#Bit of angst

[maiumeni]

Stanley, I think I feel... happy. I actually feel happy. Promise me you won't go back there, hm? Just... just stay here.

No, wait... where are you going? Please, Stanley, think about what you're doing! NO!!

I wanted us to be happy here, Stanley, I really did. I wish I still thought that was possible.

…Is it over? It's going to restart, isn't it. I'm going back.

[bearw-me]

Hii, I don't have a specific request. I just NEED panic attack comfort. You can choose who comforts the reader (if you're ok with that, I just hope it makes sense?)

Yo! luna's, tysm for requesting! i chose not one, but two characters, hope you like it!

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮? — 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 ft : angel dust, charlie morningstar, gn!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, hurt/comfort, bit of angst, all around cute 𐐒 summary : they find you curled up and in the midst of a panic attack. 𐐒 note : know the feeling! hope this helps or at least makes you smile lol

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 / 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲

i feel like angel has had a panic attack before. so when he sees you curled into yourself in the corner, sobbing softly and shaking, he immediately comes to sit next to you.

"Hey, hey, what's with all this crying?" he tries to smile for the both of you, but he's really concerned.

"You're okay kiddo, I got ya'"

he listens if he knows it will help you talk about it, but if it only makes you spiral further into it, then he decides to distract you from the horrible feelings

he wraps an arm (or two) around your shoulders and pulls you close in order to show you his phone.

shows you some music he likes and plays it while he shows you the crazy shit + photo's on his phone to make you laugh.

Oh! and he knows just the perfect person to help keep him company with you: Fat Nugget's sits on your lap!

the cute little hellpig curls up and snores, little oinks occasionally leaving his snout

angel probably won't leave you after that, hell, you two are having a sleepover in his room now and binge watching a series together until he's sure you're okay

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

charlie herself may not know how you feel, but she definitely knows what's wrong and how to help.

she kneels down and sits in front of you with that soft smile of hers, asking what's wrong and how she can help you

"Just focus on me okay? Just- breath," she does the same, inhaling slowly and exhaling, repeating until she is sure she has your attention focused on her and not whatever you're feeling.

but Charlie can't really just let you be all by yourself, so she wipes the tears from your eyes. cradling your face and wiping them away with her thumbs.

definitely physically comforting you and talking you through it, like rubbing your back and making sure she stays next to you

charlie is the definition of comfort i think, and understanding

if you want a private place to talk it out, she has her room for the two of you to sit in

brings you whatever you need, like a warm drink, maybe a blanket

if you need a hug, charlie's got two arms for a reason! bring it in!

[tanked-up]

Gaz: You know, people would actually talk to you if you’d look more appealing… if you’d lifted up that mood of yours, maybe a new hairstyle, not that you show yours but-

Ghost: I’ve already got everyone I need.

Gaz: Soap won’t last you forever, Ghost…

Ghost: He will, as long as I’m with him

Gaz: How about meeting other-

Ghost stands up: If you’ll excuse me now, I’ll be leaving.

Gaz: Wait where you going? I wasn’t finish!

Ghost: I’m off to annoy the living shit out of Johnny

Gaz: Can I join…?

Ghost: Go annoy Price

[amypihcs]

And this is a gift to my dear @i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end!

I've tried my hand to one of your prompts and here's some fluff (with a sprinkle of angst) for you, hope you like it!

Yes, there's more tattooing, more old men in love, more marriage proposals and more token exchange and body worship, but we all need that to live, right?

Hope you like it loves! - slightly nsfw art + tags under the cut

Tried my hand in drawing these old men in love + my very first kiss

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[that-one-gay-writer1227]

Giving Him a Show

Tighnari x Fem!Reader smut

A/N: Hey everyone. A few things before I start. Firstly, I would like to credit my dear friend @hitomisuzuya for giving me a lot of the fuel for this, most of this fic was their idea so please go and show them some love<3 Secondly, for all of my writers out there, I'd like for any constructive critisim in the comments. I want to improve my smut writing given this is my first time in the genre, and finally if you've been following my xiao x reader 30 day challenge, i'll be posting day 6 tomorrow morning around noon.

summary: It was your day off from your job as a forest ranger in the avidya forest in a while, so you decided to spend it having a little fun. Or at least until a certain someone shows up asking for your research papers, leading you on a rollar coaster

warnings: slight angst, fluff, slow burn, porn with plot, masterbation, dom!tighnari, breeding kink, orgasm denial, biting/marking, cunnilings, tighnari calls y/n baby and "little flower" a few times, teasing, hair pulling, choking, both praise and mild degration, use of "good girl", vaginal penetration.

PSA: dont be silly, cover the willy folks <3

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Finally

It had been a full week of nonstop work. You haven't even had a chance to sit down and enjoy a full meal without having to multitask. You knew this job was gonna be busy but damn, you didn't realize that also included sacrificing your free time.

On the plus side, who knew you'd get lucky enough to have an attractive teammate. His black and green hair, his hazel eyes, the playful sarcasm...

My archons, sometimes that was the only reason you'd show up. Of course, you were always an amazing employee. Hardworking and strong ethics. But that doesn't mean you could help the butterflies tingling in your tummy every time you thought about the way his hands would feel caressing your hips. The way he would gently squeeze before moving lower and lower-

You'd take today's free day as a chance to deal with the frustration that'd been steadily building.

You felt your heart rate increase. The absolute sheer thought of him touching you making you needier by the moment. You lay down against your soft bedsheets, the cool sheets a sheer contract to your heated skin.

You needed him, you needed to feel him inside of you, stretching you, making you beg pathetically for him.

Your hands began to wander gently over your neck, down your chest, and over your stomach. You caressed the outside of your thighs squeezing them while imagining him doing the same while absolutely drilling into you hungrily.

You let out a subtle moan, feeling how wet you were growing. Your hands ghosting over your clothed, soaked cunt. The small movement forced a soft hip buck from you.

You wanted to feel him running his hands over your folds, barely touching. You wanted him to hold your hands above your head, his hot breath mere inches from your ear. His pants, and the sound of his fingers tantalizingly slowly circling around your entrance before plunging into it. Him telling you how good you're being for him.

You quickly took your shorts and undergarments off, the cold air licking against your aching sex. It didn't take much for your hands to snake down. you didn't bother being quiet. I mean, why would you?

You pressed two fingers into your cunt, stretching yourself as much as you could, but it just wasn't enough. You needed more. You were absolutely feral trying to press deeper, deeper. Yet you could only barely touch that one heavenly spot deep inside.

Here you were, desperately whining and soaking. Completely unaware of the unexpected guest now at your front door. You were slowly reaching climax begging outwardly for someone who wasn't there to touch you. You just couldn't reach far enough, nothing was filling you like you imagined he could.

To Tighnari, who was now at your door, blissfully unaware of the sins you were committing, you were probably taking some kind of nap or doing whatever you normally do in your free time.

He went to knock on the door when he heard it. He thought you were in pain, I mean it sounded like you were sobbing. He was unsure of what to do, should he bust in to help you? Or would you rather he left you instead of being viewed in so much pain?

It took him only a few seconds to make up his mind, he twisted the handle, surprised to find it entirely unlocked. Now he was really worried. If you were in so much pain that you'd forgotten to lock the door behind you then he made the right choice to go help.

He hurriedly searched the house for you. But the more he heard you, the more he questioned what the sounds were of. Eventually, he walked up the stairs toward your bedroom.

There was a slight crack in the door, clearly, you hadn't closed it behind you. He didn't want to intrude on your privacy, but he was only worried. He opened the door, almost immediately regretting his decision.

You still hadn't noticed him, your fingers pumping in and out of your drenched cunt. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you came closer and closer to what you'd been working for, crying his name.

That was until you made eye contact with him.

The shrill scream you let out was ear-shattering as you scampered to find something to cover yourself with, wielding no results.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I was just-just coming to get some papers but I see that your-your uhm busy! I'll go now-" The poor brunette's face reddened as he forced the words out of his mouth, bolting down the stairs and out of the house.

You were absolutely mortified. Heart and breath fast, you felt tears of embarrassment clouding your eyes, wondering just how much he saw, just how much he heard.

Little did you know, the young man ran down and hid behind a tree to catch his breath, taking careful notice of the painful tent in his pants.

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You dreaded the next morning. You had to go back to work and face Tighnari, and as much as you wanted to hide in a hole for the rest of your life, you knew that you had no other choice but to go.

You took a deep breath, before walking into the forest rangers headquarters. You found your station to collect your daily materials and tasks, thankful to not have yet run into Tighnari. You took your supplies and left the building as fast as you could. In attempts of trying to avoid a certain someone, you ran smack dab right into him.

You both fell to the ground with a loud thump. His cheek landed across your chest. You froze the second you realize fully what happened. First, he catches you fucking yourself, and now you literally tripped him into this position. The universe just can't cut you a break, can it?

"Ow..." He grilled before raising his head to look at you, unaware that it was you. His face turned red as his eyes widened, now hovering over you, arms on either side of your shoulders, ears ever slightly downward towards his head.

You turn your head to the side, breaking eye contact, face fully flushed bright crimson.

Oh, archons you wanted to kiss him so badly, To explore how his lips dance. But you knew you couldn't. Not after yesterday.

He quickly sat up. Backing away red-faced, He didn't say anything for a moment. You both sat there wide-eyed, and red. The silence between you two was thick and painful.

Tighnari was about to say something, just opening his mouth, but instead of sticking around to hear what was going to be said, you stood up and started running down the path, clutching your work to your chest to keep yourself grounded.

Tighnari sat there a little dumbfounded. He closed his mouth, not even realizing he was about to speak. His mind was filled with images of you lying under him, and yesterday.

He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted nothing more than to see you like he did yesterday again. Archons what he wouldn't give for that.

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A few days had passed and you'd be lucky enough to avoid tighnari as much as possible. Of course, he was still there and there were still times you were near him, but you hadn't had to actually talk to him in time.

Well, today you and he had to finish some research you both had started the previous month. This was unavoidable. actually, it was the same research project that he needed the papers for, but then the incident happened.

Most of the embarrassment was dying down, at least you didn't feel like dying every time that he was around so that was progress in your eyes. Though it was still a little tense.

You sat next to Mr. forest ranger himself, in silence. You couldn't bring yourself to look up from your hands. It was still awkward and you didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he already had been.

"Here, I'll finish the logs and we can start compiling our data." His voice was a little stricter than normal. He sounded like he didn't want to be there, which made you feel anxious. You nodded and gripped your hands a little tighter. You had half the heart to race out the door and never look back, but you knew you wouldn't be able to get ten feet before Tighnari caught up to you.

You heard him sigh and stand up, walking over to a bookshelf behind you. You turned around slightly feeling tears prick your eyes. You didn't want that to be the way he saw you and it really was eating you up inside. You felt horrible, what if he hates you now?

You turned back in your seat a few tears falling down your cheeks, you couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

You loved him, and now the thought of him hating you all because you made a mistake was a little too much for you. It wasn't your fault, you were simply enjoying your body, but you hated the fact that it made him uncomfortable.

You brought your hands over your face, trying not to make a lot of noise but you couldn't stop yourself. You'd already broken the damn.

"Hey...hey y/n what's wrong?" Tighnari rushed over and sat in front of you on his knees, holding your wrists gently. He pulled your hands away from your face gently, but you turned your face from him as best as you could.

"I'm-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird, I just- i- please... can I just go home?" You whimpered out, still crying and tucking your head away from him as best you could. He took a deep breath, feeling unaware of what you'd be comfortable with, and moved his hands from your wrists to your hands.

"Of course, you can. I'll take care of this here. take as much time as you need." That is all he said before he went to stand up, kissing your forehead. The sentiment went over your head as you walked out of the room, going back to your abode to sleep the rest of the day away.

The next evening you were greeted with a knock at the door. Your eyes were only a little puffy but you couldn't stop thinking about your meltdown in front of Tighnari. You felt like an idiot! There was no way you'd be able to face him again. Fearing that it was him at the door, you stayed in bed until there was another knock.

You sighed deeply and stood from your bed dressed in only a long nightshirt and some undergarments. You walked down the stairs and through the hallway that lead to the front door, the cold floor hitting your feet.

"Who is it?" Your voice was a little shaky, and somewhat gruff from just waking up.

"It's me, I was just stopping by to see if you were ok, and to see if we could talk" Tighnari spoke through the door. You grasped the handle and cracked the door just slightly. Enough to see his face. He looked kinda sad but also relieved to see that you were ok.

"Alright, just give me a moment, I'm not decent." You almost whispered the last part, but given the small flick of his ears, you knew he heard it.

He gave you a soft smile, "no rush, take your time."

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Sitting at the table across from one another, you didn't know what to say. It felt awkward for you both like you both had something you wanted to say but just couldn't find the words.

"I'm sorr-" "about th-"

You both interrupted each other.

"sorry you go ahead"

You both spoke at the same time again, this time making you giggle. You couldn't help but notice how his tail swished and his face flushed at that, a smile of his own creeping on his face.

"You can go first y/n." He said patiently. You really were head over heels for this plant nerd.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what you saw the other day. it's just- I let my imagination get the best of me, and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in any way. I- I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore-" Your tone was so quiet and timid. he could sense the feeling of regret in your words.

Truth be told, he didn't want you to regret your actions, in fact,

he wanted you to do them again. 

He stood up from his chair and walked over to you cautiously. Your eyes filled with curiosity and confusion only spurred him more.

"Is that what this was about?" He walked over to you and grabbed your chin. He wasn't sure what got into him but he knew he hated the thought that you regretted what you'd done.

He wanted you to know that he'd wanted to see you like that for a while. Naked and at his mercy. He just never had the chance. Your eyes opened wider when he got closer to your face.

You nodded feeling his breath fanning over your lips, looking at his own. he glanced down to meet your lips before leaning in and chastely connecting them.

It was quick and hesitant but you felt like you were on fire. Your breathing was heavy and your heart was out of control.

He seem to take notice of this and went to lean back up, but you threw caution to the wind and grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him back in. Your lips met one more time in a much deeper kiss. Your hands still wrapped around his cheeks, your thumbs massaging under his eyes softly.

The kiss was meant to be innocent, simply an experience out of adrenaline. But the next thing you knew he had pulled you to your feet and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You felt him lick your bottom lip before taking it into his mouth and biting hard. You gasped just enough for him to slip his tongue between your lips, giving him the chance to explore.

You broke away to catch your breath looking at him. He smiled at you with a tint of mischief in his eyes. "Show me," he uttered while smirking.

"Show you what?" You had a feeling you knew what he was meaning but you wanted to make sure before you embarrassed yourself. He took your hand and led you up the stairs behind him.

"I want you to touch yourself for me."

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You closed the door to your bedroom. He pulled a chair to the end of the bed and sat down. He signaled for you on the bed pulling you to stand in front of him. You looked at him with doe eyes as he licked his lips subtly. He looped his hands onto your pants and undergarments pulling them down for you.

Tighnari kissed your hands before pushing you back against the bed. You sat on the edge, resting one leg on the side of the chair, the other off to the side. Your face was red, embarrassed at what was happening.

"Show me how to do it baby" He ordered. You felt yourself growing wetter by the moment. You reached a hand down and palmed your clothed clit, The stimulation being almost intoxicating. You started running your index and middle finger down and up your dripping folds keeping your eyes trained on the raven-haired man in front of you.

It didn't take long before you were needing more feeling than ever.

"Go ahead, tell me what you were imagining me doing to that slutty body of yours, little flower~"

You tightened your thighs a little and clenched around nothing. You shook your head. How were you supposed to explain what you were imagining without freaking him out?

He chuckled darkly before spreading your thighs. He grabbed your hands off of your cunt and held them together resting on your stomach before leaning forward.

His hot breath felt heavenly against your saturated pussy. you bucked your hips hoping for some sensation of contact, but you were met with nothing but his hot breath. You kept bucking your hips whining for some kind of contact.

"You know, when we were finishing our research the other day, I couldn't get the thought of you bent over the table while I fucked into you out of my head." He inched closer to your sex, and now you could gently feel his tongue softly caress your clit once before he nuzzled his nose against it just as softly. He spoke again his voice whining and high-pitched. " You just smelt so good~ There wasn't any way for me to concentrate. You just smell...so....good~"

The moan you let out was pornographic and pathetic. Your thighs were as spread apart as your hips would allow, you were barely ten minutes in and he already had you so desperate for his touch.

You threw your head back when his tongue once again pressed your lips before removing just as quickly. He blew on your clit relishing in the way you were thrashing for him to eat you out. "Are you gonna tell me now?~ I might be inclined to give you a reward for your cooperation, little flower."

"You- I, I was imagining you... ah-" You were cut off as he delved his tongue up and down your pussy with a grunt. He paused to wait for you to continue, locking eyes with you. He watched you, his eyes dangerous and lustful. You let out a shaky breath understanding that you were fully under his control now. "You were...ngh.. holding me down by my- my wrists and- fingering me... while telling me how good I was for you-"

He moaned into your cunt as you told him what you fantasized about. He let go of your hands and grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer against his face until you were sure he'd suffocate. you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against you and bucked your hips riding his face reverently.

"Please 'Nari, I'm so- close please..." You whined pulling his hair a little bit. He chuckled against your cunt and pulled away leaving you whining and trying to pull him back. He simply took your hand and put it to your side. He stood up towering over you and leaning to meet your level. He kissed you slowly and tenderly as he grabbed both of your hands pinning them on either side of your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer, causing him to grind against you needily. He took your hands and held them with one above you much like how you imagined. Your stomach did flips realizing that this was happening.

His other hand gently glided down your sides and over your hips, finally landing just over your pussy, barely brushing over it. You whimpered against his lips.

"Just like that, good girl. You're being such a good little slut for me." He cooed you. His lips left your mouth and traveled down your face to your throat. "Mine, mine, mine" he chanted between harsh bites that you knew would leave marks by morning.

His hand between your thighs soon dipped into your entrance. They started slow. Gently pressing and stretching your walls as tighnari kissed and sucked on your neck, effectively marking you. Gradually his finger thrusts become stronger and stronger until he was thoroughly finger fucking the brains out of you.

You felt yourself nearing your climax yet again, only to have it ripped away as he released his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth tasting you yet again.

"The only thing your gonna cum on is my cock. Am I clear?" His tone was demanding and velvety. You nodded eagerly, absolutely desperate for release. "Good, cuz I think you're ready for me."

He undid his belt buckle, pulling his erect cock from his clothing and discarding the rest. He pulled the shirt off your body in one swift movement. He pushed you further up the bed and climbed over you. Your eyes slowly trailed downwards but snapped back up incredibly embarrassed.

He placed a hand on your chin and forced you to look at him, instead of off to the side as it was. "Go ahead, you can look. I know you're curious." Your face was impossibly heated now. You took a shaky breath and started to look down. You felt your eyelids flutter slightly at the sheer glimpse. Archons, he was perfect.

"Please...please just fuck mee~"

He took the invitation, swiftly lining his cock at your entrance, moving it up and down a few times to gather slick. the teasing motion made you squirm in your spot, to which he replied by grabbing your hips and thrusting into you. Slowly at first so as not to hurt you.

Inch by agonizing inch he gripped your thighs and filled your aching hole with his cock. "Want me to breed you that bad huh? my little slut wants me to fill her up with my fucking cum that badly?"

His words made you clench around him earning a hiss. He slapped your thigh gently to warn you to not do that again. But you blatantly disobeyed.

You ground your hips while fluttering your walls, making him moan loudly. His grip on your hips getting tighter, he growled and began thrusting his dick in you haphazardly.

"Your my bitch. my little bitch in heat. you're taking me so well little flower. so tight... I'm gonna fill you so full. gonna fill you with babies. gonna make you a mommy." He moaned into your ear.

"I'm gonna cum-" You whimpered, pulling him all the way against you.

"Cum for me baby."

And just as commanded, you came loud and hard. Trembling in his grasp. You felt your heart rate pound against his as you rode out each other's orgasms.

He rested his head against your chest, smiling and panting hard. His hands fell to either side of you in a hug. You were both exhausted. You pet his ears while gazing into earthly his eyes.

"Hey y/n?" he started. "I think I love you."

[an-autistic-dweeb]

Angor headcanon.

WARNING⚠️: Just a bit of angst

Angor doesn’t like being touched that much. That being said, he’s extremely touch-starved.

He especially doesn’t like his face being touched, because Morgana always did that and we all know how that went. He also hasn’t had any casual and/or loving physical contact in centuries, so his body immediately perceives such contact as a threat based on instinct.

But if you’re his lover and he’s assured and comfortable with you enough, he’ll give affection a little more physically. Just a little.

He’ll hold your hand, play with your hair occasionally, etc. If he’s really tired he’ll hold you close, almost as if he’s keeping you safe from everything around the two of you.

The way he sees it, you are the one good thing he’s had in a long time. He’s not going to lose that so easily.

[whysoblue2]

Chapter 19: Thing of Consequence

Did you think Narinder would not shoot back after the beating he took? Mh kitty's claws are sharp and he is unforgiving. What damage could he do against his new target? Thanks for following the story so far! Happy (not so much dear me the angst) reading 💙 PS: Despite breaking my keyboard and literally glueing a new key onto it to fix the space bar, I managed to get the chapter sorted! YAY

[kytrisz]

Why not me? | Matt Smith

| pairing. matt smith x reader   requested by. @shuichiakainx

You're currently in the pub with Matt's castmate, celebrating the success of the House of the Dragon premiere. You are there as his plus one, and also because he said he needed you there. He needed the support of his best friend.

Friend…

That’s what you are, a friend, and always be a friend.

Sitting at the bar station, you stir the beer bottle you are holding while watching everyone around you, more like you're watching him. You study the way he talks animatedly, his expressions, and everything else. And seeing him beam like there was no tomorrow for what he had accomplished today induces a tiny smile on your face. 

As you continued to gaze longingly at him, you didn't notice a figure make its way beside you until it uttered something that caught you off guard.

"How long have you been in love with him?" 

Like a deer caught in the headlights, you whirled around to see who the person was. And it's none other than Emma, Matt's co-star in the show. You tried to school your face as neutral as possible.

"...what do you mean?" you carefully ask, squinting your eyes at her.

"I know that look dear, you don't have to deny it," Emma giggled, waving her hand to the bartender to ask for a drink, who obediently do it. Grabbing the glass, she leans on the counter with her elbows before returning her gaze to you.

"You love him?" Emma asked rhetorically as she drank the shot glass.

You looked at her for a moment before turning away, muttering, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Emma let out a short laugh, appearing amused at you, then her eyes softened as she noticed you staring at him wistfully again. "A piece of advice, my dear," she beckoned you, drawing your attention and fixing your gaze on her.

"Sometimes...knowing the answer, even if it hurts, is better than regret," Emma murmured, giving you a small smile, before turning and striding her way to other casts, leaving you with your thought to think about what she said.

You let out a weak smile before returning your attention to him. You know it's true, regarding what she said. You tried to confess so many times to him to the point you can't even recall how many now. But every time you tried to tell him, fear always held you back. You don't fear him not loving you back, you fear that everything will change. You know the moment you confess to him your relationship will never be the same again.

You will never be this close again... 

You know he doesn't love you like that. And his past relationships are proof of that. Where you always watch his back while he's looking at her as if she's the most precious thing he ever got.

Thinking about it, you raise your bottle again to drink, forcing all the pain away with the bitter taste of the beer. While sipping, you noticed Matt staring at you. Locking your eyes at his chocolate ones, he gives you his famous charming smile that makes you swoon always. Then he raises his hand, signaling for you to come.

You smile at him as you place the empty beer on the countertop, then take out your wallet to get some cash and leave it there.

Even though you're practically intoxicated and already swaying and dizzy, you try your hardest to get to him without colliding with anyone else. After all, you do want to make a scene.

And when you're already feet away from him. There you saw him, smiling at another girl whose arms wrapped into his shoulder. Stopping you from your feet. 

You keep staring at them as your heart begins to slowly break open on the inside. But what truly crush it is when you saw Matt look at her the way he always at look at his partners before,

with adoration…

You drew a deep breath and slowly backed away from them with your gaze still fixed on them... Then without a second, you spun away from them and hastily made your way to the exit.

As you pushed the door open, you swiftly exited the pub, your lungs heaving and tears welling up in your eyes.  You don't even know why you're crying. You always see him with other girls so what changed, why it hurts? Is it due to alcohol? Many questions arise in your mind, yet none are answered.

With a ragged sob and pent-up tears flowing down your face, you let out a strangled howl. And it only worsened when a thunderstorm appeared and began to pour heavily, leaving you drenched from head to toe. 

"Fuck!" you hoarsely exclaimed as you continued down the road, leaving no care whether you get wet or sick. You just need to get away. You just need to numb the pain, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuc-" 

"y/n!" you heard a voice call, stopping you in your tracks, and as you turned around, you saw him, the catalyst of your pain, Matt with an umbrella over his head, making his way inside you.

You immediately spun around and continue your way down the street, ignoring his call. You can't face right. You can't. You fucking can'-

"y/n, please, you'll get sick!" Matt pleaded.

You heard a frustrated groan from your back as a sequence of splashes of water became louder.

And before you can turn around to inspect it, a hand in your arm spun you around in a flash stopping you and startling you at the same time. Making you face Matt whose face is painted with frustration and scowl. 

"What the fuck are you thinking, y/n? You'll get sick from what you're doing!" Matt growled, tightening his grip on your arm as you struggled to yank it off.

As you locked your gaze into his, you saw fury flash into his eyes, but it quickly softened as he saw your face drenched in tears, snot, and rain, and as he heard you groan from the grip, he immediately released it, as if afraid of hurting you further.

'The irony,' you thought to yourself.

Matt then raised the umbrella above you and took a deep breath before asking softly, "...what's wrong?"

You both looked at one other for a long time. With him looking at you for an answer, while you... You're thinking. thinking about whether you'll admit it now, what's causing this, why you're crying, your agony, your feelings... 

But just always, you only mutter "nothing" leaving him in his umbrella without saying a word further and making your way to the station.

Dumbfounded, Matt look at your leaving figure. Hurt, confused, angry, he doesn't know anymore, but all he knows is that you're hurting…  He does not want to see you in pain. So, without a second thought, he pushed all his feelings aside and pursued you relentlessly. All he wants is for you to no longer be in pain.

"y/n!" you heard him call you repeatedly, and as usual, you ignored them, focused on getting away from here, getting away from him because you felt your grip is already loosening... 

But something stops you when you hear Matt angrily yell near you, "Why the fuck are you acting this way?!" 

"Leave it be, Matt."

"What the fuck is the problem?!" 

"I said to drop it—"

"Jesus Christ! Just give me a fucking answer-"

You felt something inside you snap, maybe because of the alcohol, as you turn around to him and look at his face "Do you really want an answer?!" cause Matt to stop in front of you.

"It's because I'm jealous! I'm fucking jealous, Matt!" 

Glaring at him with all hatred, "I'm jealous 'cause I love you. I fucking love you! Are you happy now?!" slapping him in his chest, letting out an anguished cry.

"Matt... Matt, why is it so easy for you to notice everyone but me? I'm right in front of you but you never saw me even once." you hoarsely said, closing your eyes you let out another sound strangle wails of pain that came in sync with the sound of thunder and rain pouring harder "Why is it so easy for you to love anyone but me...? Why can't it just be me Matt? Why not me?!"

You fucking said it, you fucking said it... Then there was a long pause. A rough chuckle let out from you when you heard nothing coming from him, only the continuous thundering and rain hitting the ground. This is it, everything changes now, everything is over... All will become strangers and nothing more. 

You spin around and rush away without even bothering to look at him. That's what you're always good at, running from everything, especially him.

As you keep on running further you didn't hear a thump of an umbrella thrown into the ground, and shoes splatting on the wet ground

And everything becomes too fast, as you felt a hand on your shoulder forcefully spinning you around, then two hands cupping your cheeks, and without even realizing lips landed on yours. The kiss was hard, ugly, and imperfect as filled with anger, pain, anguish, frustration... But even so, it's beautiful. The kiss is imperfectly beautiful.

As both of you felt having no breath left, you felt Matt reluctantly pull away from you, almost as if he didn't want to. And both your eyes lock, and you noticed a range of emotions lingering in his eyes. It spun with love, joy, fulfillment, and longing. You've never seen such emotion in his eyes before, and now it's staring right at you, causing you to feel overwhelmed.

And then he let out the three words that destroy all your expectations 

"I love you," Matt whispered to you longingly, staring at your eyes, your nose, your face, studying you as if this is your last "I love you very very much y/n, and I'm sorry for everything," 

As he continues saying his sorry to you let out a heavy sob from his confession, you feel so happy, you never once thought he would even feel the same. 

As you let out a chuckle you grab his right hand with both of your hands, making him pause from what he is saying and solely focus on you. Caressing it, you raise the back of his hand into your lips planting a longing kiss before returning his gaze to yours.

"Let's start a new," you muttered to him, smiling.

Looking at you dazed and stunned, all he did was nod and let out a happy grin.

A fresh start, a fresh start from everything else, and a new chapter in life. And this time, you'll be in the same chapter. Nobody but the two of you. 

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝔈𝔵-𝔈𝔵 ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦

I guess you could call this an Epilogue of sorts lol

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CW: Slight angst, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, insecurity, soft Katsuki, mentioned pregnancy, non-graphic mention of a breakdown, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to past abuse, being recorded in public without their knowledge, random fans thirsting for DILF!Katsuki

((A little side note; Bakugou’s Hero name will always be Ground Zero to me, I’m sorry- I just- It’s so much better than Dynamight imo (´༎ຶོ^༎ຶོ`) ))

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Katsuki was amazingly happy with his little family. Civilians don’t realize it as he kept his scowling persona but anyone who knows him could see that he’s the happiest he’s ever been. Happier than when he rapidly climbed the ranks even within his early years of being a pro, climbing faster than nearly anyone had before. Happier than when he and Kiri, the Ground Riot Duo, were named Number 1 Heroes(even if they were overtaken by Deku just 5 months later).

With his wife and his stepdaughter, though he never called her as such, from the moment he remarried Y/n he simply called her his daughter. He had wanted to call her that beforehand but he was unsure if it would be received well. To him, it doesn’t matter that she isn’t his flesh and blood, Yumi is still his little girl.

He was completely and utterly happy. He didn’t think it could get any better than this. He had his wonderful wife back and they had a precious little daughter. Life was perfect. Even with the less desirable parts. Like when Yumi got her quirk and it was the same one as her biological father. Of that bastard. Y/n almost had a breakdown when she first saw it, thinking that he was back. But Katsuki helped her through it, he calmed her down and he made sure she was okay before he went to comfort his daughter.

She had seen her mother’s reaction and thought she had done something wrong. She knew what her Bio Father had done to her and she knew that she had gotten his quirk. The poor girl was worried that her mommy wouldn’t love her anymore for it. Katsuki was quick to squash those worries and comfort her and lightly explain, in a way that a little girl would understand, that Mommy was simply surprised and got a little bit scared and confused. Mommy would never stop loving her. He was even quicker to reassure her that he would never, never stop loving her, not ever, when she had expressed her worry that he’d be mad that she had someone else’s quirk.

Even with the lows, there came wonderful, spectacular highs. The days they’d share as a family and the days Katsuki would bring her to work with him and all her uncles and her auntie would dote over her and spoil her rotten. How she had all of them wrapped around her little finger(and she knew it). How she was so incredibly happy to have such a wonderful family to love her and back her up and gang up on Katsuki.

Then, Y/n got pregnant. She got pregnant with his baby. She got pregnant with a little combination of both of them. He was ecstatic. Both because he would get to have a perfect baby with the love of his life and because he would get to experience what he had missed out on with Yumi. Changing her diapers, staying awake for days on end to take care of her when she woke up at ungodly hours of the night, her first words, her first steps, being there for Y/n’s pregnancy.

Though, while he and Y/n were so incredibly happy and excited, Yumi seemed to be pulling away. So one day, while Y/n is having her monthly lunch date with his mother which he had heard would be spent taking her shopping for the baby things he knows nothing about, he decided to take Yumi out for a daddy-daughter day.

“Hey, Princess, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” He asks when they sit down for Boba.

“Nothing..” She refuses to meet his eye, knowing he could read her like an open book.

“Fire Cracker,” the nickname he had given her when she first started living with him melts her resolve, just enough, “you know you can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Are you… Are you still gonna love me?” She asks quietly as she stirs her drink as a distraction from her dad.

“What? Yumi, what are you talking about? I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll always love you, Fire Cracker.”

“But… Now you’re gonna have a real kid.. So.. You won’t need me anymore…” She sniffles, quickly wiping her forming tears. Katsuki’s heart nearly breaks at his little girl’s worries and he rushes out of his chair to kneel in front of her.

“Oh, princess. I will never ever ever stop loving you, you hear? Just because we’re not related by blood doesn’t mean you’re any less my daughter. Yea, this baby is biologically mine, but they’re my second real kid because you are my real kid. You’re here, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He smirks lightly and reaches out to poke at her tummy, poke at her sides, squirm his fingers there and at the side of her neck, making her wiggle and squirm with squeals and giggles. A bright smile appears on his face at his little girl’s giggles and smiles. “You seem pretty real to me.” He smiles softly at her.

“You’ll always be my daughter, Yumi. It doesn’t matter if I have 1 biological kid or 1,000. You’re my first kid, my daughter.” He smiles at her and she shoots forward to cling to him in a hug. He picks her up and holds her in one hand and grabbed their drinks with the other masterfully and left the shop to head home.

What he didn’t expect when he got home, after stopping to get Yumi ice cream, was to find his wife in tears. Immediately he panicked and set Yumi down to rush to her side, the 6-year-old hurriedly trailing after him.

“Baby?! What happened?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?!” He crouched down to hold her hand as he looked up at her worriedly. What he was also not expecting was her to look at him with a wobbly smile.

“I love you so much, Bakugou Katsuki. You are the best father and husband I could ever hope to ask for.” She grinned at him as she sniffled, reaching forward to stroke his cheek as she wrapped her arm around her daughter who saddled up next to her and hugged her the way her mommy always does whenever she’s sad.

“Baby..?”He trails off, confused. Rather than answering, she holds her phone towards him with the video queued up that she had been watching on repeat from the moment it popped up. He slowly takes the phone and pressed play, immediately seeing himself sitting across from Yumi in the little shop they had been in not even an hour ago.

The video didn’t pick up what Yumi had said as Katsuki’s face shifted from worry to near anguish before he scrambled out of his seat. His voice was somewhat quiet but his speech could definitely be heard. He heard his own voice reassuring his daughter that he would love her always and that she would always be his daughter. Then, the volume picked up with her giggles and squeals when he tickled her and he heard a whispered ‘Awww’ from the person filming and someone next to them saying ‘That is the sweetest thing I have ever seen’. Then, he picked Yumi up and masterfully carried both drinks with one hand and began to take her home.

‘Oh my god, that was Ground Zero! And oh, that was the sweetest thing ever, he is such a good dad.’ The person filming cooed after he left, aiming their camera at the person with them but not showing their whole face.

‘Right? Ugh, he’s hot, he’s a good husband and a great dad?! Can he get any more perfect?’ They said before the camera person chuckled and hummed with agreement before the video cut off.

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Heyo, Lovelies! I want to start posting more of my writing on here so I hope you enjoy them! I’m also on AO3 if you want to check that out!

Hope you enjoy, and of course,

Until then, my lovelies! ♡

[queen-of-stoneharts]

Done💙💚

[berenwrites]

See Me - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G| cw: none | tags: past trauma

Prompt: Love is being seen and known (@acasualcrossfade)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonthh day 5. A short one today because Monday is my busiest day of the week since I have to get my YouTube vids written and recorded for the next 7 days. Loving all the prompts though, so didn’t want to skip.

(Also on AO3 ) | ( All My Stranger Things Fanfic)

See Me: In the Silence

When Steve opened his door to find Eddie standing there, soaking wet and shivering in nothing more than pyjamas, he didn’t need to ask. Taking Eddie’s hand, he gently pulled him inside, shutting and very obviously locking the door behind them.

He knew that look on Eddie’s face all too well. What his boyfriend needed right then was not words but actions. Eddie came to him at times like these because he could always see what Eddie needed, knew what would help. Dealing with the trauma that came back to bite them even though the danger was over, was never easy.

Steve started up the stairs, leading Eddie by the hand further into his quiet, empty house, into his bedroom, and on into his ensuite bathroom. He started the shower with one hand, making sure it was warm as he kept hold of Eddie’s hand with the other. Once it was up to temperature he turned and, as gently as he knew how, began to get Eddie out of his wet clothes.

Eddie just looked at him, brown eyes big and round. Every now and then, Steve paused so he could gaze directly at his boyfriend, making sure Eddie knew he was right there with him. Once Eddie’s sodden things were in a pile on the floor, Steve shrugged off his own sleep clothes and carefully guided Eddie under the warm spray, climbing in will him.

“I’ve got you,” he said, finally speaking as he cupped the side of Eddie’s face with his palm.

“I know,” Eddie replied in a whisper, before relaxing against him, head on his shoulder.

That was all Steve needed to hear. Eddie would probably start talking properly in a little while, but until then he knew Eddie needed to be seen and loved and understood.

When Eddie was ready, he would fill the silence.

( All My Stranger Things Fanfic)

[legendaryblueoranges]

Sometimes You Don't Want to Know

Well, the truth has been thrust upon Fit now... I wonder what he's gonna do about it?

Thank you to the people who read all the way through the comics when they found them... and the people who have re-blogged. I am amazed how far this comic has gotten and I hope everyone reading also continues reading!

Maybe I'll eventually have some 'Legendary' fans... but for now... It's Tuburucho time.

Also more Fred+Tuburucho lore incoming.... hehehe (I eat angst for breakfast)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 (THE END)

Transcript:

Fit: Does anyone else feel like we're being watched?

Fit: GOTCHA-! I knew someone-

Fit: was...

Fit thoughts: Tubbo?

Tuburucho: Good morning, what are you doing?

Fit: H-Hello... uh... Is it Cucrucho?

Tubbo: No. No.

Fit: Then... Tubbo...?

Tuburucho: *NERVOUS LAUGH- HAHAHA

Fit: Oh, your name is Tuburucho?

Tuburucho: Yes!

Fit: Are you a new Cucurucho or something?

Tuburucho: Maybe.

Fit: Why are you wearing that shirt?

Tuburucho: It's Mine.

Fit: What was I expecting?... Well, why are you here? Are you going to ask me questions like Fred, or...?

Tuburucho: No. No.

Fit: Then were you just walking around?

Tuburucho: Just checking in.

Fit: Oh alright.

Fit thoughts: Was he even following me? Does he remember me?

Fit: Well... nice meeting you... Tuburucho... I have to go now.

Tuburucho: I hope you enjoy the island.

Tuburucho thoughts: He's so familiar.... Why? WHY? I can't remember...

[puxpy]

It's time to come home..

[sodacrackpop]

I FOUND A TWO NEW IBIS BRUSHES RAHHH LITTLE EXPERIMENT

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Potatoes Were Never That Good Anyways

Summary:

Tommy cried a little more, burying his face in Techno’s shoulder, so Techno tightened his hold just a tad more. He kept his breathing even, so that Tommy could mimic it to the best of his ability when he was done crying, or even to work through the tears. The voices were cooing over Tommy, though there was an apparent effort for them to stay quiet. Techno closed his eyes, resting his chin on Tommy’s head, and began to carefully rock them… once he was no longer leaning against the cabinet’s at least. Tommy laughed briefly when Techno knocked into the handle of one of the doors. But Tommy wasn’t done crying, and that had overtaken him again immediately afterwards.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of the green man, hurt comfort

Let me know if you feel I missed something!

Characters: Technoblade, TommyInnit

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,267

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Techno had absolutely no clue what had caused Tommy to start panicking. They had been talking quietly about different foods they liked while Techno was preparing something for them to eat; Tommy was much too thin in Techno’s opinion, and he was making sure that Tommy ate at least three times a day.

Techno refused to answer any of Tommy’s questions on the ‘how’ and ‘why’ snacks kept appearing in his room.

But then Techno either said something, or maybe it was his movements, but he turned towards Tommy, a potato in hand as he uttered something about possible gardening ideas, since Tommy had once asked about learning how to garden.

He’d heard a strangled yelp from Tommy, and the next thing Techno knew, Tommy had fallen from the chair, moving away from Techno like Techno was a threat, or would hurt him. Techno was frozen in shock, watching Tommy curl up in the corner, arms coming up to cover his face.

Techno knew the position well, had probably been in that position at least a hundred times, maybe more… Tommy was protecting all of his vital organs and the places that were weakest.

“Tommy?” Tommy cried out a little, curling up even tighter in the fetal position. “Theseus?” Techno turned, setting everything in his hands down as he didn’t know what had triggered the panic attack, before turning back towards Tommy and crouching down. Techno paused for a moment before deciding to just sit on the ground.

“Theseus,” Techno called out again, keeping his voice even. He took a deep breath, mind running over different calming techniques. “Theseus, can you hear me?” Techno asked, and when there was no response, Techno started humming.

When he was little, his mom would hum this one song nearly constantly. It helped block out the voices that had scared him so much as a child. Techno didn’t, or couldn’t, remember the song that she loved, but he remembered the melody enough to hum it himself.

It helped on nights when life felt like too much or the voices felt too loud. He hoped that it helped Tommy to some degree. Even if it only helped Tommy just barely break out of the panic, Techno could cover the rest from there.

“Techie?” Tommy’s voice sounded weak and scratchy, but it was a massive improvement from the silence. Even Techno’s voices had been silent, or as silent as they could handle. A surprising 45 minutes, though it was also concerning.

“Yeah Theseus?” Techno asked, his voice quiet as he stopped humming. He was relieved to hear that most of Tommy’s breathing had fallen into a semi regular pattern, though he still seemed so skittish and scared.

“I don’t like potatoes.” Tommy uttered, his arms coming down from where they were covering his face, and instead wrapping around his midsection.

“Can I ask why?” Techno asked, keeping his voice even. Tommy frowned, and Techno almost took back his question when he saw how distant Tommy’s eyes looked. But Tommy also seemed at least aware.

“Dr-He would hurt me with them.” Tommy was talking about his older brother. Techno swallowed as he made sure that his face didn’t show what he thought about that particular thought. The knowledge that he had hurt Tommy made Techno feel sick to his stomach. Techno wondered if he himself had ever hurt Tommy, by ignoring the signs that seemed so obvious when Techno looked back but had seemed fine and normal while it happened in real time.

“No more potatoes.” Techno nodded, he could handle not having potatoes, especially not all the time. Tommy was more important than one of Techno’s favorite foods. Tommy looked up quickly, eyes wide and mouth partially parted, he was shocked by Techno’s words.

“Wha-But they’re your favorite!” Tommy exclaimed, eyes wide. Techno could see the start of another panic attack, or at the very least Tommy was panicking just a little.

“You are more important than my favorite food, Theseus.” Techno responded, shrugging. “Potatoes were never that good, anyways.” Tommy… Tommy started crying then, and Techno didn't know what to do. His eyes widened, and Techno tried to think of something to say, but-

“Can I have a hug?” Tommy asked, hands coming up to wipe furiously at the falling tears.

“Always.” Techno moved as if to move closer, but there was no need. Tommy had been much quicker than Techno, and had just about teleported to get to Techno’s side. Techno huffed a breath of laughter, though he smothered it because this wasn’t something to laugh about.

He held Tommy in a hug, and it took seconds before he was humming again.

Tommy cried a little more, burying his face in Techno’s shoulder, so Techno tightened his hold just a tad more. He kept his breathing even, so that Tommy could mimic it to the best of his ability when he was done crying, or even to work through the tears.

The voices were cooing over Tommy, though there was an apparent effort for them to stay quiet. Techno closed his eyes, resting his chin on Tommy’s head, and began to carefully rock them… once he was no longer leaning against the cabinet’s at least.

Tommy laughed briefly when Techno knocked into the handle of one of the doors. But Tommy wasn’t done crying, and that had overtaken him again immediately afterwards.

“I don’t like the color green, either.” Tommy uttered a little while later. By now, Techno was certain that it was too late to have lunch, and he might as well start working on dinner. But Tommy had yet to make a move to move. The only reason Techno had been sure Tommy was still awake, before he spoke, was because Tommy occasionally sniffled, his breath occasionally stuttering, and because his grip around Techno’s arm occasionally changed.

“Want to repaint your room?” Techno asked, knowing that Tommy’s room was currently a middle shade of green.

“Yeah…” Tommy nodded against Techno’s arm.

“What color?” Techno asked, tilting his head as he leaned back against the cabinets, taking a deeper breath before returning it to a steady pattern. Tommy mimicked him, and Techno wondered if that was on purpose or not.

“Can… Can we do a pattern? Red and white?”

“What kind of pattern?”

“... Hexagons. With occasional bubbles of… of other colors. I… Tubbo wears a lot of dark green, and Ranboo loves purple, and-well, Purpled liked blue…”

“We can do whatever you want to do. Might have to do some research first.” Techno mused, tilting his head to the side.

“Okay…” Tommy sighed, sounding tired. Techno didn’t blame him, crying takes a lot of energy. He was probably thirsty too.

“Come on, let’s get off this floor. Couch is probably more comfortable anyways, get you some water.” Techno uttered after a couple minutes. Tommy made a noise of discontent. Techno wondered if Tommy wasn’t going to move, but then Tommy shifted, releasing Techno’s arm. Techno let go, watching as Tommy stretched, his back cracking loudly, and sighing as he slumped forwards lightly. “There’s a weighted blanket on the couch if you want to take a small nap?”

“Okay…” Tommy nodded, turning and giving Techno a small smile. “Thank you, Techno.”

“Of course, Theseus.” Techno smiled, reaching forward and ruffling Tommy’s hair. Tommy made a face as he got up, already moving towards the living room. Techno would bring him a glass of water in a few minutes, but first, he had some unprepared food to throw out, and a new favorite food to find.

Maybe he could try carrots.

[snakeskins-world]

Picture Perfect...?

The Madrigals were all doing their own things today.

It had been 3 months since the Casita crashed, and the rebuild. They had all become closer than ever! Feeling like they've truly reunited properly.

Of course, they still had secrets...

Dolores, was sat in the main room, next to Mariano. Dolores was listening with excitement as Mariano spoke, his voice like music to her ears.

Camilo, was with Antonio, upstairs. They were running do the halls, Antonio was riding his Jaguar, parce, as Camilo tried to keep up.

Isabela was sat on her vine swing, decorated with new plants. She was tripping up Camilo every now an again by growing random plants.

Luisa was relaxing in a hammock, a drink in hand, her donkey-unicorn stuffie in the hammock next to her. Both laying in the sun.

Pepa was stood with Felix, both were charring by the bottom of the stairs, their conversation going unheard by the other Madrigals,

but it was clearly happy and loving, since Pepa's cheek were practically painted pink, and the sun was shining above the town, and Felix was sporting his loving, flirtatious smile at his wife, speaking to her in Spanish.

Bruno was sat in his bedroom, redecorating.

Julieta was sat outside with Agustìn, both enjoying the nice weather.

Alma was sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she read a book, a romance. But she wouldn't admit that.

And Mirabel was setting the plates for dinner.

"Mirabel, dinner isn't for a few hours yet?" Alma says, her head tilting up, her eyes going from her book to her granddaughter who had just finished setting the plates.

"Well, I like getting ready early, this way we don't spend time putting the plates out during dinner." Mirabel explains.

"And we repaired Tio Bruno's old plate! We wanna surprise him at dinner!" Mirabel smiles excitedly, her usual cheerfulness, radiating from her like light did from the sun.

"He'll love it, Nieta. How about you go play with your cousins? Or sisters?" Alma suggests, but it was more like an order.

"But I need -" Mirabel's excuse was cut short.

"No. No, I won't hear any of that, go enjoy the nice day -"

The sound of glass shattering filled the house, everyone jumped.

Pepa picked up thr photo, it was of Antonio's ceremony.

"Camilo! Antonio! You both need to be careful!" Pepa scolded her younger children, a cloud growing over her head.

"Mi Vida, look." Felix whispers, taking the picture, showing his wife. "Where's Mirabel? She isn't in the photograph."

At this, the entire family started to crowd around, peering at the picture.

"Mirabel?" Antonio asks, looking up, the entire family copied. They looked at Mirabel, who was stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hands clasped infront of her, a nervous look on her face, as if she had done something wrong.

"Mirabel, why aren't you in the picture?" Pepa asks, her voice carried confusion and a hint of sadness.

Mirabel looked away, her fingers interlaced before her hands moved to her to her side.

"W, well, you all were really excited, a and I wasn't included, I don't have a gift, I guess you all just forgot to include me, but I get why, I mean, you need to have a gift to be a Madrigal!" Mirabel says quickly, her hands moving as she spoke, moving with her voice.

As Mirabel spoke, the look on the Madrigals' faces slowly turned to stunned sadness.

Pepa's clowd turned dark and a light drizzle started to pour down.

"M, mirabel, we forgot you?" *Julieta asked, staring at her daughter. "Why didn't you say? We could've redone it." She says. Walking up to her daughter.

"Well, you were all really happy, a and I didn't wanna be a bother, so I just...stayed quiet." Mirabel says.

"Oh Miraboo." Agustìn says lovingly and sadly, using her nickname only he could say, he hugged his daughter tightly.

"You could never be a bother. You're a part of the familia Madrigal!" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

"This won't do." Alma says firmly, her hands clasped together, the entire family looked up to their Matriarch, waiting for her to continue.

"Next week. We will have a party, for Mirabel's sixteenth birthday." Alma says, then looks directly at Mirabel "And Mirabel, you will be the centre of the photo." Alma says firmly but kindly, showing she genuinely meant her words. "We missed your gift ceremony, and your Quinceara. We will have to fix that."

"You really don't have to!" Mirabel tried to change their minds, but the family was already brainstorming.

"Out! The future birthday girls cannot hear the plan!" Camilo says, ushering Mirabel to the kitchen.

Mirabel chuckled. She knew her family was trying to make up for it all.

Familia Madrigal was healing. And it would take time

But they'd slowly heal the cracks.