i just loved him so much!! i hope you enjoy this :)

benny miller masterlist

words: 555

Logically, you should have realized that your boyfriend was the one who had just opened the door and was now walking around your house in the middle of the night, but it was too dark and too late for you to really think rationally. 

Someone is breaking into the house and I’m going to die! The unhelpful voice in your brain shouted, jolting you away from what should have been a restful transition to a good night’s sleep. You didn’t remember when Benny said he would be returning home, so you didn’t even entertain the possibility that it would be him. 

Grabbing the baseball bat that you kept beside the bed, you made your way out into the hallway, tiptoeing across the wooden floor. Whoever was in the house didn’t seem to be making any effort to stay quiet, so you hoped that you would be able to take them out with a quick swing and then call the police. 

But the moment you stepped out into the living room and got a glimpse of who was standing there, you dropped the bat. The sound of it clattering to the floor made the two of you stop in your tracks, and soon you were throwing yourself into your boyfriend’s arms. He was a little sweaty, and he smelled too much like dirt for your usual liking, but at that moment you didn’t care one bit. 

“Did you think someone had broken into the house?” he whispered in your ear as he held you tightly against him. 

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I didn’t know you would be coming home today!” 

“We were supposed to be home in two days,” he said. “But the team got everything under control early, so here I am. I was hoping to surprise you after I took a shower, but I can’t say I’m not glad to see you.”

“And I would love to say that I don’t want to let you go,” you said, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips. “But I do think you need a shower.” 

Benny just laughed, squeezing your waist slightly before letting go. “Alright, but I want to cuddle with you the moment I get out.” 

You smiled. “I think I can agree to that.” 

He must have spent about 10 minutes in the shower, but to you it felt like forever. And when he finally stepped into your shared bedroom in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him senselessly right then and there.

As he got into bed beside you, you laid your head on his chest. “Did you have a good mission?” you asked. 

He laughed. “It wasn’t too bad. Frankie almost fell over like three times, so I don’t know if he’d say this was the best we’ve ever been on, but he’s fine. The guys were asking about you.” 

“We should have them over here one day, for a barbecue or something. Maybe next Friday, or-”

As you thought out loud, your boyfriend cut you off with a kiss, reaching up to turn the lamp on his bedside off. “We can start planning tomorrow. Right now though, I just want to sleep.”  

“Alright,” you said, fighting back a smile. “Goodnight Benny, I love you.” 

“Goodnight sweetheart. I love you too.”

#🍷 blurbs #benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #benny miller x female reader #benny miller fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 3- Talk!

masterlist

when the debrief happens and y/n cant find alex anywhere 

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, please let me know if there are anymore and I will add them to this list

“look all I’m trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not” “Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we’re actually not delusional” the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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After a well deserved night of rest from last nights activities its safe to say I was still sore after all Alex and I did have a few rounds, anyway I’m letting my point digress. Right now its currently 1pm and I’ve just woken up to an empty bed, Alex nowhere to be found. The thing that woke me up? George singing a bad rendition of an elvis presley song, probably to get me up to make him and everyone juice. Thats the thing with George, the thing with all the boys really, once they get an idea in their head they literally do not let go, so it looks like im going to have to get up and go on the hunt for alex to ask if he wants a juice and a bacon sandwich because I just know that Ross will be making them, Its what we’ve always done we go on a night out, then the morning after we have bacon sandwiches and juice and debrief from the night befores previous’ antics. 

So eventually managing to stand, i get up and go look for Alex not finding him on the balcony, I then admit my defeat of being unlucky trying to find the chocolate eyed boy and head into the kitchen met with surprise because George was cooking the bacon sandwiches this time. “Ahh y/n/n was wondering when you’d get up, here woke up and found this on the side” George said handing me a napkin folded over with my name on it with words scribbled in sharpie inside. “Hey! You should apologise it was your god awful rendition of elvis presley that woke me up from my beauty sleep, lord knows, thanks. You didn’t read it did you?” my words coming out to George a bit more mean than usual.

“No. I didn't, thought you wouldn't want me too. Plus it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” laughing at his words “since when are you a gentleman George?” to that i was just met with a hum in response so I decided to open the napkin which read. 

“y/n i really enjoyed last night had to run though have to record in the studio for the new album coming, think you’ll really like this one, its got a bit of everything in it,  so sorry to run wouldve loved to try your juice. anyway , heres my number 07*********, call me sometime soon we can organise something im sure

Al x :)” 

Smiling like a giddy school girl whos just got invited to her first date, I put it in my pocket of my hoodie, saving it for later making a mental note to call him when everyone was gone. George then spoke up from infront of me interrupting my train of thought, “So y/n what did you get up to last night? Anything interesting?” “whats that supposed to mean G?” i asked raising my eyebrows in question. “Nothing just wanted to know if anything happened with alex, he seems like a good lad and also i noticed how close you two were last night. I also may or may not have heard you two just a tad.” Burying my head in my hands out of abashment, “oh god i only thought matty had heard, dear lord. Im so sorry G.”

“Yeah well it wasnt just matty was it, it was Ross and I aswell okay it might have been a bit embarrassing but when have you not heard one of us, im very happy for you though, y/n/n, glad to see you get back on the field especially after col-” holding my finger out interrupting his sentence “dont you dare utter his name, other wise i will manifest that that bacon spits at you so much that you have burns all over your fingers that they blister and its unbearable pain for weeks” 

George then and there admitted his defeat holding his hands up. “Woah a bit harsh y/n/n,” my threat was overheard and interrupted by Matty, and Ross by the looks of it,  entering the room “Hey, it was completely fair, he almost brought up his name” ross replies. “Thank you, ross I knew I liked you the most out of all of our friendship” for that i was met with a chorus of “heys” even adam, and ross’ “welcome, love.” just sticking his middle finger up at george, hann and matty in response to their hurtful glares at me. “Just kidding i love you all equally, youre all my joint favourite.” i say to put their glares at rest.

“Anyway Hann when did you get here?” “about an hour ago knew we all needed to debrief from the night and when you lot had disappeared knew you would be at the closest flat from the pub, yours of course” adam explained himself. “Yours is the closest to anywhere we go on a night out bug. How is that?” “its because where i live, is club and pub central, dont forget that the uni is literally a 10 minute car ride down the road aswell. even some nights ms. lambert goes out with her old mates to the pub 5 minutes down the road mad i swear plus on nights when im not out i get to catch pub fights through my window, best place ive ever lived i swear, anyway im going off on a tangent plus it looks like the bacons almost done so, does everyone want juice?” just met with a chorus of “yeahs” i get started on making the juice for 5 of us. 

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After 3 minutes everyone was sat on the sofa, and soon we were talking about how last night went for all of us. “So hann,” i started, “who was the girl you were sucking face with last night,seemed very interested in eachother. You barely spoke to us!” “ahh y/n, her names carly, very nice girl ive been on a few dates with her, its early days but i think it might be a really good relationship, last night was only meant to be us but she just happened to be there, think you’ll get along with her, shes very nice and not like em at all” “thats good for you hann, we have to get together sometime so i can meet her, you deserve happiness especially after emma cheated on you with him” i knew you could hear the disgust in my voice, that really hurt when that happened, ross was at a cafe on a date and found them together kissing in a booth he joint called adam and i and we both felt betrayed i guess it was more hurtful for adam as he didnt expect it to happen he thought they were fine, happy and in love, but i knew, i knew her, she always took my boyfriends even when she already had one, she could never let me have my moment in the sun, when she started dating Adam i had warned him but he said it was different now and that she had changed, but when ross found them together i knew he was heartbroken and through that we had grown a lot closer together. The both of us mending our hearts together. 

“What about you, bug. You gonna tell hann where you disappeared off to last night when ross, G and i came back from smoking” matty said to me hann raising his eyebrows in question as if to say ooh which is what followed. I rolled my eyes playfully smiling “i kinda met someone, kinda the lead singer of arctic monkeys” i said taking another bite of my bacon sandwich. “Oh yeah do tell. What did the night lead to?” adam said jokingly wiggling his eyebrows at me. And then george piped in “lots of headboard smashing and loud noises lets just say that” i playfully smacked his chest raising my eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? Good on you y/n/n im very proud of you, youve come along quite nicely from the heartbreak that we both experienced 6 months ago” “so have you hann, and there we were thinking that we would never experience a love life again, and here we are both with potential love interests” i state sighing in content happy with the little family i have here in the heart of the U.K.

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After a few meaningless chats about last nights happenings like what what we had to eat and best food after a night out conclusion; it's a doner kebab. And then ross stood up “right im gonna go get some clothes on, ive got a date” “whats her name this time macdonald?” I stated with an airy chuckle  “gemma.” “wow. You actually know her name this time, at least you were courteous enough this time to remember” matty states which the rest of us just laughed at.  “shut up the lot of you okay, at least i play the field a bit, while im still in my prime before i settle down, plus its not like you have a leg to stand on healy, how many girlfriends have you had since ‘02” matty then huffed and crossed his arms an apparent scowl on his face impeding on the smile he had on his face just a few mere moments ago. “That shut him up quick, note to self bring up the many girlfriends healy has had to quite his waffle” george said holding a hand out mimicking out writing on a piece of paper. 

After ross had disappeared to get changed and come back out he appeared again “so ill see you all later we gonna head up to wilmslow together later?” “shit” i exclaimed “whats the time” “errrr just coming up to 2 why?” “shit i was meant to leave at 10 to help lucy with the wedding. fuck, why did no one wake me up, you shits, right im gonna have to quickly get changed and hop in my car, stink dont suppose you could pack my case for me?” 

“Yeah course go get changed and ill do it as soon as your out of your bedroom, dont worry dont panic if need be just blame me ill gladly take a hit from bridezilla for you, bug” 

“Thank you! I dont have time to get changed, ive got to go now, Youre a blooming life saver, stink, all right ross ill see  you later about 9 ish lots of love all of you” i quickly run to my room grab my phone and my car keys on my nightstand and grab my bag thats chucked on the floor and run out of my house on the phone to lucy. 

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“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” 

“It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late” 

“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure”

“Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?”

“Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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