#HE IMMEDIATELY GOES FOR THE HUG EXCUSE ME I HAVE TO SOB

[suiana]

(yandere! corpse husband x gn! reader) (slight yan! male best friend too)

"and today, we are gathered to send off the late mr-"

you stand by his coffin, sobbing pathetically as your male best friend pats your back reassuringly. just a few days ago, your husband unfortunately died after you sat on his face. you hadn't wanted to! but how could you say no to him after he begged so cutely?

doctors said he died a pleasurable death, i mean, you could see it from his face when he died. and the fact that he exploded everywhere and it was all over his pants.

but you wish he hadn't died. you really loved him. you did. even if he was... slightly weird.

"he was my everything! now i don't even have his dick anymore! what am i supposed to do?!"

"hey hey... it's alright. let it all out..."

your best friend mutters, rubbing your shoulder as you sob into his chest. his hands run across the fabric of your shirt, tenderly reassuring you. if you pulled away a bit, you'd probably be able to see the way he had a smirk on his face.

"he'd probably want you to move on anyway... be happy with someone else."

"um, excuse me bro? what are you doing telling my spouse to move on?"

all goes quiet as your supposedly dead husband sits up, eyebrows furrowed as he glares directly at your best friend.

"like actually, I'd want them to be stuck on me until the day their physical flesh body dies so we can be together for eternity. we'd intertwine our star dust and merge our ascended souls into one so we'd never be apart again and-"

he rambles slightly, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at your male best friend. you pull away from him immediately, standing still as you face your now... reanimated husband?

"honey? you're alive?"

your husband turns his gaze to you, soulless eyes now full of life as he tries clambering out of his casket. the funeral attendees all scream in horror at the sight, a fiasco taking place as your corpse husband approaches you with slowed movements.

"babe..? oh my love! come here! ah... you should sit on my face again- I don't think i can die again anyway..."

he coos at you, hands trying to grab at you as you make calculated movements to approach him. damn the embalmer did a good job... you're sure you'd be screaming too if there wasn't an embalmer.

"ah... i love you so much... i love you, really. you'd never move on from me right? you love me and only me. don't listen to that asshole over there. I'll fucking haunt your soul if you tried leaving me."

your dead(?) husband mutters, hugging you tightly against his chest. you feel his fingers dig into your skin, gripping you so tightly as though he were trying to tear into your skin.

"o-oi you're holding me too hard-"

"ah, apologies my dear."

he mutters, reluctantly releasing his grip before his hands trail over your frame before landing on your cheeks. you shiver slightly, the cold hands cupping your face before you grimace as he opens his mouth right in your face again.

"i love you so much, let's kiss-"

"ugh, your breath stinks."

"oh... sorry..."

he shoves a mint in his mouth, slowly chewing before choking and collapsing on the ground, unmoving.

...

did you just witness your husband die again?

[ladylooch]

Afterthoughts and Misunderstandings - [Liv X Luca]

A/N: Part 2 of Liv and Luca's angst! ICYMI or need a refresh, part 1 is here.

Word Count: 3.2k

Part 1 | Part 3| Part 4

Although we understand school is a priority, we hope you are taking time to focus seriously on this next project. What you submitted today was nowhere near the quality of the writer that you are. We will chat more next month.

Liv scans over the words again in her parked car. Deep in the innards of her apartment building, embarrassed tears sting her eyes. The words came in an email from her editor. Two weeks ago, she submitted the first quarter of her book and the outline for the remaining pages. It was not well received by anyone on her support team. Their recommendation? Start from scratch. As if Liv hadn’t spent over 200 hours curating the pages she sent in for review.

Deflated doesn’t even begin to describe how she feels. 

Liv received the feedback in the Whole Foods parking lot. She had been gathered groceries and was getting off the phone with Luca as the email came zipping into her inbox. Luca had to run to a flight for the start of his East Coast road trip. It is still six days before he comes to New York to round out his road trip with both teams. Those six days are going to crawl by. Liv is in desperate need of his comforting arms, to feel his heartbeat beneath her cheek so she can forget the failure clutching at her throat.

She feels numb and distraught all at the same time while she rides the elevator up to her floor. The doors open. Liv pauses in the steel doorway, seeing Ryder Hughes slumped against her front door. His back is against it, head resting back toward the ceiling. One leg is curled into a bend with his wrist hanging off his knee. The other leg stretches across the hallway, almost consuming the whole width of the space. 

Liv has not seen Ryder since their almost kiss in this very hallway three days ago. She has been avoiding him. He knows it, so does she. But now he is here and somehow, Liv is expected to have this interaction when she just got dealt the biggest blow of her short writer’s career. 

Ryder hears the ruffle of her bags and turns his face towards her. He pops up immediately, jogging down to grab her bags. 

“I can..” Liv stops because Ryder has already taken all of them from her. “Okay.” She adjusts her keys in her hand, shoving them into the lock and opening her apartment door. Ryder follows behind, then goes to the kitchen to put her bags down. He immediately begins unloading them for her. “Ry.” 

“If I’m being helpful, you can’t kick me out.” He jokes, grinning as he pulls out some Liquid IV. Liv stands in the living room, looking back at him with cautious eyes. “I’m sorry. I was really out of line on Saturday. I can’t even use the alcohol excuse either.” Ryder pauses with a big grapefruit in his hand. He studies her with intense blue eyes. “Are you okay?” 

As is standard anytime someone asks her that, Liv immediately begins to cry. Because no. Nothing about what she is feeling in her body is okay. Her slender fingers come to her eyes. She presses into her black eyelashes to gather her tears, shoulders quivering with her impending sobs. 

“Livy.” Ryder murmurs. His arms wrap around her whole body, hands resting on her back ribs. He pauses, feeling her shake harder. His hands rub up her back. Then he presses his nose into the strands of her brown hair. Liv sighs heavily, which pushes her deeper into his body. She moves her hands from her face, winding them around his back to fully accept his hug.

They stay like that for several minutes. Ryder sways them a few times, rocking to soothe her sobs. Eventually, Liv sniffs, pulling back to wipe at her face. 

“Sorry.” She mumbles with downcast eyes.

“Hey, no need to apologize.” He assures her. His hands slide down to her hips, waiting as she collects herself more. She wipes under her nose with her palm. 

“I’m not having a good day.”

“I’ve gathered.” He responds supportively. “Tell me what’s going on.” Liv sighs, sniffling again. Slowly, she moves her eyes up to his face. His concern is evident, eyebrows pulled low over blue eyes and creases are forming in the corners of his frown.

“I suck at writing.” Surprise fills his face.

“News to me?”

“I do.” Liv slumps her shoulders down, looking away. Ryder squeezes her hips to keep her in place. “I sent in what I have for my second book and they roasted it. They think I should scrap it and start over!” Her voice escalates the longer she talks. “I’ve worked so hard on this, Ry. For them to think it sucks kills me.”

“So tell them you’re not doing that.”

“What?”

“Tell them you’re not scraping it. That you believe in the direction of your work and you’re going to see that through.” 

“It isn’t that simple. They have a say in what I produce.”

“Fuck that, Livy. Your first book was all you. That is what your audience wants to read. Your voice. Not 10 people in a boardroom who have a different vision. Write it your way.” Liv tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, rolling her tongue against it.

“I don’t think I am brave enough to do that.”

“You are. You have already proven that. You are already a published author. That is the bravest thing I have ever seen. Creating and letting people consume it. You’ve got big balls.”

“Big balls?” She laughs, shaking her head. 

“Sorry, it was the quickest analogy that came to me.” He reaches up, smoothing her hair down the sides of her face while cupping her damp cheeks. “You are amazing. Your work matters. I’m really proud of you.”

Awareness of everything hits Liv at once. The smell of his cologne goes up her nose like the other night. His warm palms transfer heat into her cheeks. Their faces tilted inwards to each other. Conflict begins to writhe in Liv’s stomach. The push and pull of what she knows and has with Luca and the curiosity of Ryder. His gaze surveys her face, then with a heavy sigh, he steps back from her completely. Liv stays glued in place. Ryder returns to the counter, unpacking more of her groceries.

“Go change.” He says without looking at her. “I’ll keep doing this.” 

Liv nods, even though he doesn’t see, and walks to her bedroom. There, she pulls on loungewear- a plain t-shirt, her dad’s Swiss hockey sweatshirt along with a pair of Lio’s club team sweatpants he wanted to get rid of when they still lived in their home in Switzerland. The comfort of the familiar, worn cotton blankets her skin. She goes to scrub off her makeup, then presses a cool washcloth to her eyes and cheeks to relieve the redness from crying. 

She returns to the living room, finding Ryder watching TV on her couch. He has taken off his shoes and jacket, tossing them by her entryway bench. There are two cups of tea steeping on the coffee table. He greets her with a small smile. Liv goes to the other side of the couch, curling her feet up next to her butt. The movie on the screen is Barbie starring Margot Robbie. Liv smiles.

“Thought this would inspire you a bit.” He shrugs. He is right, it does. So much so that she decides she isn’t going to tell anyone else about the feedback. Because they’re wrong about what they said. Ryder is right- this is hers. She can create whatever she wants because she has already done this before. This is her creation, her baby, hers to flop or soar with. She will use her gift with words to tell her publishing team to shove it. 

The sunsets over the city. Barbie ends and they ordering big bowls of pasta to share for dinner along with tiramisu and garlic bread. They decide to watch another movie once they are finished eating. Ryder picks this time, some Netflix original that is supposed to be a thrilling and wicked twister.

Partially through the next movie, Ryder’s hand moves over to Liv’s foot. His thumb works deep presses into the arch of her foot then into the big pads below her toes. Finally, Liv surrenders both feet into his lap. He works them over until she is asleep next to him. Ryder finishes the movie, then clicks the TV off. Darkness absorbs Liv’s apartment. The moonlight splices across her cheek, nose, and slightly open mouth. She looks at peace for the first time since he saw her in the hallway. 

Gently, Ryder gathers her into his arms. She curls into him in her sleep, gripping his shirt and nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder. He puts Liv in the center of her unmade bed, another clue at how tumultuous she has been the last few days. She always makes her bed. Liv slides her feet under the covers. Ryder grabs the edge of the comforter, concealing Liv beneath it. Her hand reaches out for his wrist as he rubs her head goodnight.

“Stay.” She murmurs groggily. Ryder hesitates. The room gets so quiet that Liv wonders if he snuck out and she missed it in her sleepy haze. Her blue eyes open, seeing Ryder standing next to her bed, frozen with indecision. 

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” She sighs, flipping open the other side of the comforter. Ryder cautiously walks over to her dresser. He grabs a pair of sweatpants of hers that he knows he fits into because they used to be her brother’s. He changes fast, then maneuvers under the covers. Liv stays curled on her right side, but reaches her hand back. Ryder laces their fingers together. Quickly, Liv’s hand goes limp in his signaling she is asleep. 

Ryder is up for hours, watching and listening to her breathe next to him. He is just falling asleep when Liv rolls over in her slumber. She finds the warmth of his side, curling into him and sighing. Her hand comes to his stomach, anchoring there with a light grip, right above his belly button. 

He looks over at her. Dark brown hair splays across her pillow. Her breathing is light, lips perfectly plumped, and he becomes aware of exactly how fucked he is.

Because he is in love with Luca Fiala’s girlfriend.

And there is no way in hell she loves him back.

- - - 

The following morning, Ryder and Liv awaken around the same time because of trucks honking outside her bedroom window. Liv opens one eye first, taking in the sleepy hockey player as he wiggles himself awake. 

“Mmm, hi.” He mumbles, putting his nose on her bicep and sighing. “Don’t wanna get up.”

“Yeah.” Liv sighs, putting a lazy hand in his hair. For the next half hour, they doze in and out of sleep together, staying in the same position. Their legs are resting by each other. Their warm skin collects pink from each other’s body heat. Then, the reality of needing to join the world settles over them with Ryder’s daily practice alarm. 

“I gotta get moving.” He mutters, resentful of having to leave her bed. 

“Me too. I have class.” Liv yawns loudly, then rolls to her back, separating them completely.

She reaches for her phone, seeing a handful of texts from Luca. She glances at Ryder as he stretches at the side of the bed. His sweatshirt rides up considerably, showcasing his muscular body in the soft morning sun. A happy trail of dark hair disappears beneath the waistband of his clothes. Liv’s eyes drift down, seeing the maroon and gold M on his left thigh. 

Liv freezes, realizing he is wearing her boyfriend’s pants. Betrayal chokes her throat. What is she doing? This is so inappropriate. Everything about last night was inappropriate. God, she yelled at Luca for having another girl in his bed while he slept on the couch. She invited Ryder to sleep with her last night. Panicked, she slowly sits up, pulling out the rest of her disheveled ponytail. 

“Want to meet up for lunch on campus? I still dream about that Italian deli you took me to.”

“I can’t.” She says, keeping her back to him. She works her hair back into a fresh pony tail, raking her fingers through the ends for a quick brush.

“Oh okay.” He clears his throat. “Maybe later in the week.” 

“Luca is coming into town.” Liv stands, pulling her sweatshirt down so it covers her body completely. She folds her arms over her chest. 

“Yeah, I know. He is coming to play me.” He chuckles. “But that’s not for a few days.”

“Well, I have to get things done before he gets here so I can spend time with him.” A twitch flickers close to the hinge of his jaw. Ryder sighs, running a frustrated hand over his face.

“What is happening right now?” She shrugs back at him. Ryder’s hand falls, slapping the gold outlined M on his thigh.

“Can you take those off please.” Ryder looks down, seeing the same logo. In the morning light, it is clear these were not the pants he thought he grabbed. He thrust the waistband down, then strides to where his jeans are still pooled on the ground. He wrestles them up his thighs and his belt closed. 

“Liv, nothing happened last night.”

“It doesn’t feel that way to me.” She holds her throat, looking terrified back at him. 

“You invited me into bed.” He says slowly, resenting the way she looks at him. Like he crossed a line. 

“That was a mistake.” 

“We’ve been making a lot of mistakes lately…” He rambles off, putting his phone in his pocket. 

“This has to stop.” Liv practically begs.

“I don’t want it to.”

“Ry, please.” Liv closes her eyes, inhaling heavily as her nostrils flare from distress. 

“Livy, I’m in lo-”

“Stop!” Liv yells. Her heavy, terrified panting fills the room. “Don’t say it. You will ruin this.”

“It already is ruined. Because I love you.” 

Liv goes rigid except her quivering bottom lip. Because I love you, because I love you, because I love you. It plays in a loop over and over again, drowning out the city noise below, running through her brain like the ticker in Times Square.

“I wish you didn’t.” She hisses through gnashed teeth. 

“Me too.” He confesses, then walks out of her room. 

In his wake, he leaves Liv and her entire world lopsided.

- - - 

The ticking of the light blue clock on Liv’s desk fills the living room. Liv has been trying to work on her paper for two hours now, but her thoughts keep drifting to Ryder and earlier this morning. Guilt scratches and mars at her consciousness until it becomes impossible to make progress on her school work. For the fifth time in an hour, she tosses her pen from where she was trying to handwrite her outline. She looks over at her phone, seeing it light up with another text from Ryder. She swipes across his name, muting his notifications for the day. 

She doesn’t want to talk to him.

She needs to talk to Luca, but he is at morning skate in Buffalo. 

Worst case, she will tell him before his game against the Islanders. Liv knows this is less than ideal timing, but she owes him an explanation. From her, not anyone else. 

She opens her phone, texting Luca again to call her as soon as he can. 

Liv waits for his call the entire day, altering her plans with her brother to make sure she is home and ready for the difficult conversation they are going to have. But Luca’s never arrives. Not after practice, or after his pre-game nap, and now she watches him on the screen in Buffalo, again without a care in the world. 

How does he keep doing this with her? How does she line up last to everything in his world when he rules hers?

In frustration, she flips the game off after the second period. The Wild are down by one, but her mood is not in it for the night. Instead, she takes a self-care shower, smearing on her skin care, snuggling into bed to read her book, before tossing her phone on sleep mode.

He won’t call anyway, she lies to herself. 

The next morning, she has a handful of text messages from him and about thirty from Ryder.

Hi baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t call yesterday. Things have been crazy. I’ll tell you about it when I see you. I love you! Goodnight 😘

I wish you were here, baby, I can’t sleep without you. I’m having withdrawals. 

Heads up, I am on Amazon passing the time. Can’t sleep. Pray for my credit card. But, I needed a new screen protector for my phone. I ordered one to be delivered to your place tomorrow morning. Can you bring it with you to the game? Thank you! I hope this doesn’t wake you up 🙈

This furrows her eyebrows. Why wouldn’t she bring it to him tonight? When she sees him for dinner?

Good morning 🥱 Yes, I’ll grab the screen protector for you. But I thought I was seeing you tonight? 

Luca calls her immediately. She stretches, then clicks the button, murmuring a sleepy hello.

“Baby, I have bad news. Please don’t kill me.” 

“What?”

“I am not going to make dinner tonight. Mandatory team building. We are going to dinner and a concert at MSG. But maybe we can get coffee tomorrow morning?”

“I have classes.”

“Well, could you skip them?”

“No, Luca. I can’t. I have a group presentation and a test in the next class. Also, I don’t appreciate you asking me that. I don’t tell you to skip morning skate when I’m in town because I understand hockey is your job.”

“Whoa, okay. I was just asking.”

“Well, don’t. What I am doing is just as important as what you’re doing.”

“Baby, I never said it wasn’t.” He says defensively. 

“You literally…” Liv trails off, running an annoyed hand through her hair. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m sorry.” He tries. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just miss you.” Misses her but won’t make time for her when they’re in the same city. It’s hard to swallow that right now, even as she tries to understand that there are some obligations he cannot miss. 

“I know.” She fills in. 

“This is shit timing, but we are about to get to the rink for practice.”

“You’re skating in the morning of a back to back?”

“Yeah. Did you watch last night?”

“Um, I fell asleep.” She admits sheepishly. 

“That’s okay. We did too.” He jokes. “It was bad and this punishment is well deserved. I gotta go, babe.”

“Hey, wait, I need to.. uh… talk to you about something.” She says, picking at a snag in the comforter with her blue nail. 

“Okay, can we talk after the game?” Liv hesitates. 

Future her would smack her in the face if she could. But present Liv doesn’t see the issue. 

So she agrees.

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“Okay, I love you baby.” He murmurs sweetly.

“I love you too.” She responds, having no idea what the next 48 hours will bring.

Read more Liv and Luca here.

[yongbokkk]

Can you do a male reader and Felix arguing and the reader gets angry and goes out on a motorcycle drive and something happens and he ends in the hospital and Felix goes and they apologize and they hug it or something along those lines?

i'm sorry .

pairings: lee felix x m!reader

genre: angst, happy ending

a/n; honestly this was rushed so i kinda dont like it 😭😭 but i hope u do

felix was annoyed, irritated that you've been spending time with beomgyu over him.

the two of you had been pretty close this day, and it concerned the blonde.

were you cheating on him? secretly making out with the other behind his back?

he was mixed with confusion and anger, as well as disappointment. why couldn't felix have you all to himself?

even though he has his lovable boyfriend everyday, it was reasonable to overthink when he had seen them taking pictures with a heart gesture.

now he had enough. it was finally the end of the day, and you were back home to your shared house.

as soon as you went in, you found felix with what seemed like a face written in anger.

you tilted your head, "hm? what's gotten you so down today?"

"i don't know, maybe its the fact that you have another guy." he shrugged, stating the obvious.

"another guy- you mean beomgyu?? you know me enough to know we're just friends." you reasoned, having confused of the assumptions.

"that line is famous for liars, you know. you can't be just friends when the two of you have been so close these days!" felix raised his voice the longer he talked.

"that's what friends do!-"

"honestly you could've just said you didn't want me anymore!"

"it was our friendship anniversary! don't you fking accuse me for cheating!" you had enough of his sudden possesiveness, you dropped the bag of sweets infront of his feet and went out the door to leave.

felix stood there dumbfounded, he'd forgotten about how you and beomgyu has been friends for years. wait, y/n!"

"stupid, stupid." you turned on your motorcyle, deciding to go on a drive for the evening.

you knew your way around the city, so getting lost wasn't a big problem. your motorcyle can take you wherever it wants within the area.

you didn't care, you needed your mind off of him. it'll all be okay soon, you hoped.

you were too busy getting rid of the tears brimming in your eyes that you didn't a car speeding towards you.

---

felix was restless, he couldn't sleep thinking about what he had done. he wanted to apologize so bad, he wanted to fix everything.

the blonde regretted so much, he shouldn't have overthinked that way.

as morning came, there was a knock on his door. felix took a while to have the energy and get up from his spot on the shared bed.

he opened the door, finding a stranger with a brown folder.

"excuse me, are you l/n y/n's partner?" she asked.

"yes.. why?" felix's heart ached at the thought of him.

"he's... at the hospital.. you should go visit." the lady didn't know how to break it to him, since he looked like he didn't know.

"...what?"

there he was running to the said hospital building, in a rush to see his lover.

"i'm l/n y/n's boyfriend, i need to see him now!" he told the counter lady.

"room 148 please."

as soon as she said that, felix was already running, so on the way, he was scolded many times .

he finally arrived at his boyfriend's hospital room, taking a deep breath before heading in.

he felt the urge to cry seeing you in bandages, it was his fault you were like this.

if he hadn't let his emotions get the best of him and started that argument, you would've been happily cuddling with him.

he sat on the chair beside the bed, staring at your sleeping faced.

luckily you weren't that bruised, it was sort of just minor injuries.

now, felix couldn't take it anymore. he sobbed relentlessly, begging for you to wake up.

"felix..?" as soon as he heard your voice, he rose his head immediately.

"y/n?" he jumped from his seat to wrap you in a warm but gentle embrace.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" felix apologized over and over again, while tears were falling faster.

"i should be the one sorry, i should have told you what day was it." your eyes began to water as you start to sob with your boyfriend.

"no, no, it's okay. i shouldn't have gotten mad like that."

"i love you more than your brain could process, idiot." you held him as tightly in return.

"i love you too, and i will forever."

[meliora-box]

Ghoap Family AU :)

Cw: slight MW3 spoilers, ABO(or Trans!Soap whichever you want)

After that close call with setting off the bomb, Ghost absolutely refuses for that to happen again, so he begged and pleaded with Soap to please stay behind, because he can’t live with himself if death actually does take his Johnny away from him, and to his surprise Johnny actually agreed.

They go on leave, back to their nice house in rural Scotland, and a month into their leave they found out they were expecting a baby, which was why Johnny spent most of the mornings super sick and being super sensitive to certain smells (example: Simon’s cologne, to both their dismays)

Of course Simon stays home with him, after telling the rest of the team what was going on (Gaz immediately begged to take role of uncle), and they found out they were having a baby girl, to which Simon happy sobbed at, because he’s always wanted a daughter. They get her nursery prepared, clothes, toys, crib and baby swing ready, and they both loved getting the stuff ready for her.

It wasn’t until when Johnny was 6 months in did Simon get the news he has to get back into the field, as they have a new lead on Makarov. And Simon at first refused, as the baby was supposed to arrive in 3 months, but Johnny told him to go, that he’ll be ok and he’ll go stay with his family so he won’t be alone. Finally after a long talk, Simon goes back to the field, for 2 whole months.

The team is flying back to base after finally defeating Makarov, which gave Simon the chance to finally turn his phone back on, as he hasn’t talked to his partner in a few weeks.

Right as he turned his phone back on, hundreds of missed calls and messages flooded his phone to his surprise. The first messages he looked at was from Johnny,

“I went into labor early, something wrong with my blood pressure. Please respond as fast as you can, I don’t know what to do, Si.”

Of course Simon panicked, this was from last week! Surely he can’t have gone into labor early, he was only 8 months pregnant at this point, is he and the baby ok? So Simon calls his mother in law, who he last received a text from yesterday, telling him to call as fast as he can. They talked, his mother in law said both his husband and daughter were perfectly fine, despite the baby being 4 weeks early, to which he sighs in relief at.

He spots both his mother in law and Johnny, who was holding a small bundle in his arms. And he didn’t care that Price, Gaz, or whoever the hell was right there, he snatched his skull mask off his face and ran to his partner and *very gently* pulled him in for a hug, and kissed every inch of his face, while muttering apologies for not being there for him, while Johnny just laughs in relief.

Johnny pulled away first, pulling the blanket down to reveal a tiny newborn baby girl, full head of dark hair and peacefully sleeping in her parents hold. To which Simon just stared in awe at her, and how tiny she looked even in Johnny’s arms.

“Isla Elizabeth, you know, your mum’s name.” He said with a smile, already settling baby Isla into Simon’s, now without the gloves, arms.

And Simon just cries, holding his baby girl so gently, marveling at how small she was in his arms, tinnier as she’s a premie. She gently shifts in his hold, getting used to the new person who’s holding her, and she opens her eyes, dark brown eyes exactly like his, exactly like his mothers, and he just sobs more.

Years later, when Isla is already 5 years old, Simon and Johnny find out they’re having another baby, well more like babies.

“You asshole, how the hell did you get me knocked up with twins?!” Johnny would yell at Simon, chasing him around the house with a slipper while Simon runs away trying not to laugh, while Isla runs after them, laughing loudly, not understanding what’s going on but just wanting to be involved in what seemed like fun to her.

Aaaaand that’s it! Yall can tell I rushed at the end with this, but in my excuse Its 12am and I’m sleepy😭😭

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 15

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 15 ~ Unexpected

Andy 

Week 26 

We’ve been at Boston General for a few hours. The doctor immediately checked Leia in and hooked her up to a couple of machines. She was doing everything she could to remain calm, but the tears wouldn’t let up.  I am so angry at Monica for this. Why that woman can’t just be happy for her kids is beyond me.  It's times like these where I miss my mom. While she would have been skeptical because of the how, she knew the why and that would have been all that mattered. She loved Leia and knew about my unrequited love for her. She would have been thankful for our love and for her granddaughter.  

Fuck Monica for ruining this.  

Once the machines were one, we heard the best sound in the world: the fetal heart monitor. I swear there is not a sweeter sound than my daughter’s heartbeat. Hearing it nice and strong gave me the strength to let go of my anger and concentrate on my family. I was flooded with relief until I saw the tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Sweetheart?” 

“I thought I hurt her,” she cries. She leans her head into me, and I hold her. She sobs for a while, soaking my shirt with her tears. I do my best to soothe her, running my hand over her hair, kissing her head, reassuring her. “My queen, our princess is good.  She’s healthy and growing.” She hiccups as she starts to calm down.  

“Where is Luke?” 

“I think he went for a coffee. Let me find him. I will be right back.” I kiss her forehead and smile before I head out.  I know where Luke is. He texted me a few minutes ago and I know I need to help him before he goes on a spree. 

“Kyle, my sister has been admitted for monitoring and you want to excuse her behavior.... I don’t care. She has been so selfish when it comes to us... I get that you love her and she’s your wife, but she’s been our mother longer... if she is not going to apologize then she is not welcomed. I will not have her upset my sister when it puts her and my niece in danger.” He ended the call and looked at me with a fire, but it was mixed with sadness.  “She doesn’t think she did anything wrong.”  

My best friend looks defeated.  He should have been on a high, coming back from his first all-star game. Instead, he had to deal with his mother. “I’m sorry, brother. What can I do?” 

He shakes his head, not sure of the words to say. He looks up at me and his eyes are rimmed with tears. “I feel like I lost both my parents now.” A single tear falls, and I pull him into a hug. He sobs because I know, this is hard for him. He wants to be strong for Leia so I gave him this. 

“Let it out, buddy, its ok.  Just you and me, alright. Be weak here so you can be strong out there.” I just hold him, and he calms.  

“What did the doctors say?” He wipes the wetness from his eyes.  

“We can hear the baby. A nice strong heartbeat. I don’t know what the tests say yet. We’re waiting for the doctor to tell us but really Leia just wanted to know that she was ok.”  

Before Luke can say anything else, a nurse comes in. “Mr. Barber, Mr. Andrews?” 

“Yes?” 

“Miss Andrews asked if you could come in. The doctor wants to go over the results.”  

I nod and we make our way back to Leia’s room. I see her sitting up, rubbing her hand over her belly. I sit next to her on her bed and kiss her head. Luke takes his place standing on the other side of the bed. The doctor looks at his notes before he begins. “Leia, I talked to Dr. Sheppard, and we think we need to make some changes.”  

“Changes?” She squeaked.  

“Modified bed rest.  You don’t need to be in bed, but we would like you to rest as much as possible. No more highly stressed events, working, anything like that.”  

I frown. “She has to stop working?”  

“It would be recommended. Now, I know you are no longer flying but I would avoid traveling as much as possible. More time on the couch, baths, naps are recommended, until at least the 34th week.  By that time, the baby is much more developed and can be safely delivered.”  

“Ok,” she whispers. “Anything else?” 

“Plenty of fluids, maintain your diet, and we should get you to the home stretch. Eight weeks, ok. You will have weekly check ins now so we can check your blood pressure and we get a peek at Baby but otherwise, you are lady of leisure from now on.”  

“Thanks Doc,” I say. He leaves the room, and a nurse comes in. “I’m gonna get your discharge paperwork so we can get you home.”  

“Well, this sucks,” Leia says as she leans her head back. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I mean the Bruins said that if I had to go on early maternity leave, it wouldn’t be a problem but with my business...” 

“Why not hire someone to step in?” Luke says. “You could get one of the assistants to help you and maybe you can video conference for the really big meetings.”  

“You’re a genius, Lukey!” Leia wraps her arms around her brother. It's one problem solved until I remember we have a lot of road games coming up.  Our schedule had been home heavy until recently and now we need to hit the road.  

“What about when we are gone?” I ask. “Can Miranda stay with her?” 

“I don’t think it will be a problem. She works from home,” Luke says. “We’ll make sure you are taken care of Cubby, don’t you worry.”  

Week 27 

I’m packing my bag for the next road trip as my queen sits up in bed, reading a book.  “Whatcha reading, beautiful?” 

“Just a romance,” she says distractedly.  

“Oh yeah?” Now this piqued my interest. Leia has an affinity for dirty romances.  She thinks I don’t know this, but she’s left a couple of her books laying around and I got curious a couple of times.  Let me tell you, it has given me a few ideas for when she is no longer pregnant, and I can bend her body at my will. I glance at my watch and determine that I have some time.  

“Mmhmm.” She is deep in the story that she doesn’t see that I’m pulling off my shirt. I grasp her ankle and pull her down the bed. She squeaks and then moans as I run my hands up her legs. She’s just wearing one of my shirts and panties, making her look scrumptious. As I pull her down, the shirt rides up, exposing her belly and stopping right below her breasts. “Andy...” 

“Yes, darling?” I start to kiss around her belly, giving my daughter some kisses before I take her mom. I can feel her push against the skin, and I smile. Then I travel south, hearing Leia’s breath hitch at the sensation. “A problem, my love?” 

“N-no,” she replied as her body arched when my lips touched her clit. It was beautiful to see her so sensitive, responsive to every touch. I wasn’t rough with her. Every lick, every suckle, every kiss was soft and sweet, and it drove Leia wild. “Andy,” she cried, “more, please!” 

“Do you know how much I love feasting on you? Tasting you, owning you. This is my favorite place in the whole world.” I opened her up with my thumbs and drank her up. “God, why do you taste so good?” 

She whimpered and thrashed. I placed my hands on her hips to hold her steady. I lapped up and down, not wanting to stop until I felt her come apart.  I had asked the doctor if sex would be bad for her and the baby.  The doc had chuckled and said it would actually relax her more. I would be a bad partner and father if I didn’t do everything I could to make sure they were relaxed until she arrived.   

She began to chant my name as I worked faster but not harder. I was going to be on the road for the next twelve days so this was going to have to last for me. She could barely reach my head with her finger to pull me closer to her. I finally obliged and let my finger slide into her. She moans and I work her slit between my lips.  “C’mon baby, let me have it.”  

She cried out as her climax washed over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I could live in between her thighs. I worked her through her peak and slowed as I felt her body relax. “Andrew Steven Barber, you are trying to kill me.”  

“I would never do that sweetheart. Just needed something to remember you by while I’m alone on the road.” I crawled up to lay next to her and moved her hair out of her face.  She smiled softly before giving me a kiss.  I knew she was tasting herself, which is a move I find sexy as hell. She palmed my erection through my jeans, and I moaned. “Fuckkkk.” 

“So big,” Leia coos as she undoes my jeans and reaches into my boxer briefs. I head lulls back as she pumps my cock, making it harder. “I wish I could suck you off.” She pouts at me, but she knows the rules. Being on her knees is not good for her or the baby.  

“I know, baby.” I kiss around her neck and whisper to her, “tighter.” She grips me tighter, the added pressure mimicking her tight pussy. “Just like that,” I rasp.  

“Andy, I need you,” she moans. I’m quick to lay down and pull her onto my lap. She centers herself and slides down my erection with ease. “Oh my god,” she rolls her head back in a moan.  

“Just let me do the work, my queen.” I grip her hips and move her up and down my shaft as I pump my hips up to meet hers. Her breast bounce in front of my face and I can help but lick them as they move.  She keens at the sensation, her hands gripping my abs.  

It's not enough. I know I can feel how she wants it, harder and deeper. I carefully twist her onto her back, making sure I don’t put weight on her belly. I wrap her legs around me and push back in. I’m deeper now and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. I pump into, enjoying her cries as I reach down to stroke her clit and bring her to her release. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”  

“Andy!” She detonates around me, squeezing me so hard that I follow behind her, shattering. I come so hard I see stars. I slow our movements but haven’t pulled out quite yet.  

“Are you ok, my queen?”  I look at her glassy eyes with a smirk.  

“I’m great,” she breathes. I pull out gently and then get a cloth to clean her up. I helped her back into some panties and a shirt. I jumped into the shower for a quick rinse and finished getting my bag together.  

“Do you have to go?” I turn to look at my love, who is pouting but also has tears in her eyes.  

“Baby,” I sighed as I went back to the bed to hold my girl. “What’s wrong?” 

“What if something happens while you’re gone? What if I lose...” 

“Sweetheart, don’t talk like that. You heard the doctors. Rest and limiting exertion is what’s going to help. Miranda will be here right after her meetings and she’s staying in the guest room. Coach already knows the situation so I can leave at a moment's notice if I need to.” I kiss her head. "Positive thoughts, ok?" 

“I’m gonna miss you.”  

“I’m gonna miss you too, my little queen. I’ll call as much as I can.” I kiss her softly and touch forehead. “Take care of yourself and my baby, ok? I love you.”  

“I love you.”  

Leia 

It's been two days since the boys left on their road trip. Rumor has it that Jeremy was not on the trip due to an injury.  When it was announced, Andy looked sad about it.  I didn’t ask, because it looked like the injury weighed on Andy’s mind.  

I’ve been working on easy stuff at our house. Andy hired a cleaning service so I wouldn’t strain or lift anything. The only thing I had put my foot down was him ordering me food every day. Cooking relaxes me and I didn’t want that to go away. So, I happily cook for Miranda and myself every day.  

Stella had been a little distant lately. She called and mentioned that she broke it off with the guy she had been seeing. She really liked him, and they had been going out for a couple of months. She just needed some time before she showed up here with ice cream and girl time.  

Hopefully, she will show up soon because Miranda has become a party planner monster. What party did you ask? 

Baby Andrews-Barber's baby shower.  

If I look at the guest list, it makes me nauseous. It's wedding sized. As in more than 100 people are being invited. I don’t think my brother knows the extent of her plans because he would have locked this down a while ago. But no, he didn’t. And now all of these people are being invited to his house.  

At least it's not mine.  

Teehee.  

Since Miranda is staying with me, every evening has been taken with party planning and decision making. Everyone knows we are having a girl, but I still don’t want just pink things. I decided on a pink and soft green theme. It's gonna be so cute.  

We were online, making a registry when the doorbell rang. I stood up carefully and went to answer the door.  

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

A/N: I have a few chapters written (purely for my indulgence) of what happened to Jeremy that got his off the road trip? Anyone interested?

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"Do you Trust me?"

Rollo voice) no

I feel like Rollo’s going to become a puddle of angry goo (think like a freshly salted slug) by the end of this series of headcanons…

A Big Scarabia Welcome to Rollo!

Savanaclaw’s weather was already bad enough, but Scarabia is 100 times worse. When Rollo hikes his way to the entrance of the grand dormitory (just a short stroll from the mirror), he looks like he’s about to give way to heat stroke if he doesn’t drown in his own sweat first.

He’s graciously received and personally welcomed by Kalim’s open arms (Jamil at his side) and just about the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Rollo doesn’t sense any immediate ill will behind it (unlike the majority of the despicable mages that infest NRC), but he’s unsettled all the same by Kalim’s intense friendliness. When the Scarabian dorm leader goes in for a hug, Rollo politely steps back and declines (citing his excessive dampness as an excuse).

“Oh, you’re right! You’re not used to this kind of weather back home, huh? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you!! Come on in! You’re today’s guest of honor!” Kalim beams, cheerfully ushering Rollo inside. Jamil follows quietly, but is staring intently at Rollo all the while—this man still remembers everything Rollo did, and he’s harboring a deep-seated grudge.

Kalim starts off the visit with a big tour of Scarabia! He forgets a lot of the finer details, so Jamil has to fill him in on the architecture and history of the dorm as he supplies them with water. (Kalim pauses to call out to and greet mob students as they pass.)

At first, Rollo’s impressed by the spread of knowledge provided—but the more he sees of Scarabia, the more disgusted he grows of its gross opulence. All the gold and jewels in the storage room could feed the entire City of Flowers for a lifetime and then some!!

The flippant way Kalim talks about his lifestyle also grates on Rollo. Who in the world places orders 100 coconuts for themselves, then buys diamonds for his entire dorm as souveinirs? Why does Scarabia have such frequent banquets and parties? How can one man live in such excess and not feel once ounce of remorse for it?! It boggles the mind.

“Hey, you must be hungry from your trip! Let’s put some food in you!!” Kalim summons a feast with the wave of his hand (Jamil had been up all night and all that morning preparing it). “Thank you, but just a nibble is enough for…” Rollo is interrupted by Kalim shoving some grapes into his mouth. “Ooh, you have to try this! Oh, and this too! And this cheese…!”

At one point, Kalim offers an apple slice with an ant on it, which causes Jamil to lock up. He screeches in disgust when Rollo casually kills the ant by squishing it under his thumb, then proceeds to take out a few others lying in wait. (“You touched bugs with your bare hands!!” Jamil cries, looking like he’s going to be sick any moment now. To this, Rollo retorts, “I should like to see you come up with a better solution!”)

After (force) feeding Rollo, Kalim tells him he has “a surprise” in store, which makes Rollo’s stomach sink. The dorm leader runs off, telling Rollo not to move from the spot. Left alone with Jamil, he warily eyes the man (who has been strangely standoffish the whole time). Jamil meets his gaze coolly. “… I didn’t tell him,” he says simply.

“To shield his poor little heart from breaking?” (Jamil shakes his head. “No, this isn’t about his feelings. I could care less about them. Kalim would only be sobbing and pestering me about my safety. I already have enough to deal with on my plate, I don’t need the extra stress. He’s kept ignorant out of convenience.”)

As expected, a self-serving reason. Rollo’s disgust does not abate. Still, a part of him wonders if Kalim would still be kind if he knew the truth of what happened in the City of Flowers, if some darker side of him would emerge as a result. No mage, no matter how upbeat, is entirely free of sin.

Kalim's taking longer than expected to get back, so Jamil and Rollo end up awkwardly playing some board games while they wait. Though Rollo tries his best, he's no match for Jamil, who takes delight in letting loose (he usually can't when he plays against Kalim) and smoking him in every match.

The ground shakes, rattling the stones in their mancala board. With each passing moment, the vibrations grow in increasing intensity—and suddenly, the doors kick open, revealing a parade of animals!! A tiger, 75 camels, 53 purple peacocks, 95 white monkeys, llamas, bears, lions, and even a flurry of birds!? Kalim arrives riding on an elephant and laughing to the slack-jawed Rollo. (Jamil groans. “You’d better get used to this, or you won’t make it through the day,” he warns flatly.)

The animals swarm Rollo, all of them kicking up a cacophony and demanding attention from him. He’s backed into a corner, trying to keep them at bag by poking them with his staff. Alas, to no avail!! The animals smother him in a pile of fur and feathers, and Rollo lets out strangled cry from between them.

“I think they’re getting along!!” Kalim notes from atop his elephant steed. (“Yes, I’m so happy for him.” Off to the side, Jamil snickers with some kind of sick, twisted joy.Finally, it’s someone else suffering for once instead of him.)

One thorough cuddling session later, Kalim flies to Rollo upon his magic carpet (it had been stashed away with him on the elephant) and offers a hand. He yanks his guest up with a grin and plops Rollo down beside him. “Next up: a magic carpet ride!” (“W-Wait, I don’t think my constitution can handle this much excitement…!!)

“Come now, where is your sense of adventure?” Jamil says as he kneels beside them on the carpet. His words are kept in an even enough of a tone, but there’s no mistaking the smirk on his mouth. (Rollo quietly fumes about it.)

Off they go into the Scarabian desert! Rollo wishes he could call it a peaceful ride, but it isn’t. Kalim keeps telling the magic carpet to show Rollo the tricks it knows, which means they’re not only soaring, but also tumbling and freewheeling through the sky. Below, the sands shine and shimmer splendidly.

Rollo’s eyes are clenched shut as he bends over the side of the carpet, trying hard to keep the contents of his lunch down. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Jamil whispers. “And hold your breath, it gets better.” (By ‘better’, he means ‘worse’, Rollo suspects.)

They speed up, bursting through the clouds, before dropping back down with collective shrieks. Rollo has to clutch onto his hat to keep it from flying off, forcing a scream back down as he hangs on for dear life, praying to be anywhere else. His eyes are wide with alarm, the fear inside of him clawing to escape.

The wild ride comes to a stop at a single spot of green and blue in the expanse of sand: an oasis encircled by broad-leafed trees. Rollo can’t scramble off that infernal carpet fast enough. (“Wow, he must have been really looking forward to this!!” Kalim chirps.)

With such crystalline waters available to them, Kalim thinks its only natural to take a dip! (Jamil has his sunscreen, towel, and swimming trunks on standby.) Rollo hurriedly backs away, trying to opt out—but he loses his foot in the shifting sands, and…

SPLOOSH!!! He’s drenched, the water weighing down his big hat and robes. Rollo looks less human and more like an angry wet cat (so much so that neutral-faced Jamil has to stop a smirk from overtaking him). Kalim, for his part, is super apologetic and offers Rollo his towel.

And so, Rollo sits in the shade of a tree while swathed in Kalim's towel, glaring at the Scarabia duo as they paddle around in the oasis. He hates that he can't just walk out on them, for he'd surely perish in the desert.

Rollo feels something at his feet--and when he looks down, he finds the magic carpet curled up there, emitting a sound akin to a dog panting. It seems... oddly excited to spend some time with him? Rollo frowns and makes a shooing motion, trying to banish the accursed thing--but, much to his dismay, it refuses to leave him alone and instead lingers at his side until the evening sets in ("Hmph, intrepid creature, aren't you?").

Thankfully, the trip back is uneventful (the magic carpet seems to have expended most of its energy on the showboating trip to the oasis). Rollo never thought he'd be so glad to see the garish interior of Scarabia again, but here he is. Jamil suggests that he prepare for bed (an idea which sounds surprisingly... normal, and thus earns a suspicious look from Rollo). "Oh? Do you doubt me? I would never try to deceive a beloved guest of Kalim's."

"Don't worry! Jamil's super trustworthy!!" Kalim adds. "Plus, we have to go get ready for the... Mmmmpfgh!" (Jamil quickly covers his mouth and gives a curt smile. "... As I was saying, you should wash up before bed.")

In spite of his doubts, Rollo relents with the suggestion to unwind for the night (he's had much too adrenaline for his liking today). He's escorted to a larger-than-life bathhouse and supplied with expensive-looking shampoos, conditioners, soaps, loofahs, a fluffy towel. and silk pajamas. "A bit much, don't you think?" he asks of Jamil. ("We don't do anything half-heartedly here," Jamil replies mysteriously.)

Being alone has never felt so good. Rollo has always preferred to be by himself, but after a day as hectic as this one he feels so relieved to not have Kalim and Jamil (or pesky pets!) with him as he sinks into pleasantly sweet-smelling waters.

He slips into the silk pajamas and steps out of the bathing area in slippers. Jamil bows to him and waves a hand. (Rollo's suspicions heighten.) "Right this way to your room for the night."

The inside of Scarabia is so big that it takes Rollo a while to realize that Jamil is actually leading him away from where the student rooms are—and how odd for such a noisy dorm to suddenly be dead quiet!! Just as Rollo begins to voice his apprehension, Jamil leads him right into Scarabia’s open-air lounge.

POP, POP, POP!! Party crackers go off, showering confetti onto Rollo’s freshly washed hair. He blinks several times to confirm that he is not, in fact, dreaming. No, it feels like more of a nightmare than a dream.

The lounge is infested with mob students, the air filled with loud music and the delicious smells of a sumptuous feast. Kalim emerges from the crowd and spreads his arms. “SURPRISE!! We’re throwing a banquet in your name! To our new friend!!”

Rollo feels so faint, his legs give out and Jamil had to catch him. “M-My handkerchief,” he sputters out weakly—alas, his coping mechanism won’t be able to help him now (he had foolishly tucked it away with his NBC uniform to dry overnight). “You have a party to tend to,” Jamil tells him.

The subtly evil sparkle in his dark eyes implies that Jamil knew this was coming all along… and had let it happen. He had been the one to lead Rollo here, the one to silence Kalim when he started to over speak. Anger rises in Rollo, and he struggles to contain it. “You scheming little weasel…!”

He’s not allowed to finish his statement, as Kalim has hooked one arm in his. Jamil waves good-bye to Rollo as Kalim yanks him around the room, introducing mob student after mob student to their honored guest. None of the names or faces stick in Rollo’s head, but the nausea from the earlier magic carpet ride is returning.

Speaking of the magic carpet, it trails after him and Kalim for most of the night! It weaves itself between Rollo’s legs and seems to stare at him eagerly, as if wanting head pats or compliments. (Rollo makes a face, but that doesn’t deter it.)

For the most part, Rollo keeps his mouth shut to avoid instigation (the last thing he wants is to lose it in such a public space) and downs as much grape juice as he can to quell his annoyance.

When all are full on food and drink, they’ve got to shake off all that energy!! Many take to the floor to dance, Kalim and Jamil included! They’re like birds in motion, free and flowing. Kalim just does what feels best to him, wheres Jamil mixes street dancing with his own expressive style. Rollo stands firmly at the sidelines, arms folded disapprovingly.

“Look at that disgusting display,” he grouses. The mob students around him cheer and hoot for their dorm leader and vice, their support rising about his disdain.

Now Kalim’s spinning wildly, his laugh reverberating like a bell’s echo. His arms extend as he twirls, reaching out to grasp Rollo by the arms. “Come on, dance with us!!” Kalim invites with sparkling eyes.

“No, I couldn’t…” Rollo protests, looking down stubbornly. Kalim misinterprets the motion as genuine bashfulness. (“It’s okay to be shy! That’s charming too.”)

There’s another tug—this time, Jamil. (“That’s right.” A smirk. “What’s so wrong with being a little bad once in a while?”

Rollo is dragged onto the dance floor against his will, set into the same twisted rhythm as the music. Those around him must get a sick thrill from the beats, each and every one of them a thrall to their own hedonistic desires. He wonders how they can live like this, free of care and worry—but as he dances among them, he, just for those moments, is left as feathery and as lightheaded.

How long do they dance for? He loses track of the time. There’s no clock to chime midnight to banish the magical spell placed upon him, only the burning in his feet as he dances the night away, intent on outdoing Kalim and Jamil.

Rollo basically blacks out in his bed that evening 💀 Man’s so tired and so done with this, he just wants OUT already!

… His body’s aching in the morning. (Nobody make an “he’s an old man!” joke, Rollo will smite you right where you stand.) He literally groans out loud as he hauls himself out of bed and prepares for the day. At the very least, his uniform has completely dried off from the unceremonious dunk in the oasis!

Kalim tries offload some extravagant parting gifts onto Rollo before his departure (from piles of gold and jewels to exotic new pets) to which Rollo stubbornly refuses. This leads into a back-and-forth about what would be a suitable souvenir to bring back with him from Scarabia. (Rollo won’t have any of it!!)

Jamil mediates, eventually convincing Kalim that his “invaluable friendship” and “the fun memories they made together” is treasure enough for Rollo. (Both he and Rollo gag internally at the idea, but Kalim seems super satisfied with it.)

"Yes, this won't be an experience I forget anytime soon," Rollo says dubiously. Kalim doesn't catch the malice in his flat tone, but Jamil definitely does.

[daisyishedwig]

I have absolutely no excuse for the fact that my "Six Sentence Sunday" is fully 1,000 words long, other than that I wrote this scene in like thirty minutes and I love it and just want to share it all. Also, because this is a part of a sequel to a fic that I have barely started writing, by the time I post this for real, you all should have forgotten it existed

Anyway, enjoy some Hevans angst with a side of pining Blaine. Below a cut because, like I said, it's long.

When Blaine opens the door, it’s to Kurt thrusting a red and white jacket into his arms. “I need you to take this,” he says, and then rushes back to his car to collect a box, “and all of this.” He drops it in Blaine’s entryway and then shuffles quickly backwards like he’s scared it’s going to attack him.

Blaine gapes for a second and looks down at the jacket in his hands. He sees a large E and V on the back and carefully shakes it out until he can see the name Evans emblazoned on the back. Kurt bites his lip and a distressed whimper makes it’s way out. Blaine immediately rushes forward to comfort him, but Kurt shies away.

“Kurt,” Blaine says softly, “what happened?”

Kurt hugs himself and takes in a shaky breath. “I broke up with Sam.”

Blaine’s heart flutters in excitement and then promptly sinks into his stomach with guilt. Kurt’s heartbroken, and that’s easy to see, just because this means Blaine actually has a shot with him does not mean he should be glad for Kurt’s pain.

Blaine drops the jacket in the box and then goes to Kurt, wrapping him in as big of a hug as he can when he’s two inches shorter than him, standing on his tiptoes to do it. Kurt clutches at his back and sobs into his shoulder.

“What’d he do?” Blaine coos, rubbing soothing circles up and down Kurt’s spine.

“He didn’t do anything,” Kurt hiccups, “he’s perfect, like he always is. He’s kind, and he’s caring, and he’s understanding, and he’s beautiful, and I love him.”

Blaine’s heart clenches and he pulls away, settling his heels on the ground as he grasps Kurt’s biceps to push him back a step so he can look him in the eye. “I’m confused,” he says after a moment of studying Kurt’s face trying to piece it it all together.

Kurt rubs the back of his hand under his nose and Blaine pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket to give him. Kurt laughs for a second before his face crumples again. “He’s not coming back from Kentucky,” he says, “at least not before school starts. He doesn’t know when or if he’s gonna come back to Lima, and he’s hopeful he’ll be back here next year, but I’ll be in New York next year, so we still won’t be together, and who knows if he’ll want to come to New York when he graduates or if we’ll be stuck in the long-distance relationship forever, and what if I just want my boyfriend to be near me, okay?” Kurt rushes this all out in one breath and then takes a second, breathing heaving.

“Is that selfish?” he asks after a moment. “Am I terrible for calling it quits instead of sticking it out as it slowly breaks me?”

“No,” Blaine reassures, reaching up to cup Kurt’s cheek, “of course you’re not. And if Sam said you are–”

“But he didn’t!” Kurt cries, his bottom lip quivering. “He didn’t object at all, he just sat there, staring at me through a grainy web cam, all stoic and sad, and said ‘if that’s what’s best for you,’ didn’t even try to fight me on it!”

Blaine frowns. “So… you amicably broke up, because you wanted to, but you’re mad at him for not fighting with you over it?”

“Yes!” Kurt says throwing his hands in the air and knocking Blaine’s hands away from him. Blaine takes a startled step back as Kurt finally moves from his entry way and stomps angrily up the stairs to Blaine’s bedroom. Blaine follows and he swears Kurt waits for him to enter the room before he throws himself dramatically on the bed.

“If he doesn’t fight me on it, how do I know he even cared?!”

Blaine slumps in his desk chair, fighting back the fond smile he can feel creeping onto his face. “He could probably ask the same thing about you.”

Kurt sits up and glares at him. “So now you’re taking his side?”

Blaine holds up his hands in defense. “I’m not taking his side, I’m just pointing out that you’re… being a little hypocritical.”

Kurt huffs and collapses back on the bed, folding his arms over his chest. “Isn’t he supposed to like, try? Posit some grand gesture about how he’ll find a way back here, come hell or high water?”

“He’s sixteen, Kurt. We’re teenagers, we are held to the whims of our parents', and currently, his parents are in Kentucky, and would like him to be there with them.”

“You’re not subject to your parents' whims,” Kurt grumbles.

Blaine snorts. “My parents' whims are to leave me home alone, ‘house-sitting’,” Blaine makes air quotes, “while they spend the summer in Scotland. I’d, for one, love to be living in Kentucky with parents and siblings who remember I exist.”

Blaine watches Kurt deflate as his arms fall away from his chest and he fully starfishes on the bed. “But then you wouldn’t be here for me to complain to,” Kurt says and Blaine can still hear a slight pout in his voice.

Blaine sighs and stands up, crossing the room to kneel beside the bed. He takes the hand closest to him in both of his and holds it, staring at Kurt with the biggest puppy-dog eyes until he rolls his head to the side to look at him.

“And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Blaine says, and kisses Kurt’s knuckles, glad to be rewarded with a small, if sad, smile. “You pick out what movie you want to cry to while I go hide the ‘Sam box’ away from you, okay? I’ll keep it safe until you want it back.”

Kurt frowns. “What if I never want it back, wouldn’t it be better to burn it?”

“You burn the stuff from bad exes, you hide the stuff from good ones, because one day you’ll want to look back and remember your first boyfriend.” Blaine stands up and holds out a hand to Kurt.

“You’ve never even been in a relationship,” Kurt points out, allowing himself to be pulled into a sitting position.

Blaine laughs. “Maybe not, but I have seen Gilmore Girls.”

“The ‘Dean-box’,” Kurt sighs.

“The ‘Dean-box’,” Blaine repeats and forces himself not to linger on the fact that Kurt hasn’t let go of his hand.

I'll tag @kurtsascot, @hevanderson, @fallevs, @cryscendo,

@backslashdelta, @calsvoid, and @lusthurts today!

[miramilocamimira]

Jealousy

{A Butterly and a Cub Series}

Antonio never really had to share Mirabel’s attention before.

Antonio was a little… upset, if he was to be honest. It felt like everyone wanted Mirabel’s attention these days. She was almost always being called away by someone.

And it’s fine, y’know, cause it happened before too. With the townspeople or when they were playing with the kids that weren’t surrounding Camilo to see his gift in action. But…

Now the entire family is doing it too. Whenever Mirabel goes to play with him, “Mirabel, Mirabel!” Camilo and Luisa shout and drag her away.

“Mirabel, Mirabel,” can be heard from Abuela and Tío Bruno as she and Antonio are about to get to the best part of the story.

Mirabel, mirabel, miraaaaabbbbeeeeeeellll. From her parents to his to Dolores to Isabella and she’s right there but not!

All he wants is to play with his Mira again. Mama and Papa try but they don’t do the voices right or follow all the rules and it’s not fair! He thought that they were super close, so close that they’d always be together!

But it’s okay! Really! Mirabel always wanted everyone to be together and talk and it’s okay cause it’s all fine-

‘What’s wrong, Cub?’ Hiro spoke up. Okay, so maybe it’s not and he’s upset.

”Nothing! I just… I want Mirabel to spend as much time with me as she used to.” The other animals crowd around. “And… and I love that our familia is spending more time with her…”

‘But?’

“Where were they before?” He cries out. “Where were they before Casita fell and everyone other then Tío and Tía and I were ignoring her? When my Mira was angry or sad or hurt? What about the stories she told me when Mama forgot she promised because she had to do sooooo much!”

“What about when I’d fall and get hurt how Mirabel would calm me down and get me an arepa? She's been there for so much! And…” He can't remember when he started crying but he was now. “And what if she leaves me all alone? What if she decides she likes spending her time with them 'cause they’re older!”

“Tonito.” Arms wrap around him. It's a familiar voice and weight. He calls out ‘Mira.’ She hugs him until his crying stops and the animals join in.

Once he's no longer sobbing, she asks if he can look at her. He doesn't want to and she waits until he's ready.

“Antonio.” She’s calm as she states his name. Her voice is soothing and he almost immediately relaxes into her arms. “I would never leave you. Hey hey hey,” She quickly gets out when he starts looking away. “I'm not lying. I swear it to you.”

Mira never breaks her promises. She never has. At least, not as far as he knows.

“Things have been different now, I know, but we need to work with it. We've all got a lot on our plates.” He knows. He does! Antonio just can't help the bad feelings about it. “But that doesn't mean I shouldn't have spent some more time with you?”

“What? Mirabel no! You keep getting called off and have so much to do-” He doesn't even know what he says next but Mirabel lets him continue on.

“Thats still not an excuse Tonito. I should have said no and spent some time with you.” She smiles gently at him, looking up Antonio can still sense she’s hiding something. “We spent a lot of time together and to have it suddenly stop? It must have been jarring. To see me spend it all that time with others must have hurt. I'm sorry.” Tears start coming out again.

She holds him until he's done. The animals have all gathered around and some even started nuzzling them.

“How about, the rest of today we spend playing together, huh?” Mirabel asks and he nods. He’d really like that. “Well then, I know this fantastic tree house bedroom we can play in?” He giggles.

They play lots of games and Mirabel reads him three stories, THREE, when she tucks him in that night.

———-

After she leaves Antonio, Dolores corners her. It's fine. Mirabel knew it was coming.

“Is that how you felt?” Her cousin asks.

“Yes.” There isn't anything else she can say. Not yet at least. But her ceremony still haunts her. Her sisters, her cousins all went from spending every day playing with her or taking her with them to avoiding her like a plague did hurt.

It hurt a lot.

It made her feel horrible. As if she had done something wrong. Seeing them with the villagers or each other and laughing but pushing her away? She couldn't help it. She spent so much time trying to be better- to fix herself.

She won't be the one to make Antonio feel that way. Not if she can help it.

“Mirabel…” Dolores whispers. “I’m sorry.” Unlike Antonio, she doesn't cry. She does however flash her cousin a grin and tell her it's okay. Her cousin leaves and Casita closes the door behind.

“Buenas noches, Casita.” She calls out and hears the tiles tap out a response.

[coffeecat1983]

Down the Road pt 7 (Mario movie fanfic)

"I'll try again tonight to talk with him, and I'll call you the minute he agrees to talk." Marianna said. "Marie, this might get ugly again, and I really don't want Papa involved, he doesn't need the stress, feisty as he is. Do you think you and Arthur could-?"

Marie smiled. "Call me when you're ready and I'll take him and Bria to get ice cream and have an evening out. I know Arthur won't leave the apartment right now though, he's going to hang around in case he's needed." "Damn right I'm not leaving." Arthur muttered. Marianna sighed with relief. "I can't thank you all enough for what you've done." "That's what we're here for." Tony chimed in. He clapped his hands together. "Now, we got a bit of a wait, and things are tense, so Art, how about a movie? Say, Young Frankenstein?" Marianna and Marie both groaned, excusing themselves to the kitchen for coffee. Mario and Luigi looked at each other and then their uncles. "What's Young Frankenstein?" Mario asked. Arthur and Tony just grinned at each other.

That evening, after another two movies, Mario was camped on the couch, showing Arthur how to play the new game system on the TV, with Tony and Luigi egging them on as they played. In the middle of their fun, Tony's phone beeped. He glanced at the screen. "Guys…" his tone cut through the laughter and chatter. He held up the phone. "Giovanni's ready to see us." Luigi grew tense, his breathing speeding up. Mario took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Arthur stood along with Tony. "You need me, just say so." he said. "Anything goes wrong, you come right back here, got it?" "Thanks Art." Tony looked at the boys and put a hand out to Luigi. "C'mon kiddo, your bro and I will be right beside you."

The mood in the dining room hadn't changed from that first night. It still felt incredibly tight and tense. Luigi was sitting in his usual chair, pulled away from the table. Mario and Tony were beside him like guards. Marianna was nearby and Giovanni was at the head of the table, arms folded and brow creased. Whether from thought or from anger, Tony couldn't tell. Marianna stepped forward. "Giovanni, don't you have something to say?" she prompted. Giovanni's gaze settled on Luigi. "I wanna know something. When did you decide you were like this?" "I-I didn't decide… I've always been like this." Luigi replied softly. The mood in the room shifted, somehow becoming tighter. "So you've been lying to me? I thought you liked that Destiny girl." Mario's hands clenched into fists. "Lu never lied to you! I was the one who liked Destiny, he never said he did!" "You stay outta this, Mario." Giovanni's tone was low again. "I don't need your mouth right now. Luigi, your mom has been on me about this, that we need to talk, but I don't see what about. What am I supposed to say? That it's 'fine' and go on like nothing has changed?" Luigi recoiled, letting out a sob. Mario immediately pulled him into a protective hug and Marianna rushed to his side, keeping an arm around her boys. Seeing his nephew cowering and in tears, combined with everything that had happened, Tony felt something snap. He stepped in front of them, facing Giovanni. "'What are you supposed to say'?" His heart started pounding as tears stung his eyes. "He's your family! Tell him you love him; you'll be there for him! That you don't hate him!" "And how do you know what I should say? You suddenly an expert on all this?!" "I know because it's what I've wanted you to say to me!" The anger and hurt in his voice hit Giovanni like a knife. He was stunned for a moment as it sank in. "Tony, what are you talking about?" "I'm telling you I'm done hiding! I promised Luigi I'd tell you about me when he told you, and I'm keeping my promise. I have been hiding who I am from you for years, terrified that you'd do to me what you just did to your own kid!" The room fell quiet, the only sounds were Luigi's soft sniffles and the ticking of the clock on the mantel. Marianna and Mario both held onto Luigi, with Mario focused on his little brother while Marianna kept an eye on her husband, her steely gaze never wavering. "I don't hate you," Giovanni finally said, "either of you." He looked up at Tony, and then to Luigi. "Luigi," Luigi glanced up, wiping at his eyes. "You're my son, you always will be. As for you," he turned to Tony. "I'm hurt you thought you had to hid from me all this time." Tony folded his arms and stared at the floor. "You're hurt?" It was Mario who spoke up. Tony moved aside but still stayed protectively in front of the boys, ready to keep Mario back if he needed to. He had never seen him look so angry, tears gathering in the teen's eyes. "You kick Lu out," Mario was shaking now, "tell him to leave, and you're the one hurt?! No wonder Uncle Tony never told you anything!" Tony and Marianna braced for the reply, but instead of a sharp response, Giovanni collapsed onto one of the dining chairs with a heavy sigh, looking like he had been dealt a strong blow. "You're right. What I did the other night was a mistake. I should have just taken a walk to cool my head." He looked at his sons. "I don't expect either of you to ever forgive me for that." Mario let out a soft sound of protest as Luigi pulled away from him and standing, took a few shaking steps towards Giovanni. His voice was low. "Dad, I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted for a kid." His soft words delivered the final hit. Giovanni broke. Standing, he put a hand on Luigi's shoulder. "Luigi, I… Look, it'll take me a little getting used to, but I will always love you." Luigi hugged him and Giovanni put an arm out towards Tony. "Get over here." Wiping away a few tears of his own, Tony joined them.

Finale coming soon!

By "CC"

[maewiiweam]

ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀɪᴇs ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ

„Come on, malishka. You can't just spend your weekend curled up in your   room." Mattheo pleaded as he sat down on the edge of Izzy's bed. She was  crying. He sighed moving closer to his girlfriend.

„What's wrong? You haven't told me yet" He carefully stroked her back as he   laid down behind her, putting his hands on her waist. Whispering comforting words and quiet shushes. Izzy didn't want to tell him what they were sad about. Stupid, that's what she called her reason.

They were homesick. Missing their dads and younger brother.

She didn't want to bother him with her family, knowing he's still not over  the death of his late brother. It's been years since he died but Mattheo never really got over it.

„Please talk to me" His strong russian accent rang through Izzy's ears,   silencing their low sobs. For a few minutes the only sound in the room were Izzy's sniffles.

„It's stupid" they whispered. Melting into Mattheo's touch on their waist.

„Hm?" Mattheo hummed continuing his movement on her waist.

„My reason. It's stupid." She sniffled again

„Oh malishka." He hugged her tightly, pulling her closer if even possible. „Why would it be stupid?" he kisses their cheek.

„I'm homesick."

„aw."  He gave his girlfriend's cheek a kiss. „It's not stupid, it's actually  kinda cute" She  felt his cheeky smile on her neck as he started  peppering kisses all over it.

„I don't want you to be sad anymore. What can I do to make you happy? You  know, besides just exist." They both laughed in sync as she turned to him. He took this as a sign to wipe away the rest their tears.

„I want..." They looked over his face with their lips pressed thin into a  smile. „Chocolate covered strawberries." Mattheo raised an eyebrow at Izzy.

„That's all?"

„You sound disappointed"

„No, no, I'm not...just hoped you'd I don't know...let me eat you out or   something? You know, happy head?" His attempt to try and stay serious failed miserably as he immediately started laughing after. Izzy received  a kiss before Mattheo stood up.

„I'll be right back with your strawberries." And just like that, Izzy is alone thinking about how much she loves Mattheo. And chocolate covered strawberries.

The loud beeping noise of her alarm wakes Izzy up in an instant. It was a goodbye gift from her dads when she left for college. Like she doesn't visit them ever second weekend they think every time they see the modern, grey alarm clock on their nightstand.

She swoops her legs off the bed tidying it up before making her way into the bathroom attached to their dorm's kitchen. On their way they can see  their roommate Mary still sleeping like a rock. Lucky her Izzy thinks. Never having to wake up early for classes.

Izzy  enters the small bathroom standing in front of the sink. Starting their  routine like always. Afterwards going to their closet to pick out an  outfit for the day. It's pretty sunny, I'll survive without too many layers. So they grab a pleaded skirt and turtle neck with no sleeves. Along with some funky socks, jewellery and her favourite doc Marten's, finishing their outfit. She grabs her bag and goes back into the   kitchen  and decides on a snack bar she found in the back of their sweets box. Good enough she told herself. But there is a reason she doesn't want to eat too much.

You see, her college was preparing for big events at the moment. Sport's finales, graduations, prom and the big summer break. This must be Izzy's favourite school season. Why? Simply because they start selling treats outside every school building. Even their comfort food. So when  she arrives at her favourite one, the chocolate covered strawberries booth, she really felt like a toddler on Christmas.

„Excuse me?" An unfamiliar, british accent catches the girl's attention. They   don't expect the person in front of them to be there. He is so close and so pretty. She surely is at loss of words.

„I'm looking for class 2-2, do you know where I can find it?" He occasionally looks at a barely alive looking piece of paper. Short glances towards the paper keep his attention off of the frozen girl. She can't help herself but stare at his beautiful face. The way his eyebrows knit as he tried to figure out if he read the notes correctly. His plum lips pressing into a thin line in concentration. And boy, his hair. Izzy slowly shakes their head to come back to this planet before answering.

„Yeah, that's -uh - that's my class." They clear their throat, not knowing when and how it dried up so quick. The mysterious man nods his head with a warm smile. „Just follow me" Izzy offers in a more question like tone rather than a statement. Intimidated, that's how she feels.

„Thank you, love. Lead the way" With that she brings the her unknown man, who might as well be a serial killer, to the doors of her 9 am lecture.

„This is it." Short and to the point. He gives Izzy another warm smile that makes their insides go warm. He quickly thanks her for her time and help before they both slip into the big room. There Izzy searches for a familiar, colorful head. Soup. They think as they spot a mix of washed out blue hair and some weird shade of orange. Probably expired dye. Izzy giggles at the thought making her way to her friend.

„Good morning, dearest Soup of them all." The brunette greats, leaving their   bag on the gigantic table. Soup pulls their attention off of their phone to look at Izzy sitting there with full enthusiasm.

„Good morning miss blushy cheeks." Soup teases, elbowing Izzy. Damn you, Soup. „Who got you blushing  this early in the morning?"

„What makes you think it's someone?"

„Well it's hard for me to believe that a brick has you all worked up" Maybe if it hit me in the face. they think.

„Well if you really want to-" The brunette's answer is cut short by the school bell and teacher requesting silence. Mr. Jones stood on the podium but today he isn't alone. There is someone standing next to him waiting to be handed over the class. Someone very familiar to Izzy, since they showed him the way here.

„Today with us here, in Journalism, is CEO Leander Edwards. A former student of mine. Who'll tell you all about his experiences with journalists." Everyone applaudes, Izzy now notices how sitting in the first row might not be such an amazing idea. Now that they're sitting right in front of Leander. Oh, Leander, what a pretty name.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones" He gives the teacher a cheeky smile. "Also thank you  all...So let's beginn shall we?" Is all Izzy could hear before they blended his accent and everyone else around them out. Oh, the way his lips move...

"Yo okay?" Soup's whispering voice wakes Izzy up from their daydreaming causing a loud gasp to escape from their mouth. And of course everyone had to look. As they look up to look at their teacher they lock eyes with Leander for a second. A magical second.

"Anything you want to share, Mrs. Laurent?" Her teacher asks putting more   attention on her, and more embarassement. Izzy quickly shakes their head  no as they whisper it. Her teacher realeases a loud hmpf before gesturing for Leander to continue. Just like Izzy, Leander couldn't keep his eyes off of her for the entire rest of the lesson. While Izzy looked at him with sorry eyes, hoping he won't hate her for ruining his lesson he was looking at her with curiosity and love.

[melancholy-vampire]

A stream of thoughts

The purpose of my life is evading me. I suppose at some point the nihilism won. My overthinking shoulders the sole responsibility for my unhappiness. Nothing around me feels real anymore. I’ll be having fun and then immediately be taken out of the moment by reminding myself that I’m mortal. That it’ll all come to an end anyway. Sometimes it feels like I’m biding my time, waiting to die. It’s difficult for me to find happiness in what used to bring me joy. It holds no meaning to me anymore. It’s all a pointless distraction until I kick the bucket. It makes me feel trapped in my body. Knowing that I can never escape the body that I’m confined in. I’ll live in this body and die in this body. Just another member in my family tree that no one will remember 100 or 200 years down the line. A passing face in the crowd. Stuck on this planet with other people who didn’t ask to be put here either. Sometimes I think about the skeleton that lays underneath my skin. About how in 100 years from now it’ll be all that remains of me (if I’m not cremated). And even then it’ll blend into the rest. “It was a girl, about 5′6...” Nothing of my appearance. Nothing of my hopes (or lack thereof) or aspirations. Nothing of how I felt in my day to day. Nothing of what made me human. And I’ll be stuck in oblivion. For the rest of eternity. From nothing I was born and for nothing I will die. All the in between is a mere blip of my existence. In the grand scheme of it all, I’m sunk. I had no choice in it all. How am I supposed to just live my life knowing that I’m doomed to die? That everyone around me meets the same fate? That we’re all just going about our day-to-day acting like it’s not true that one day we’ll stop existing at all. There’s only so long that one can live in misery. I don’t know how to lift myself out of this hole I’ve made myself. I’ve tried for so long. But the thought of it is like a familiar enemy. One that I’ve faced countless times, sometimes winning, sometimes not. But we’re stuck with each other. I keep coming back even though I know it’s no good for me. I doom myself to my own misery, self sabotaging along the way. I cling to a guy that sabotages himself, a mirror of my own misery. A possibility of who I could become. Addicted to substances while I try to drown out my pain. I want so desperately to give in to that lifestyle. To stop caring. It must be nice, to give up on myself so completely that I passively let things happen to me. To the point where I’m not even phased. I lie to myself daily, acting like I still like him when maybe I never truly did. Maybe I just liked the fact that he didn’t like me and that it would never go anywhere. Maybe I liked that there would be no reciprocation, and now that there’s hints, I want to reject him so completely. I know there will be no emotional intimacy, so what’s the point? But maybe the reason I fell for him in the first place was because I knew I wouldn’t have to give any of myself to him. I knew that I’d be able to keep my illusion of independence (it’s just another excuse for keeping my emotions to myself). I knew he wouldn’t talk about anything that really matters. That I can keep participating in this shallow excuse for a distraction. The only thing I look forward to seeing is him. I don’t completely forget my thoughts, but it helps. When he holds me, I feel a little less lonely. A little less terrible. I’ve starved myself of affection and emotion for so long that I can’t even fathom how to feel it. I refuse to let myself feel my emotions as deeply as I should. I feel like I’m long overdue for crying. Violently sobbing with my shoulders shuddering and my breaths gasping. Til my face goes red and I’m hugging myself for comfort. It’s a rare occasion when I let other people see me cry. It’s difficult to open up. I’m more emotionally closed off than I thought I was. I wish I could remember what made me feel this way. But I barely remember my childhood. I wish I could pinpoint a specific instance that started my bad habit of keeping my feelings to myself. But there is none. At least none that I recall. I’m too quiet for my own good. Unless you inquire, I won’t tell you how I really am doing. You won’t hear about my problems in depth unless you really poked and pried. I’m just as bad as him. I give just enough information for you to know I’m struggling, but not enough to know the struggles. And maybe that’s because I’ve picked it up out of habit. It’s rare when I have conversations of emotional depth with my friends. Perhaps it’s always been like this. And when someone does try to have an emotionally in depth conversation, I shy away from it. I’ll clamp down ten times harder. You’ll never know what I’m thinking daily. I create these problems for myself. A problem that every person has to face, yet I’m the only one fixated on it. To the point where it ruins my life. My ability to enjoy simple things like hanging out with my friends or playing my guitar or reading my book. I wish I could attribute it to a mental illness but it’s just poor mental health. I trap myself in the prison of my mind. I could push the thoughts away (and sometimes I try to) but it’s a problem I’ll have to face eventually. I only have one life, yet I’m fixated on my death. My life is ending before it even begins, my youth is slipping away before it even started and all I can do is sit here and think these stupid fucking thoughts in my stupid fucking brain and make everything worse for myself instead of trying to pull myself out of my misery and take pleasure in the simple things in life. To smile at the sun setting and the birds chirping and the wind on my face. I’m just tired. 

[crepuscularqueens]

oh no i got to the palamedes in his river bubble part of my htn reread and im gonna fucking cry

[purple-babygirl]

request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xx💜

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“Dada,”

She could see Bucky’s frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.

Bucky’s been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.

“Not now, angel,” Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.

“Wanna show you somethin’,” she whispered, biting back a smile.

“Later, angel. I’m busy right now.”

He regretted telling her to come in. He should’ve known she’d be nothing but a distraction.

“Dada, jus’ take one look,” she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Bucky’s desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.

“I said I was busy!” Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.

“Dada,” tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.

“Why don’t you ever listen!” Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, “How many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didn’t I?!” He let go of her arm with more force than he’d intended, making her stumble a little.

She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished she’d never left her playroom.

“Get out and don’t step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?” Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.

Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.

Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldn’t see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.

Why did he have to yell? He could’ve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldn’t he just go with it? He’s sworn he’d never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?

Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasn’t how a man should treat his girl.

He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angel’s damaged drawing and make it up to her.

Only it wasn’t a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.

She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.

A sad smile spread across Bucky’s lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that

- Dada will smile

- Dada will not be angry no more

- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)

- Dada will play with me after work

Dada: ……………..

The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the ‘terms’.

There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.

She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasn’t trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.

Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.

Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.

~

“Angel,” Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.

She wasn’t in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.

She’s made at least 6 of these ‘contracts’, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.

She’d obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.

Bucky’s hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.

“Angel, where are you, baby?” Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.

She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Bucky’s heart.

“Angel.”

She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.

Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.

She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Bucky’s throat as she opened her eyes again, “angel?”

“Please don’ hurt me. Won’ come to the office. Won’ leave the room.” She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.

This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.

“Angel, I would never hurt you. You know that.” Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.

He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.

She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.

It was too late and it didn’t matter what he said because he’d already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didn’t know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.

Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.

A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.

“I signed your contract, angel.” Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.

Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. I’m sorry,” Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.

She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.

She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.

He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.

“I-I’ll see you at lunch then.” Bucky sniffed again.

“And angel?” he called from the door, getting her attention.

“Thank you for caring for daddy. I love you.” Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didn’t say it back.

~

When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.

He wasn’t even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didn’t have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.

“Angel?” Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.

He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasn’t there either.

Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.

She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?

Tears distorted Bucky’s vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.

The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought he’d imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.

She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice she was roaming around with bare feet when he’d specifically asked her not to before.

That was the last of Bucky’s concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didn’t leave him even if he deserved it.

“Where were you, angel?” the tenderness of Bucky’s tone let her know he wasn’t mad at her for walking around shoeless.

“Couldn’ fin’ PinePine,” she replied softly, referring to the white feline, “’s lunch time.” Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Bucky’s.

He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.

She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.

“Where did you find, PinePine?” He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.

“Downstairs,” she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.

“Let’s go then. The table’s set.” Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.

She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Bucky’s pointer.

He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didn’t want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.

~

When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an “I’ll get back to work then.” behind her.

He didn’t actually get back to work. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.

How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?

A lamp lit above the mafia boss’ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.

Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.

His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:

- Angel will forgive Daddy

- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more

- Angel will sit on Daddy’s lap (even if she doesn’t wanna be quiet)

- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to

Angel: …………….

Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angel’s forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.

Bucky needed to know she wasn’t actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He wouldn’t be able to ever tolerate himself if she didn’t forgive him.

Bucky’s tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didn’t really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didn’t draw. He didn’t deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.

A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.

“Come in.”

He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.

Bucky looked up from his desk when he didn’t hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.

It was his girl who’d come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.

Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. He’s never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.

She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didn’t, she rounded the desk and stopped by Bucky’s chair.

Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.

Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Bucky’s thigh. Her gaze was glued to Bucky’s face, gauging his reaction. When Bucky’s frown didn’t show up she let her palm touch Bucky’s leg.

Bucky didn’t understand what she was doing but he wouldn’t dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what he’d done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.

With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Bucky’s chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Bucky’s strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.

Bucky’s heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.

“Angel?” his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.

She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didn’t want her where she was.

Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.

“Dada signed,” she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Oh, angel,” Bucky’s tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.

He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.

“I’m sorry, my angel. Forgive me,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“Dada,” her smaller hands cupped Bucky’s cheeks as sadness covered her features.

She’s never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his father’s funeral did he sob like that.

She didn’t know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.

She was Bucky’s everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.

Her short thumbs wiped under Bucky’s eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

The smell of her hair calmed Bucky’s heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, “I will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.”

Bucky’s hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, “I know,” she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

She stroked Bucky’s cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.

Oh she was a real angel. No one’s ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.

“I made you a contract too,” Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Bucky’s lap, planting her knees on the chair between Bucky’s open legs and stood on them to take a look.

She took her time reading the words and then she was off Bucky’s lap and bolting out of the room.

The man was about to lose it again, thinking she’d remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.

She climbed back on the chair between Bucky’s thighs, her glitter pen in hand.

Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.

She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.

“Angel signed,” she beamed, plopping herself against Bucky’s chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“I love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.” Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.

“I love you too, dada.” She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.

~~

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Thinking Abt how would some characters react (Gorou,Kokomi, Kazuha) if their sibling runs to their room crying from something. I JUST NEED SIBLING COMFORT MY BROTHER IS SO RUDE TO ME AL THE TIME😰

hi anon! I feel you my siblings are so rude and mean so I hope this helps!!

Their sibling runs to them crying:

༻Gorou ༺

This man immediately freezes when he hears your voice crying and then almost runs to you, embracing you in a hug and holding you tight as he strokes your hair comfortingly. As much as he wants to find whoever made you cry and “talk” with them you need him and he’s not going anywhere until you’re okay. Gorou is a general but he’s not afraid to speak up and be tough on whoever hurt his sibling, rubbing your fluffy ears and breaking apart to hold your face. “Hey- hey. It’s okay, I’m here, your brothers here. What happened?” His own ears and tail pinned to his head and dropping.

If you’re okay after you both talk then he’ll excuse himself to find whoever made you cry and have a nice “chat” with them, grateful if they apologize and explain what happened but he’s more than willing to use his status to remind people to behave. Gorou normally will try to reason an issue out rather than immediately go to violence to solve the problem if he can help it. If he can’t find the person or it was something else, he’ll try his best to cheer you up.

His tail wags and his soft ears perk up whenever you give a small smile or chuckle, he’ll even let you comb or take care of his tail if you want. The same goes for you, he’s more than willing to cheer you up if it means brushing your tail or rubbing your head. You’re his sibling and he’s going to make sure you stay safe and happy, you’re all he has after all.

༻Kaedehara Kazuha༺

The wandering samurai hears sobs coming from away down the port and goes to investigate when you come rushing into him, revealing that you’re the one crying. Soft hushes fill your ears as your brother holds you close and leads you to a much quieter area so you’re not out in the open. “N/N what’s wrong? Why have tears plagued your face?” You explain what happened and he quietly listens, taking in what you say and rubbing comforting circles on your back.

Rather than confront the person or thing that caused this reaction, he knows that you need comfort more and he is going to be a that stable pillar in your life. He lost his friend but he’s not going to lose his only family, Kazuha treasures you so much and more than you might believe. Since you often come on the crux with him, helping out Beidou like he does he never has to worry about being nations away from you and a bonus is he can have the sibling snuggles that he craves sometimes. The platinum blonde hums a song your mother sang to you when you were both little in hopes to distract you from the negative thoughts painting your vision and laying back against the grass under him.

Soon enough your sobs have calmed down to small sniffles and he’s smiling at your figure nuzzling into him for more comfort, softly singing some lyrics off the top of his head. It’s more than possible his singing lulled you into sleep with the sun warming your back and a sweet melody dancing in your head. Even more likely Kazuha is asleep also because of his own song and Beidou soon finds the Kaedehara siblings sleeping against one another next to the port.

༻Kokomi༺

The high priestess is often always busy and never in more than one place but when she goes to write some reports in her special hideout, who does she see but you crying and holding yourself as you look for her. Kokomi goes to call out your name and you run into her, not hesitating to hug her and mumble out apologies for taking up some time out of her day only to be interrupted by your sister. “N/N, you never have to apologize for anything. Take a deep breath,” She motioned with herself and smiled when you tried to follow. “ Please tell me what happened? What’s wrong?”

For the next hour, you spill out all your worries and troubles to your sister, apologizing many times when you express concerns for her mental health and being able to take this in. Reminding you that their siblings and both of you can come to each other, booping your nose and giggling. “How about we take a walk around Watatsumi and then we can get some lunch, hm?” Nodding in agreement, you took her hand and wiped your eyes, grinning at how amazing your sister was and how lucky you were to have her. Kokomi thought the same about you, you were always a constant in her life and never put her on a pedestal like everyone else did, a family member that didn’t expect so much from her.

You ran ahead to look at the foxes around a shrine and laughed at how they tried to pop the bubbles floating up from the ground, waving hello to some villagers that were also on a walk. “Kokomi look! These butterflies are dancing with each other.” The pink and blueish butterfly fluttered around the air and plants, she laughed and agreed with you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N.” “So am I. Thanks, sis.”

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

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Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.    

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’  

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.  

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.  

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.  

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”  

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

 “Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes  

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”  

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”  

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)  

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.  

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.  

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.  

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.  

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.  

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.  

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.  

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.  

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

[tennessoui]

KISSIES! Number 4 for Obikin (I see they list maker has already read KUWSK for accidental kiss inspiration!) And goof luck with the new job!!!

ahh thank you!! i'm currently writing this in between doing things for my job, so have this bit of fluff! (if only in KUWSK obi-wan had realized he'd accidentally kissed anakin at all instead of running away rip)

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

(2k)

So Obi-Wan and Anakin kiss now. Sometimes. Well, a lot. Just platonic brushes of lips against temples and cheeks in greeting or goodbye. Every kiss lasts barely longer than a second, and there is absolutely no reason for Obi-Wan to hold his breath every time Anakin leans forward to kiss him or turn his face to the side expectantly for his master's kisses.

It had started out a bit as an accidental stopgap, to be very honest. Sidious had been defeated in the nick of time, Anakin had been left reeling from the betrayal of his friend and mentor--even in his head, Obi-Wan can't help drench that word with all the derision of a wife scorned. Oh, and wife, another revelation in the throes of countless others. Wife, mother, massacre.

Obi-Wan can't pretend his opinion of the fair senator hadn't dropped dangerously low upon hearing from her that she'd been little less than a witness to Anakin's slaughter of the Tusken village and then married him afterwards, acting as judge and jury to his executioner all the while Obi-Wan had been across the galaxy, clueless of just how close his apprentice had come to Falling.

But even he cannot judge her too harshly. Not when he himself had grasped his padawan in a hug just this side of desperate, even after he knew of his atrocities. It's Anakin. It's Anakin.

But that hadn't made it any easier to see him or be around him in the immediate aftermath of the discovery. Anakin had cornered him in the deserted Council Chambers, dawn spilling over his head and turning his golden curls to fire as he glared wetly at Obi-Wan. "You hate me now, you want me to leave, you're disgusted by me, you can't stand the sight of me--"

And for a second, oh, how Obi-Wan wished that were true. But he may never be capable of hating Anakin. "Excuse me," he had thrown back sharply. "As it's taking longer than you'd like to rework my moral code so as to love you still and respect myself at all."

Anakin hadn't liked this much, but then Obi-Wan hadn't thought he would. Of course his padawan would read the rejection in his words before thinking about what it meant that Obi-Wan was willing to bend his entire worldview so as to still hold Anakin dear.

And then, a few nights later, Obi-Wan had cornered Anakin in his quarters. He'd asked him when he planned to leave the Order, to which Anakin had sneered that oh, he'd like that wouldn't he, to which Obi-Wan, at the end of his rope, had grabbed the front of his awful padawan's robes and brought him close enough to grab into his arms.

"Of course not," he'd muttered, grappling with Anakin's struggling figure until the boy goes limp and still against him, allowing himself to be tucked under his chin. "Of course I don't want that. I'm only thinking of your wi--your wants."

"I don't know what I want," Anakin had finally muttered. His hands, Obi-Wan remembers, had fisted into the fabric of his robes. "Can't I have it all?" He'd sounded so young, so--so young that Obi-Wan had not been able to stop himself from pressing a kiss to his temple.

"No," he'd said. "No, I'm sorry, dear one. You cannot. Not this time."

Anakin had sobbed then, and Obi-Wan's heart had broken with him because he knew Anakin would choose a life away from the Order, a family he built instead of the Jedi. Instead of Obi-Wan.

He'd kissed him again, just a hard press against his forehead and then down to his cheekbone. Perhaps he'd been crying as well. He'd never entertained the idea that he would lose Anakin after the end of the war, not really.

His padawan had cried himself to the point of exhaustion eventually, and after several long moments of holding him to his chest--selfishly, for no one else's benefit save for Obi-Wan's peace of mind--he'd let him fall into his bed with one final breathless kiss to his forehead. He'd thought it'd be the last time he'd ever see Anakin, depending on how furious the boy was with him after he left the Order. If Anakin saw his separation from the Jedi as Obi-Wan's own fault, he'd never darken his doorstep again.

So Obi-Wan had taken his time leaving the sleeping Anakin behind. He'd come to tell him that he'd accepted a rushed mission to a previously Separatist controlled planet. It would take weeks.

He'd hoped, privately but ardently, that Anakin would be gone by the time he returned. That his things would be cleared from their joint quarters and he'd already be set up and living on Naboo with his wife so that Obi-Wan would not have to watch him leave.

But that isn't how it happens, and Obi-Wan still doesn't quite understand at all.

He'd come back to the Temple, dragging his feet through the Mid-Rim planets all the way until his ship docked at the hangar bay.

And Anakin had been waiting for him right there, looking torn between prickly delight at seeing him again and irritation, probably for having run out on him earlier. And then Anakin had marched right up to him and clasped his face in both hands, tilting it up and kissing him on the forehead.

Their divorce had been as quiet as their marriage had been, and though Obi-Wan spent the next several months walking around on eggshells around Anakin, the man seems...fine. Perhaps a bit more physically affectionate than he'd ever been before, but he must be able to understand on some level that Obi-Wan won't turn him away--is physically incapable of turning him away.

So now they kiss hello and goodbye and they hold hands a lot and if they're sitting across from each other at the table, one of them will hook his ankle around the other's.

Obi-Wan suspects that these are the sort of casual touches Anakin had gotten from his wife--ex-wife--whenever they saw each other. And he'd touched Ahsoka a lot as well, never the way he and Obi-Wan touch each other now, of course, but there'd still been a constant stream of contact between Anakin and his padawan, Anakin and his men. Now it's just Obi-Wan left who can fill all those absences.

And, a small voice in his head won't let himself forget, Palpatine--Sidious--had been able to get so close to Anakin, had been able to almost win, because he'd been able to convince Anakin that Obi-Wan couldn't be trusted, that Obi-Wan did not particularly care for him.

Even thinking about it brings a sneer to his face and a pang to his heart. Because Anakin hadn't known, hadn't been able to disprove Sidious and perhaps that mistake is Obi-Wan's to bear. After all, it's so obvious now how Anakin softens and flourishes under Obi-Wan's gentle touches, the way he turns his cheek towards him now, the way his force signature bubbles around them in pure joy at the physical affection.

Sometimes Obi-Wan wonders cynically if Anakin would have left the Jedi had Obi-Wan not broken and kissed him that one night.

But it's of no matter.

Just now sometimes they kiss. A lot. No one, Obi-Wan is sure, thinks anything of it except for Obi-Wan himself who cannot stop thinking about it for whatever reason.

And, of course, except for Ahsoka, who calls them both every few days just to check in and say hello and make sure neither of them are being manipulated by any other sith lords.

The first time Anakin had had to leave the call early, he'd brushed a kiss along Obi-Wan's cheekbone as he'd shrugged on his outer robe and left without another word. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan had stared at each other for several long moments of silence.

"Master Kenobi?"

"It's nothing," he had said just as quickly, feeling a burning blush spread across his cheeks. "Just. Working on being more. Open. And affectionate."

"Hm," Ahsoka had replied, crossing her arms. "Well. I'll tell Anakin to be careful with you, Master."

Obi-Wan had spluttered. "Careful with me?" Out of the pair of them, Obi-Wan's the one who didn't massacre a village, didn't get married, didn't lose his padawan, didn't get his arm cut off, didn't almost Fall to the Sith, etcetera etcetera.

But Ahsoka had nodded confidently and ended the transmission only a few minutes later.

And then, only a few weeks later, she'd come to visit the Temple itself. When Anakin had left for Archive duty, he'd dropped a kiss onto the top of Obi-Wan's head and given a friendly wave to Ahsoka.

"He's always the one doing it," she'd pointed out apropos of nothing, several hours later. "Either he kisses you or he, like, asks you to kiss him."

"He's never asked," Obi-Wan had corrected indignantly.

"He tilts his head and the one time you left a call without kissing him, he was in a sulk the rest of the time. Even when we were talking about podracing. Podracing, Master. He loves podracing. Do you know what it means that he didn't want to talk about it?"

Obi-Wan had huffed.

"It means he loves your kisses more than podracing!"

Obi-Wan, in all his maturity and wisdom, had changed the subject rather abruptly.

But that doesn't mean her words don't stay with him through the days and weeks, all the way up until now, this very moment.

The door to their quarters slides open and Anakin looks up at him from the table with an automatic grin. His arm is laying open on the table, and Obi-Wan looks away from it habitually before he remembers that Anakin had told him quite shyly the other week that he didn't care if Obi-Wan saw the mess of his mecho-arm.

He's always the one doing it, Ahsoka's words ring in his ears as he shrugs off his outer cloak and hangs it up by the door. It shouldn't always be Anakin doing it. Obi-Wan should as well. But Obi-Wan is trying. Doesn't anyone care that he's trying? That perhaps constant platonic physical affection does not come naturally to him?

Should they instead be trying to wean Anakin off these kisses, these casual brushes of hands, feet, lips?

The idea has merit, but it isn't one Obi-Wan entertains for long as he turns back to Anakin and stalks closer. He doesn't particularly want to give up the kisses, the touches. They mean that Anakin is here. That Anakin chose him. This. The Order. But him.

But wouldn't it be worse if Anakin starts to think that he is forcing the kisses onto Obi-Wan? How much of an effort can he make? Can either of them make before they have to talk to each other?

Anakin is bent back over his arm by the time Obi-Wan makes it to his side of the table. "Hey, Master," he starts to say, turning his head upwards just as Obi-Wan leans down to kiss his cheek in greeting.

And misses.

Their lips connect and then hold for several seconds where they're both frozen by surprise.

When Obi-Wan moves, he jolts back. Anakin is sitting, arm forgotten as he stares up at Obi-Wan. His lips are tingling slightly and Obi-Wan can't resist the urge to bite at one. Should he apologize? Should he laugh?

And then something that looks a lot like hope begins to spread across Anakin's face as his eyes fall to Obi-Wan's mouth. "Master," he murmurs, sounding borderline worshipful.

Obi-Wan can't take that tone of voice, not from Anakin. He leans forward again and captures his lips. Anakin shudders and presses up and forward, and Obi-Wan can see his eyes fall closed as he lets out the tiniest, most disbelieving little moan.

Perhaps they'll halt the platonic kisses after all, he thinks right before he stops thinking at all.

Or, at least. The platonic bit.