#actually that one is pretty nice. like she’s down to nap together all the time.

[floral-hex]

I like my women like I like my cats: soft, hairy, and in need of constant attention.

[ellecdc]

Dude, I read the one where you talked about pregnant reader and you said it'll be a cute fic.... are you really gonna write it!!? Poly moonwater with pregnant reader!?? Will you? Will you? Will you!!?? Please, will you!!!!!???

well.....since you asked so nicely........👀

poly!moonwater x afab fem!reader who finds out she's expecting

CW: mentions of pregnancy, how people get pregnant (nothing discussed in detail, SFW and minors), reader is concerned the boys will leave her, reader wishes to keep the pregnancy, based off a discussion on this post.

Now that you knew, you weren’t sure how you could honestly feel surprised. In fact, now you were kind of surprised that it hadn’t happened sooner. 

For all the claims that wizardingkind makes to be ahead of the curve in comparison to muggles, they don’t exactly have the best contraceptives. 

Potions are fine if you remember to take them, the same can be said about charms, and condoms are a foreign concept to the likes of wizarding society.

You’d been feeling so incredibly exhausted lately, and it had gotten to the point that you couldn’t make it through the day without having at least one nap. It was when you’d actually fallen asleep at the dinner table that Regulus started to fret, though Remus found it terribly funny at the time. 

Then came the aches and pains that never seemed to dull no matter what you did. You’d tried potions, over the counter muggle medications, hot baths, cold showers, lying flat, sitting up – nothing stopped the aches that seemed intent on plaguing you. Remus had even given you full body massages that, whilst absolutely heavenly, did absolutely fuck all. 

“Maybe you’re coming down with something?” He’d queried, holding the back of his hand to your head. “Reg? Can you bring me the thermometer?”

You swore you heard whatever Regulus had been fussing with in the kitchen fall unceremoniously onto the counter in his haste to come over to you.

“Why? Is she poorly?” He asked severely, placing the back of his hand against your head like Remus had, only far more aggressively and to the point that it actually made a slapping sound as it made contact.

“Och, babe! If she wasn’t poorly yet she’ll surely have a concussion now!” Remus chided, pushing Regulus’ hand away and cradling your head protectively to his chest.

Needless to say, the thermometer didn’t pick up a fever either. 

So, when you woke up the next morning and spent most of the day hunched over the toilet bowl, Reg insisted you see a Healer.

Once the Healer started to ask the more...pointed questions, the pieces all started to click together in your mind.

Are you sexually active? Yes.

When was your last menstrual cycle? They weren’t exactly regular so... you supposed it had been late.

Any nausea? Yes.

Fatigue. Uh-huh.

Body or muscle pain? Fuckin’ hells.

So now you were standing outside of yours, Remus', and Regulus’ shared flat with a copy of your test results in your hand wondering what in the buggering fuck you were going to do now.

Both Regulus and Remus were pretty set on not wanting children of their own. They loved children, and they were both really good with children (in their own, very different ways); but with Regulus’ past, his family's reputation, and “the sodding inbreeding, amour; I’d be surprised if it didn’t come out with everything upside down and backwards”, he was sure that it’d be better for everyone if he stayed childless.

And Remus.

Poor, sweet Remus.

Too ashamed of his own affliction to a) pass it onto his own biological child or b) force any child to live with the knowledge that they had a ‘monster’ for a father.

And that was that.

Children just wasn’t in the cards for you three.

Yet here you were...

Suddenly, you weren’t just worried; you were terrified.

They didn’t want this, they never wanted this. They had always been clear about that. They could have been more careful to prevent this, but here you were.

Here you were.

There you stood; outside of your shared flat, unable to bring yourself to open the door.

They were going to leave you; they’d leave you, surely. Yeah?

They didn’t want this.

They wouldn’t want you. 

Fuck.

“For the love of Circe, I’m jus- Salazar’s saggy balls, Y/N!” Regulus said as he stumbled in the doorway, startled after having been in the middle of shouting something over his shoulder only to nearly collide with you. “How long have you been standing out here?”

You stared dumbly at him; you weren’t ready to go inside. You weren’t ready to have this conversation.

Too bad.

“Not long?” You stated in the form of a question. He furrowed his brows and looked you up and down before offering you his hand up the two steps to your doorway. 

“I was just opening the doors and windows; you’re lovely boyfriend tried to make us dinner.” He explained with a fond eyeroll, stepping into the flat and squinting through the smoke flooding the living space.

“Yeah, yeah. Last time I try something new in the kitchen.” Remus muttered as he threw away an entire baking dish.

“What was it supposed to be again, sweetheart?” Regulus asked with a mischievous smirk you knew he picked up from spending too much time with Remus, Sirius, and James.

“Just never you mind, you tosser. Hi dove.” He muttered to Regulus, though his tone changed dramatically once he turned to you, his eyes softening as he took in your form.

“How was your appointment?”

Your appointment? Your appointment. The appointment you just had. The appointment where you found out. The appointment where you were told you were pregnant. That appointment. The appointment you were still holding the slip for. The slip with your results. The slip with your pregnancy test results. The slip with your positive pregnancy test results.

That appointment.

“I-”

And you took off to the bathroom, slammed the door behind you and heaved into the toilet. 

There was a gentle knock on the door as you sat back against the tub with your knees to your chest, trying to catch your breath. “Dove?”

Another knock.

“Okay, we’re coming in.” Came Regulus’ more authoritarian voice through the door before it slowly opened to allow both of them entrance.

Remus had to fold himself a number of times in order to sit on the bathroom floor beside you whilst Reg flushed the toilet (while you flushed in embarrassment) and closed the lid to sit on it, facing you and Remus. 

“Did you get any answers from the healer?” Regulus asked quietly.

You smothered a humourless scoff and nodded your head in the affirmative. 

The boys let you sit there with your head laid back onto the edge of the tub and your eyes closed before Regulus couldn’t seem to handle it anymore.

“And? Are you... okay?”

You took in a deep breath and pulled that paper - now crumpled within your fist - cast a gemino duplication spell on it and handed one to each boy. 

You curled yourself inward and rested your forehead on your knees, reminding yourself to breathe even though you knew these two men now knew that you were expecting, that you were expecting their child. 

It could have been moments, or it could have been hours; but it was Remus who broke the silence.

“Pregnant?” He whispered on an exhale.

You cautiously raised your head to look over at him by your side, noticing that his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

You brought him to tears.

He never wanted this.

He wouldn’t want you.

“You’re really pregnant?” He asked again.

You nodded and swallowed around your gag reflex; unsure whether the nausea was nerves or...pregnancy related.

“You’re...” Reg started, still looking down at the paper in his hands. “You’re... gonna have a baby?” He whispered in awe.

You felt your brows furrow when you heard an emotional chuckle from beside you.

You turned back to see Remus wiping tears away from his eyes as he looked back down at his own paper in front of him.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” Remus corrected, nudging Regulus’ calf with his foot.

“Wait, you... you guys aren’t upset?” You asked urgently. Both boys snapped to attention to look at you in various degrees of worry or horror.

“Upset!?” Remus gawked as Regulus started shaking his head emphatically.

“Why? Why would you be worried of such a thing?”

You shook your own head and looked down at your hands as you began picking at your nailbeds. “Neither of you were ever interested in having kids of your own.” 

“Oh, dovey.” Remus cooed and quickly pulled you into his side. “When was the last time we talked about this, huh? When we first graduated Hogwarts? I think we could manage a kid now, yeah?”

“Or four.” Regulus added, causing you and Remus to straighten up significantly.

“Four!?” You and Remus chorused.

“Since when did you want kids?” You questioned incredulously.

“The moment I saw you hold Harry for the first time.” He answered without hesitation. 

“Ha ha.” Remus taunted. “Mine was watching her shop for Lily’s baby shower.” 

“What!?” You nearly screeched.

Regulus sighed before ultimately moving to sit on the floor on your other side; you knew this was very serious considering he was a notorious germ freak. 

“I was always a little afraid of having kids of my own, you’re right. I mean, you’ve seen the way that Sirius and I turned out, yeah?”

You and Remus scoffed at that.

“I just hated the idea of ever being anything like my parents, because that’s all I know. Or I guess, that was all I knew. But... I think you guys have taught me an awful lot.”

You watched Regulus’ stormy grey eyes as they moved between you and Remus. “You’ve both taught me to slow down, to be more patient, to see the fun in the mess and the burnt food and the change of plans. You’ve taught me that I won’t perish if I sit on the bathroom floor for a minute. And, I think most importantly, you’ve taught me how to love. And when I see how happy Harry is, I realize that’s all a kid really needs, yeah? Love?”

“You... you really want a child? This child?” You asked in a whisper.

Regulus’s face turned heartbroken for a moment. “You’re child? Absolutely, amour. There was never any doubt.”

“I always thought I’d pass on only the worst parts of me to any child.” Remus added, turning your attention to him. “But I find I’m only ever my best self when I’m around the two of you. And any child that’s even a fraction of either of you, well, I’d be one... one lucky man to call them mine.” He whimpered the end of his sentence before breaking out into a sob.

“Oh, Rem.” You murmured empathetically, pulling his larger frame into your side. He chuckled through happy tears as he moved one of his hands tentatively to your abdomen.

“A baby...” Regulus breathed, looking back at the paper in his hands. “We’re really going to have a baby?”

You and Remus exchanged a shy glance, understanding seeming to pass between the two of you before you both turned back to Regulus.

“We’re going to have a baby.” You concurred. 

[silassinclair]

It’s my first time requesting, so I’m sorry if you don’t understand my bad english ;-;

May I request a GN readerx Yandere Wild West Outlaw (my brain can’t remember his name) with a reader who sleeps anywhere on anything? There will be one time this man has seen his darling somehow out of the ropes and is sleeping on the roof.

I understand if you don’t wanna do this request, but if you do it thank you from the bottom of my heart! <3

Always take care and take a break when needed~

This request is so silly I have to do it. Also your english is great, don’t sweat it!!

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sleepy Reader

CW// Nothing, just wholesomeness

Masterlist

It’s yours and Maddox’s first night together after he took you from your home. You two are camping out in the desert by a cave. There’s a small fire lit and Maddox’s horse Jasper is munching on some carrots.

But it’s been awfully quiet, the outlaw thinks. Why is it so quiet?

He realizes it’s because of you! You’re usually always thrashing and screaming at him and now you aren’t!

He also realizes that you’re no where to be found… It makes him panic slightly. He shoots up from where he’s sat and he looks around the camp. The desert is dangerous, what if you got stung by a scorpion or bit by a rattlesnake!?

“You come out from where you’re hidin’ missy! Or I outta shoot-”

He nearly trips and falls flat on his face. Looking down he sees you taking a dirt nap, quite literally in the dirt. How did you get so far away from camp? Did you sleep walk? Fall asleep while trying to escape? Whatever it is Maddox doesn’t give a damn, he’s glad he found you.

“You’re a dumb little thing. What would you do without me?”

From this moment onward Maddox sees a repeating pattern. You sleep anytime, anywhere. And on occasion you can even “teleport”. He thought about calling a priest to perform an exorcism on you once.

“Sweet Jesus, this ain’t possible… How’d ya get out here!?”

When you fall asleep while on his horse he sits you in front of him so he can act as a back rest. He doesn’t want you falling off now.

Loves it when you fall asleep on him. You’re so vulnerable when you’re asleep like this. He can touch you without getting yelled at or smacked. So he takes advantage of it.

Combs his hands through your pretty locks of hair and caresses your plush cheeks. Sometimes when you squirm in your sleep from a nightmare he shushes you like a baby and rocks you back and forth.

Stays by your side from now on when you’re asleep after… the incident.

The Incident:

After over a week of being on horseback and foot Maddox finds an old house for them to settle in temporarily. It’s a cute house with victorian architecture. It’s definitely abandoned and all the owner’s belongings are still there. They most likely fled due to the Native American tribe near by but Maddox isn’t afraid of them. He actually gets along with the tribesmen better than the whites who hate him for being half American and half Mexican.

“This place is nice. It almost the same size as my old home.” Y/n mutters as she admires the decor. But her eyes feel heavy, she needs to sleep. This past week has been exhausting.

Maddox notices how worn out she is. She’ll be no good to him if she’s a mopey, tired slug. So he brings her upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed is dusty but it’ll have to make do.

“You’ll sleep here sweetheart. But I’m gonna have to tie ya’ down. I don’t need ya’ escaping now.” Maddox ties a rope from the bed post to her ankle.

Y/n doesn’t even bother to yell or fight back from being tied down. She just falls asleep immediately like a hibernating bear. When she’s asleep Maddox unpacks some supplies down in the living room. He also cooks up a can of beans and digs in.

It’s quiet. All his life he’s been alone, but he’ll never admit he feels lonely. He’s never had anyone to trust or rely on. Most nights he’ll sleep under the stars and talk to Jasper. But he’s a horse so talking to him is one sided.

Even though Y/n is sleeping just upstairs he misses her. Misses her snarky comments, creative insults, and the way she smacks his chest when he gets too close.

“What are you doing to me woman..” The outlaw mutters to himself as he trudges himself up the creaky wooden stairs. He’s in front of her door and he opens it slowly, peeking his head in. But then he slams it open when he sees she’s gone.

“Y/n?” He shouts, looking around the room and searching every corner. She’s missing again! Maddox runs like a cat out of water as he searches the whole house. What if she got hurt!? He could never live with himself.

He kicks open the front door and looks around the property. What if the tribe found her and thought she was a threat? Every negative outcome of what could happen to her comes to his mind. Getting eaten by a coyote is a possibility too.

Maddox takes his hat off and grips his black hair.

“FUCK!” He shouts and kicks the dirt on the ground, the cloud of brown blowing with the wind. Maddox walks back to the house in defeat where he tells Jasper that Y/n’s gone, and she is never coming back. But the horse only exhales loudly and shakes his head back and forth.

“She’s gone buddy. I know you liked her but she’s probably dead in a fuckin’ ditch somewhere!” The man snaps.

Jasper slams his front leg down and neighs loudly. His nose is pointed up towards the house.

“What are ya’ on about you?” Jasper never behaved like this before unless he wanted to try and tell him something. He’s a smart horse, so any sound or motion me makes is usually when he tries to convey a message.

Maddox looks up at the house where Jasper is looking and squints his eyes. He puts his hat back on to cover his eyes from the beating sun. Looking closer he sees a familiar head of h/c hair on the roof!

“Y/n!?” Maddox says in disbelief. How the fuck did she get up there!? Does she even know she’s up there? Probably not.

“Shit boy, what do we do?” He turns to his horse. Jasper neighs louder and Maddox looks back up and sees that she’s about to fall off the roof!

“SHIT!”

Y/n turns in her sleep and falls off the roof. Maddox feels his heart drop and he breaks off into a sprint. Just before she hits the ground he catches her, making them both fall to the dirt.

“Y-You?” Y/n wakes up and sees she’s outside and that god forsaken outlaw is beneath her. His head is under her dress making her squeal and scramble away.

“W-What in the hell!? What do you think you’re doing? Why am I outside and why was your ugly mug up my dress!?”

Maddox groans and rubs his head. He turns to her with a glare and grabs her wrist, pulling her up.

“I ain’t ever takin’ my eye off you again! You ought to be a witch or somethin’!”

From that moment onward Maddox sleeps next to Y/n in a bone crushing cuddle. When he feels her move in the slightest he wakes up and tightens his hold. No way in hell will he let something like that happen again.

[elliesflower]

i’ve seen discourse abt ellie being stone top or a switch and i’m curious to know how do u hc her? she’s so hot either way idk how to feel😵‍💫

top to bottom [ellie williams]

pairing; ellie x f!reader

an; thanks for this request!! i've never written headcanons before hehe ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

18+ only, mdni!!!

so i know a lot of people actually hc ellie as being a bottom, but i really think she's a switch, though definitely preferring to top.

she'd be fucking whipped for you, eager to please you in any way you want, making her perfect to top you—she's the type to anticipate all your needs, and she'd do anything to make sure they're met.

"i know you've had a stressful week baby, let me make it better. please? i'll make it all better, i promise..."

she's just so casually dominant. she has a filthy mouth in casual conversation, and an even filthier one when she has you in her bed or on the table or in the bathroom or behind the church. she always knows exactly what to say to push your buttons, to rile you up, to get you right where she wants you...she'll have you practically kissing her feet, begging to be fucked.

"i know, sweetheart, you've been so good today...so polite, doing everything i asked of you...why don't you lay down for me?"

i think she'd like fucking you any way she could, but fucking you with the strap has to be her favorite. the way your face twists up in pleasure as she pushes past that tight ring of muscle, starting slowly until you're begging for more—and of course, she'll give it to you.

"oh fuck yeah...c'mon babe, arch that back, lemme in...you feel that, huh? nice and deep, just how you like it?"

she's a fucking sex god. have you seen her fucking fingers? i just know that seeing the pleasure she brings you gets her off—the pretty sounds you make while she's stuffing you full, feeling your pussy clench around her fingers as she draws orgasm after orgasm out of you...i just know she could come untouched.

"ah ah, don't cover your mouth, princess, lemme hear those pretty noises you make...yeah, good girl, that's it..."

she's a fucking munch. PERIODT. END OF SENTENCE.

"always so fucking wet for me...lemme taste you, fuck, i gotta taste you..."

buuuuut, she's also a big softie. she'll do anything to make you smile, and doesn't always take sex so seriously. she laughs at herself sometimes, or takes the worst possible moment to make a joke like when she's about to make you cum on her face.

"sorry babe, i couldn't help myself!"

you always know she wants you to top when she asks you to "watch a movie." it's her perfect excuse to cuddle up in your arms while you rub her back, feeling her breaths get heavier and deeper the further your hand trails down, until the night ends with the movie long forgotten, and her coming all over your fingers.

"it's been a long day, babe. let's cuddle and watch a movie?"

she's a fucking whimperer when she's getting fucked, i just know it. she's a little bossy, tells you exactly how many fingers to use, tells you how to grind your hips while you're scissoring, but you'll always do it, because it draws the sweetest sounds out of her pretty pink lips.

"right there, right there...uh, uh, fuck..."

she just wants to be close to you all the time. days off together are the best—laying in bed all day, in between naps kissing sloppily and lazily grinding your hips together, taking turns coaxing gentle orgasms out of each other...there's nothing like it.

"i love you...so much...my everything...."

[the-wandering-mage]

Gotham Bats ruin and save Spiderman's Operation Nest

This is like a story concept written out for a Spider-Man Batfam crossover fic I don't have the time to write fully. This is more developed than a prompt but, still is thought I'd share and maybe you guys will enjoy it and/or somebody will pick it up and develop it into a fully fledged fic. So here it goes-

A more spidery Spider-Man is dropped into a DC universe right into Gotham. It's the beginning of fall in Gotham which is a problem for a Spider seeing as he is stranded in another universe with nothing but his Spidey suit and his AI companion. He has no access to the synthesized hormone cocktail he's been taking in the winter to keep him from going into hibernation. Now Peter could get together the stuff to synthesize the medication but, he need a stable place to set up a running lab to make it as he'd need it fresh and take it on the regular. That is a lot of work and resources he'd have to come up with and maintain. Also he is a depressed boi and a long nap actually sound really good. So instead of trying to set up a lab he starts Operation Nest. He is going to find a small enclosed space and prepare it for his long winters nest.

Peter also decides pretty quickly with all the crazy dangers of Gotham and all the warnings of what Karen was able to find after connecting to this world's version of the Internet to keep the suit on and just be Spider-Man full time. The suit would keep him safe from chemical attacks and the overall pollution of Gotham as well as keep him anonymous in the very likey event he has to use his powers to defend himself. Which will let him keep a nice civilian identity that Karen crafted come spring if he chooses to.

Peter's first two objectives in Operation Nest are to get money and find a location. The first Karen helps him with easily setting up a company, then filing and selling some benign patents, since this world is really behind in tech. She also helps him get more immediate cash without crossing into stealing just by doing online commissions for simple tech support type things while the patent money is still pending. Peter gets a laptop that he uses to help with some of the tech work even though Karen can literally do five jobs at once under several fake IDs she made herself.

Most of the day for Peter however is spent looking for real estate. Which is harder in Gotham than one might think considering the rival gangs, rival super villains constantly blowing up things, and all the homeless fighting over whatever is left of the abandoned buildings. The only good thing about all this is a giant spider nest will go relatively unnoticed amongst all the other craziness. Peter's adventures running all over Gotham trying to find a place to hunker down for a couple of months cause him to run into all sorts of characters.

Peter is in a weirdly apathetic state towards himself with all his trauma so he saves people obviously, and is still empathic, maybe more so with trying to get the villians to be better people and just talking with them like real people but, he is really basley about his own safety. He has already lost everyone he cares about and he's faced down Thanos, so none of the villians at this point faze him. He doesn't see them as a threat to himself. He ends up making a bunch of friends with villains by continuing what May believed in, what Ben believed in, and helps the villains out so they can hopefully make a change.

The bats hear about him and decide to investigate but all of them get terrible first impressions and they assume he's a villain or going to be one if they don't find him. Peter is OP and scary. He's not given up his friendly neighborhood spider-man but he has stopped trying as hard to look human type of friendly. He just has slow given into being a spider and is creepy. He also leaves spider webs everywhere, since his natural ones don't dissolve like the artificial ones that he uses sparingly. This also freaks them out and there is debate on whether what they are hunting is a meta human or an intelligent spider creature. Also at least one bat at the beginning runs into one of the webs and at least one gets temporarily stuck to a criminal they are trying to free from a cocoon

By the time the bats find Spider-Man they are all convinced that he's a villain plotting something big but really they've just been stalking Peter as he completes his to do list for Operation Nest. All the dangerous equipment and suspicious purchases from villains were really to get his nest set up. Peter knew his friends had some of the stuff he needed like a cytogenetic freezer to keep some of his food from spoiling over the course of a few months since he doesn't want anyone making deliveries to his house while he's hibernating. His friends were happy to help although he still paid them despite their insistence not to.

Karen thinks it's hilarious. Although they acknowledge itd be better to just explain the situation to the bats before Peter is in active hibernation and let them find them. They totally ruin their bust by opening the doors of a small dilapidated old tailors shop in the fashion district, where Peter had set up his nest in the basement. Peter isn't happy with them feeling very territorial. He wants them not to touch anything as he shows them into his nest. He warns them and they are a bit freaked out when he hisses at them when they inevitably ignore he's instructions out of curiosity but then settle a bit when they notice how tired he is. Cass probably gets them to back off. He explains things enough so they leave him to his hibernation with the promise of hanging out in the spring.

Or alternatively. Karen is too busy setting things up she doesn't notice with her smaller processing power disconnected from Stark Tech as she is to notice the Bats noticing them. Then she is being wired into the Nest when they start getting close so, she doesn't know they are closing in. Then she is doing system checks to make sure she is able to monitor Peter when he's hibernating and can use the machines and mechanical arms to help Peter for the parts of his hibernation he will be awake or partially awake to handle his bodily needs before cocooning back into his Nest made of his natural webs and blankets.

Karen doesn't know they are there until they break her perimeter alarms and she is forced to use her defensive measures since Peter has just gone into hibernation like a day ago. The bats having more resources than Karen at their disposal and coming at her from all angles breach her defenses and get into The Nest. Karen does her best to rouse Peter with alarms blaring but she is only able to get him into a semi state of consciousness. Not enough to move him without drugging him which would be dangerous for his health and with so many coming for her charge she does her best to throw her mechanically arms in front of him to guard him where he is.

The bats once they see a sleepy confused Peter with a strange woman's voice begging them to leave him alone they feel bad realizing they judged him wrong. Especially after seeing him adorably yawn with his fangs popping out.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Jax x timid!reader

A request from ao3! Since I jumped aboard the bandwagon oops

Ever since you arrived at the digital circus, you’ve been spending a lot of time around Jax, which nobody knew why, since they soon found out how timid you are, and Jax is… quite the opposite. Not even you know why you spend time with him. Whenever Caine gives you activities to do, you will usually help Jax with them, unless you get pulled along by one of the others, or if he’s suddenly disappeared in the middle of the activity.

It was another day, you had gotten up from a nap; you knew you didn’t really have to sleep, but it felt nice to just close your eyes for a while. You were going to meet up with the others, so you left your room, closing the door behind you, and went to where you would usually meet up. However, Caine had another activity for you to do.

“I have come to a decision! Today is going to be a little different, as I want to make Y/n here a little more comfortable.”

“And you didn’t think to do that when they first got here?” You glanced over at Jax, who had been standing beside you this whole time.

“Oh never mind that, Jax! Anyways! We’re doing something a little simple this time around! There are papers scattered around the place, and I want you all to find them and make something out of it! Can be anything!”

“That is your activity? That… is super (meep!) lame.” You heard Zooble say behind you. You actually were pretty glad it was something tame this time around

“Well that’s the activity, and I’m not changing it! Now have fun!” And with that, Caine disappeared like usual. You looked back at the others, and before you could say anything, you heard Zooble speak up

“Yeah, I’m not doing this (beep!). You know where to find me if you need me.” Figures. You looked back at Jax, hoping that he would do this activity with you.

“What are you giving me that look for, Y/n?” He asked as he noticed you looking at him. “You… want me to do this activity with you?”

“If you don’t want to then I understand.” You said just loud enough for him to hear as you pressed your fingers together nervously. Jax was going to say something, but noticed the look Ragatha gave him of “you better not hurt their feelings or I’ll hurt you,” which normally wouldn’t affect him, but he had a feeling that if he didn’t say yes, then she was actually going to hurt him.

“Alright, we can do the activity together.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “Let’s get to looking then..!” You two started walking to find some paper that Caine had scattered around. As the two of you walked, Jax was a bit lost in thought as he occasionally glanced over at you, thinking about how you spend so much time with him and that he actually didn’t mind it. While he won’t say this to you out loud, he actually thinks you’re kind of cute, despite how timid you are. Jax was brought out of his thoughts as you spoke up,

“I found some!” You held up several sheets of paper, some were regular sheets of paper, while some were colored, that you had found after wandering the different rooms.

“That’s great, Y/n. Now come on, let’s go find a place to sit and just… I dunno, create whatever.” You nodded and followed after him. As you were walking, you were thinking of what you wanted to do with the paper, but occasionally your thoughts would focus on Jax. You were afraid to tell him, but you enjoyed being around him, despite how you were practically polar opposites, him being a little smug and confident, while you were timid and not so confident. You may or may not have feelings for him, but there was no way you could ever tell him that either.

You squeaked a bit as you suddenly bumped into Jax, looking up at him.

“Is something wrong..?” You asked him, holding the sheets of paper close to your body.

“Nah, was just going to ask if this space will work?” You looked over to see a decent sized table in front of you. You nodded and went over to the table, setting the paper down in front of you, Jax sitting across from you. You grabbed one of the sheets of colored paper, which was (f/c), you started folding and bending the paper, and soon, you held up the origami swan in your hands, a faint smile on your face

“I haven’t done that in years.” Jax grabbed one of the papers that you set on the table and started folding and bending it… however, it seems he was having trouble.

“So you just want to watch me struggle, hmm?” He asked you as he glanced back up at you. You laughed a bit and moved closer to him.

“Here…” you took his hands into your own and showed him what you did, and the next thing you knew, you had helped him with an origami swan. “And there we go! Th..that’s what I did.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

“Of course..! I..it’s not a problem, Jax.” You two went quiet as you grabbed another paper, doodling and other things. That is, until Jax spoke up once more.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah? What’s up, Jax?” You looked up from the paper you were doodling on.

“Why do you like hanging around me? I mean, I ain’t complaining, just… curious.”

“Well…” was he onto you? No, there’s no way.

“Well?”

“Because I like you. I like hanging around you.” You glanced away from him, pressing your fingers together nervously, but stopped as he grabbed your hands.

“Are you being serious, Y/n?”

“Y…yes.” Now you were even more nervous. Was he going to tell you to stop hanging out with him??

“Good, because I like you too.” You felt your hair being ruffled as Jax chuckled softly.

“Wait… what?”

“What? I said I like you too.”

“You really do?!”

“Yes. I do.” You swore you thought you were going to cry, but you shook your head, got up and over to him, hugging him.

“Whoa, hey..!” He laughed a bit, caught off guard by your sudden hug, but eventually hugged you back.

“S..sorry, I just didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”

“It’s alright, Y/n. Come on, show me how to make other origami things.”

“Oh, okay..!” You nodded and you two spent the next several hours making origami and talking about whatever came to mind, bringing you two even closer together.

[margoshamangolord]

FOLKS I FINISHED BEAST WARS (thoughts and spoilers under cut)

1. The timeline is absolutely unique, i love how optimus and megatron aren't even optimus and megatron and how bw relates to g1

2. The graphics will never be an issue to me, it's more than enough for the time period and it's much more than watchable. I'm in love with the slimy cgi and didn't pay much attention to the quality. All i can see is designers and animators having fun

3. I think that the designs gradually got a little fucked up but it's okay

4. I really enjoyed Blackarachnia's character, she was so interesting for me! I'm not aware of the fandom's general opinion on her but she's my special girl now

5. There was like at least 5 times more on-screen gay kissing than straight kissing

6. If you didn't understand how insane i am about dinotrap from my previous posts then now i can say it's my #1 pairing,, i rarely have a fav ship when i watch something because of The Multishipper Curse that makes me think about too much characters together but for bw specifically i have a favourite. Usually I'm a little turned away from dynamics that are built on characters insulting each other but it's a special case, because they definitely share a bond and i can ramble for hours

7. Bw optimus is my 3rd place fav after tfp and tfa respectively (because they're a classic) (even though i know it's not even him) he's very much of a Some Guy who is Hungry And Needs a Nap and i like how he's just. a person. like a leader but he's just a guy come on. probably for the same reasons i love tfa op, i like seeing him get mean and angry and worried and yelling at his team and then understanding that he was wrong. my man

8. The predacons are so chaotic it's insane. The lack of a (main character i mean) Starscream is not noticed because there's not one con trying to take over, not two, not three, but I'm pretty sure everyone in the whole goddamn team has attempted it at least one time during the show.

9. And, with lack of Starscream, Megatron took all the cuntiness for himself. He stands out insanely among other continuities (again it's not him so). That voice? Thanks David Kaye!!! He's doing the whole dramatic hot villain thing that Tumblr loves, with blood baths and everything, and it deserves to be noticed. Megop is the classic tumblr dramatic villain x tired hero stuff you see in like 2016 writing prompts and everything. Megatron is insane here

10. I really enjoyed Dinobot. I cannot say this loud enough but he is my second fav after Rattrap because he's a really interesting and conflicted character. You see him as inherently evil? He does a beautiful gesture of kindness. You see him as good? He fails to disobey his nature. It goes on and on until his last eps. The betrayal? I was sobbing. That scene when he's on his knees with a sword? It fucked me up. The episode ending had me on the FLOOR.

11. I'm conflicted on dinobot 2 because on one hand, i do appreciate how it is shown how actually fucked up megatron and his schemes are. He's insane, and he's obsessed: he doesn't try to make any super soldier or whatever, but specifically wants to bring back dinobot and make him stay. And he fails, because it *is* dinobot deep inside, and that brings him down; his real sense of honor. He won't stay. His sacrifice was insane. But on the other hand, i actually didn't want Dinobot to be actually brought back. Sounds very nice but i think his actual death was really a point to his character that made me love him more. And when i saw Dinobot 2, i was kinda hoping that he would be an empty shell, an attempt, that it would be a plan Megatron put too much hope into, and that it's *not* dinobot, just a copy without a mind. Maybe im just weird sorey

12. Transmutate is gender

13. I love rhinox but it's sad that they didn't make him stand out as a character like the other maximals. He rarely got to be a main character, and even when he got to, he was just the butt of a joke and didn't get to build relationships and resolve personal problems like his teammates did. Or maybe i just wasn't looking at the screen when he did who knows. He's my big weird man

14. I enjoyed Tigatron and his conflict about the conflict so much

15. I'm actually sometimes a little disoriented/lost when watching something so i just straight up didn't notice half the character deaths??? I was just wondering where they went and then went oh.

16. who the Vok are the Vok. I wish they weren't Just Mysterious Aliens but more than that

17. Why did they keep making all of the characters so trans it's not funny im in tears

18. Beast wars was absolutely made for goddamn freaks im sorry. i loved it

19. I think everyone at the studio was gay for megatron. Why else did they animate the scene where he's in the bath wiggling his dinosaur toes

20. WASPINATOR FUCKING HAPPY AT LAST

[elsaellaelys]

In love

summary: Y/N realizes she fell in love with her new bestfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

768 words

a/n: I just liked so much writing, had to make another her. Let me know if you have some request, send me a chat! <3

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It's not easy on Y/N's mind when she got this messy, JJ rent free in her mind, she just can't help it. His touch lingering just a little to much in the low of her back as he passes by makes she weak in the knees, blaming it on the hormones when she reaches to feel his arms as he helps she get in the boat, holping he doesn't notice, or the intrusive thoughts in her head that makes she understand Charlotte Flax in Mermaids. I mean, what she wouldn't give to be that can in his hand? Fitting just perfectly between those lips, having his hands wrapped around she like that, be the trail of beer down his chin, the wind blowing inside the loose sleeves of his shirt and through his chest.

Fucking pathetic.

Y/N is lost, no doubt.

This is not only a crush, she's in love. Deeply in thoughts about JJ. What is he doing? Where is he? Is he thinking about me? Inevitable to not wake up musing him, go to sleep meditating about it, heartbroken when he flirts with another girl.

After all it's not like he wants to date her.

Marry her.

Have her babies.

The HMS Pogue float calmly on the chill waves, John B., Kiara and JJ are swimming, Pope is laid down in the corner, Franz Kafka's book long forgotten on his lap as he takes a nap. Y/N is just laying in the sun, she moved to the OBX only six months ago, still can't swim very well so she rater not tire herself to much. The pogues don't understand how come Y/N comes to an island without knowing how to swim, a few weeks earlier she had to confess it, due the summer vacation, and JJ started taking her to the beach to teach her. That's it! Like a click comes to her mind. The memory of that first afternoon of swim class, begginin of July, school year had just ended, the sea kinda green and warm, JJ was teaching Y/N how to float. They were in the shallow, he backed away and laid back, chest appearing on the surface, to show her how to do it. She tried, his hands were on her back to help she lift her weight on the water, but the second they left, her body sinked inches, the gasp she let out letting water inside her mouth. He laughed shortly bringing her up, moving the hair off of her face.

"It's alright, just a little bit of water in your mouth" she lifted a finger in front of his face, turning around to blow salt water out of her nose. "Okay, breathed some too" he laughed.

She saw his eyes tight with the smile, bright blue orbs, laugh lines, hands pressed on her waist. It felt like the first time. Y/N didn't learned it that day, neither in the next one, late that week they had to find a quieter place after JJ pissed a guy trowing sunscreen on his surf board for making fun of Y/N's swim skills.

JJ never made she feel bad for not knowing how to swim, actually, he felt bad for not teaching right - but how could she learned when she was more interested on the teacher than on the lesson?

He swam to the boat pocking her side for attention.

"Hey pretty girl!" her heart twirled "Wanna swim with me? It's not fun without you."

Y/N agreed, would do anything with him. She slipped off to the water, his arm around her.

"I'm fine." she says "I can at east not sink, y'know?" But he didn't wanted to let go of her, the feeling of soft skin to good against his palm. He did, anyway.

"See?" the girl smiled.

"I see" he answered.

His blue eyes watched her sparkling ones, tanned skin, so shiny, tits looking so cute in the flowered bikini top, nice lips, so kissable. JJ felt the ground falling out from under him, even though he was in the water. How could he only notice it now, he wants to kiss she so badly, flirting is not enough, lingered touches, sweet nicknames, not enough. Remembered also how he feel so safe around her in such a small time together, how he wants to impress her just to see the proud lustful look on her face, how he felt when saw she wearing his shirt on the Chateau after getting her's wet - kinda horny, sure - but with a twist in his heart.

He sees. He knows now.

He's in love too.

[my-v3nt-plac3]

Okay! So I really need to get this off my chest and I hope writing this down will help me or anyone else who is also struggling. Lately I’ve been questioning if I’m aromantic. It’s not the first time but it is the longest I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve been thinking about it more recently tho because my friend has been talking about her relationship troubles and I just can’t get my head around it. I don’t understand how someone can have such an impact on you. Granted I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t really know, but for me I always just think if you’re having such problems, just leave.

I value my happiness and peace over everything and I don’t think there can ever be a relationship that would make that worth it. But then I think, well I do want company, a partner in crime that I can go to that chooses me, and that sounds like a relationship. But also when I think of that, I can’t see myself having any type of sexual relation with that person or even being exclusive. Then I think, asexuals exist, even if I’m not, and have perfectly good relationships. So I start thinking, what is the difference between a platonic relationship and a romantic relationship?

In both you go on little dates to the park or a restaurant, in both you can hug and hold hands depending on the people, and live with each other and have a deep connection, friends with benefits exist and open relationships and polygamy so it’s not about being exclusive and finding that one person. So what’s the difference? What is romance? Being thoughtful and showing care? Going the extra mile and sentimental? You can do that with anyone close to you. So really what is it and why do I think I don’t want it? And the only thing I can think of: being sensual. Its slow kisses and lingering touches but laying together in silence and all in all being vulnerable. not with just your body or emotions and thoughts but with your spirit and soul and taking care of the person who decides to do the same with you. And yea that sounds really nice in theory but I wouldn't have the energy, patience and time to deal with that responsibility or want to give someone that much power over me. And like, I’m a firm “I’m not your therapist” type person. Respectfully, I don’t want to constantly hear your woes, especially if you’re not trying to fix them. Maybe it’s because I'm just young and i’ll change my mind when i start settling down or maybe I just know myself really well.

I see marriage more as a contract than a romantic ceremony, I’ve had maybe one crush and even that I think I just thought she was pretty and just thinking about the time and energy I’d have to put in to make a relationship last makes me want to take a nap. I’m a solitary creature, an introvert, homebody, I have one friend and it takes everything I have to even answer her text, never mind actually going and hanging out with her!

So! Am I aromatic? I don’t know. But I hope this gets you thinking. If you have and advice, thoughts, comparisons or suggestions, please comment. I’ll most likely read it even if I don’t reply because of my anxiety.

[tgmsunmontue]

Together or not at all...

Javy/Nat 2.5k - The evolution of Javy and Natasha's relationship as viewed from the outside. Mostly. Wedding dance imagery inspiration from @beezelarts post here.

JAVY

                “That’s the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard in my life…”

                “Yeah, sorry about him.”

                “Are you responsible for him?”

                “No, but I still feel the need to apologize. He’s my best friend and I don’t want to be tarred by association,” Javy says, pulling a face and coupling it with a what-would-you-have-me-do shrug and Jake is pulling a face at him, shoving him and Javy pushes back to make sure he doesn’t knock into the young woman that Jake just failed to hit on.

                “Well, we can’t all be perfect…”

                “Not and make it look as effortless as you do…” Javy says, because she does look pretty fucking perfect.

                “Hmm. Smooth. Can I buy you a drink?”

                “Yeah, I’ll let you buy me a drink.”

                “Great. Come with me. Leave him somewhere else,” she says, giving Jake an unimpressed look.

                “You’re missing out baby,” Jake says, holding his arms out and she gives him a shake of her head. Javy follows her to the bar and she asks what he wants before placing an order with the barman.

                “I’m Natasha. Nice to meet you.”

                “Javy. Nice to meet you too.”

                “I’m only doing this to bring your friend down a peg or two.”

                “And I am more than okay with that.”

                That makes her laugh and Javy could get used to that sound, reminds him of warm drinks when he’s cold, syrup-thick warmth flooding him from the inside.

BRADLEY

                “He’s a dick Nat.”

                “Yes well, I clearly have superior taste in best friends. I’m not dating Jake Seresin, I’m dating Javy.”

                It’s an old argument, well worn. Almost out of habit after nearly two years. Bradley pulls a face because the two of them are joined at the hip whenever they’re together, too similar for his liking. Not that he can judge, considering how often he finds himself also acting like a right dick, rubbed completely the wrong way by Jake Seresin. They’re civil enough because Javy is dating Natasha, but that’s the only reason they’ve likely not come to blows. Or had semi-hate-sex.

                Fortunately their paths don’t cross that often with all the different directions deployments take them. Now though, he’s visiting Nat for a few days, their leave overlapping just enough, and he knows Javy is around; fortunately Jake is somewhere in the Pacific and he’s glad he doesn’t have to put up with him.

                He won’t ever tell Natasha who to date, but he's never thought Javy Machado was good enough for her. Far too full of himself to let Nat lower her defenses, allow her to be who she is when she doesn't have her guard up and holding her position through sheer bull headedness because those around her don't think she has the skill or talent. It's all bullshit, Bradley knows she has what it takes to be an amazing pilot.

                He shuffles quietly up the hallway, still half asleep from his unintentional nap. He can hear quiet voices and assumes Javy is over. He stands in the door and takes in the scene, Natasha’s feet wrapped in towels, rectangular bowl of water sitting on another towel and she’s obviously just had a foot soak. What isn’t usual is Javy standing there, holding two tubes in his hand.

                “You want the sweet almond stuff or the cinnamon and orange lotion? Actually, I bought you a peppermint one if you want to try that?”

                “Oooh. Peppermint sounds really nice.”

                “One second darling…”

                “You’ve been spending too much time with Jake.”

                Javy laughs and says something about him being allowed to call her darling, and having not seen Jake in months. Then he’s sitting at her feet and massaging them with lotion and he snaps his jaw shut from where it had fallen open. He hopes neither of them hear him. Javy Machado, giving Nat a foot rub. He’d never have believed it. Calling her darling.

                Okay.

                He likes that. Wants that for his friend.

                Maybe Javy Machado is an okay guy after all.

MELISSA

                Melissa Trace waits at arrivals for her sister and her boyfriend to arrive. They've been together for four years apparently, but this is the first time that their leaves have aligned with a holiday and Natasha is bringing a boy home. A man. Melissa wouldn't have been surprised if it had been a woman, Natasha is the youngest of five girls and bore the brunt of their father's growing disappointment that she wasn't the son that their parents had kept trying for. 

                Of course they'd all thought she was with Bradley Bradshaw for the longest time, but they're just friends apparently, despite the number of holidays that man has spent with them for some reason they’ve never discovered. She does know that Bradley likes Javy though; as far as approval goes, she will accept Bradley’s judgement, assumes he knows her sister and this Javy better than she does. She may have had Natasha’s childhood, but Bradley has had her adulthood so far and he trusts Javy to be part of that and she trusts Bradley.

                She can immediately tell her father approves of him, his respectful demeanor, but also his strength and bearing that makes it very clear he’s very much like the son that their father always hoped for. She’s glad for Natasha at least, that their father won’t give her boyfriend a hard time. Unlike the slightly disproving attitude he has with his other sons-in-law. She watches him watch her sister and he’s so far gone on her it’s nauseating. She’s pretty sure her husband doesn’t look at her like that any more. Maybe the fact that they spend so much time apart has something to do with it.

                She doesn’t mean to catch the conversation, is simply passing the porch where they’re standing and watching her kids play in the garden.

                “Are you going to ask for my blessing to marry her?”

                “With all due respect sir, no. Natasha can make that decision herself and I will ask her with or without your blessing.”

                Her father stands there quietly, the corner of his lip ticks slightly and Melissa knows it’s in approval, an almost proud smile that is so rare to see.

                “You have it anyway.”

                Of course he does.

JAKE

                It’s a beautiful wedding and Jake is happy. Happy that Javy is happy, and also happy himself, his own wife smiling at him across the room. He’s going to be stepping onto the dancefloor as part of the wedding party as soon as Javy and Nat have finished their first dance, and even if he poked fun at himself in his best man speech about the reason why Javy and Nat had originally gotten together he can’t doubt the fierce love and loyalty the pair have for each other.

                He’s watched their relationship develop; watched Javy just keep up his steady pursuit, softly gentle in his approach of a woman who was so outwardly prickly and defensive with everyone. He knows she’s not like that, it’s a suit of armor she dons whenever she puts on her uniform, or when she needs to put someone in their place. That she let Javy in through all of her defenses tells him that she loves and trusts him in equal measure and Javy returns it to her tenfold.

                First dance over, and there’s no way he can match the perfectly executed salsa that Javy and Natasha have clearly been practicing he leads Melissa onto the dance floor, nodding to Bradshaw who is leading one of Javy’s sisters. Bradshaw who looks firmly ensconced with the entire Trace family, which reminds him of his own relationship with Javy’s family and makes him wonder about Bradshaw’s own family. If he even has one. Despite the years of their best friends dating, being engaged, multiple deployments, they’ve never really gotten past friendly acquaintances themselves.

                “Jake, hey man, how’s It going?”

                “Bradley…” Jake says, because it’s safer for him to just try and keep his mouth shut, because he can antagonize Bradshaw without even trying and while that’s sometimes fun, doing so, intentionally or not, Javy and Nat’s wedding is not the time or place.

                “This is my boyfriend Adam. Adam, this is yet another pilot friend…”

                He’s a little surprised at the term friend, but lets it go, doesn’t make a quip about it despite the temptation.

                “Nice to meet you, this is my wife, Catherine. Bradley and Adam.”

                Then Javy’s there, Catherine being whirled away to dance with him, laughing at whatever expression is on his face and Jake holds his hand out to Natasha.

                “May I have this dance?”

MAVERICK

                He’s not even aware that they’re together, with how professional they’ve been with each other. It’s only his name, listed as spouse beside next of kin on her medical records post ejection that tells him what they really are to each other. Huh. He guesses lots of people hide their relationships in the Navy. There’s obviously been no name change post nuptials and he wonders how long ago they got married. He pushes the door to her room open, his argument with Bradley still fresh in his mind, and this entire mission feels like a blight on his soul today. The G-loc, then the bird strike, then Tom passing out at work because he’s not fucking eating because he’s also stressed about this mission.

                “Lieutenant. How are you?”

                “Fine sir. Thank you.”

                Her words are short, sharp and he bites his lip. He knows she’s listed as Bradley’s emergency contact, had thought maybe there was something there until he’d seen her emergency contact details. Her parents are Bradley’s second emergency contact and he accepts it, but it also hurts.

                “I’m glad you’re okay. It’s been an emotional day.”

                “Sir.”

                He suspects she wants to tear into him, her jaw clenching and sighs, leans back against the wall.

                “Let me have it, he’s obviously told you.”

                “He did sir. And you’ve fucked him up. He’s forever going to be pushing himself to try and be this perfect ideal aviator because you didn’t believe in him.”

                “It had nothing to do with me.”

                “With all due respect sir, that’s bullshit and you know it. He didn’t tell me until last week that you pulled his papers and we’ve been friends for years. Best friends. You don’t deserve him.”

                He swallows again, because that cuts deep. She’s obviously furious with him and he’s immensely glad that Bradley has apparently found a friend, and a family when he ran and left him behind. A person so hellbent on protecting him.

                “I only want to keep him safe.”

                “That was naïve of you sir. He can keep himself safe. And make his own decisions,”

                She meets his eyes and they’re filled with steel and he nods, accepts what she’s saying, sees a silhouette in the door and turns to see Machado standing there.

                “Sir…” Lieutenant Machado says, face impassive as he looks between Trace and himself. He shakes his head slightly, not needing another kid nearly thirty years his junior decide he deserves to be shoved to the ground.

                “She’s just telling me some home truths Lieutenant. Nothing I didn’t already know. Congratulations on your wedding by the way, I hope you have a long and successful marriage.”

NATASHA

                She’s not sure what it is, whether it’s still a post-ejection symptom, despite the fact that nausea isn’t usually something they’re told to watch for. Wonders if it’s part of the let-down after the mission, the adrenaline crash as they realize that despite all the odds they all managed to come away from that experience alive, but it’s been days now. She feels like she had it easy, knowing she didn’t have to worry about Javy, that he was safely back on the carrier, knows Javy isn’t dealing so well with the memory of both her and Jake taking part, despite them safely returned. Coupled with the fucking shit show that Bradley and Maverick ended up in was enough drama for them to all deal with. Almost losing Javy to G-loc had been awful, but she’d had no time to face the reality of a life without him before the bird strike, her ejection and facing her own mortality before she was then taking part in the mission.

                Maybe that’s it. All of these huge things have happened and she hasn’t had time to decompress and reflect on any of it. What physical symptoms might present when she’s been under so much stress in such a short period of time, despite it being the sort of thing she has spent her entire adult life training for.

                Then there’s her concern for Bradley, and his apparently mended-overnight relationship with Maverick. She doesn’t know what’s going on there, she’ll forever be grateful to Maverick for somehow pulling Javy out of G-loc, but she’s wary because of his history with Bradley and he fucked up and hurt Bradley so badly. When did everything get so messy? At least her marriage with Javy is solid, steady and deeply reassuring. She wanders through the base housing, feeling restless, nothing to do yet with her leave, not until the two of them have decided on what they want to do. She’s feeling a relaxing week on a tropical island would be ideal.

                She pulls out her phone, opens the calendar app and looks at potential dates that would work for their leave. The last few weeks have been hectic, one of the few positives being with Javy again despite their deployments being in different squads… She bites her lip. There had been a lot of sex when they’d seen each other after months apart, and while they’re careful, and she’s on the contraceptive pill, they’re also not always careful. She’s going to need to do a test to rule it out either way and she sits down abruptly.

                “Hey, I’m back. Got your favorite, whoa, are you okay?”

                “I think I might be pregnant.”

                “I… What do you need?”

                “A hug…”

                He’s there, arms wrapped around her instantly, smelling like the sandwich shop he’s been in and she feels safe, and like she can take on the world simultaneously.

                “I love you. You tell me what you want to do and I’m there every step of the way.”

                “No. No we make this decision together. We talked about having kids.”

                “We talked about having kids later, this isn’t quite the timeline you were wanting…”

                “Things change. I don’t want to wait, I want to… I think I’m done.”

                “How about you leave that decision for later and we just take it one major life-changing thing at a time okay?”

                “Okay,” she agrees, leaning into him and squeezing tightly.

                “Love you. Whatever happens we can face it together.”

                Together.

                She can handle that.

HANGSTER sequel if you're interested

[totowlff]

chapter thirteen — midas’ touch

➝ this is the first time cassie has traveled to vienna. it's also the first time she's announced that she's pregnant to her child's co-parent's family. what can go wrong?

➝ word count: 5,2k

➝ warnings: mentions of child neglect and (probably) wrong austrian german

➝ author���s note: probably the funniest chapter me and ally wrote. i recommend reading with a translator close. btw, happy mother’s day to everyone, and, if you are like cassie, i send you all my love.

13 WEEKS

Your baby is about the size of a peach and has vocal cords, teeth and even fingerprints. You might actually be able to get through the day without nausea or feeling the need to nap.

Cassie was staring out the window of the car as Toto cruised through the streets of Vienna. She was enchanted as she watched the landscape. It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, with not a cloud in the sky. She hadn’t ever been to Vienna, but seeing it for the first time was breathtaking — even better than the pictures she’d seen online.

Just the drive from the airport had her completely in love with the city already. The tree-lined streets and the elegant old buildings made the city look like something from a storybook.

— You seem to like it here — a familiar voice said to Cassie’s left. Cassie turned her head to see Toto glancing at her with a smile before he turned his attention back to the road in front of him.

— It’s so nice — she replied, a shy smile on her face — Beautiful. Very different from the UK.

— By that, I assume you mean that it’s sunnier?

Cassie laughed.

— A bit, but we have some sunny days, too.

— Is there? I can’t remember the last one — he replied, laughing.

Cassie giggled and shook her head, looking back out the window. They were driving through some sort of shopping district, and she watched people walking down the sidewalk. There were a lot of parents, some pushing strollers, some walking hand-in-hand with their children, who were mostly wearing small backpacks. Cassie figured they were leaving school. A few months ago, seeing parents with their kids made her sad, but now, seeing it filled her with hope. After all, it would be her turn soon enough.

She placed a hand on her stomach and stroked the fabric of her black shirt with her thumb. She hadn’t started showing yet, and it meant that she was still having a hard time getting used to the idea of actually being pregnant. However, she was reminded of it every morning, when “the little brat”, as Cassie put it, announced its presence by making her take a trip to the toilet every morning, but it was worth it. 

— Where is your apartment? — she asked, as Toto crossed a bridge over the Danube.

— It's in the Innere Stadt. It’s at the center of the city, and where a lot of the historic buildings and important landmarks are.

— Does your sister live there too?

— No, Liliana lives in Rossau, a neighborhood further north. It's close to where I went to school.

— That’s where we’re going tonight, right?

— Yes — Toto replied, stopping at a traffic light — We're going to have dinner at her house with her, her husband, their three children, and my mother.

Cassie hesitated for a few seconds.

— Are we going to tell your family about the baby? — she questioned.

— Yes, Cassie.

— But…what are we going to say?

— What do you mean?

— How are we going to explain… Our situation?

Toto sighed.

— Well, we have two options — he said — We can tell the truth, that we are friends, that we decided to have a child together, and that he or she will be born at the end of this year. Or we could say we got drunk, had sex without protection, and had a surprise a few weeks later.

Cassie clenched her jaw. The second scenario was pretty close to reality — they had sex without protection and had a surprise a few weeks later. It wasn’t as if it was unwelcome or unexpected, but Cassie never imagined fulfilling their plan in that particular way. Despite all of the passion of that night, and the fact that both of them enjoyed themselves, they agreed that it couldn’t happen again, even though Cassie secretly wanted it to. 

— Which option do you think is preferable?

— Personally? I think the truth is always better. My sister knows we were going through an IVF process, so I think she’d be surprised if we told her the second option happened.

She looked at him, her eyes going wide.

— You told your sister?

— I told her that I had decided to become a father and that I would be going through an IVF process with someone that I trust a lot. 

— And… What did she say?

Toto hesitated for a few seconds.

— Well, she asked a lot of questions about whether I was really committed to having a child with someone I wasn’t in a relationship with, and she asked a few questions about you. That’s all.

— That’s all? She didn't say anything else?

— No. Liliana knows that no matter what she or my mother says, it wouldn’t matter. She knows I don’t do things unless I’m completely sure about them.

Cassie swallowed hard. The idea of meeting Toto's family had always loomed in the back of her mind. It felt a bit daunting, especially considering that she was joining his family in an unconventional way. However, the situation seemed even more complex considering that he had only told his sister that they were having a child. 

And now, she was going to be meeting the entire family all at once, where they would be announcing that not only had they decided to have a baby together, but that baby was now on the way. Cassie felt her stomach lurch.

— Will… I, at least, be able to talk to any of them?

— Yeah, Lili, her husband, and the kids all speak English.

— What about… your mother?

— Only if you know any Polish or German.

“Wonderful, another problem”, she thought. She would spend the entire night depending on Toto to communicate with his mother. Her apprehension must have been plain on her face, because Toto took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

— Cassandra, don't worry — Toto said softly — It's going to be alright. They’re going to love you.

Staring at their joined hands, she felt the butterflies in her stomach grow.

— I hope so, Toto. I hope so.

He let go of her hand to shift gears, and then pointed to something on his left. It was an old brick building, with an archway decorated in some sort of mural.

— See that image of the woman, with the gold background?

— Yes.

— That's Minervabrunnen, a fountain dedicated to the Roman goddess Minerva, or…

— Athena — Cassie answered, smiling.

— Exactly.

— Can we go see it before we go back to the UK?

— Of course — he smiled. They drove for a few more minutes toward the apartment Toto stayed in while he was visiting Vienna. He turned right down a narrow street, and they passed some stores and cafes, sidewalks filled with people drinking coffees at tables with red umbrellas. They also passed an Australian-themed bar that reminded Cassie of Daniel Ricciardo. Finally, Toto turned into the entrance of an underground parking garage, finding a spot close to the elevator. 

— We're here — he smiled.

They got out of the car and took their luggage out of the trunk. Toto insisted on carrying everything, even Cassie’s backpack with her laptop. She protested, telling him that she was just pregnant, not sick, and her backpack didn’t weigh much anyway, but it didn’t matter as Toto insisted. 

They rode the elevator up to the street level and crossed a crosswalk into an elegant apartment building. The lobby was elegantly decorated, with a white marble floor. As they passed through to the elevator, Toto greeted the woman at the reception desk in German, and she returned a smile. Cassie stuck to a nod, unsure of how to say “good afternoon” in German. 

As they stood in the elevator, they glanced at each other, a little shyly. It felt to Cassie like they were doing something they shouldn’t, not just arriving at Toto’s apartment. The elevator arrived at Toto’s floor, and Cassie followed him to his door. He unlocked it and stepped inside, gesturing for Cassie to step inside. 

As she stepped inside, Cassie looked around. The apartment was spacious and well lit, with white walls and furniture. It was minimalist, with simple, clean lines. Most of the furniture was dark, with splashes of color from the large sofa and a few houseplants in simple pots. It was gorgeous, but felt a little cold and impersonal, like a hotel room or an apartment from an architectural photoshoot in a magazine. 

— What do you think?

— Honestly? It’s too big.

Toto raised an eyebrow.

— You think so?

— Considering you barely spend any time here, it seems like a waste of money to have such a big place that you’re only in a few times a year.

He gave her a little smile, dropping the bags at the entrance to the apartment.

— The funny thing is, I downsized when I moved to Oxfordshire. I sold my old place, but staying in hotels when I came back home to visit was kind of strange, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a place in Vienna, too. Plus, my plan is to spend more time here once the baby is born.

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

— You told the lawyer you don’t intend to move.

— And I don't. But I think my family will want to be able to spend time with our little one — he replied, resting his hand on her belly. She never failed to get the most delightful little chills whenever he touched her like that — And we need a place to stay when we visit.

— Are you including me in that 'we’?

— Only if you want — he smiled — Come on, I'll show you to your room.

Toto showed Cassie to one of the bedrooms in the apartment, which was also very minimalist and impersonal. “At least the bed is comfortable”, she thought, as she sat down on the mattress, while he dropped her suitcases in a corner of the room. She hadn't brought much, she wasn’t going to be there long. They would be heading back to the UK after the race on Sunday.

— I'm going to make myself some coffee, do you want something?

She shook her head.

— No thank you, I think I'll just get some rest.

— No problem. If you need me, I'll be in the living room. Make yourself comfortable.

— Thanks — Cassie replied, a shy smile on her lips.

Toto smiled back at her and closed the door. Cassie let herself collapse onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Staring at the ceiling, Her mind began to travel, imagining the most different scenarios that could happen later than evening when she met his family, and each was more catastrophic than the last. 

It would be a difficult night, to say the least.

A few hours later, they were standing in front of the door of his sister’s apartment, waiting for someone to answer. Cassie had chosen a light, summery sky-blue cotton dress with a floral print. At first, she wasn’t sure how it looked on her, even though she’d chosen it specifically because it would hide her belly, as small as it was. She changed her mind about it as soon as she saw the look on Toto’s face when she stepped into the living room. If his reaction was anything to go by, she must have looked stunning.

Cassie was pulled out of her thoughts when the door opened, revealing a small boy with light hair and dark eyes. He smiled at them as he pulled the door open.

— Gute Nacht, Onkel! Wie geht’s?

— Gute Nacht, Oskar, mir geht es gut und dir? — Toto replied, hugging the boy warmly — Du bist sehr gewachsen, seit ich dich das letzte Mal im Winter gesehen habe.

— Mir geht es gut. Mama denkt, dass ich nächstes Jahr so ​​groß wie Erik sein werde — Oskar said, smiling. The little crinkle at the top of his nose made Cassie smile. They were similar to Toto's.

— Oskar, this is Cassie, my friend — he said, finally including her in the conversation — Cassie, this is Oskar, one of my nephews.

She reached out to shake the boy's hand.

— Nice to meet you, Oskar.

— Nice to meet you too, Cassie — the boy said, in English — Come in.

Liliana's family's apartment was also large, but it felt much cozier than Toto's, as if it were actually inhabited by a large family. There were pictures on the walls, shoes in the foyer, and the smell of something delicious cooking. It was nicely decorated, but still felt lived-in. It reminded her a bit of Stansted House, her childhood home.

It was where she grew up, where she was when she wasn’t away at school. She could still picture it clearly in her mind’s eye, even though she hadn’t been there in years. The walls were covered in paintings, most of them old portraits of ancestors she never bothered learning the names of. In the few happy moments of her childhood, she remembered playing games with her siblings in their playroom, the smell of fresh biscuits being baked by one of the housekeepers, and romping around the back garden with her sister, picking flowers and looking for frogs in the nearby pond.

They stepped inside and took their shoes off, and Oskar led them into the living room, where two other boys were sitting on the couch beside an older woman, and a middle-aged man sitting in a nearby armchair. As Toto stepped into the living room, the two boys jumped off the couch and ran into their uncle’s outstretched arms.

— Onkel! Du kamst! — they repeated, as they embraced him.

— Natürlich bin ich gekommen, habe ich nicht gesagt, dass ich es tun würde?

They laughed together, and Cassie could feel her heart fluttering as she watched Toto interact with his nephews. Then, she noticed that the older woman stood up with a smile on her face. She was wearing a flowy, long cotton dress, and her long gray hair was tied into an elegant bun at the base of her neck. “This must be his mother”, Cassie thought, as the woman approached Toto.

— Gute Nacht mein Sohn. Wie schön, dich wiederzusehen! — she said, before planting a kiss on his cheek — Wie geht’s?

— Mir geht es gut, Mama, ich arbeite hart.

— Ich kann es in deinem Gesicht sehen, meine Liebe. Sie brauchen diesen Sommer einen guten Urlaub — the woman said, reaching up to pinch Toto's cheek lightly. 

— Kein Grund zur Sorge Mama, mir geht es gut — he said. 

The woman turned to Cassie and shook her hand as she said something in German.

— Cassie, this is my mother, Joanna. — Toto said. He was distracted after a moment, though, as he turned to shake hands with the man who had also come forward to greet him. "And that must be Liliana's husband", Cassie thought. 

— Guten abend, Franz.

As he greeted his brother-in-law, his sister appeared in the room, giving him a warm hug and kissing his cheek. The sight of them all together, smiling and hugging each other, made Cassie feel thrilled, but a bit sad, in a way. She had always wanted a loving family, one that would be happy to see her make a visit back home, one that treated her like someone worthy of affection and respect. When she was a child, she always imagined her parents hugging her and kissing her when she came home between school terms, telling her how much they loved her and missed her while she was gone. 

But, she never heard it, and knew she never would.

They weren’t overly affectionate or attentive as parents to any of their children, but Cassie was treated far differently than her siblings, however, and it had only gotten worse as she grew up. By the time she finished year 9, they treated her like an uninvited guest whenever she came home on the school holidays, and she usually opted to spend most of her time at Sybil’s house instead. 

Her own childhood was filled with trauma and neglect, and she was resolved to not let her own child know what that felt like. She was determined to make sure her child knew that Cassie loved them more than anything, and would do anything to make them feel that love every day. Her child would never have to run away to an aunt’s house to spend Christmas with someone who looked at her with an expression other than contempt. They would be happy. 

— Nun, da Sie alle hier sind, möchte ich Ihnen jemanden vorstellen — Toto said — Das ist Cassandra, oder besser Cassie.

Cassie noticed that the entire family was looking at her with a certain curiosity. Unsure of what else to do, she held up her hand and shyly waved. 

— Hello — she said, her voice quiet.

— Ist sie deine Freundin, Onkel? — the smaller boy, who she assumed was Bjorn, asked, making everyone laugh and Toto blush a little.

— Nein, sie ist nicht meine Freundin. Sie ist eine großartige Freundin von mir. Eine Person, der ich sehr vertraue.

Franz was the first to step forward and give her a generous handshake.

— Schön dich kennenzulernen, Cassie — he said.

— Sie spricht kein Deutsch, Franz.

— Oh, I’m sorry. Nice to meet you, Cassie. I'm Franz, I’m Liliana’s husband.

— Nice to meet you too.

Toto's nephews greeted her, and Joanna commented, through Toto, that Cassie was a beautiful woman. Finally, Liliana approached. Her expression was serious.

— Nice to meet you, Cassie — she said, in a strange, rather cold tone — Toto has told me a lot about you.

After the proper introductions were made, Liliana beckoned everyone to the dining table. Toto had asked her not to serve anything fancy, but the meal looked delicious. She prepared what Toto said was Schweinsbraten, some sort of pork roast with gravy and carrots. There were also potato dumplings, rolls, and some sort of red cabbage slaw. 

The food was incredible. It almost reminded Cassie of a Sunday roast dinner. As they ate, Toto’s mother asked Cassie questions about herself, with Toto serving as a translator. However, the mood at the table completely changed when she asked a specific question.

— Toto, Liebling, frag Cassie, ob sie Kinder hat.

Toto looked at Cassie, a flash of nervousness coming to his face before he looked back at his mother..

— Nun, zu diesem Thema, Mama — he began, setting his cutlery on his plate — Ich bin gekommen, um mit Ihnen allen, genauer gesagt mit Ihnen, darüber zu sprechen.

— Über Kinder?

— Ja — he replied, taking a deep breath — Ich habe Cassie zu Ihnen gebracht, weil wir nicht nur gute Freunde sind, sondern uns gemeinsam entschlossen haben, uns den Traum zu erfüllen, Eltern zu werden.

— Aber wie?

— Wir beschlossen, zusammenzukommen und ein Kind als Freunde zu bekommen. Wir werden ihn zusammen großziehen, aber ohne romantische Beteiligung.

— Und wie willst du ein Kind haben — Joanna said, glancing at her three grandchildren. None of the boys seemed to be interested in their food at the moment — Ohne romantische Beteiligung?

— Künstliche Befruchtung — Liliana muttered. Her mother looked at her, shocked.

— Warte, lass mich das klarstellen, Torger — Joanna said. Her voice sounded irritated — Willst du mir nur sagen, dass du eines Tages aufgewacht bist, beschlossen hast, Vater zu werden, deine Freundin gefragt hast, ob sie es akzeptieren würde, und das war's? Wirst du so ein Kind haben, ohne Beteiligung, ohne Zuneigung, nicht einmal Sex?

— Papa, was ist Sex? — she heard Bjorn ask Franz, who shushed him.

— So war es nicht, Mama. Es war eine Entscheidung, die nach langem Nachdenken von beiden Seiten und mit großer Reife und Ruhe getroffen wurde — Toto replied.

— Du musst verrückt geworden sein — Joanna muttered, shaking her head.

— An welchem ​​Punkt befinden Sie sich in der Behandlung? — Liliana asked. The look on her face was stern and serious. Toto looked at her for a few seconds, in silence. It was all it took for her to put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide — Du…

— Ich bin mit Cassie hergekommen, um Ihnen zu sagen, dass wir später in diesem Jahr ein Kind erwarten.

— Was? — Joanna exclaimed, pointing at Cassie — Ist sie schwanger?

— Ja, Mama. Cassie ist schwanger — Toto said, taking Cassie's hand — Ich werde dir endlich einen Enkel schenken.

Joanna was too shocked to speak. She set her silverware down and got up without a word, turned on her heel and walked out of the dining room. Liliana was staring at her plate, also speechless. Franz, on the other hand, looked at Cassie with an expression that she knew well. It was the look Sybil always had when Cassie would show up on her doorstep, talking about one of Albert’s violent outbursts.

It was a look of pity.

Toto got up and followed his mother, calling out her name. 

Liliana then lifted her face and looked at Cassie.

— Are you really pregnant?

— Yes — she murmured.

— How far along are you?

— Around 13 weeks.

Cassie pursed her lips. In the next room, she could hear Toto's voice arguing with his mother in rapid German.

— Sie wurde durch die Behandlung nicht schwanger, Mama! Die Behandlung schlug nicht an, wir waren verärgert und schliefen miteinander. Wir haben nicht damit gerechnet, dass sie schwanger wird, aber sie wurde schwanger und wir sind glücklich, Mama.

— Das ist nicht das Problem, Torger!

— Und was ist dann los, Mama?

— Das Problem ist, dass Sie sich weigern, seit dem, was mit Julia passiert ist, eine Beziehung zu haben.

— Mama…

— Ich verstehe, dass du Julia geliebt hast und dass du gehofft hast, sie zu heiraten und Kinder mit ihr zu haben. Ich habe auch erwartet, dass ihr zusammen seid, aber es sollte nicht sein. Und jetzt haben Sie eine neue Gelegenheit, mit einer schönen, intelligenten und wirklich liebenswerten Frau glücklich zu sein, und Sie sagen mir, dass Sie ein Baby als Freunde bekommen werden?

— Mama, Julia ist Vergangenheit…

— Es scheint nicht so, wenn man bedenkt, dass Sie eine schwangere Frau mit zum Abendessen mitgebracht haben und sich einfach weigern, ihr einen Platz in Ihrem Herzen zu geben.

Nobody at the table said anything. Cassie’s heart pounding inside her chest, a knot forming in her throat.

— Cassie hat einen Platz in meinem Herzen, Mama — Toto said, in a careful tone.

— Es ist nicht der Platz, den sie verdient, und das weißt du. Ich sehe in ihren Augen, dass sie anders ist.

— Natürlich ist sie anders, sie wird die Mutter meines Kindes!

She heard Joanna give a sarcastic laugh.

— Du solltest deinen Gefühlen vertrauen und das Richtige tun, nur dieses eine Mal. Du erinnerst dich daran, was passiert ist, als du sie das letzte Mal ignoriert hast.

— Was ist passiert?

— Julia löste ihre Verlobung mit dir.

As moments passed, with nobody saying anything and the sound of the argument echoing through the apartment, Cassie started to feel suffocated.

— Mein Sohn, sei ehrlich zu dieser Frau. Sei ehrlich zu dir selbst. Geben Sie diesem Kind die Familie, die es verdient.

— Ich muss nicht in einer romantischen Beziehung sein, um eine Familie zu haben, Mama. Und ich gehe nicht nur wegen meines Sohnes in eine. Ich möchte ihn nicht unter Druck setzen.

— Es gibt keinen Druck, für einen Sohn zusammenzukommen, Torger.

— Weil du nicht weißt, wie es ist, die Einzige zu sein, die deine Eltern zusammenhält, oder, Mama? Aber ich weiß. Und Lili weiß es auch.

Whatever Toto had just said to his mother, it made Liliana quietly gasp and turn her head towards Cassie, her expression turning to shock.

— Excuse me — Cassie said, setting her napkin down and swiftly leaving the table. She ran toward the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned against the wall and sank down to the floor. After a few sniffles from trying not to cry, she could feel tears running down her cheeks.

She was tired, angry, and sad, all at once. It briefly occurred to her that the pregnancy hormones may have been causing her to feel everything so intensely, but it didn’t matter. She wanted to defend herself against whatever Toto's mother was saying about her, but she didn’t know what that was. She didn’t understand what was happening.

She put her hands on her stomach as the sound of her sniffles bounced off of the tiles. She felt like King Midas, only in reverse. Everything she touched was destroyed, even the happiest of families. She wondered why she seemingly wasn’t allowed to be happy. In that moment, she felt like she always left misery in her wake. She didn’t fit into her own family, why should she have expected to fit into this one? Why was she trying to have her own family, if she made everyone else miserable? Would she make her own child miserable, someone else to be unhappy with her?

She was so focused on ruminating over her own misery that she didn't notice the bathroom door open, or Toto sitting down in front of her, until he took her face in his hands.

— Cassandra — he said softly, running his thumbs over the tears trailing down her cheeks.

— I fucked everything up — she said — I'm a fucking disaster.

— No, Cassie, you didn’t…

— Your mother hates me, doesn't she? Your sister hates me. They hate me because I wanted to have a child and dragged you into it.

— Cassie, please…

— I didn’t come here to destroy your perfect family. I was so nervous about meeting them because of this. I destroyed my own family growing up, my dad always said that I was difficult and that I was a disappointment, and that I caused every problem they had. I didn’t mean to cause problems for you, I didn’t, I didn’t —

— My angel, look at me — Toto said, his voice still soft.

She looked up into his eyes as she tried to blink the tears out of hers. 

— It's okay. My mom doesn't hate you. Neither does my sister. They just thought the idea was a little crazy, but I explained everything. They're not mad, just… Surprised.

— They sounded… And looked angry.

— I think German can sound a bit… Aggressive if you don’t know the language. — he said, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb — It’s all of the short, rough sounds. Even saying “I love you”. 

She stared at him in silence for a few seconds. Uncertainty must have been clear on Cassie's face, because Toto pulled her into a hug, one hand sliding through her hair, stroking the back of her head in an effort to calm her down. With her head nestled in the crook of his neck, she felt strangely safe there. 

— Was ist passiert? Ist Cassie gut? — she heard a female voice ask through the door. Toto released Cassie from his embrace and opened the door. Cassie saw Liliana and Joanna standing in the doorway, looking at her with worried expressions on their faces.

— Ihr geht es gut, Mom, sie ist nur ein bisschen deprimiert wegen der ganzen Situation — Toto replied — Cassie hoffte, dass deine Reaktion nicht so negativ war.

Joanna came into the bathroom and stood in front of Cassie, placing her hands on Cassie’s shoulders. They didn’t have any languages in common with which to speak to each other, but the look on her face didn't need translation.

— Können Sie ihr sagen, dass wir nicht sauer auf sie sind? Dass wir eigentlich sehr glücklich über die Nachricht sind? Wir waren nur überrascht, das ist alles.

— My mother asked me to tell you that neither she nor Lili are mad at you, Cassie. They were surprised, but they are very happy.

Cassie looked at Joanna, who was smiling.

— Sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs. Wolff. It's just — Cassie hesitated for a few seconds — My family used to say I used to make things difficult for them, and your reaction to the news made me think I might have made things difficult for you, as well.

Toto pursed his lips before translating for Joanna, who brought her free hand to Cassie’s face.

— Du hast es nicht vermasselt, Cassie. Sie und dieses Kind sind die fehlenden Teile, um diese Familie zu vervollständigen. Und wir alle lieben euch beide jetzt schon.

— She said you didn't make things difficult, Cassie — Toto translated, the shadow of a smile on his face — That you and our child were the missing pieces of our family…

She looked at Toto, who seemed to be hesitating.

— Anything else? — Cassie asked.

— Yes. She said… We all love you both already.

Cassie smiled as her chest filled with warmth.

— Sagen Sie ihr, wir gehen ins Wohnzimmer, um mehr über all das zu reden. Ich möchte mehr über meinen Enkel erfahren.

— Come on, let's go to the living room. She said she wants to hear all about the baby — Toto said, taking Cassie's hand and leading her into the living room. 

Toto had her sit on the sofa, and Franz brought her a glass of water. She showed Joanna and Liliana the ultrasound photos on her phone and they talked excitedly about the new addition, Cassie started feeling much better. She felt more comfortable as the night went on, getting generous hugs and kisses on her cheek as she and Toto left to go back to his apartment. 

They didn’t say much to each other as they walked back in to Toto’s flat, which bothered Cassie a bit. It felt like there was a lot to discuss right now, especially after the situation at dinner, but she was glad that Joanna had warmed up to her by the time the night ended, and considered things settled for the time being.

— I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for bed — Cassie said, as they stepped into Toto’s living room. She turned to walk down the hallway

— Cassie — Toto said behind her

— Yes? — she turned, a little hesitantly. 

He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his chinos, his expression serious.

— In the bathroom, you said something that bothered me a little.

— What?

— You said you didn't want to destroy my perfect family.

Cassie looked down at her feet, swallowing hard.

— I mean, I don’t… — she murmured.

— The problem is, my family isn't perfect. In fact, we are far from perfect.

— But, you all seemed so happy together today.

— Yes, today. But it wasn't always this way, Cassie — he replied, approaching her — When I was growing up, a lot of things were difficult between my mom and I, especially after my parents' divorce and with the advance of my father's illness and it strained our relationship as mother and son a lot.

Cassie felt something tighten in her throat.

— We argued, we fought, we’d go weeks without speaking to each other. In the end, we had to figure out how to get along, because we only had each other. We've done a lot of work to get this far. 

Toto gently took Cassie’s hand.

— When I say that you will not destroy my family, it is because we are already prepared for adversity and challenges. We're strong, just like you are — Toto said, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of Cassie’s hair behind her ear — And… We all love you just the way you are. You and our child. We love you.

Cassie pursed her lips, thinking about what he was saying. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had said they loved her, but hearing Toto say it, even in such an indirect way, made her feel like her heart could explode with joy at any moment.

She knew what she wanted to say in response, but she wasn’t sure if she could manage it, so she hugged him instead.

“We love you too”, Cassie thought.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hii!

I was wondering if I could request a romantic matchup? I really love your writing! I’d love it from Star Wars or marvel ( both if you’re feeling particular nice but either one will do)

My pronouns are she/her and I would like to be matched with a man.

A little bit about me: I love psychology and literature and I’m a very big family person.

I love to read and write the occasional poetry. I loveeee dogs ( I have one right now) and I’m pretty funny.

I get pretty self conscious, but on the off days I’m not in kinda like the life of the party and I’m very hyper sensitive to people emotions and reactions.

I’d say I’m pretty smart and focused; and if I have a goal in mind I almost always get it done. I tend to be a little hard on myself but I’m working on it and o have a really sassy streak.

I love making people laugh and feeling included; but I’m still searching for my ‘person’ yk? I’d say I’m pretty smart and sorted and I love trying new things.

I’m pretty spontaneous and I love my culture (I’m Indian) a lot. My favourite tv shows are friends and Brooklyn 99 because I love things that make me laugh; and my secret pleasure is that I loose soft toys.

My love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation, and I love talking to people about anything.

My favourite artists are Taylor swift, one direction, Sabrina carpenter and Gracie abrams to name a few and I’m really into cricket and f1!

Yeah that’s a little bit abt me hehe; thank you ik advance !!

Here ya go! I always do all listed fandoms, (my longest matchup request was 10!) they are never a burden to do and always fun so I don't mind doing them! You are free to even request more too. Anyhoo, I hope you like your matchups! <3333

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(Romantic);

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Star Wars;

Han Solo:

🌙 You met Han before he met Obi-Wan and before he met Luke; just maybe a couple of months before - though, you weren't a bounty hunter or anything, you were just doing your own thing

🌙 For some reason, the two of you worked together, traveling space together - you and Han work well together - though you and him sometimes butt heads - you get the work done; somewhere down the line, you and Han became a thing

🌙 You and Han, when not bounty hunting, you and Han chillax. Resting in the Falcon, you reading while Han fidgets around with some tech that he's trying to fix - though sometimes if you have no more books to read, Han is more than willing to teach you how to fly the Falcon, (he probably won't let your fly all the time, maybe if there is an emergency, but it's fun overall)

🌙 Han is always there to listen to you - he'd be a good listener - just sitting down somewhere together in the Falcon, just listening to you talk about literally everything and everything; this chatting will probably lead to cuddling, maybe even a nap

🌙 You and Han are a pretty powerful couple, the both of you are persistent and do what you can to get what you want - it's hard for the other bounty hunters to track you both down; you always run away scott-free, hand in hand, your laughter ringing throughout the air

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Marvel;

Matt Murdock:

😈 You actually met Matt when you were called to the stand as the Psychologist in some smaller-lesser known crime court thing - Matt though, when he heard you speak, he was like (★‿★)

😈 After the case thing, and though he could see in a cooler/different way, he was able to follow your voice as you spoke to someone outside the courthouse - he may have slightly spooked you, and you may have been a bit nervous, but when Matt complimented you about your knowledge and how impressed he was; well, swoon

😈 Once official, which may have taken some time, you and Matt move in together and you did a lot together - going to the gym, and listening to your favorite music

😈 A lot of cuddling, just staying up at night - when Matt's not fighting crime - staying up at night together, playing with each other's hands, soft music playing in the background, whispering sweet nothings to each other

😈 And if you're feeling down, Matt will be there for you, trying to soothe you, but if you want some alone time, Matt is more than willing to give you some time and space - he'd probably just go out and fight a baddie, and bring Chinese food home when he does

[nevermindirah]

a public transit meet-cute

inspired by this post

"Your ticket is for this time next week," the clerk had said.

Nile could come back in a week, but the whole point of this trip is to see her dad, and his leave will be over by then. Damnit.

She's doing her best to pull herself together when she hears someone say, "Excuse me."

The man says he couldn't help overhearing and offers her the spare ticket he suddenly has because his friend ditched him. Which is so kind. Unfortunately, this train is only going as far as Frankfurt.

"Of course. Well, just in case, here's the list of the 5 places this ticket is going between here and Budapest."

"No way."

"Sorry?"

"I'm supposed to be going to Budapest."

"Would you... still like to?"

"Wow, um, yeah. Thank you." Like, wow. This is beyond lucky. And nice of this person. Whose name she doesn't know yet. "I'm Nile."

She and her rail station hero both go to shake hands and are both stymied by the fact that their hands are full of luggage. The awkward laugh they share is… nice.

"Sébastien," the man says with a cute little nod.

As they wait in the boarding line Nile asks what's bringing him to Budapest.

"Meeting friends," he says. "Minus Andy, who was supposed to be traveling with me, but her ex-wife barreled into town and swept her off her feet."

They chatter their way through the boarding line, then once they're settled in for the first leg of their trip, their conversation winds down to companionable silence. Nile spends most of the ride alternating between working on a research paper, doodling in her sketchbook, and just enjoying the view. Sébastien sits quietly next to her typing away at what from a few glances seems to be some kind of tech job.

Transferring is a little rushed but they make it onto their next train just fine. Sébastien naps for the first few hours of that leg while Nile finishes up her work. She's about to get dinner when he wakes up, so they go to the bistro car together.

Nile was lucky enough for a stranger to come by and solve her can't read the dates on train tickets problem. As the trip wears on she's finding just how much she hit the jackpot — she's having a great time hanging out with Sébastien.

If she'd booked for the right date, she would've been doing this exact same trip, only she probably would've missed her second transfer. Fortunately for her, Sébastien has a lot more experience hopping across Europe and was able to navigate them through a chaotic 7-minute layover.

The longest they stayed in one place for the rest of the trip was wherever they did their fourth transfer, a three hour and change layover that Nile spent most of asleep on Sébastien's shoulder. They'd gotten pretty comfortable with each other by then, she guessed. Or at least she had. He didn't seem to mind.

Finally they're on their fifth and final train of this ridiculous adventure. As the sun comes up, Nile gets an enormous coffee and starts to tell Sébastien all about what she and her dad have planned for their time together. She's talking a big game about what she'd like to do today as if she's not gonna crash by noon and need to head to the hotel for a long nap.

Sébastien and his friends are more play-it-by-ear about their plans, and more intent on night life than museums, but a few places are on both their lists.

"Who knows, maybe we'll run into each other," Nile says without really thinking about it.

But then Sébastien's eyes brighten. "I'd like that," he says.

Now that Nile's thinking about it, she'd like that too. A lot, actually.

"Hey, if you… if you want," Sébastien starts. "I don't know what your plans are, if you're going to stay the extra week or… If you wanted, I've got the extra seat for the return trip next Thursday."

She smiles. "Wow, thank you." With a little laugh, she adds, "Again."

"How about we exchange numbers, and you can let me know what you decide?"

Some things Nile later decides to do:

leave her dad at the hotel to enjoy an early night in while she goes to meet Sébastien and his friends at a bar

dance with Sébastien

kiss Sébastien

start calling him Seb

kiss him some more

take him up on his offer to travel back to Marseille with him

go on a real date with him, not with his friends in tow (though they're great) and not on various trains (though that was so much more fun than she could ever have imagined)

go back to his place >:)

marry him

[drewsbuzzcut]

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ohhh how does their first bath together go? Little blurb?🤭

Warnings: mentions nudity and sex and I think that’s all

Upon waking up, Jeremy catches the perfect glimpse of his girl draped over him. The sunlight streams through the linen curtains, casting the most angelic glow on Lyla’s bare skin. He lifts a gentle but cold hand and drags his finger along the knots of her spine. He submits each divot and area of smooth skin to memory.

Eventually the coolness of his skin awakens Lyla, her bare body moving against his. Flashbacks play on a reel in his mind; Lyla’s body arching into his as sweet moans spill from her lips.

The girl pops her head up, bleary eyes blinking as she adjusts to the natural lighting. She meets Jeremy’s smile with a cheeky one of her own. A small giggle leaves her mouth and she suddenly grows bashful when she realizes that she probably looks like a hot mess.

“G’morning,” her words are muffled by her face being smushed into his chest.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispers, continuing to ghost his fingers on her back.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” Lyla scoots up his body and presses her lips to his beard.

His long arms wrap fully around her, face leaning down to leave open mouth kisses on the swell of her breasts. Lyla tries not to moan. She knows that if she lets out a peep, Jeremy will want to ravage her, and she just doesn’t have the energy.

“You’re beautiful,” he takes her lips in his, kissing away Lyla’s response.

“I’m glad you got to sleep in. With me,” she grins, eyes crinkling up with her smile.

He softly traces the lines with his thumb, loving that they’ll be a permanent reminder of the happiness he brings her.

“Me too. It’s nice to relax a bit and wake up with you in my arms. I think that’s my favorite part actually,” he lets out in a sigh, eyes closing and head leaning back in pure bliss.

“You think?” Lyla teases, closing her eyes and turning her face away from his line of sight. As if she’s not perched on top of him with her arms crossed below his collarbones.

“I know! I know,” he corrects. His smile is radiant and it makes Lyla feel on top of the world.

They both settle down, chatter drifting into a peaceful silence. Lyla lays a hand on his cheek, her thumb swiping at his cheekbone in affection. Jeremy’s eyes roam her body and the way she fits perfectly with his. His hands wander from the backs of her thighs to the base of her neck. His gentle touch is enough to make her drift off into a deep sleep.

Lyla isn’t sure about how much time passes, but the next time she wakes up the sun is brighter and the outside world sounds busier. She peers down at Jeremy who’s still sound asleep. She eventually cuddles into him once again, her soft movements pulling him out of his nap.

“What time is it?” He mumbles, voice extra thick and raspy. It makes a chill move up the girl’s spine.

“Past noon,” she answers as she takes a look at her phone.

“I need a shower.”

Lyla feels herself grow in excitement when she thinks about what it’d be like to shower with Jeremy. How intimate and safe it’d feel to be pressed to him, bare bodies sharing each other’s warmth.

“How about we take a bath together,” she suggests, eyes cast down to where she traces nonsensical shapes on his chest.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you?” Jeremy teases, fingers finding her sides and tickling the skin.

Lyla squirms against him, squealing at him to stop.

“You’re so full of yourself,” she sasses and maneuvers herself to sit on his torso.

Jeremy stares in fascination. Her boobs sway tauntingly and her skin shines in the sunlight. She’s his angel.

“I’ll race you to the restroom,” he declares, picking up Lyla’s body and setting her back on the bed.

He’s quick to remove himself from the tangled sheets and sprints to the restroom. Lyla lets out a shocked gasp, hopping off her bed and onto Jeremy’s back.

He reaches behind to bring her body to his front, her legs wrapping around his body.

“Hello,” he mumbles into her lips.

“Wait! Stay here while I set it up,” she says, hopping down and closing him out of the bathroom.

“Why can’t I see?” He asks through the closed door.

“Because it’s a surprise,” she shouts.

“Are we doing bubbles? I don’t mind bubbles and you can give me a bubble beard.”

Lyla quietly laughs at his yapping.

“Ly, hurry! I’m naked and cold,” he whines, but quiets down when she pulls the door open. Her lips slant over his as she drags him through the door.

“You get in first,” she instructs, going behind him and pushing down on his shoulders as he sinks into the tub.

Holding out his hand, Jeremy helps Lyla get into the tub. His hands settle on her waist and pull her closer, so her back is flesh against his chest.

Lyla wills the butterflies to calm down before she floats away. Her entire body breaks out into goosebumps despite the warm water and warm body close to her. She’s nervous. There’s no other way to put it. Her body is tense even though she’s practically melting into his soft touch, but it’s because this is new. She’s never known such intimacy that didn’t involve sex.

Jeremy’s fingers glide along her sides, almost teasing even though it’s meant to be comforting. He leans forward, lips pecking the back of her shoulder and up to her neck.

“You’re the most beautiful person ever. I’m so lucky,” he croons, hands going to rest over her stomach. He wants to make sure she’s always pressed up against him.

His wandering hands lower to her thighs, rubbing her soft skin. Lyla leans her head back on his shoulder, turning to him so she can kiss along his jaw. The soft scent of lavender bubbles fill the room and further the couple into a state of relaxation.

“You’re beautiful, too,” she swears against his skin and Jeremy finds himself falling for her. He’s falling fast and hard and he doesn’t plan on stopping.

[sheltershock]

Being sick is the worst. I can’t imagine how hard it would be for a psychic…or can I? 

Sasha already has a canon aversion to germs. I wouldn’t say he’s a hypochondriac, but he’d probably consider getting sick one of the worst things that can happen to him. The most dreadful part is the removal of his bodily autonomy. He's fine with smoking cigarettes, and is aware that they’re bad, but that’s a choice he’s making about his body. He did not choose for someone to come into his shared space sick, spread their germs around, and now he has the suffer the painful consequences of their actions. Absolutely not. Since he can’t really police sick people though he’s really conscious about germs and sanitation. He probably casually has boxes of disposable face masks just in case he has to encounter a sick person, and his aesthetic lets him get away with it for the most part without anyone suspecting anything offensive. But when he does get sick it’s him drifting in and out of consciousness trying to work from home, failing, and then succumbing to exhaustion. Lots of loss of productivity guilt.  

Sasha never thought he’d have to take care of anyone while they’re sick, after all that’s what hospitals are for, and he chose to not work in a hospital. But then at some point after they moved in together, Milla eventually got sick. Honestly his first thought was to leave and stay in a hotel until she got better. She said she’d be fine and that she can take care of herself anyway. But they’re together, and seeing Milla upset/unwell makes him…uncomfortable. Plus, he’s probably already been exposed anyway so…he chose to stay. He moved into the living space  for the foreseeable future, keeping everything as disinfected as possible and left the bedroom to serve as a quarantine. Milla was initially surprised to wake up to see Sasha still there, knowing what he’s like, but was ultimately happy by it. 

As a caretaker, Milla is used to germs. She’s pretty much ready to be a nurse to whoever for however long it takes for them to recover from their sickness. She keeps track of medicine and administration times, food and drinks, cleanliness, even just being nearby and available for emotional needs. She’s got everything under control, so there’s nothing to worry about. She applies the same philosophy as herself being sick: you just need to slow down and rest up, darling.

Milla, however, was not expecting that she wouldn’t really receive the same level of care from Sasha she gives to everyone else when they’re sick. He’d almost never be in the room with her, no matter how many times she’d try to convince him. He’d happily talk to her through telepathy but it wasn’t really the same to her. She had the romantic idea of her feverishly speaking her mind as her lover grasped her hand from her bedside, like in romantic comedies. And even if they both ended up catching the same illness at least they could stay with each other in painful solidarity. Sasha did not find this fantasy funny nor romantic. Whenever he was in the room with her, he always had a medical mask and disposable gloves on. But that was a rare sight after she kept trying to grasp his wrist to convince him to stay with her. She completely understands why he wouldn’t, but it still hurt. 

Instead of bringing out food or drinks, Milla would wake up to bowls on the bedside table and glasses of water. It initially took her a few hours and several micro naps to realize the glass hadn’t actually become empty despite how much she’d drink. Medicine would be laid out nicely with handwritten notes with instructions and timecards which listed out the previous times she’d woken up to take them. The washcloths on her forehead, around her neck and wrapped around her wrists hadn’t dried out yet.

Milla considers getting sick as a sign from the universe or just her body that she needs to slow down and take care of herself. Her body is looking for her! And since she’s pretty active and generally healthy, Milla doesn’t get sick very often, which only serves to prove her own mindset. She doesn’t have any problems with taking those sick days off, sleeping most of the day, watching TV, having soup and warm drinks…she just wishes she felt like doing any of those things. The aches and pains just make her really clingy to anyone willing to give her the time of day, willing to talk their ear off. She doesn't enjoy being alone for long periods of time when she’s well, and she especially doesn't like it when she’s sick. And in the delirium that comes with a fever, her control over her own mind slips.

Fever dreams mock her pain as the Nightmares twist and tangle her past and present emotions into a living hell. While technically someone could go in there and defeat all her Nightmares, they’d just reform quicker than it’s worth to get rid of them. Her fatigue from the illness has her subconscious mostly taking the reins rather than her waking mind. And as a result,  the regeneration time is insane as her memories fire off in jumbled slideshows some people would refer to as dreams. As much as she’d like to spend all her time sick staying up with the hypnotic static of a TV screen, the stable pages of a book or the allure of a new conversation, she has to return to that world eventually. There are few things that can alleviate her Nightmares on good days, and even less on her worst ones. But sometimes, despite her illness, Sasha will climb in with Milla and hold her while she sleeps. 

She’d stir amongst feverish dreams where party guests shrink and don the distorted screaming faces of people long lost. Beside frigid, hissing flames she’d feel sheets and blankets she’s under shift, and hear mumbles about how sticky the linen is with lukewarm sweat. And as she opens her eyes she’d see her upper body and head be moved so a pair of arms securely wrap themselves around her shoulders and waist. Another shiver would slide down her spine. Boiling parts of her body that were locked away under the blankets would be exposed to the cruel air conditioned exterior. 

But she’d feel the warmth wrapped around her upper body from the new embrace and yawn. Tears would well in her eyes from the pulsating rhythm down her neck, and her lover would shudder, being all too knowledgeable about the germs being released as she opened her mouth. A shaky hand would find its way to the side of her head. She coughed, quickly grasping onto the much cleaner fabric of her lover’s clothes. But as she eased her breathing she’d feel a slow, soothing stroking sensation ever so lightly on the surface of her scalp, through her hair, and to the bare skin of her neck. 

Her eyelids would grow heavy again. But unwilling to return the fiery hellscape currently commandeering her own party, she’d forcibly grasp them open again. She’d yawn again, and feel the hand combing through her hair twitch– just for a second. But Sasha is here. She allows her vision to fall to black, and just focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the slightly faster heart rate. Like the lull of a moving train, she’d drift off and her dreams would be a little less worse. Faces become transparent. Frostbitten, charred wallpaper is more vibrant. The vocals of the music fall to murmurs. The real world still calls. Still hearing the hum of the air conditioner, feeling the rise and fall akin to warm ocean waves and the scent of something she can’t quite put her finger on through her stuffy nose, but she knows smells good. 

She hums lightly, about to say something, but the vibrations only make the soreness worse. She opens her mouth, before closing it and burying her face farther into his chest. She swallows and her throat burns. A weight from the back of her head tilts towards her face and everything starts to feel more distant. She clutches the fabric harder. It twists in her grimy fingers. 

The arm around her waist shifts as a hand reaches up to cusp the side of her jawline. With one arm around her back and the other resting over her breast, she sighs into another yawn. Exhaling softly, her grip loosens as her fingers relax and rests into the mild heat of a warm body. And her mind does too. 

For a brief moment she looks through her eyes again. The blankets bear different patterns. Her arms are wrapped around a pillow, but it’s just as soft. Light pours into the hallway from a widening door frame. The mirror inside the hallway bathroom is completely fogged up. An arm stretches into view as the light disappears with a click. Milla’s eyes close and she can hear the kettle hiss as she drifts off again. 

[brendanbrissonswh0re]

MR AND MRS

this takes place when nick is

Still on the umich team.

Y/N POV

I wake up to an empty bed as I’m thinking where nick could be I hear the bedroom door open and nick walks in “ Nicky where did you go” I asked him “oh just out to run some errands” “ohh ok, are you excited for the game tonight?” “Yep I know for a fact we’re gonna win this one, especially cause your gonna be there and your my lucky charm” he says before walking over to the bed and giving me a kiss. “Why don’t you get back in bed and cuddle me” “ I’m sorry baby but I can’t, I have to leave for practice soon” “oh ok” I say with a sad expression on my face. Nick noticed that I got visibly upset and told me “but I promise after practice is finished we can cuddle all you want” “mmm that sounds like a good plan Nicky”

NICKS POV

I got y/n the most beautiful ring ever I know she’s gonna love it, Nolan and Thomas helped me pick it out, but I’m scared I don’t want her to reject me “dude what if she says no” I tell Thomas and Nolan Thomas responds “I promise you she loves you so much I know for a fact she’s gonna say yes” Nolan also chimes in “yeah dude have you seen the way she looks at you she acts like you hung the stars in the sky, don’t be so nervous she gonna say yes” “you guys are right she loves me” I pay for my ring and lady at the cash register says “she’s a lucky lady good luck I hope she likes the ring” I respond to her with a “thank you” before all 3 of us leave the store. As I’m walking in the room to get ready for practice I notice y/n is awake. I quickly stuff the box in my jacket pocket and prayed she didn’t notice. I walked over to y/n and gave her a kiss before we had a quick conversation. “Y/n baby I gotta go, I gotta get to practice I tell her” she responds with an “ok, I love you please drive safe” “I will baby I promise”

At practice

I walk into yost to see Nolan he asked me “so how’s mrs. Blankenburg” I blush spreads across my face and a smile braces me before I say “she’s good, but don’t call her that until I actually ask her” Nolan gives me a pat on the back before going into his stall to put his skates on.

Y/N POV

It’s about 6pm and I just got finished with one of my classes and now I’m getting ready for the game. Nick should be getting out of practice any time now, the game doesn’t start until 9pm but coach wants them to be there at 7pm. As I’m getting ready I hear the door to our apartment open and a bag drop on the floor, I know it’s nick. The door to our bedroom opens and nick comes In “hey baby how was practice” I asked him he walks over to me placing a kiss on my lips before speaking up and saying “it was good, you look so pretty baby” he places a kiss on my head. I blush and look down at my lap before he says “nice to know I can still make you blush” he looks at me as he smirks. “Nickyyyy stopp” i wine “what I can’t help it my girl is just so beautiful” “why don’t you go take a quick nap Nicky,before you have to leave” “mmm good idea baby” as nick takes a nap I finish getting ready.after I’m ready it’s about 6:38 so I go wake nick up “Nicky it’s time to wake up baby” “what time is it” he asks me “6:38” “oh shit I gotta go” he says before he rushes to get out of the apartment.

At the game

I’m sitting with Thomas’ girlfriend in the front row I decided to wear nick’s jersey but I bedazzled it to make it more of my style and a pair of black ripped jeans with my yellow and blue dunks nick got me because he wanted our shoes to match. Nick spots me during warmups I blow him a kiss while he winks at me before skating away. Thomas’ girlfriend Ava looks at me says “aw you guys are so cute together” “aw thanks Ava” before I know it the game is starting, umich is playing against michigan state. In the middle of the second quarter nick scores a goal, I jump up out of my seat and scream so loud I’m pretty sure the people around me thought I was crazy,nick does his celly before pointing at me and giving me a wink. Michigan ends up winning the game 3-0. As soon as the game is over Ava is rushing me to the tunnel, “Ava what you doing” “come on we have to hurry” she replied. When we make it to the tunnel I see Nolan standing “ ah there you are I was waiting for you” “Nolan what are you talking about” “follow me y/n” Nolan leads me to the ice where their is mats over the ice he told me to walk on the mats. As I’m walking on the mats I see nick standing in front of me and the whole team behind him. “Nick what is all this” nick looks at me with so much love in his eyes before he says “y/n ever since i saw you freshman year I knew we were supposed to be together forever, you make me so happy and I just can’t imagine life without you, you’re my everything, I wanna be with you forever I love you so much baby” he says before he gets down on one knee “So y/n baby will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me” at this point I’m full on crying before I say “yes Nicky I’d love to marry you” he jumps up and brings me up to a kiss before yost erupts in cheers and the boys on the team hit their sticks on the ice. Nick brings me into a hug and kisses me before I say “Nicky I love you so much” “I love you more Mrs.Blankenburg” we share another kiss before the boys on the team come in and join our hug making it a big group hug. After the boys stop hugging I look down at my left hand before I look up at nick “Nicky this ring is so beautiful” “it is but it’s not as beautiful as you”.

I’m going to make a part 2 of the actual wedding soon!!!

I don’t really know how I feel about this one but lmk if you like it