#I just think it makes a lot of sense for her to go through a redesign post break up instead of going back to something

[kateschi]

two heroes, one marriage

synopsis: having stolen the hearts of fans with your teamwork and marraige, you and katsuki are called in for a joint interview.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

the magazine spread featuring you and katsuki as top pro heroes has the fanbase buzzing for weeks.

power couples aren’t uncommon, but the combination of your joint success and explosive chemistry—both literally and figuratively—makes you stand out.

when you both get asked to sit down for a joint interview, it’s hard to say no, especially when the public can’t seem to get enough of the dynamic between you and your husband.

sitting side by side on a plush sofa in the brightly lit studio, katsuki bristles with impatience, his jaw clenched as the interviewer introduces the segment.

it’s a familiar scene—his fiery personality on display for everyone to see—but you can feel the underlying tension, the way his body leans subtly closer to yours for grounding.

“so, the two of you are recognized as two of the top heroes of the year, and fans are really curious to know how you manage your lives as heroes and as a married couple,” the interviewer begins with a polite smile, clearly trying to ease into the conversation.

before you can respond, katsuki’s sharp voice cuts through the air.

“what the hell kinda question is that?” he snaps, eyes narrowing as he crosses his arms. “we do our damn jobs, and we go home. simple as that.”

you stifle a laugh, used to his bluntness by now. gently placing a hand on his arm, you intervene.

“what he means,” you say, casting a glance at katsuki that makes him grumble, “is that it’s about finding a rhythm. we both understand each other’s work, so we don’t get in each other’s way.”

katsuki grunts, his fiery gaze fixed on the interviewer. “she knows how to handle herself; doesn’t need me micromanaging her every move.”

despite his words, his hand finds its way to your lower back, fingers pressing into the fabric of your suit.

his touch is subtle, a quiet reassurance in the midst of his usual tough demeanor, but you know it means he’s keeping you close, watching out for you in his own way.

the interviewer picks up on the moment, nodding enthusiastically.

“it sounds like you both have a lot of trust in each other. how do you support one another with the high demands of your careers?”

katsuki clicks his tongue, clearly irritated. “support? we’re pros. we know what we’re doin’ out there.”

but just as you’re about to add something, he turns his head slightly to you, his voice dropping just enough for you to hear the change in tone.

“that doesn’t mean I won’t blow the ass off anyone who even thinks about messin’ with her,” he mutters.

you chuckle softly, nudging him with your elbow. “and here I thought I didn’t need you hovering around.”

“shut up,” he grumbles, but there’s no real bite in his tone.

his hand stays on your back, thumb brushing up and down in a way only you notice. “just ‘cause you’re strong doesn’t mean I’m not gonna make sure you’re alright.”

the interviewer, sensing an opportunity, leans in. “mister dynamight, you seem pretty protective of your wife. would you say that’s how you balance work and home life?”

katsuki’s eyes flash, his scowl deepening. “of course, I’m protective. you think I’d let her get caught up in any shit without me there to take care of it?”

his voice is sharp, but the way his arm shifts slightly to pull you closer is anything but harsh. “we don’t even need to talk about this crap.”

you smile to yourself, knowing this is as close to an open display of affection as katsuki will get in public.

his explosive personality never wavers, but there are cracks in his tough exterior that only you can see—moments where his concern for you bleeds through.

when the interviewer pushes on, asking about how your relationship works in the field, katsuki scoffs again.

“are you gonna keep asking this?” he snaps, before glancing at you, his hand tightening just slightly at your waist.

he sighs, trying to compose himself. “we work together ‘cause we’re a team, a hella good one at that.”

his little proud smirk makes your heart flutter. you decide to tease him a little. “oh, so you’re saying you can’t live without me on the battlefield, huh?”

his glare is immediate, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “don’t twist my words! I just—”

he cuts himself off, grumbling under his breath.

“you’re the one who keeps me in check, alright? so yeah, maybe i do rely on you. you’re my wife, and I am your husband. that’s natural! don’t make a big deal out of it.”

your husband huffs and looks away, which makes you giggle.

meanwhile, the interviewer chuckles nervously, clearly amused by the exchange. “it seems like you two have a really solid partnership.”

katsuki rolls his eyes. “damn right we do. we’ve got each other’s backs. that’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it’s gonna stay.”

as the interview wraps up, you feel katsuki’s hand slip from your waist, but his presence lingers, as solid and steady as ever.

once you’re off-camera and away from the prying eyes of the public, katsuki turns to you, his expression softening in that rare way that only you ever get to see.

“let’s get outta here,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “this interview crap’s a waste of time.”

you laugh, slipping your hand into his. “let's hope they don't cut you out like they did in highschool.”

“shut the hell up.” but despite his grumbling, he doesn’t let go of your hand, his grip tightening just slightly as you walk together out of the studio.

kofi — navigation — masterlist

do not copy, translate, or plagarize

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

Sypnosis [The idea, the reality of the Safe Haven seemed like a dream. Practiced words of security and all, you really wanted to believe it. But your body finally gave out on you.]

Characters [Poppy, Doey The Dougman]

Note || I canNOT, stop thinking about this chapter. Had to get something out, RAGHHHH.

The Safe Haven was a sight for sore eyes. After what felt like an eternity of running, hiding, and barely escaping death, the sight of a place that promised some semblance of safety should’ve felt like relief. But it didn’t. Not for you. Not after everything you’d been through—everything you had to endure. Your mind raced with fragmented memories, sharp jabs of terror, grief, and pain.

Poppy, with her porcelain skin cracked and her freckled face stained with something like sorrow, had said something. You couldn’t quite recall what. Her words blurred in the haze of dizziness, each syllable becoming more distant as you stumbled forward, breath ragged and shallow. Kissy Missy, bruised and battered, limped behind you, her usually vibrant form now barely recognizable. The damage was too much; you could see that in her eyes. She wasn't the playful, colorful mascot anymore. She was a broken thing, her energy and joy long siphoned away by the cruelty of whatever twisted force controlled this place.

Doey had already disappeared ahead of you, his doughy body oozing through the walls, reshaping as he went to ensure a path for you, keeping watch for anything dangerous. You could hear his voice echo back to you, encouraging but soft, "It’s just a little farther, hang in there."

But you could barely move anymore. Your limbs were heavy, like lead weights had been strapped to them, your chest tight with every breath. The psychological toll of the horrors you’d witnessed, the twisted machinations of the toys, the monstrous creatures, the feeling of being hunted—it had crushed you. Every time you closed your eyes, the faces of those you failed to save haunted you. And yet, the worst part of it all wasn’t the bloodshed. It was the realization that none of this had really been an accident. This place, the factory, Playtime Co. itself—it had been engineered, designed to trap, to break, to destroy. The lines between the real world and the horrors within had blurred beyond recognition.

But the Safe Haven was supposed to be different. They had told you it would be.

"Poppy... what’s happening?" You barely whispered, stumbling forward, your hand reaching for her as if she could somehow anchor you to sanity.

She glanced at you, her cracked porcelain face betraying something deeper than concern—fear. But she masked it quickly with a false sense of politeness, that same flicker of the commercial persona. "We’re safe, just for a moment. Doey’s gone to prepare a place for you to rest. You need to sleep. You’ve... been through a lot."

The words sounded hollow, too rehearsed. You saw the cracks in her mask, the way her hands trembled ever so slightly, like she was holding something back. Something far darker than just the factory’s horrors.

But before you could ask more, your body rebelled. Your legs gave way, the floor rushing up to meet you with a suddenness that felt like fate had finally decided to claim its prize. The world around you blurred, spinning into a vortex of shapes and colors you couldn’t make sense of. A warm, tingling numbness spread through your limbs, and everything—the noise, the cold, the crushing fear—faded away into the suffocating embrace of blackness.

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When you woke, the first thing you felt was warmth. It wasn’t the sterile, metallic chill of the factory, nor the harsh stabs of cold that had been your constant companion in the last few hours. No, this felt different. Soft, welcoming, like something familiar.

For a moment, you almost wished it was just a dream. You wanted to close your eyes again, to pretend you could go back to a time before all of this—the monster-filled corridors, the broken toys, the grotesque creations. But you couldn’t. The memories burned too bright, too sharp.

You opened your eyes slowly, your gaze falling on the dimly lit room around you. It was nothing like the rest of the factory—small, homely even. The walls, though still bearing the industrial scars of the facility, had been adorned with what little warmth could be found in this hellscape. A blanket. A chair. The soft hum of a distant power grid keeping things alive. For the first time since you’d entered this nightmare, you felt almost safe.

But that peace didn’t last long. As your vision cleared, you saw the figures sitting in the corners of the room. Poppy, who hadn’t left your side, stood near the door. She was watching you, a mixture of relief and something darker in her eyes. And Doey, the plump, doughy creature who had led you here, was pacing anxiously by the wall, his multi-colored arms twitching nervously.

“You’ve been out for a while,” Doey said softly, his voice carrying a hint of concern, though he tried to mask it with a smile. His orange and yellow limbs flexed as he continued to move, seemingly uncomfortable in the quiet.

Poppy spoke next, her voice softer now, stripped of the false cheer she used to mask her true emotions. “You’re safe here. For now. But…” She hesitated, glancing at the door, as though she could feel the very presence of something lurking just beyond it. “We don’t have much time.”

Your heart skipped, but it was different now. There was no running, no desperate flight. You were here, in this moment, still alive. That was all that mattered. But the reality of what you’d been through—what you had to survive—settled heavily on your chest. The thought of continuing on, of facing whatever nightmare lay beyond this brief respite, made the idea of sleep seem almost impossible.

“I can’t…” You started, your voice barely a whisper. “I can’t keep doing this.” The words felt weak, pathetic even, but they were true. The doctor, the toys, the horror—the toll had been too much.

Poppy’s smile wavered again, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she knelt beside you, her porcelain skin reflecting the dim light. “You’re not alone,” she said, her voice barely audible. “We’ll face it together, okay? You can rest for now. You’ve earned it.”

But you could feel the weight of her words. Together. It was a fragile promise, one that carried with it more uncertainty than comfort. Still, you had to believe in it. Because in this place, with the world crumbling around you, it was the only thing left worth fighting for.

You closed your eyes once more, but this time, the darkness was different. It wasn’t filled with monsters or screams. It was filled with something far simpler, far more fragile—hope.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to rest.

[gpcwsl]

Alessia Russo x Reader

- Next step -

MasterList

Warnings: very suggestive, kissing, making out, no smut though.

The night was alive with celebration. The Lionesses had just secured their Euros victory, and the team had taken over a cozy corner bar to revel in their hard-earned success. Bottles of champagne were passed around, laughter echoed throughout the room, and fans cheered in admiration. But amidst all the excitement, Ella Toone had a new mission: to get her best friend, Alessia Russo, to loosen up and have some fun.

“Alessia, you’re basically married to the game at this point,” Ella said, slinging an arm around her friend’s shoulders as they both sat in the booth. “Tonight’s the night. You need to let loose and—” She paused dramatically, scanning the bar. “Find someone to hook up with.”

Alessia, who had been sipping her drink quietly, rolled her eyes. “Ella, I’m not in the mood for a hook-up right now.” She glanced over at her best friend, amused by her insistence. “And I’m certain I don’t need your help with that.”

“Oh, come on,” Ella grinned mischievously, her eyes darting to a figure sitting alone at the bar. “What about them? A little fun won’t hurt.”

Alessia followed her gaze to you, sitting casually at the bar with a drink in hand. You had a relaxed air about you, not engaging in the group frenzy of post-victory excitement but rather observing with a quiet smile.

“Ella,” Alessia warned, but Ella was already up, pushing her toward the bar.

“Just go say hi. They’re perfect for you. Trust me,” Ella said, her grin widening as she nudged her friend forward.

Alessia hesitated for a moment, then sighed, getting up and following her friend’s plan—albeit reluctantly.

You noticed her the moment she walked over. Alessia Russo—one of the stars of the tournament, effortlessly glowing, her presence commanding yet down-to-earth. You’d recognized her earlier, but you hadn’t expected her to come up to you.

“Hi,” Alessia said, her voice smooth and warm. “Mind if I join you for a drink?”

You smiled, motioning to the empty stool beside you. “Of course. Can’t say no to company, especially after such a big night.” You offered her a playful wink, not missing the fact that she’d taken a deep breath before sitting down.

“Yeah, I guess that was a pretty big win for us,” Alessia said, her fingers wrapping around her glass. She seemed a little out of her element but was determined not to show it.

“You’re Alessia Russo, right? I’ve been hearing your name a lot tonight.” You leaned in slightly, genuinely curious and enjoying the warmth of her energy.

Alessia laughed, her cheeks tinged with the slightest shade of pink. “That’s me. But no need to make it a big deal.” Her gaze held yours, and for a moment, there was a brief pause, a subtle tension forming between the two of you.

She tilted her head, her expression shifting as her eyes softened. “I didn’t expect you to be alone tonight.”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Sometimes it’s nice to watch the chaos from the sidelines.”

“Well, I’ll be honest,” she said, leaning in just a little closer, “it’s much more fun to be in the chaos, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond, she moved her glass aside, her hand coming to rest on the counter, her fingers brushing against yours. The touch was subtle but electric, sparking a sense of anticipation. You met her gaze again, now more intense, the playful smile still lingering on your lips.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said, your voice lowering slightly. “But chaos can be a little… dangerous, don’t you think?”

Alessia’s breath hitched at your words, her lips parting slightly as she looked at you. “Depends on what kind of danger you’re talking about.” Her voice was softer now, the playful teasing replaced by something deeper, more intrigued.

It didn’t take much more than that for the atmosphere to shift. With a single motion, you slid your hand over to hers, your fingers lightly grazing the back of her hand. The small touch sent a wave of warmth through you both, and Alessia’s smile widened, her eyes never leaving yours.

“You know, I think I can handle a little danger,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was electric, sending a rush of desire through both of you. It started soft and tentative, but the more your lips moved together, the more urgent the kiss became.

You gently cupped her face, deepening the kiss, your heart racing as her hands slid up to your waist, pulling you closer. The world around you seemed to disappear, the noise of the bar fading into the background as you were consumed by the kiss.

When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were breathless, your lips tingling. Alessia’s hand rested on your thigh, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and something much more intense.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Sometimes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “you just need to throw yourself into it.” She gave you a sly smile. “Want to keep going?”

The tension between you was undeniable, and just as you were about to answer, you felt Ella’s eyes on you. She was standing a few steps away, clearly watching the whole interaction unfold, a teasing grin plastered across her face.

“Ella, stop staring,” Alessia groaned, turning slightly, but the playful smile never left her lips.

Ella raised her glass, giving you both an exaggerated thumbs-up. “I knew it. Go get ’em, Alessia,” she called, before turning back to the group, leaving you and Alessia to your moment.

Alessia rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “She’s the worst.”

You chuckled, still captivated by her energy. “Don’t worry, I think she approves.”

With a smirk, Alessia leaned in again, this time brushing her lips against yours in a teasing kiss. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

The night at the bar was in full swing now, with the Lionesses continuing to celebrate their Euros victory in their usual chaotic, jubilant manner. The music was louder, the laughter was infectious, and everyone had long since loosened up, enjoying the euphoria of the win.

But amidst the celebration, Alessia and you found yourselves drifting into your own bubble, each touch and glance more charged than before. You both had drunk just enough to let go of any inhibitions, the alcohol loosening you up as your flirtation turned into something more heated, more urgent.

“You know,” Alessia slurred lightly, her words slightly unsteady as she leaned into you, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so impressed with a stranger before.”

You laughed softly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You really don’t think I’m a stranger anymore, do you?”

She shrugged playfully, the tips of her fingers tracing a slow line along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “Not when you kiss like that. And definitely not when you look at me like that.”

You could feel the heat between you growing as her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there. Every part of you wanted her, wanted to feel the electric tension that had been building between you since the moment you met.

“You’re making it hard to concentrate,” you said, voice low as you leaned in closer.

Her breath hitched as you brushed your lips against hers, the kiss slow and intoxicating, full of the need that had been building all night. The alcohol in your system made everything feel more intense, more urgent, but you both knew this wasn’t just a drunken whim.

This was real.

“Want to get out of here?” Alessia asked between kisses, her hands sliding up your back to pull you even closer.

Without saying another word, you grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bar. Neither of you cared about the stares or the noise—your focus was entirely on each other.

The cool night air hit your face as you stepped out into the street, your pulse racing. You didn’t even know where you were going, only that you needed to get somewhere quieter, somewhere you could have her all to yourself.

Alessia’s hand never left yours as she followed you, her body close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. The moment you found an empty alley, you stopped, turning to face her, your lips meeting hers again in a kiss that was hungry and desperate.

The world outside seemed to vanish. It was just the two of you now, your bodies pressed together as you kissed with abandon. Alessia’s hands slid down to your hips, pulling you into her as she let out a soft moan, the sound only spurring you on.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with desire as she trailed kisses down your neck.

You leaned your head back, gasping as her lips moved to your skin. “Alessia,” you breathed, your hands gripping her shoulders as she kissed a trail lower, the heat between you growing stronger.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, her hands trembling slightly as she brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, barely able to form words. All you could think about was how badly you wanted her, how everything about this moment felt so right.

When you finally made it to your flat, the door slammed shut behind you as Alessia wasted no time, her lips crashing into yours as soon as you stepped inside. Her hands were everywhere—your waist, your hips, your back—pulling you closer, pushing you further until there was no space left between you.

The kiss deepened, both of you frantic now, the alcohol heightening every touch, every sensation. Alessia’s hands slid beneath your clothes, her touch sending waves of heat through you, and you responded eagerly, your hands skimming down her body as you moved together.

In a blur of motion, you found yourselves in the bedroom. Clothes were discarded, both of you too eager to waste time. The moment you were both naked, Alessia hovered over you, her body pressing down against yours as she kissed you with such intensity that it left you breathless.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice a mixture of desire and concern as she looked down at you.

You pulled her closer, your lips brushing against hers as you whispered, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And with that, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Alessia, only the heat of her body against yours, the rhythm of your movements, the quiet sounds of your breaths as you gave in to each other.

Every touch, every kiss, was a promise, an exploration of the connection between you. You had no idea how long the night lasted, only that when the two of you finally collapsed together, tangled in sheets, you felt completely whole.

The next morning, you woke up to Alessia lying beside you, her hand resting on your waist, her soft breath against your neck. For a moment, you just lay there, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the window, everything feeling perfect, peaceful.

When Alessia stirred and woke up, she smiled softly at you, her blue eyes half-lidded but filled with affection. “You’re still here,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you replied, pulling her closer, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss.

She smiled, her hand caressing your cheek. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

The days that followed that wild night were just as intense, though quieter. There was something uniquely intimate about waking up next to Alessia every morning, tangled in the sheets, her body pressed against yours. It felt like the two of you had crossed an unspoken threshold, and now everything between you was raw and real—no barriers, just the connection you shared.

You spent the next week basking in that new, deepened intimacy. The two of you would get lost in each other’s arms, your kisses lingering, your hands exploring slowly as if you were both trying to memorize the feel of one another. Every touch was more meaningful, every kiss more passionate.

One evening, as you and Alessia curled up on the couch after a long day, she looked at you with a glint in her eye that made your stomach flip.

“Hey,” she said softly, turning to face you. “Do you want to go away again? Like, just the two of us. Somewhere quiet. I think we need more time like that.”

You smiled, your fingers brushing along the back of her hand. “I’d love that. A weekend away. Just you, me, and nothing else.”

Her lips curled into a smile, and she kissed you gently, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise. “Let’s do it. I want more moments with you—just us.”

The weekend getaway was exactly what the two of you needed. You found a secluded cabin in the countryside, away from the prying eyes of the city and the hectic schedule of daily life. The whole weekend felt like a secret, a shared space where no one could interrupt the quiet moments you carved out for each other.

Alessia loved the calm. You would spend your mornings wrapped up in blankets, drinking coffee together, talking about anything and everything. At night, you would find yourselves by the fire, the glow of the flames reflecting in her eyes as she looked at you with that softness you’d come to crave.

One evening, as you sat by the fire, Alessia’s hand resting lightly on your leg, she looked over at you with that familiar, intense gaze.

“I love these moments with you,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “It’s not just the sex, or the passion—it’s this—the quiet. The way I feel when it’s just you and me.”

You met her gaze, your heart swelling. “I love you, Alessia. I love everything about us, and I’m so grateful for this—everything we have.”

Without another word, she leaned in to kiss you, soft and slow, as if savoring the moment. Her fingers traced the outline of your jaw as she deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. Your bodies pressed together, the warmth from the fire mixing with the heat between you, and you couldn’t help but respond with equal urgency.

“You’re perfect,” Alessia murmured between kisses, her lips moving to your neck as you tilted your head to give her better access. “I never want to stop being close to you.”

“I don’t either,” you whispered, hands moving to her back, feeling the warmth of her skin under the fabric of her shirt.

Her breathing became faster as she kissed you again, her body pressing into yours as you both let go, letting the moment carry you away.

The following days felt like a dream. You explored the quiet countryside, taking long walks hand in hand, stopping by local markets and buying trinkets. But it was the nights that stood out the most, where Alessia would pull you close after a long day, and the two of you would fall into each other, bodies entangled, hearts racing, and love spilling out in every touch.

Each time she kissed you, each time her hands found your skin, it felt like an unspoken promise. There was no rush, no need to rush—just the simplicity of being with the person you loved, and sharing a love that was growing deeper, more intense with every passing day.

That night, after another quiet dinner by the fire, Alessia pulled you to your feet, her hands sliding under your shirt as she kissed you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“I want you,” she said, her voice low, almost growling in desire. “I need you. Right here, right now.”

You didn’t hesitate. The love and desire were so powerful, so overwhelming, that nothing else mattered.

You kissed her back with equal fervor, your hands roaming her body as she pulled you toward the bedroom, the passion between you both a silent language, saying everything that words couldn’t.

Once in the bedroom, you both stripped the last of your clothing off, your bodies bare and vulnerable but entirely consumed with each other. Alessia’s hands were everywhere, her kisses soft but desperate, her desire for you clear in every touch.

She pushed you gently onto the bed, her body following yours as she straddled you, her lips moving from your mouth down to your chest, her breath hot against your skin.

“Alessia…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

She looked up at you, her gaze dark and filled with need. “I want to feel you, feel every part of you,” she said, her voice almost a growl.

And then she moved, the two of you lost in each other as your bodies connected, moving together with a rhythm that felt natural, electric.

Each kiss, each movement was an act of devotion, the passion undeniable, your connection stronger than ever. There was no rush this time. It was just you and her, fully, deeply, and completely intertwined, both of you savoring every second.

The days after the getaway were quieter, but the bond between you and Alessia had deepened in ways words could never explain. The intimacy you shared wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a connection that felt like it would last a lifetime.

And as you looked at her, your hand in hers, you knew this was only the beginning. Every moment you spent with her, every kiss, every touch, only made you fall deeper in love.

Life after the getaway was a whirlwind of domestic bliss. The quiet moments with Alessia, whether spent curled up on the couch or enjoying quiet dinners together, became more meaningful. You both reveled in the simplicity of being together, finding joy in the smallest of moments—whether it was watching Milo chase after his favorite toy or making each other laugh over the most ridiculous things.

But as the weeks passed, something began to shift. The casual conversation you’d had about a future together, a family, and the life you both dreamed of seemed to be inching closer to reality.

One evening, as you and Alessia were sitting on the balcony of your flat, sharing a glass of wine and looking out over the city skyline, the conversation took a turn.

“You know,” Alessia began, setting her glass down on the table, her fingers tracing the rim, “I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately.”

You looked at her, intrigued. “What about it?”

She met your gaze, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “Well, I think I’m ready. You know, for the next step.”

Your heart skipped a beat, unsure if she meant what you thought she did. “What do you mean by ‘next step’?” you asked, your voice soft but hopeful.

Alessia chuckled, the sound low and rich. “I’m thinking about us—really thinking about us. About… starting a family.”

You froze, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding you. “Are you serious?”

Her eyes softened as she leaned closer to you, her hand resting gently on your knee. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

For a moment, there was only silence as you processed her words. It felt like your heart was swelling, the weight of the future you both wanted becoming clearer. You reached for her hand, holding it tightly.

“I want that too,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I want a family with you. More than anything.”

Alessia’s smile grew, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I’ve never been more certain of anything. I think we’re ready.”

As the weeks passed, the conversations about starting a family grew more serious. You and Alessia found yourselves discussing practicalities—where you’d want to live, how many kids you imagined, what kind of life you’d want to create for them. But beyond the logistics, it was the love that filled every conversation. The deep, unshakable love you both shared made the idea of starting a family together feel like the most natural step in the world.

One night, as you lay in bed together, Alessia pulled you close, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your back.

“So,” she murmured, her voice low and full of affection, “do you think we’re ready?”

You turned in her arms, meeting her gaze. “I think we’re more than ready. We’ve built something beautiful together, Alessia. And now, we’re ready to grow it.”

Her smile was radiant, and she kissed you tenderly, her hand moving to your stomach as if already imagining the future. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “And I can’t wait to see what comes next. Together.”

Several months later, you and Alessia were standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner together. It was a quiet evening, the kind where everything felt perfectly in place. As you chopped vegetables, you noticed Alessia stealing glances at you, a slight grin playing at the corner of her lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, laughing softly.

She raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I’m just imagining our little one running around here in a few years. It’s going to be amazing, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered at her words. “It’s going to be perfect,” you whispered, taking her hand in yours.

Alessia pulled you into her arms, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was filled with love and hope for the future. “I can’t wait to make this dream a reality.”

The next step was a small but significant one—visiting a fertility clinic to begin the process of trying for a baby. It wasn’t something either of you took lightly, but the decision felt right. You supported each other every step of the way, knowing that the journey ahead would require patience and understanding.

When the news came, when you finally saw those two pink lines on the test, the world seemed to stop for a moment. You were both overwhelmed with joy, knowing that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your lives.

“I’m going to be a mom,” Alessia whispered, her voice shaky with emotion as she held up the pregnancy test.

Tears filled your eyes as you pulled her into a tight embrace. “We’re going to be parents. Together.”

From that moment on, everything changed. You both began to prepare for the arrival of your child, from setting up a nursery to discussing names, to the tiny but significant moments that marked the beginning of your journey into parenthood. Every step was filled with anticipation and love.

One evening, as you both sat in the nursery, Alessia’s hand resting on your growing belly, she looked at you with a softness in her eyes that made your heart swell.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “We’re starting a family. It’s just… incredible.”

You smiled, your hand covering hers. “It’s incredible because it’s with you. We’ve built this life together, and now we’re going to build even more.”

She kissed you gently, her lips lingering as she whispered against your skin, “You’ve made all my dreams come true, Y/N. I can’t wait to see the next chapter of our story.”

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, with love, strength, and a family of your own to cherish.

[elderwisp]

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Mortimer: As I’m sure you’re aware, I go through countless stories, many following the same shell of what is palpable to others. Oftentimes I don’t see enough risk but it makes total sense. We consume media to get away from our problems. Not to be reminded of them. Which leads me to my next question. A sapphic love story set in gritty fantasy. The heroine loses her love in the end. The ultimate sacrifice. What made you decide that?

Taryn: Because neither concepts can exist without one another. To have someone is to be willing to lose them. L'amour et la mort. Love and death. 

Mortimer: Have you ever lost someone?

Taryn: [ remains silent ]

Mortimer: Pain recognizes pain, Taryn. My wife… She went missing nearly ten years ago. Vanished without a trace. All that was left were her items, physical remnants of who she was.

Taryn: I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

Mortimer: No need. I lost myself for a good while. Being the father of two wasn’t enough to pull me out of it. Time passed by and well, here I am. I’m not sure if I’ll ever find someone again, as for you, you will learn how to love again. I believe this story could help a lot of people in their grief.

Taryn: You really think so?

Mortimer: Mhm. So if I signed you on, are you willing to commit on this journey with my company and I?

Taryn: Y-Yeah. Absolutely.

Mortimer: Congratulations, Taryn. 

-

Kai: How do you think it went?

Alex: Judging that it’s almost been an hour, great. 

Kai: Cool.

Alex: Are you nervous for her?

Kai: I- Yeah. I am. 

Alex: She’ll be okay. He was already planning on signing her.

Kai: Why did you say anything?!

Alex: It’d ruin the surprise and there’s no fun in that.

Kai: You’re awful. She was so nervous! Literally almost crashed the car.

Alex: She was, wasn’t she? My bad. 

Taryn: [ silent yelling ] Hola muchachitos.

Kai: ] I am so proud of you! 

Taryn: Thank you! Also I have you to thank!

Alex: Nah, I just sped up the inevitable process. That book was bound to get published. I read it, I hope you don’t mind.

Taryn: Alex!

Alex: Whu? I liked it!

Taryn: Hmph. Come over for dinner?

Alex: I’d like that, if Kai’s alright with it. He did tell me how terrible I am earlier.

Taryn: Would you stop being mean to the man?

Kai: Maybe… But I guess it’s fine if you came over.

Alex: Sweet. I heard your cooking is divine.

Taryn: I know a trick or two. This one could learn.

Kai: I almost caught the toaster on fire.

Alex: Sounds about right-

Kai: Rude!

[kanansdume]

You started these tags with "oof" and I went back to re-read the second part of this post and... yeah, oof is about how I feel, too. Oh how hopeful I was for something good to come out of that show, BOTH shows actually since I was looking at Mandalorian season 3 as well it seems.

This post is already a little long, so I'll put the rest under a cut, but tl;dr is that I think you're giving the people writing in the Mandoverse SO MUCH more credit than they deserve and they'll likely never do anything good or creative with these characters again.

I don't think that making Sabine a Jedi had anything to do with Sabine at all. A lot of people have pointed out that Sabine is acting like a bratty teenager despite being literally 30 years old and that she feels a lot like an ANAKIN stand-in so that Ahsoka can figure out her feelings about Anakin through her relationship to Sabine. We know that the Rebels Search for Ezra storyline got combined with Ahsoka's show and that they weren't originally intended to be the same story. So it makes sense that Ahsoka likely HAD a padawan-figure originally who was probably a new character and that they just replaced that character with Sabine when things got combined, regardless of what that would mean for Sabine's character.

Sabine doesn't even grow or learn anything by the end of the show. I've see people try to argue that when she left Ezra behind in order to save Ahsoka that it showed she'd grown from when she abandoned everything to save Ezra, except... she's literally just making the same choice for a different person. Thrawn is LEAVING and the whole point of jumping onto his ship is to try to STOP HIM or something, and instead of doing that and helping Ezra, she runs back because one person's life is at stake and now Ezra is alone on that ship and Sabine never has to face the consequences of her own actions. Personally, that doesn't feel like any actual growth to me or like she's learned from the mistake she made by going to get Ezra. The narrative itself doesn't even seem to think that it WAS a mistake she needs to learn from, which leaves her character with literally nowhere to go.

If they were going to bring her back to Mandalore as a leader, they probaby would've been EMPHASIZING her connection to Mandalore rather than basically erasing it. It would've made more sense to leave her family ALIVE, even just ONE of them, to give her more of a connection to that cause. But no, aside from her wearing the armor, there's absolutely no indication she gives a flying shit about Mandalore or its people anymore.

So even if they DID start pushing Sabine in the direction of being a leader again, I wouldn't like it. THIS Sabine should never lead anybody ever. THIS Sabine is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to unleash Thrawn upon the galaxy just to get what she wants. REBELS era Sabine was awesome, and had the makings of a great ruler. REBELS era Sabine had learned mercy and patience and selflessness by the end of the show, while THIS fucking Sabine is impatient, impetuous, irresponsible, and selfish. Nobody should EVER allow the Ahsoka show version of Sabine anywhere NEAR a leadership position, and if they try to do it, it'll just be unbelievably bad writing. Perhaps hilariously bad writing, it could be amusing to see them attempt to make that claim, but it'd still be bad.

And, as you mentioned, they've already put Bo-Katan in as the leader of Mandalore for the THIRD TIME and, ostensibly, destroyed the Dark Saber. There doesn't seem to be any real planning around who gets put in as the leader of Mandalore, to be honest, it just kind-of flip flops and goes to whoever they deem most convenient in the moment. Sabine was being set up for it for a minute until they decided it would be problematic with what they wanted to do with her later in Rebels, so they threw it at Bo-Katan with no good reason. Then they took it away from Bo-Katan in The Mandalorian so that they could set Din up to take on leadership of Mandalore except that then they decided they didn't really like that so they abandoned all of that set-up and tossed it back at Bo-Katan because, hell, she's already there isn't she, might as well just give it back to her because THAT'S satisfying to see! So, sure, MAYBE they'll give it back to Sabine and take it away from Bo-Katan AGAIN later on, maybe Bo-Katan will die fighting Thrawn and so Sabine gets put back in as an option, but I don't have a single ounce of belief that it'll make any sense or feel in any way satisfying.

For all that the Mandoverse is focused on Mandalorians in the extreme, I don't feel like they're writing them all that well or care all that much about giving these characters good strong narratives. Sabine is just the latest in a string of terrible writing choices for their Mando characters.

Sabine Wren is not just the true wielder of the Darksaber, but the only one who should’ve been chosen to rule Mandalore and I will die on that hill.

The entire point of Sabine’s whole arc through the show is that she is learning JEDI VALUES, that she’s learning that the Mandalorian way has its place, but it also has so many flaws and that it’s what has led Mandalore to fight itself into dust. She’s impatient and distrustful and learns to listen with Hera about Fulcrum. She’s more inclined to kill someone out of anger until she learns the value of mercy and second chances from Kanan with Fenn Rau. She tries to pretend her problems don’t exist and won’t truly face them until she learns to wield the Darksaber with Kanan and then goes to make amends with her family. The entire episode with her familiy shows how Sabine brings together everything she’s learned: she waits and listens to her family’s grievances, understanding exactly how her actions impacted them, and then she shows mercy to Gar Saxon rather than killing him after her win like a true Mandalorian would.

Having Bo-Katan claim that the Mandalorian way is a way of MERCY, when we’re intentionally told and shown that Sabine’s willingness to show mercy explicitly goes against her Mandalorian upbringing and teachings and was something she learned from Hera, and from Kanan and his Jedi teachings, is really insulting. The Mandalorian way, as shown through Rebels, is NOT one of mercy, that’s the entire point. Sabine recognizes that, recognizes that that’s what’s caused them so much misery, caused them to turn on each other so much that their planet hasn’t ever had the chance to heal and regrow.

Bo-Katan even says IN THIS EPISODE that Sabine represents the best of what they have been in the past as well as the best of what they could someday become. That Sabine is a true leader.

To have Sabine turn around and say that the Darksaber came to her, after she EARNED IT, for the FIRST time since Tarre Viszla she truly EARNED the Darksaber, just so she could pass it on to Bo-Katan, someone who once gleefully helped set a village on fire after the people she was helping subjugate tried to resist?

I’m sorry, but no.

Sabine Wren is Tarre Viszla’s true successor. Not just as the wielder of the Darksaber, but as Mandalore’s uniter, as its truest ruler. Sabine Wren has the patience and mercy and wisdom of a Jedi with the passion and mettle of a Mandalorian warrior. She has learned to listen as well as she fights, and she has learned how to appreciate different points of view and how to bring them together to create a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

The Darksaber came to her because Sabine Wren always had the capacity to use it to fulfill Tarre Viszla’s vision, to unite Mandalore, to save it from itself, to make it more than it is. The Darksaber came to her specifically because Sabine has the greatest ability to lead Mandalore into a peaceful future.

[fairestbeard]

Carmy Dressing Up Syd

What's the theory?

The story is mostly told from Carmy's point of view. So the ambience of the show is mostly subjective to Carmy's thought process. Sydney, being the object of his affection, is also presented through Carmy's eyes- at least the way she presents in his presence. I'll explain.

-Fans have identified that when she meets him, she is wearing Thom Browne, who is a designer he is theorized to admire a lot.

We know he got into cooking through his love for his brother but it has also been revealed (in his conversations with Claire- where I might add, that he didn't even notice the love of his life was sitting behind him. Interesting!) that he drew clothing designs when he was younger which suggests that at some point he may have considered being a fashion designer. We see how he connects to that desire by collecting and trading vintage denim as an outlet for that interest. The blue apron he choses for them in the restaurant also just so happens to be denim.

-Sydney is his muse. Whatever turn their relationship takes, we know that much. Also, we know Syd is kind of poor and likely unable to afford designer clothing. She's very resourceful so she might be good at thrift shopping for clothes she wouldn't be able to afford of the racks. They could also be from better times when she could actually afford them (having a business that failed literally from too much success?).

But what are the odds that this random person who walks into his life somehow dresses in the designer he likes? It is very plausible that she in actuality had a bunch of Thom Brownes and he recalls her mostly in them because when you like someone you notice the things that connect them to you and always connect them with the things you love.

Carmy's transference

It all started here!

Carmy was so distraught at Syd leaving that it affected his whole demeanor. He wasn't as energetic and as annoying (according to Tina) as he usually was. He seemed like he couldn't care less any more and was just going through the motions. It was so noticeable that Tina had to reach out to him and that's where it happens.

He had already seen her in the new apron at the pre-shift meeting. You could notice where he gives her a once over while she was talking to him then. But it was when she came to his office door that he really sees it because that was a thing Sydney did. This is where he first projects Sydney unto someone else to give himself comfort.

He had very much gotten used to her showing up at his office door for one reason or the other every day. So he must have found the image of Tina at his door in those aprons (remember Syd was the first person he gave them to and he gave her the one that was hanging in his apartment, I might add)- a little comforting to him and it gave him a smidge of happy nostalgia. So touched was he about that moment that he gives Tina the day off to rest.

Sydney through Carmy's eyes

While he begins to get closer to her and tries to make sense of their relationship, you also see that reflected in her appearance.

-she is dressed like him when they get to know each other better and trade career stories

-she is dressed like Fak when he contemplates who his best friend really is

His erotic transfer

This transference also comes into play when he meets Claire again and it has been brought to light by a number of fans here. I think @chefkids especially wrote extensively about this. We see Claire appearing in many ways that can be linked to Syd:

* Claire in a green jacket

* Claire in a jacket that resembles a UPS driver's while delivering mail, routing through Sheridan road

* Claire in a denim jacket

* Claire in blue and white.

Claire is someone he was known to desire in the past and who everyone has told him he wants and should be with. Suddenly here she is in front of him obviously desiring him back. And as Nat said in her monologue, who doesn't want easy? Who doesn't want to just be ok? His relationship with Syd is very complicated and delicate. It's risky and could ruin everything if it goes wrong. So he solves his desire for companionship and his desire for Syd by projecting Syd unto this woman who is clearly into him and who he knows he has been into and could still. That's why he takes her to the restaurant before he kisses her, to simulate that feeling. He probably had imagined kissing Syd in there too. That's why he made the infamous infidelity pasta. That's why he discusses the menu and fire suppression exam with Claire. He needed to find a way to connect the two.

Now this transference starts seeping back to Syd as well. We see her wearing something similar to a doctor's coat and literally handing him, of all things, medication on the day he decides whether his doctor lady friend is his girlfriend. Syd also starts wearing white tees after he sees Claire in his white tee.

At the crux of season two he literally purchases a $2000 outfit for her to wear, different from the rest of the team, directly dressing her up.

S3 is where Carmy reviews his life as a chef and has to decide what kind of chef and person he needs to be and we see that reflected on Syd as well. She starts appearing in more polka dot mirroring the chef who had had the most positive impact on Carmy - not only working with compassion and patience but also gently pushing Carmy forward career wise - Chef Terry. This is important because Syd reminds him of Chef Terry with the way she handles things with compassion and patience while also striving to push things forward. Carmy would be stagnant without Syd, even if he had opened those cans in the first episode. Syd is Carmy's muse, his inspiration and in many ways his leader.

Syd is also seen wearing short pants which he said he had been interested in designing when he was younger.

Another thing I noticed and find very interesting is Syd's reaction to him noticing her clothes. She's never passive when he comments on what she's wearing. In Omelette when he notices the stains on her whites she immediately takes it off because he noticed something negative. Also in Legacy when he says she looks nice she immediately takes off the thing that brings the outfit together (the bow hair clip), probably because the reason she was dressed up in the first place is something he wouldn't approve of?

Also, it could be alluding to his secret desire to see her in a state of undress.

Sydney has become the lens in which he views his world. The man needs that cookie so very badly on a spiritual, metaphysical level.

[sahrii]

SORRY xo | K. Tsukishima

synopsis; he says somethings he didn’t mean, and he apologises in his signature tsukki way.

word count; 1482

warnings; hurt to comfort, no prns mentioned for reader, a lot of tension i guess, finished at 12am thanks.

“—and then I told her that I—“ you stop mid sentence when you realise he might not be listening. “Are you even listening to me?” You question, narrowing your eyes at him as the grip around the steaming hot mug in your hands tightens a little.

The room was dimly lit by a feeble light, and nothing other than the soft hum of the television causing minuscule vibrations in the drums of your ears can be heard.

Tsukishima’s head was lolling back against the cushions, arms limply sprawling over the sides. His eyes were tightly shut in an attempt to block any spec of light from making its way into his retina.

“Hm?” he questioned, turning his head a little. The question was, however, laced with an unspoken tone of annoyance that made the hairs on your skin stand like saluting soldiers. “I’m so tired, can we have this talk later?”

He is tired. His body is aching from the amount of times he’s jumped today. His head feels slightly wobbly on his shoulders. He doesn’t want to talk because he thinks he will say something wrong. He knows he will say something wrong, and mess this up.

You blink at him. Your mouth grows a mind of its own. “You’re always tired,” You say before you realise it, while placing the mug on the coffee table that is slightly coated with a thin layer of dust. “Shit, sorry I didn’t—“

“Well, sorry, I have a fucking life,” he muttered with a taunting voice, lips pressed into a slight frown that had a hint of exasperation tattooed into the delicate creases on his lips. He wished he didn’t say that. He wanted someone to slap him in the face.

The previous hum of the television dissipated into nothingness, your pupils widening by the words spilling out of his lips. “What?”

“You heard me, sorry I have dreams I’m chasing,”

“You’re not being serious, are you,” you replied. Was he implying that you’re a good-for-nothing with no goals in life? You gulped, heart skipping a several beat.

“I am. I’m tired of this, it’s becoming a lot to deal with,” he replied. His fingers went up to his temples, rubbing them in small half-soothing circles in a sad attempt to quell the throbbing headache evolving behinds his eyes.

Your mind reeled, the word tired echoing across your lobes in a manner that created a distorted symphony of confusion and disbelief from within.

“So listening to your partner talking is a chore now? Emphasis on the partner that has no life or dreams to chase.”

“I didn’t mean that—“

“You said it though,” you replied, voice faltering a little with an overwhelming sense of suffocation submerging every cell in your body. You clenched and unclenched your fists in an attempt to calm your nerves.

“I just need a few minutes of silence, I fucking came from a match, okay? I’m tired and this is not too much to ask for,” he bit back.

Saying this doesn’t feel right, he thought. Saying this might have been a mistake, he thought again. Because lying is bad. He loved hearing your voice. It’s what kept him going, the contagious hum of your voice, the way it trembled with anticipation, the giggle he’d like to store in a bottle and get drunk over every single day. Lying is bad. He was lying.

Silence laced itself, it’s thin threads tangling around the both of you. Your eyes were wide open, pupils dilating with hurt. Your cheeks flushed—a hint of embarrassment tattooing itself on you.

Embarrassment mixed with disbelief.

“Okay, so next time I won’t ever speak unless you ask me to, does that work for you? I will book an appointment to speak with you, actually,” you cut through the silence, voice growing louder. It had a slight tremble to it—one he could only hear. One he’d recognise even if he heard your voice from across the seven oceans.

“That’s not what I’m saying—“

“Oh, so tell me what you’re saying, because it sounds to me like you just don’t care,”

“I do care, I’m just exhausted and I don’t want to have a conversation I don’t want to have.” As soon as these words spilled out of his mouth, regret hit him like a tidal wave. A cold hand clutched his beating heart as he saw the colour drain from your face.

“…a conversation you don’t want to have…?” You questioned, brows furrowing in hurt, the question leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“No wait—that’s not—“

“No it’s okay, I’ll stop talking then, you don’t have to waste your precious energy on me, or listen to convos you don’t want to have” you stood up, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Everything else he said has dissipated into background noise as you focused on the ringing of your ears.

You rush in hurried steps into your shared bedroom and slam the door hard enough for the sound to echo throughout the walls of your small apartment. Tonight, you fell asleep with caged sobs, a tear-soaked pillow and a heavy feeling chaining around your heart, suffocating your every breath.

The clock ticked 4.56pm.

With every tick, with every time a hand moves, you are reminded of the argument you’ve had with him last night. It’s 4.57pm and you’ve been on bed all day, arms sprawled in a chaotic manner, pillow soaked with tears, hair tangled in a mess you might never be able to detangle, and a slightly dry throat.

You wonder where it all went wrong. You wonder if the words he’d uttered had a hint of truth to them. You wonder if he had thought about what he said in the past 12 hours.

You decided to finally give the bed a break and get up. With a heavy heart, you slowly lifted yourself off of the soft mattress, the soles of your feet making contact with the cold wooden floor, sending a shiver down the small of your back.

Truthfully, you expected the place to be a mess. But as soon as you stepped foot into the leaving room, each step once again leaving a trail of chills down your back, your nostrils were engulfed by the warm smell of salted caramel and morning coffee.

Your eyes trailed around, the previously visible coat of dust on the coffee table has been wiped into nothingness, the couch was dusted and cushions placed in a way that scratched your brain, floors so clean you can practically see a reflection of your dishevelled hair on them.

But what caught your eyes the most was the small basket sitting still on the same couch. You step closer, your curiosity getting the best of you. A woven basket with flowers, a mug, a vanilla scented candle, and a few other stuff. A card. You pick up the card, a silly smile etched into your lips.

TO Y/N

I’M VERY SORRY ABOUT WHAT I SAID YESTERDAY. I DIDN’T MEAN ANY OF IT, IT’S NOT AN EXCUSE BUT I WAS TIRED AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TOOK OVER ME. I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT I REALLY ENJOY LISTENING TO YOU. I LIKE YOUR VOICE, IDIOT. I LOVE YOU AND I’M SORRY.

—TSUKISHIMA KEI.

The sound of rustling pans filled your ears, catching your attention. You rushed into the kitchen, only to be welcomed by your boyfriend, with your pink cooking apron, and a frown that screams confusion chiselled on his lips as his eyes read over what seems like a recipe book.

“What are you doing?” Your voice startled him, causing him to drop one of the pans he was holding in his hands.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” he muttered, leaning down to pick up the pan.

“I think that’s deserved,” you smiled as you make your way to him in a jolly manner, yesterday’s conversation seeming to have disappeared from your head.

“Maybe,” he replied, setting the pan on the countertop. His hand made its way to his neck, an attempt to rub the nervousness away. You stare at him, waiting for him to spill what he’s about to say. “Will—will you continue telling me what you told that woman,” he mumbled, a faint blush sprawling on the apples of his cheeks.

You eyed him with confusion and a furrowed brow. Until you realise what he meant. A grin made its way to your lips as you stepped closer, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

"I’m glad you asked," you replied, a warm smile on your lips as you launched into a detailed recounting of yesterday's events.

The intimacy of the moment, the shared space of your kitchen, the rhythmic clinking of pots and pans as he (cluelessly) cooked, and the easy flow of your conversation, all combined to create a sense of comfortable ease.

thank u @heartmaddie and @chlosology for beta reading ily guys

[gracie-eilish]

Hii!💓

I saw your post about the Taylor Billie crossover and that’s such a cute idea!!!! I thought maybe you could write a fic inspired by seven. (smth about homophobic parents and reader goes to live with Billie. Like the bridge)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this xx

i think you should come live with me… and we could be pirates ✨🌿🌙🤍🪐

warnings: mention of homophobic parents, i tried to keep it as light and fluffy as i could!!it’s kinda long as well! i didn’t wanna break it into two parts lol!

an: thank you for the request!! i’m so sorry it took so long to get out😭😭 this song means a lot to me and my friends as i’m sure it does to a lot of people so i wanted it to be good!! i hope you like it!🫣🤞☺️

an: two fics in one day!! woo!! i’m working my way through requests and tryinggg to finish up some other long fics (my peachy babies i see you and it’s happening i promise!!) thank you as always for ur patience. also just wanted to say thanks for the love this last month!! it’s been almost a month since i started posting and i love it here:) anywhosies!! here’s seven.

august 13th, 6:57pm, Coopersburg, PA.

the babble of the creek beneath you, the squeaking of the tire swing, and the birds chirping created a melody, sweeter than any song billie had written before. and mixed with the sound of your sweet giggles, billie was sure she was in heaven.

the sun was starting to drift under the horizon giving the sky a gorgeous coral hue, mixed with a hint of violet and navy, but not too dark yet. the air was warm, like a fluffy blanket straight out of the dryer.

“billie!! you’re going too high!! i’m too scared to jump!!” you squealed, giggling furiously. your braids billie had done for you earlier flew behind you as billie pushed the swing again, sending you higher, making you feel like you were flying amongst the trees.

billie grabbed the rope, slowing down the swing so she could be level with you again. you looked over at her before grabbing her arm and pulling her closer, before sealing the gap between you with a kiss. billie wrapped her arms around your waist, melting into your arms, only pulling away when you both smiled into the kiss. you tasted like the sweet tea you had been drinking, your mason jar now sat forgotten on a rock nearby.

“hi mama,” she whispered onto her lips, making you blush furiously and scrunch your nose. she pecked your nose before maneuvering you on the swing so she could sit too, pulling you onto her lap. one arm draped around your waist and the other holding the swings rope.

“baby can i talk to you about something?” billie started, a nervous edge to her voice. you turned your head, a curious yet concerned look in your eye, nodding for her to continue.

“how umm… how are your parents lately?” she held her breath waiting for you to answer.

your parents. how you loved them dearly.. until they stopped loving you. they said they still did, but their words and actions and beliefs said differently.

a few years back you had innocently asked your mom about how she knew she liked boys. your mom just looked at you funny, saying that every girl likes boys… there’s no question about it. that’s how god made girls. girls grow up and fall in love with boys, and become wives, and mothers, and that’s how it goes.

sensing her edge you backed off, retreating to your room that night feeling more confused than ever. if you weren’t supposed to like girls… then why did you feel this way?? why did your heart beat faster around them, and why do your hands get so sweaty near them, and why do you get nauseous thinking about being a man’s wife one day, but melt into a puddle thinking about being a woman’s wife one day….

falling in love with a woman, sleeping next to a woman, holding her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her…. walking down the aisle to her, holding her hand while bringing your babies into the world with her, raising those children with her, growing old with her…

as you got older it became harder to hide. it was obvious to anyone with eyes. especially after you met billie. i mean who wouldn’t fall in love with her?

you’re parents found out about you and billie when they caught you kissing one night out back. you had told them that you two were gonna go look at stars, and planets, and you did… just the ones in her eyes instead of the sky.

because they “still had love for you,” they sent billie home and had a long talk with you about your choices. and though you don’t try to recall them, you’ll never forget the things your parents said to you that night. you hid in your room and called billie panicking. you didn’t want to love anyone else, you couldn’t…

so you and billie continued dating in secret. only meeting up in secret locations and having perfect alibis if your parents caught on. while you still lived at home, and luckily your parents didn’t suspect a thing, you cried every night. you wanted so badly to escape, to be free from them. to be free…

“umm.. they’re good i guess. getting older sooo you know. they’re getting weird with me growing up and all that i guess. i’m looking forwards to moving out one day though.” billie nodded and gave your waist a squeeze before setting her chin on your shoulder.

you let out a watery laugh, “my mom keeps trying to set me up with all the church guys. even if i wasn’t gay they’re sooo just not cute.” billie raised her eyebrows and laughed with you.

“really? and what do you find cute missy?” billie teased. you played this game a lot. one of you would describe what you wanted in a girlfriend… and it was just you describing the other.

“wellllllll, i love a girl who’s kind and funny, and she would have these big blue eyes, like little sea crystals, and dark hair that compliments her skin so perfectly. and the cutest little button nose you could ever imagine, and it’s decorated with teensy little freckles. and she would have pink pillowy lips that are impossible not to kiss. ooh and if she could have little dimples that would be a great bonus. WAIT omg and she would sing.” you finished with a smile that said “ta da!!” billie smiled back, cheeks flushed before kissing your own cheek.

“mmm i love you to the moon billie eilish pirate baird o’connell,” you sighed, leaning back into her.

“and i love you to saturn y/f/n y/m/n o’connell,” she murmured back, nose grazing your jaw. you sat back up in shock, turning to face her with the biggest smile on your face. you were totally speechless though, trying to get out a thought.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“i think you should come live with me… and we could be pirates,” she added playfully.

“then you won’t have to cry… or hide in the closet,” she said softly. your smile faltered a bit, not in disappointment but in shock. you knew billie’s family loved you, and you were old enough to be on your own.

“really?” you whispered. billie nodded with a small smile.

“run away with me lovey. pack your jellycats and a sweater. we’ll move you away from there forever.”

you practically pounced onto her, kissing her so fiercely.

“we can’t tell anyone. other than your family of course.”

“cross my heart, won’t tell no other.” billie promised, crossing over her heart with her finger.

your love would last so long…

years later…

august 22nd, 6:48 pm, Los Angeles, CA

you and billie were laid out among the weeds in the grass, billie sat with her hands behind her, while your back was to her front, sitting in between her legs.

“you know, i still remember hiding in that field back in PA. i can still picture you in the trees… high in the sky on that old swing.”

you hummed a small laugh, closing your eyes at the memory. your little hiding spot all those years ago. you now both lay in a similar spot, near your home in LA. after living with Billie’s family for a few years, the two of you moved out together to your own place.

“mama!!” you opened your eyes at the little voice.

“mama look!! im a pirate!!” your little baby boy, not so little anymore, had one of billie bandanas tied on his head and a stick in his hand as his sword. he showed off his best pirate poses making you and billie giggle.

“buddy you are the best pirate out there!!” billie said to him, fixing the much too big bandana on his little head.

“do you think sissy will wanna be a pirate?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

your hand went to your baby bump where “sissy” resided.

“you know buddy, i’m not sure yet. but i’m sure she would love to,” you said, softly caressing his little face. he smiled before running back to his spot, continuing his pirate adventure.

as the two of you watched your little boy play around, billie leaned down to press kisses to your cheek, your eyes closing in total bliss, and she brought her own hand to your growing bump.

“i love you to the moon mrs. o’connell,” she whispered into your ear. the name still making you blush after all this time.

“and i love you to saturn.”

your love would last so long…

✨🌿🌙🤍🪐

[euphoria-looney]

Uie wait so if ever when they start to go yandere for the reader, what happens to Serena? Or what is her deal basically? Is the entire thing from powers or their own volition or something? Are they being controlled by someone else? I'm kind of invested in the fic now OvO

Or, if ever, would reader go back for one of the love interest once they go yandere or are the love interests still the same? Will they turn yandere too or will they just be the same? Admittedly I just want them all to grovel and I really want reader to make them all suffer 👉👈

Thank you for your 'who said money can't buy happiness?' fic because it activated my neurons I live the manwha concept (no matter how much it boils my blood in the good ptsd manner everytime I read it) but also I really want another crumb of og!villainess/villain!reader because they really softened my heart, the entire thing reminds me of that one manwha with the fmc Penelope Eckart

Sorry for being long! I hope your day goes great and thank you for writing such lovely pieces of literature!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

For the first question, "What happens when they all go yandere on [name], and what happens to Serena?" They still care for her and they still love her but it’s just not as strong as it used to be especially with [name] changed now being the main character of the story her story, Serena will be on a balanced scale whether she still wants to be the center of attention and whether she wants [names] attention only on her and find everyone else as competitors.

The second question, "What's her deal?" Her deal is that that’s just how she behaves and how she acts from the moment she kinda existed in this universe she has a main character role and she obviously doesn’t know that she’s inside a novel so she’s just acting how she normally is. She is the female lead so everything will go her way. She’ll be smart, capable, and a lovable character from the reader's point of view from the og! Novel.

Whenever you read her since it’s in [name]'s POV and I like to portray her character negatively as of now what’s happening in the universe of how she acts we think she’s annoying but when we were in the other world, Serena was the main character of the novel 'I Stole the Villainess Loving Family'. She was the badass MC that you would love to read about but cringe so much that you would have to drop the novel.

On the third question, no, Serena is not being controlled by anybody. She is following the plot which is actually all her own actions. This is how she behaves. This is how she acts from your perspective. If you were in her POV, you would have to understand that she has been the main character everybody around her has admired her, loved her, and worshiped her simply because she was placed in a position as the female lead, which made a ton of people attracted to her.

Fourth, there will be many love interests that go from Serena to [name] or just love interests that simply got created because they have spent and developed with [name].

[name] Unfortunately for now, if there are no changes to my plot, will not fall in love with any of them and avoid them if anything because of how they treated her and how they treated the og! Princess [name] it is because she believes why should love someone only when they start changing and it annoys [name] to a point where she cannot, and will not forgive anybody who suddenly develops attention or attraction towards her because they only change when they start interacting with the new [name].

It just wouldn't make sense why she'd forgive them when she knew what Princess!Reader went through how the people changed around her when they treated Princess!Reader like a joke.

There will be a lot of crumbs of OG!princess [name] because in her world, technically modern old world there’s a version of batfam of their own where they neglected her, which is why the OG!modern!reader is called neglected!reader because in their own world batfam neglected them, and they left. They built a successful business of their own and made friends, and unlike in the historical kind of novel setting we have a modern one where she has never met any of the Batfams enemies or allies so that just opens up a whole other world of love interest for her as well, so sometimes I'll write her, but not a lot as she’s not the main focus of my "Who Said Money Can’t Buy Happiness?" plot.

That is all please do tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or something you're confused about 😍

[phamapple]

MAKE UP

After getting tired of hearing manon weep about her ex girlfriend, her friends thinks it’s a good idea to implant the thought of ways to possibly win her ex back

Warnings; fluff, fem!reader, db manon, hands holding, exes to lovers, they say I love you like more than 3 times, they’re so in love ughhh, based on a real life situation, they kiss, lmk if I missed anything cuz I think there’s a lot that I missed :P 3.2k WC

Manon's friends had had enough of her moping around campus. It had been weeks since her breakup with y/n, and Manon was still stuck in a rut. She'd lost interest in her favorite hobbies, her grades were slipping, and she'd even stopped bothering to style her hair in the morning. Her friends had tried everything to get her out of her funk - from dragging her to parties to forcing her to watch hours of rom-coms - but nothing seemed to be working.

That was when they came up with the plan. It was bold, it was daring, and it was just a little bit crazy. But Manon's friends were convinced it was the only way to get her back with y/n, and they were determined to make it happen.

As Manon sat in the cafeteria, nursing a cup of cold coffee and staring blankly out the window, her friends gathered around her, their eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, Manon, we've got a plan," one of them said, barely containing her grin. "And it's going to get you back with y/n in no time."

Manon raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What is it?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Her friends leaned in, their voices barely above a whisper. "We're going to get you to pull y/n aside, alone, and then... well, then it's up to you."

Manon's eyes widened as she realized what her friends were suggesting. It was crazy, it was reckless, and it was just a little bit terrifying. But as she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the chance she needed to win y/n back.

Manon's heart was racing as she thought about the plan. She had to admit, it was tempting. She had been wanting to talk to y/n for weeks, but every time she saw her, she froze up. This could be her chance to finally express her feelings and see if there was still a spark between them.

"Okay, I'll do it," Manon said finally, trying to sound confident.

Her friends cheered and clapped, excited that their plan was going to work. "We'll help you come up with a script and everything," one of them said. "You'll be a pro in no time."

Manon smiled, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to do this, and she was going to make it work.

The rest of the day was a blur as Manon and her friends worked on the plan. They came up with a script, practiced Manon's lines, and even rehearsed the whole thing in front of the mirror.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Manon was feeling more confident than she had in weeks. She was ready to do this.

As she walked out of the school building, Manon scanned the courtyard, looking for y/n. She spotted her standing by the fountain, laughing with a group of friends.

Manon took a deep breath, feeling her heart pound in her chest. This was it. This was her chance.

She started to walk towards y/n, her friends cheering her on from behind. Manon's palms were sweaty, and her legs felt like jelly, but she didn't let that stop her.

She reached out and grabbed y/n's hand, pulling her aside. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Manon asked, trying to sound casual.

y/n looked at her in surprise, but she nodded and followed Manon to a more secluded area.

Manon's heart was racing as she looked at y/n. This was it. This was her chance to tell y/n how she really felt.

But as she looked into y/n's eyes, Manon felt her confidence start to slip. What if y/n didn't feel the same way? What if she had moved on?

Manon's mind was racing with doubts and fears, but she knew she had to push through them. She took a deep breath and started to speak...

y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at Manon with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Manon felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She quickly looked away, trying to compose herself. But she couldn't help sneaking another glance at y/n.

y/n's eyes sparkled with laughter, and she took a step closer to Manon. "Seriously, what's going on?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as she felt y/n's warm breath on her skin. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. But all she could manage was a weak smile.

y/n's expression softened, and she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair out of Manon's face. "Hey, it's okay," she said, her voice full of kindness. "You can tell me what's wrong."

Manon's heart melted at y/n's touch. She felt like she was drowning in y/n's eyes, and she couldn't look away. She was trapped in the moment, unable to speak or move.

All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest. She was completely at y/n's mercy, and she didn't even care.

Manon's eyes darted around, avoiding y/n's gaze. She fidgeted with her hands, trying to appear calm. "I don't know, I just...I wanted to know if you're doing okay, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression changed from soft to curious. She took a step closer to Manon, her eyes locked on hers. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as y/n's face drew closer. She could feel y/n's warm breath on her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept wandering back to the way y/n's eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"I mean, after we broke up, I just...I wanted to make sure you're doing okay," Manon repeated, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, as if looking for something. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I'm doing okay, I guess," she said, her voice measured. "But I have to ask, Manon...why are you asking me this now?"

Manon's eyes dropped to the ground, and she shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I don't know, I just...I care about you, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression softened, and she took another step closer to Manon. "You care about me?" she repeated, her voice low and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as y/n's face drew even closer. She could feel y/n's warm breath on her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on the ground.

y/n's hand reached out, and she gently lifted Manon's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Manon, look at me," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Manon's eyes locked onto y/n's, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

Manon's eyes locked onto y/n's, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, as if looking for something. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I care about you too, Manon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected y/n to say that. She thought she'd be angry, or hurt, or maybe even indifferent. But instead, y/n's words sent a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Really?" Manon asked, her voice shaking slightly.

y/n nodded again. "Really," she repeated. "But I have to ask, Manon...what do you want from me?"

Manon's eyes dropped to the ground again. She hadn't thought this far ahead. She'd just wanted to talk to y/n, to see how she was doing. But now, faced with y/n's question, she realized she didn't know what she wanted.

"I don't know," Manon admitted, feeling a little foolish.

y/n's expression softened. "It's okay, Manon," she said. "We can figure it out together."

Manon's heart swelled with emotion. She felt a sense of hope she hadn't felt in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, she and y/n could work things out.

As they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, Manon felt like she was melting into y/n's eyes. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure possibility.

Manon took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew it was a risk, but she couldn't help how she felt. "I want to get back together," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression changed, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her face. But as she looked into Manon's eyes, she saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. She saw the love and regret that Manon had been carrying around for weeks.

y/n's face softened, and she took a step closer to Manon. "I've missed you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon's heart skipped a beat. "I've missed you too," she replied, her voice shaking with emotion.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, and she saw the love and devotion there. She saw the girl who had captured her heart, and she knew that she couldn't resist her.

"Okay," y/n said finally, a small smile on her face. "Let's try again."

Manon's face lit up with joy, and she threw her arms around y/n. "I promise I won't mess it up this time," she whispered, her voice muffled against y/n's shoulder.

y/n laughed and hugged her back. "I promise to forgive you if you do," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and love.

As they hugged, Manon felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over her. She had gotten a second chance, and she was determined to make the most of it. She held y/n close, feeling grateful for this new beginning, and knowing that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

As they hugged, Manon's face accidentally brushed against y/n's lips, causing them to share a sweet, unexpected kiss. It was a brief, gentle touch, but it sent shivers down Manon's spine. She pulled back, her face flushing with surprise and delight.

y/n's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled softly. "I guess we're a little rusty at this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon laughed, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that y/n wasn't upset. "I guess so," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

As they stood there, smiling at each other, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy that she hadn't felt in weeks. It was like no time had passed at all, and they were back to where they had started.

y/n's eyes never left Manon's face, and after a moment, she reached out and took Manon's hand. "Let's walk," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as she felt y/n's hand wrap around hers. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like so much more. It felt like a promise, a commitment to each other.

As they walked, hand in hand, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She had never felt this way with anyone before, and she knew that she never would again.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sunshine and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. It was a peaceful, idyllic scene, and Manon felt grateful to be a part of it.

As they turned a corner, they were surprised to see a group of people watching them. Manon's face flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to pull her hand out of y/n's.

But y/n just laughed and held on tight. "Don't worry about it," she said, her voice amused. "We're just happy, that's all."

Manon smiled, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that y/n wasn't upset. "I guess we are," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

The group of people cheered and clapped, and Manon's face flushed with embarrassment. But y/n just laughed and waved, enjoying the attention.

As they walked away, hand in hand, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to stop and get some ice cream. They sat down at a small table outside, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they ate their ice cream, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They sat there for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they sat there, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to walk some more. They strolled through the park, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to head back to y/n's place. They walked hand in hand, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before.

As the evening drew to a close, Manon and y/n decided to head back to y/n's place for a quiet dinner together. They spent the evening cooking up a storm in the kitchen, laughing and chatting as they worked.

As they sat down to eat, Manon couldn't help but feel grateful for this second chance with y/n. She looked across the table at y/n, who was smiling at her with eyes that shone with love.

"Thank you for tonight," Manon said, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you back in my life."

y/n's smile softened, and she reached out to take Manon's hand. "I'm grateful too," she said. "I promise to always communicate with you, to listen to you and support you. I love you, Manon."

Manon's heart swelled with love and gratitude. "I love you too, y/n," she replied, squeezing her hand gently. "I promise to do the same - to always be there for you, to listen to you and support you. I'm so sorry again for what happened before. I promise to make it up to you."

y/n's eyes sparkled with tears as she smiled at Manon. "You don't have to make it up to me," she said. "You're already doing it, just by being here with me. I love you, Manon."

As they finished their meal and sat together in comfortable silence, Manon knew that their love was stronger than ever. They had been given a second chance, and they were determined to make the most of it.

As they sat together in comfortable silence, Manon felt y/n's eyes on her, and she knew that she was being drawn into a kiss. She leaned in, her heart pounding with excitement, and y/n met her halfway.

Their lips touched, and Manon felt a spark of electricity run through her body. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was also filled with a deep passion and love.

As they kissed, Manon felt like she was home. She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person she was meant to be with.

y/n's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and Manon felt like she was melting into her. The kiss deepened, and Manon felt like she was drowning in y/n's love.

As they broke apart for air, Manon smiled up at y/n, feeling happy and content. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

y/n smiled back, her eyes shining with love. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with emotion.

As they sat together, wrapped in each other's arms, Manon knew that she had found her forever love in y/n. And she knew that she would never let her go again.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

HI I'M BACK here's a oneshot that I got the idea for in the middle of uni.

Also apologies that I haven't posted at all in January I'll be back properly I promise.

"It's not too late to back out, if you want," Remus offers, turning to Sirius.

"As if. We're here now, Moons. Besides, I think freaking out your entire extended family is a perfect use of my time." He holds out his hand, offering it to Remus. Remus rolls his eyes, but Sirius doesn't miss the smile that comes as he reaches out to grab his hand.

Honestly? Part of Sirius does want to run away. A big part of him regrets to agreeing in the first place.

Still, he's doing this for Remus.

"Me? Why in Merlin's name would you say my name?" Sirius asked, a little dumbfounded.

"I panicked!" Remus said back. "She was so excited about the possibility of me bringing a guy to the wedding, and I only really know three guys!"

Well, he wasn't exactly wrong.

"You don't have to come," he said quickly. "I just figured it wouldn't hurt to ask? Four hours, free food, freak out my relatives who don't know I'm gay?"

"When you put it like that..."

Four hours in a liminal space where he can call Remus Lupin his boyfriend. Embarrassingly enough, Sirius has had dreams about this. Maybe not as a sudden stand in to make Hope happy, but he'll take whatever he can get, really.

It's going to suck when the night is over, though. His one scrap of self preservation was the only thing keeping him from agreeing. There's still a small part of him urging him to run away, protect himself by living with the careful boundaries he's drawn in his head to keep him from breaking his own heart. He knows Remus will never feel the same, and he also knows that he should be a lot more careful to keep himself sane, but he's here now. Surely he should just... embrace it?

The two of them walk through the muggle car park and down to the reception hall.

"Remus!" A girl's voice rings out, and Sirius feels Remus' grip tighten on his hand.

"Hi, Aunt Anna." Remus smiles graciously. Sirius watches the woman grind to a halt in front of Remus. It's as if there's some kind of magnetic field around him that keeps her from getting any closer.

"How is everything? How's the... special school?" She lowers her voice to say this, and Remus' smile strains a little. Sirius looks between them, a little confused. Is there something wrong with whatever stand in Remus is using for Hogwarts?

"Aunt Anna, I graduated in July. And it was a specialised school," he corrects politely. "More focused studies?" He says it like he's had to make this correction over and over. She smiles patronisingly, making Sirius' hair stand on end.

"Of course it was!" Her voice is fake, dismissive, frustrating Sirius to no end. Her eyes finally flick to Sirius, curiosity overtaking any sense of falseness on her face. "Who's this? Brought a friend along?"

"Oh, actually, he's not my friend, he's, er..." He glances a little helplessly at Sirius. Little does he know, the decision to go all in has solidified itself in his head. These stupid, patronising family members are going to respect Remus by the end of the night if it kills him.

"I'm his boyfriend. Sirius Black." He extends his hand with a smile that makes Anna blink, a little taken aback.

"Boyfriend? You're... oh!" She looks around, as if searching for someone else to have heard it. "Well, I guess it makes sense that you're... yeah. Um..." She smooths her skirt down, suddenly uncomfortable. "How did you two, er... meet?"

"We went to school together." Her eyes widen, and he nods. "Yeah, focused studies."

"Oh. Huh. I wouldn't have thought... What- what have you been up to then, Remus?"

"Not much, really."

"God, you're so modest!" Sirius says, quickly wrapping an arm around Remus' waist and pulling himself a little closer. He hears Anna clear her throat, fixing her expression as soon as he turns to face her. "He's gotten so many offers."

"Offers for what?"

"He hasn't told you?" Sirius asks innocently. She shakes her head, and he smiles at her. "He's going to be a doctor. Hospitals are fighting over him."

"A... doctor?" For a second, Sirius thinks he's accidentally fucked up the word, until Remus nods a little awkwardly.

"Yeah, there are a few places offering me spots. It's hardly fighting, though-"

"Haven't you gotten baskets from all five locations? I mean, you're getting offers from America!"

"Yeah, guess so." He shrugs, but Sirius is already happy enough with what he's done. Anna looks between them, a little surprised, before nodding once.

"Nice to see you, Remus." She turns to leave.

"It was lovely to meet you!" Sirius calls after her with a sweet smile.

"Sirius!" Remus turns to him, stunned.

"What?" He asks innocently. "I'm just showing you off a little!"

"She's going to be pissed." Remus bites his lower lip, worried. For a second, Sirius' mind malfunctions, having to tear his eyes away from Remus' lips and back to his eyes when he turns to face him. "She had to write Sam's personal statement for Cardiff Uni."

"Oh, then she can't say a bloody word! Special school, she can fucking bite me." It draws a chuckle out of Remus, much to Sirius' delight. "Right, should we find your mum?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

Much to Remus' dismay, they run into a fair few of his extended family on the way. Sirius does nothing but fawn over Remus, making sure to push his multitude of achievements. It's not exactly hard to do. If Remus was slightly less lovely all the time, he'd be able to do this. He shouldn't be his family's punching bag, and Sirius isn't about to let that continue. He's not even lying, he's just pointing out the things he notices every day. It's scarily easy. He manages to get two judgemental uncles to back off, as well as the boy who can't even write his own essay, clearly pushed over by his aunt and forced to flaunt a few flimsy achievements. Sirius feels a little bad for him, so he's not as obvious about pushing Remus' life to the forefront. It works all the same, getting Sam away before he could even start talking about the fact that Minnie wanted Remus to consider training to teach at Hogwarts.

By the time they reach Hope, Remus has turned bright red. It's a magnificent sight. Sirius wishes he could do this every day.

"Remus! Oh, and Sirius! Hi!" Hope is clearly a little tipsy, cheeks flushed as she beams at the two of them, pulling Remus into a hug, promptly followed by Sirius. "I'm so glad you could make it, Sirius."

"Wouldn't miss it," he answers back with a grin.

"Yeah, that's what I'm starting to get," Remus mumbles under his breath. Sirius hasn't missed the fact that he's standing a little taller than he was when he walked in, though. He's just too nice to push back at his family. "Mum, don't be surprised if Aunt Anna says I've grown into a rude young man as soon as she's got a drink down her."

"Why? What happened? Oh, she's always been a bit of a-"

"No, it's nothing. I just want you to be prepared." Remus waves her off, but Sirius has other plans.

"She was being shitty," Sirius answers with a shrug. Hope turns to him, and he elaborates. "She kept talking to Remus like he's a child! The moment I pointed out that he's actually pretty smart, in a pretty tame way, actually, she turned and left. I didn't think it was that bad."

Hope looks between the two of them, before bursting out laughing. Remus and Sirius exchange a slightly confused glance, as Hope tries to pull herself together.

"Oh, I'm so glad you-! I've tried my best, but she just- I don't think she cares what I say. I can't believe you managed... thank you, Sirius, that's absolutely brilliant!" Sirius beams at a stunned Remus, pleased. At least it wasn't just him who thinks that Remus' extended family are a bunch of self-centered wankers. "Honestly, Remus has talked non-stop about you, I'm so glad he finally found the courage to ask you!"

What?

Sirius' heart does a strange thing where it skips several beats all at once, making him feel a little dizzy.

"Non-stop?" He asks, trying to keep his voice casual.

"Yes, absolutely non-stop!"

"Mum," Remus says quickly, shooting her a glance. She seems completely undeterred, though.

"I told him it was worth taking the risk a long time ago. I mean, you're a lovely boy, and it's clear how much you care about him. It's just nice to know that it all paid off! I had a good feeling about you two-"

"Mum, I'm going to get a drink," Remus interjects suddenly. "I'll be back in a second." She looks like she's about to protest, but Remus is still going, voice slightly unsteady. "I'll tell you what Sirius said to everybody after. Come on, Sirius."

He grabs Sirius gently by the arm, pulling him in the direction of the bar before Sirius has a chance to say anything. Before they reach the bar, he veers off and shoves a door open. They turn a corner and get into a cramped room absolutely full of fold-able chairs. Remus shuts the door and lets go of Sirius' arm, scrubbing a hand over his face and leaning against the door. His hands are shaking, and he looks a little like he wants the ground to swallow him whole.

"...I'd have quite liked to hear more," Sirius says eventually, breaking the weird silence. Remus finally looks up at Sirius, a mix of confusion, frustration and panic evident.

"I feel like that was embarrassing enough," Remus answers simply, eyes flicking back to the floor.

"Is that why you asked me?" Sirius asks suddenly. He knows he should really say more, but he has countless questions, and he needs at least one of them answered. Remus nods once, playing with his fingers.

"Mum made the guess. She wouldn't have believed me if I'd said no."

"Because you've been talking about me 'non-stop,'" Sirius supplies, careful to use Hope's exact words. Remus nods quickly, face turning much redder than it had been before.

"Sorry," he says before Sirius can say anything else. Sirius frowns.

"For what?"

"Lying to you. I mean, I basically tricked you into this whole thing because I didn't want to disappoint my mum."

"You gave me an out multiple times," Sirius tries, but Remus isn't done.

"And for, er... what my mum said. I didn't realise that she'd... you can leave, if you want. I wouldn't be pissed. I mean, fuck, I wouldn't be pissed if you didn't want to speak to me for a while." Okay, now Sirius is much more confused. "I... I really hope this doesn't ruin our friendship, though. I know it's probably going to feel weird now, and I get that, but I- Merlin, I really don't want to lose you, Sirius."

"Remus," Sirius starts gently.

"I mean, we could just forget that she ever said that. I've been perfectly fine living like this until now, I'll be okay."

"Moony."

"Sorry. God, if I'd known that was going to happen I wouldn't have... I could have just... I don't know, fuck, I'm so sorry-"

"Remus!" Sirius finally manages to snap him out of his strange, apologetic tangent. "I just want to make sure that I haven't hideously misunderstood what your mum said. You like me?" Remus nods, and Sirius takes a step closer. "Romantically?" He nods again. "And you have for a while now?"

Remus barely gets a chance to nod before Sirius closes the gap between them, connecting their lips. He hears Remus gasp as he pulls away, locking eyes with him and watching him carefully. For a second, he watches as Remus' brain speeds up, eyes scanning over Sirius' face as he tries to process everything.

Eventually, he seems to throw out every thought in his brain, cupping Sirius' face in both of his hands and kissing him back. Time stops as Sirius is caught up in the feeling of Remus' lips on his, one hand moving from his face and into his hair, his own arms moving impulsively to wrap around Remus' waist. It's everything Sirius could have imagined and more. Part of him still thinks he's imagining things, that there's no way Remus is actually here kissing him. It's overwhelmingly perfect, making Sirius feel a little giddy with the joy rising in his chest-

"Oh my Lord!" A shrill voice that Sirius recognises as Anna interrupts them, forcing them apart. "I- I'm just- right, um... I- okay." She turns and leaves, absolutely dumbfounded, eyes wide and a little horrified. For a second they both look at the closed door, before turning to exchange a glance. The moment their eyes lock, Sirius starts laughing. It doesn't take much for Remus to join in, as Sirius drops his head on Remus' shoulder and Remus laughs along with him.

Fuck Remus' strange extended family.

Nothing can ruin this for them.

[swtt4hk]

Meeting Sang-woo’s mom for the first time… || Cho Sang-woo x fem!Reader (Oneshot)

requested by: @sensationallysangwoo

you and Cho Sang-woo have been dating for a while. You guys met through a mutual friend who introduced you to each other and you both fell in love on first sight.

Sang-woo is a successful business man , who grew up in Ssangmun-dong as the smartest boy and the pride of his neighbourhood. His standards for women were always pretty high and that’s why he took a while to find the right woman. But when he first looked at you , he knew you were the one. The love of his life.

Your relationship with Sang-woo is all that you’ve dreamed of. He buys you gifts , you go on trips together and on his days off , he makes sure to give you all his attention. You couldn’t ask for something more and neither could he.

The fact that he wanted you to meet his mom , was a big deal for both of you. It meant that the relationship was getting more serious. You couldn’t lie , you were nervous about meeting his mom , even though he reassured you that everything will be okay and that his mom will absolutely adore you.

—are you sure she’ll like me? What if she thinks I’m not good enough for you?

you keep asking those kind of questions until you arrive at Sang-woo’s hometown , Ssangmun-dong. He helps you get out of the car and he can sense how nervous you feel and totally understands it. He’s a successful businessman while you’re just a secretary at a , not so very successful, company.

you’re just a few steps away from Sang-woo’s mother shop. She runs a fish shop , which you found ridiculous at first because with the money that Sang-woo has , his mom wouldn’t have to work for the rest of her life , but his mom actually enjoys working , even if it’s just a fish shop.

Sang-woo holds your hand tightly and gives you a reassuring smile.

—everything’s gonna be okay , hm? Just be yourself and don’t be nervous. You know that everytime you get nervous , it doesn’t help you with anything and it only makes things worse.

You take a deep breath before giving him a nod to walk towards him mom. When you stand in front of the store , Sang-woo’s mother looks at both of you with surprise.

—ah! Son what a nice surprise!

she says and hugs him

—it’s nice to see you again mom…

Sang-woo gestures you to stand beside him

—who is that son? Is she your co-worker?

Sang-woo chuckles

—no mom she….she is my girlfriend. And I brought here to introduce you to her.

his mom takes a look at you

—ahhh it’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name sweetheart?

—my name is Y/N…it’s so nice to family meet you mrs Hye-jin , Sang-woo has told me a lot about you.

—ohh I hope he has said good things about me!

she jokes and you all laugh.

She gets you to sit at a table , behind the store and you all start talking. As the conversation keeps going, your anxiety goes away and you start getting more comfortable with Sang-woo’s mom. She’s actually a really nice woman and she’s not too nosy or annoying like any other mom would be towards her son’s girlfriend.

At some point , Sang-woo excuses himself to go answer a call and leaves you too alone and your anxiety comes back. Sang-woo was helping the conversation to keep going but now you don’t know what to say. His mom looks at you with a serious expression on her face and sighs before speaking to you.

—Y/N…do you love my son?

the question catches you off guard but you look at her with a reassuring smile and respond

—of course I do , mrs Hye-jin.

—do you promise you’ll keep being a good girlfriend to him? He has told me a lot about you and I’m truly happy that he’s found the love of his life but…as his mom , I’m still worried.

—of course! I promise I’ll keep being nice to him , take care of him and maybe , in the future…take good care of our kids.

Sang-woo’s mom smiles and holds your hand

—I’m so happy to hear that you see your relationship with Sang-woo as a serious one. He’s been through a lot and I’m so thankful that he’s finally happy and in a serious relationship. You’ve changed him a lot…in a good way of course. But please focus on your job and responsibilities too because if you give him too much attention he becomes a brat.

She jokes and you both chuckle

—thank you for accepting me into your family mrs Hye-jin…I promise I’ll focus on both my job and Sang-woo and…I’ll keep an eye on him so he doesn’t become a brat.

You say and you both laugh again. Then Sang-woo comes back and sits on the table.

—What did I miss?

His mom looks at him with a strict attitude

—ya! How dare you start dating a girl like her and not introduce her to me earlier, huh?

His mom shouts at him and you try to hold your laugh back.

—hey mommm! I just wanted to see if things actually got serious! I’m sorry!

he says in a whiney tone

—make sure to take care of her properly! She’s a diamond , we can’t lose her , understood?

Sang-woo rolls his eyes

—understood…

You all have a good laugh , make more jokes and talk about many many things. Meeting Sang-woo’s mom wasn’t that bad after all…

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Thank you soooo much @sensationallysangwoo for requesting this ff! It really was a great idea and I enjoyed writing it! More fics coming soon!

[treatbuckywkisses]

SHES BAAAAAAACK !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I appreciate your angst so much more when you give me a happy ending🥹 IM SELFISH OK. this was sooooooo lovely😭

The thing about Bucky Barnes was, well, he’s kind of an asshole. I'm listening 🎧 

You were finishing up a game of beer pong where you and Bucky absolutely dominated, and as you sank the last cup, he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back on your feet. The thing is, he didn’t really let you go. You stood there, in the middle of a crowded party, with his arms around you and it was like everyone else disappeared. oh I'm weak. absolute knee buckling

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sigh. oh im nauseous tiffany. 

He sounded so sincere, and he was your best friend, so you took a deep breath and sighed, accepting the fact that if you wanted Bucky in your life, this was just something you would have to deal with. :( this sucks LMAO this is such a real and unfortunate feeling that youve perfectly pictured into my brain ft bucky :(

You wanted to argue, to scream, to make him feel bad about choosing her over you, but hadn’t he already? So instead, you mumbled a quiet agreement and hung up, not wanting to talk to him any longer. Already, it felt like the beginning of the end. im throwing up currently

You sat down at his table, no longer interested in placid excuses and apologies, and asked him point blank what was going on. YA GOOD FOR YOU BABE 

You nodded, grabbing your coffee as you stood up, and headed for the door. If he was willing to let your friendship go, then you weren’t going to fight him on it. So you left, face heated with embarrassment and tears threatening to spill over. nooooooo:( i know a place we can take dot 😈 this is so beautifully depressing:( 

Adjusting to a life without Bucky was weird, you had to admit, but you did it anyway. The first few weeks were the hardest, when he was the first person you wanted to text during any occasion, but eventually that muscle memory faded until you were reaching out to the people who actually valued you in their life. EVENTUALLY THAT MUSCLE MEMORY FADED UNTIL THAT MUSCLE MEMORY FADED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc you never had to THINK with bucky everything was instinctual I'm SPEECHLESS YOU COME HERE AND KISS ME ON THE MOUTH 🙀

You supposed it was kind of funny, in that asshole way of his, and you stared at the message for another moment before responding. OH 🥲🥹 

YOUR BUCKY GET OUT

He wrapped you in his arms as he stood in front of you, and it all felt so heartbreakingly familiar you gave in immediately, all the tension leaking from your body at the feeling Bucky gave you. he's home🥺

It was electric. Never had a kiss from someone else ever lit a fire inside you the way one from Bucky did. It started off slow, searching, a chance to reacquaint yourselves. But the second Bucky’s hand reached to tangle in your hair, everything shifted. the build up is phenomenal 🤤🤤

All it took was a soft whisper of come on, baby and a crook of Bucky’s fingers and you were falling apart, the intensity of your orgasm whipping through you, and as you floated back down to your senses, Bucky was still going. i am FERAL for this 

“I missed you so much.” You didn’t respond for a moment, but you lifted your head to meet Bucky’s eyes. In them lay the sincerity of his words, vulnerable now that they weren’t being said in the heat of the moment. :( soft baby omwgskdhjs 

genuinely i don't know how you hated the smut bc it was so passionate:( and it really said a lot for them i think. a moment of deep connection to further solidify what they were feeling together🥺 I hope this helps you see that🫶🏻 never doubt yourself baby you're amazing!!!!

the art of missing someone

summary: bucky barnes was a lot, but he would always be yours

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: brief college then modern au, little bit of angst, don't ask if this is based off personal experience i will cry, smut (MINORS DNI!) [unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)], confessions, idk man i'm just here

a/n: first fic of 2025!! this was a bitch and i still lowkey hate it but it is what it is

main masterlist - i no longer have a taglist but you can follow @theafterglowlibrary for updates!

The thing about Bucky Barnes was, well, he’s kind of an asshole.

In a funny way, really, but an asshole through and through and, for some reason, that did it for you.

It did it for you so much, in fact, that you had been going in circles with him for years now. You met him originally at a party in college; you didn’t know anyone except for your roommate, Natasha, and she introduced you. You immediately gravitated towards him, with his quick wit and sharp opinions, you felt like you could talk to him about anything. He kept close to you the entire night, getting more touchy as the evening dragged on, until the tipping point came.

You were finishing up a game of beer pong where you and Bucky absolutely dominated, and as you sank the last cup, he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back on your feet. The thing is, he didn’t really let you go. You stood there, in the middle of a crowded party, with his arms around you and it was like everyone else disappeared.

Searching your eyes for permission, he bent his head down and his lips met yours and that was really the beginning of it all. It was unlike any kiss you had ever had, sweet but a little desperate and you craved more.

It became a thing, after that. You would see Bucky at a party, make nice for a few hours, then end up in a closet or empty bedroom making out until someone came to find you.

But more than that, Bucky became your friend. He was who you talked to in your darkest moments, who you sent stupid videos to, everything, and you liked it like that.

That is, until everything got turned on its head.

It happened right after graduation. You had just moved into your own apartment and were waiting for Bucky to come over for movie night. You hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, the communication very much lacking, but you figured it was just a busy time for both of you and once you got settled, everything would be fine.

That is, until you got a phone call as you closed the microwave door and started the popcorn. Immediately seeing Bucky’s name, you wiped your hands and answered.

“Hey, you almost here?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sigh.

“I- I don’t know how to say this,” Bucky started, and you found yourself growing nervous. There was nothing you and Bucky couldn’t talk about. Well, almost nothing. “Me and Dot, well, we’ve been talking and…”

His voice trailed off, the line going quiet again. But you were going to make him say it.

“We’re getting back together. She really wants to make it work this time.”

And there it was. Dot was Bucky’s on again-off again for the last several years, stretching back to before you even knew him, and it was a sore spot in your friendship. They had mostly been “off” in the time you’d known him, save for a few memorable occasions where she wormed her way back into his life for a couple weeks just to break his heart all over again. It was safe to say she was not your favorite person, and you certainly weren’t hers.

“Bucky…” you started, but he cut you off.

“No, I know what you’re thinking.” He actually probably had no clue how evil the thoughts you had were, but you weren’t going to enlighten him. “But it’s serious this time, we’ve been talking since graduation and we’re both ready to give this a real shot, without all the bullshit.”

He sounded so sincere, and he was your best friend, so you took a deep breath and sighed, accepting the fact that if you wanted Bucky in your life, this was just something you would have to deal with.

You could hear his relieved laugh on the other end, and you felt your stomach give an odd lurch, like someone had pulled a carpet out from under you.

“I knew you would understand, thank you.”

“Of course, Buck. Now, what about movie night?”

Another beat of silence, then, just like you knew it would happen:

“I can’t, Dot is coming over.”

You wanted to argue, to scream, to make him feel bad about choosing her over you, but hadn’t he already? So instead, you mumbled a quiet agreement and hung up, not wanting to talk to him any longer. Already, it felt like the beginning of the end.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

-

It didn’t even happen slowly, is the worst part. You didn’t see Bucky that night, or any night for the weeks that followed. It wasn’t until you saw him at the coffee shop by your apartment that you were able to talk to him.

You sat down at his table, no longer interested in placid excuses and apologies, and asked him point blank what was going on.

“I’m just trying to keep Dot happy.”

“By staying away from me?” You were frustrated, sure, but under that really you were just hurt. “Listen, you know I don’t like her, but I would never ask you to choose between us. That’s not fair and if she cared about you like she said she does, then she wouldn’t either.”

“It’s not like that!” His voice was raising, just a little, so you knew he was just being defensive. He must have heard it too because he cleared his throat, voicing going back to normal. “I just don’t want to cause any problems.”

You nodded, grabbing your coffee as you stood up, and headed for the door. If he was willing to let your friendship go, then you weren’t going to fight him on it. So you left, face heated with embarrassment and tears threatening to spill over.

As you passed the threshold to the coffee shop back onto the sidewalk, you pulled your headphones on, ignoring the bustle of the city and Bucky still watching you leave through the window.

-

Adjusting to a life without Bucky was weird, you had to admit, but you did it anyway. The first few weeks were the hardest, when he was the first person you wanted to text during any occasion, but eventually that muscle memory faded until you were reaching out to the people who actually valued you in their life. 

Almost a year passed, and you moved on in all the ways you could. You heard Bucky moved back across the river to Brooklyn and that was about all you knew; your friends avoided the mention of even his name if they could help it, even though you knew at the very least Steve and Natasha still talked to him.

You just hoped he was happy, no matter what he was doing.

It was a cold January night when the notification came through. Wanda had recently convinced you to get on a dating app, even though you were perfectly content being single, thank you, but you had to admit the attention didn’t hurt.

You weren’t expecting much when your phone chimed and you unlocked it without even looking at the notification. Which is how you came face to face with Bucky’s Hinge profile, and a message attached to a picture of you that you knew he had taken saying: hey, you look familiar.

Was that really how he was going to make amends, on a dating app?

You supposed it was kind of funny, in that asshole way of his, and you stared at the message for another moment before responding.

oh, i know you?

if you want to

And, well, that was the thing. You did want to. No matter what he did, no matter how much he hurt you, he was still your best friend. Your Bucky.

Instead of answering, you pulled up a contact you hadn’t opened in months and pressed call. It rang one time before a familiar voice flooded the other end.

“Hey, stranger.”

“Hey, Buck.”

It was a healthy conversation, if you were being honest. Bucky apologized, told you he and Dot were done for good this time and, against your better judgment, you accepted it. You talked for hours after that, catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories, until you checked the time.

“Shit, it’s late,” you said as you put the phone back to your ear. “Almost midnight.”

And then, the words you dreaded but wanted desperately.

“Come over.”

“To Brooklyn? Buck I can’t take the subway this late.”

“I’ll pay for your Uber. Just come over.” You could hear the words he wanted to say, the ones on the tip of his tongue that he just wouldn’t force out.

“Well, I did miss you.” You tried to press it, to make him say it, but he only hummed on the other end.

“So is that a yes?”

You looked down at yourself, cozied up in sweatpants and a hoodie that you were almost entirely sure was Bucky’s, and sighed.

“Yes.”

“Perfect, your Uber will be there in 8 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to wonder how he got your new address - probably one of your mutual friends, maybe he had been keeping more tabs on you than you had on him - and shot up from the couch. With no time to change, you headed to the bathroom and brushed your teeth before taming your hair in the best way you could. As you were stuffing some clothes in an overnight bag - just in case, you told yourself - your phone chimed with a text from Bucky that your Uber had arrived. 

In a whirlwind, you rushed to the car where the driver seemed very put off at having to wait a whole 90 seconds for you to walk four flights of stairs, and slid in.

The whole ride there you were nervous. The thing with Bucky was, despite many drunken hookups, you’d never actually had sex. You weren’t really sure why, just that it had never happened and you had been grateful for it in the long run. You weren’t even sure if it would happen tonight, if he still wanted you like that. Even with all your talking and catching up, you hadn’t been brave enough to ask what this meant.

At nearly 1am, your Uber pulled up outside a beautiful Brooklyn brownstone and, there on the front porch, stood Bucky.

He wrapped you in his arms as he stood in front of you, and it all felt so heartbreakingly familiar you gave in immediately, all the tension leaking from your body at the feeling Bucky gave you. 

“Hey,” he said softly into your hair. “Come on in.”

Bucky’s house was so far from his old college apartment it was frightening, yet it couldn’t have felt more like Bucky. More like home. 

You took in your surroundings, shelves of books and vintage furniture and warm tones, it was almost like stepping back into your own place, the aesthetics were so similar. That was the funny feeling in your chest, you were sure.

Eventually, you ended up on Bucky’s couch with some superhero movie on, not really watching it but still grateful for its background noise to fill the room with each lull in the conversation. Not that there were many, one thing that came easy with Bucky had always been talking - although neither of you did much of that when it really mattered; you figured you could put that out of your mind for now. 

Over the course of the movie, you and Bucky shifted closer together until your thighs were pressed flush and you could feel the air from each of his exaggerated hand movements. It wasn’t until a wayward wave nearly grazed your nose that you truly realized how close you had become, and the sight of Bucky’s eyes shifting subtly to your lips has your self restraint at an all time low.

Fuck it, you thought. You had wanted this for so long, but you also knew you could live without Bucky if everything went tits up. It was a sad thought, that, but you couldn’t let this opportunity go. With every bit of courage you had, you let your hand float up to cup Bucky’s cheek, eyes searching for any sort of hesitation. When you found none, you leaned forward to close the admittedly small gap between your lips.

It was electric. Never had a kiss from someone else ever lit a fire inside you the way one from Bucky did. It started off slow, searching, a chance to reacquaint yourselves. But the second Bucky’s hand reached to tangle in your hair, everything shifted. 

Suddenly you were pulled in Bucky’s lap, legs straddling his, lips desperate for a taste of what you’d missed for so long. It was everything you hadn’t let yourself wish for, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to be missing it again anytime soon.

It wasn’t until your shirts were on the floor and Bucky was making quick work of your clasped bra that you thought maybe it would be smart to just slow down. Just for a second, just to get your bearings. 

An honest to god whine fell from his lips as you pulled back, stopping his hands from undressing you any further. 

“Buck,” you whispered, forehead pressed to his, hands cupping his face as if he was something precious. Though you supposed he was, to you at least. “What’s going on?”

“I just…” His voice trailed off, obviously unsure of himself even though this at least was familiar territory. What was to come next, however, was not. “I can’t go another day without making you mine.”

Your core tightened at the words, vivid memories of what Bucky’s hands and mouth could do; fantasies of what else he could do invaded as well as suddenly talking didn’t seem like a priority anymore. 

“Take me to bed.” And that was all he needed. 

Bucky scooped you up bridal style, carrying you across the threshold of his bedroom and laying you gently on his bed. Your eyes darted around, wanting more of snippets of the life Bucky had built here, but you were quickly distracted by his body covering yours, the weight of him pressed between your thighs was comforting and intoxicating. 

Bucky’s touch proved even more distracting as he shed you of your bra, mouth immediately latching to one nipple, the little nips and sucks enough to drive you crazy on their own, while his hands pinched at the other. He continued his assault until you were dizzy with want, then he trailed down your body with his mouth, not leaving an inch of skin undiscovered until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants.

He pulled them down just an inch, then his eyes shot up to meet yours at the discovery. 

“No underwear?” His voice was deep, husky, almost fucked out if you really thought about it. It was a thrill that your hold on him was so tight that just the thought of you without underwear was enough to leave him reeling just a little bit. 

You batted your eyes innocently. “Someone didn’t give me much warning about my Uber, I apologize.”

The giggle in your voice suggested the insincerity of your apology, but it didn’t deter Bucky as he pulled your pants from your body, mouth and hands still exploring. 

His fingers traced unknown patterns along your inner thighs, gently pushing them apart until you were fully exposed to him. You felt nervous all of a sudden, like you had never been in this position before. You had, of course, but never sober, and never with Bucky looking at you so attentively - like he was going to eat you alive. 

It was intense, having Bucky’s eyes bore into you as he lowered his mouth to your core, starting with gentle kitten licks until your hips were bucking, searching for more friction. One of his hands pinned your hips to the bed, while the other slipped through your folds, spreading spit and slick, before he slipped one inside of you. Then two, then three, until you were begging for release.

All it took was a soft whisper of come on, baby and a crook of Bucky’s fingers and you were falling apart, the intensity of your orgasm whipping through you, and as you floated back down to your senses, Bucky was still going. 

It was feverish, like he couldn’t get enough of your pleasure, and each twitch and moan encouraged him until your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him away from your spent body.

He let out a protest, but you silenced it by pressing your lips to his, moaning at the taste of yourself as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You were lost in the sensation, letting yourself be manhandled until you were once again in Bucky’s lap. Sometime while you had been transported to another planet, his pants had been shed and you were oh so close to getting everything you ever wanted. 

With your mouth still pressed to his, you rolled your hips, feeling the weight of him sliding along you. You kept at it, teasing and grinding until he thrust his hips and there it was; one slight adjustment and the feeling of Bucky stretching you out to was more overwhelming than you could have imagined.

Your hips stilled, as did Bucky’s, letting you adjust to him until you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, your way of telling him that you were okay, that he could move.

His thrusts started slowly, letting you feel every inch of him until you were begging for more. When his hands stopped roaming to grip your hips tightly, you knew you were done for.

Bucky held you in place, his hips snapping up to fuck into you and all you could do was hold on for the ride. 

You were so overwhelmed you almost missed Bucky’s words, mixed in with his moans, but once you caught them, they were as clear as day:

I missed you.

Over and over, Bucky was repeating the words, interspersed with groans and heavy panting, but your heart restricted regardless 

He missed you. Bucky missed you.

With your thoughts such a jumbled mess, reveling in the fact that this was really happening, your orgasm snuck up on you. One second you were floating on the high of Bucky and the next you were crashing, falling, and he was right there to catch you as you came down.

His hips slowed, stuttering as he spilled into you with one final thrust.

For a moment, the world around you didn’t exist. All there was was this moment, with Bucky’s arms around you and your head buried in his shoulder. Everything came back at once: your harsh breaths, the noise of the TV far away in the living room, and Bucky’s hushed whispers as he held you.

“I missed you so much.” You didn’t respond for a moment, but you lifted your head to meet Bucky’s eyes. In them lay the sincerity of his words, vulnerable now that they weren’t being said in the heat of the moment.

“I missed you too, Buck.”

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Hey friend! Social media breaks are good. I'm glad you are back!

I did a very very tedious thing -- I went through every single one of Azzi's games to break down her assisted and unassisted field goals as well as attempts per quarter. Note for Azzi - her layups and jumpers are often a mixed bag of unassisted and assisted while almost all her threes are assisted. I actually really want to see her improve on unassisted threes this year. Also I was tempted to count the Bueckers to Fudd connection but I'll leave that for another day.

I categorized the teams she faced into four tiers based on how they were ranked at the time (SRS ranking on basketball reference). Then I added one more category for when Azzi was healthy, just to filter out the outliers (I didn't count the USC game for instance - she only played 8 minutes coming back from a knee injury but I did count Louisville because she got subbed almost immediately after her injury - she was fine before). The trends are very fascinating and well a simple eye test could probably tell you these things.

Fourth Tier - Easiest Games

Total of 12 games played

Averages 23.3 minutes played

True Shooting Percentage: 58.9%

Effective Field Goal Percentage: 55.1%

She has 5.9 attempts in the first half and 3.6 in the second half (makes sense since she normally doesn't play the 2nd half much against these teams)

She shoots 48.5% in the first half and 42.4% in the second half (again, probably because she just doesn't play much in the second half)

She has 2.7 assisted field goals to 1.5 unassisted field goal made on average.

Third Tier

Total of 17 games

Averages 26 minutes played

True Shooting Percentage = 60.8%

Effective Field Goal Percentage = 60%

5.5 and 4.5 for field goal attempts in the first and second half on average

45.3% 1st half and 50.5% second half for accuracy

3.4 assisted field goals to 1.5 unassisted field goal made on average.

Second Tier

Total of 16 games

Average of 30.1 minutes played

True Shooting Percentage = 56%

Effective Field Goal Percentage = 54.6%

5.9 and 6.1 for field goal attempts in the first and second half on average

36.5% in the first half and 46.6% in the second half. This one really stuck out to me - she adapts and gets better in the second half it seems.

4 assisted to 1.2 unassisted field goals made on average. This and the last bullet point tells me that in these games the entire team adapts probably at the half, sets some plays so then she's able to get going.

First Tier - Hardest Games

Total of 7 games

Averages 35.7 minutes played

True Shooting Percentage =56.6%

Effective Field Goal Percentage = 53.6%

6.7 and 7.7 field goal attempts in the first and second half on average

43.4% in the first half and 48.6% in the second half. Again, she seems to just get better in the second half.

3.7 assisted and 3.4 unassisted field goals made on average.

This really stuck out to me - in the hardest of games, when she is healthy, she creates for herself and takes over in the second half.

Note that only one game this year falls in this category for Azzi and she excelled (Ole Miss just makes the cut but is on the cusp of First and Second Tier).

I thought about breaking it down by year but she just hasn't played enough for me to make anything meaningful out of it. Like her sophomore year started out so tough with first and second tier competition and she excelled before the injury and what really is striking is how she averaged 35.8% in shot accuracy in the first half and 51.7% in the second half or as we like to call it "Azzi Fudd vs Texas second half". She also really took over some games on her own - that aspect is what we are waiting for now.

I think the other striking thing is her true shooting and effective field goal percentage doesn't dip below 50%. Note that true shooting accounts for free throws and Azzi doesn't get a lot of those. Effective field goal rates three points higher and probably gives a more accurate representation of her shooting. Steph Curry's career average for true shooting percentage is 62.5% and effective field goal percentage is 58.2%. I'm sure if I broke Steph's stats down by tier, it would have a similar slight dip - you expect that in harder games.

Anyway, I was inspired to make this post because people were crashing out for a bad shooting night. I'm a big picture type of person. She's doing just fine, if not better in some areas. The real litmus test will be against Tennessee and South Carolina. I don't think Azzi has ever faced South Carolina truly healthy. I do think she should take at least 20 shots in those games. Currently, she averages around 14 for the harder games and 9 for the easier games (completely dependent on minutes played obviously). I fully expect UConn to get destroyed but I want to see that killer instinct Azzi possesses to come alive because that's the only thing left that UConn needs from her before March.

I loved reading this until you murdered me with "I fully expect UConn to get destroyed" 💀. I'm glad you're here to put everything into perspective.

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GOOD AND PLENTY: K.B

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breakfast has been set and katsuki did not come to play. your dad assumed by his rush to do the breakfast that he was definitely good - but as soon as he took the first bite, he rushed to finish it.

hell, katsuki surely was husband material, he might keep this love spell just to allow himself to get some good food.

you yourself was no better, the sounds of you gobbling up the food was the only thing heard from you. your eyes had a narrow focus, which was the breakfast in front of you and only that.

“katsuki bakugou, please marry my daughter if you would like!” your dad’s muffled voice was barely registrable.

“what?! don’t go making statements like that!” you exclaimed, your voice equally as muffled as you both stuffed your mouthy to the fullest capacity.

“that’s the plan, sir” katsuki smirked, outting his hand in his sweatpant pockets.

you instantly looked at him shocked. with how awkward the morning was, you assumed that he wouldn’t even look at you as your dad made that comment. clearly, the love spell is still at work.

“anyways, let me get started on your situationship, then i can continue to eat well!” your dad chuckled as you groaned in embarrassment, your dad and you only met yet he was already as cringe as a dad could be.

“alright, sit down in front of my katsuki.” your dad asked softly, to which katsuki confusingly followed.

your dad looked into his eyes, it was a whirlpool between pink and red. his eyes flickered, would then return to normal, only to flicker again in a quick repetition.

“right, i’m going to do something first to check what the hells going on with his eyes.” your dad muttered, to which you nodded vigorously.

your dad put his hands on katsuki’s head, muttering things in latin and before you knew it, katsuki passed out with a projection of his soul coming out of his body, his resting face was a scowl so you knew this was the orginal katsuki.

“y/n l/n, i am going to fucking murder you when i get back. i swear, ill make you suffer.” katsuki’s soul seethed as he turned to face you.

“shit, katsuki, im so sorry! i really-“

“you fucking embarrassed me for weeks! everyone sees me as this stupid lover boy that’s obsessed over you.” katsuki’s seethed yelled back, his voice having a slight echo.

“oh get over yourself katsuki’s, is being seen in love with me that torturous for you?” you rolled your eyes.

“that’s not the fucking issue and you know it.” katsuki’s angrily replied.

you looked at him skeptically, was that a confession? or did he simply mean he doesn’t care that much about what other people think about you two? either way sounds to have romantic connotations.

“then what is?” you asked.

“the fact- you know what, fuck this. get me out and lemme talk to her fact to face, old man.” katsuki looked at your dad as he responded.

“old man is crazy considering im your crushes father but whatever.” you father muttered immaturely.

katsuki looked slightly flustered as he said that, turning to face you and see your reaction only to still look skeptical.

your father then sent his soul into his body and started the ritual through putting a glass charm of a heart onto katsuki’s chest and hovering his hands while a soft glow emmitted from it.

“this doesn’t usually happen you know, once you do a love spell, that’s it, it cannot be broken unless powerful mages or the person itself have the power to stop it.” your dad explained.

“then why does-“

“because, for some reason, his soul and body rejected it. i don’t know how it worked, he clearly already had feelings for you, otherwise the spell wouldn’t have worked so quickly and so powerfully, but his soul was constantly fighting the spell. his spirit was simply too strong compared to the dosage you gave him, and trust me, i can sense that it was a lot.” you dad further explained.

you looked at him and started to understand. katsuki has always been a fighter, it makes sense that his spirit too also wanted to fight.

but, this whole thing about feelings. you knew he had them for you beforehand. you’re just so confused why he never told you? why he flirted with that second year that practically started it all? why he always seemed to make you a second choice?

the sound of a crack broke you out of your thoughts, you looked and saw that heart chart was broken - indicating that the love spell was broken.

katsuki’s eyes fluttered awake, he started to wake up as small groans escaped his lips. with his true soul being dormant for a while, it felt weird finally seeing things with his own eyes rather than was felt like to be a glass mirror.

“katsuki..” you said softly, getting up to walk up to him.

“fuck, i- i need to go for a drive.” katsuki suddenly spoke, his nerves for some reason shot through the roof, and so he sped to the hallway, grabbed his keys and immediately left.

you called out for him, but he has no response, marching his way to his car and driving off quickly.

“leave him, he will come back, don’t worry.” you father advised you.

you sighed, you knew he would, katsuki never left forever. but it sucked that the first time in a while you were seeing him again, he did what he always did and ran from his emotions.

you just hoped that when he came back, a different song would play for you two.

[diminuel]

So I’ve been really enjoying your Lady Rocks stuff especially the world most ridiculous family tree one. And it made me think of a silly crack theory I had a long time ago.

Basically Sabo doesn’t look like his parents but as a child he looks a lot like Doflamingo did as a kid. So theory is that his clout chasing parents got a tip about a Celestial Dragon, sent a maid or something to have a one night stand in hopes of getting a World Noble baby, only to find out his family line was banished and that included their new newborn. So they were just stuck with Sabo, without the perks they wanted, but he was still something of a status symbol so kept him. And they just never told Sabo about it. The rest is history.

Idk if you’ll like it, but I guess potential for an even crazier family line.

!!!!

*lol*

I had to think about this, because it's very possible that Outlook heard Garp chatting to someone (Tsuru?) about that Celestial Dragon that's been keeping them on their toes in the North Blue (of course Garp would be shouted at to keep his mouth shut but he's all "you didn't hear anything, did you??" to Outlook who just agrees very easily, but is internally rubbing his ambitious hands.)

But that maid must be quite courageous (or loyal??) to go through with that. While Goa, as a member of the World Government and being so close to the Redline, might have regular trading vessels going to the North Blue because the WG does allow people officially crossing the Redline if they go through the regular process.

(It might also be that a young Didit was ambitious enough to pack her sexiest lingerie and go herself. But eh, I don't know.)

So it might not be too hard to do very rudimentary research and then put the maid on a trading vessel to the North Blue. And then she'd just have to place herself in a bar frequented by some unsavory characters, bid her time and make her move.

(Now the question is just: is this maid then taken out of the picture by the tragic mother's curse reigning in the OP world or is she paid off and living a pleasant life on a beach somewhere, never wasting another thought on this kid?)

And I think it makes sense that Sabo's parents would keep him. He was a costly investment and surely even expelled, there's got to be something in Sabo's Celestial Dragon blood that makes him fated to rule. Maybe it just takes a couple more steps until they can ascend to the Holy Land! First! Make sure he is raised as husband material for the princess of Goa. The rest will surely come. X3

(I think I also like the fact that Sabo muses on how he feels like a bird in a cage. A cage he has been put into because of who his biological father is - a guy famous for his devastating bird cage attack. *eyes emoji*)

Anyway. Stamp of approval for the most insane timeline expansion *lol*

(And if Doflamingo ever finds out, he's going to be so insufferable about co-parenting with Crocodile and Dragon. Especially Crocodile, I doubt he cares enough about Dragon apart from just enjoying pushing any buttons he can uncover *lol*)

P.S. the idea that if Doflamingo takes the glasses off he has Sabo's round eyes under them just flashed through my head! I know he doesn't as we've see one of his eyes in the flashback but still X'D