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Wtf do u mean officially canon did I miss something

[iholdwhatican]

reunions

pairing: art donaldson x reader x patrick zweig

read part 2 here!

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tags: y/n is art donaldson's wife ; birthday party ; surprise visit from patrick ; art is down bad ; patrick wants y/n ; possessive!art ; the boys are fighting ; no use of y/n ; pining ; sexual tension

summary: you want to make your husband's birthday special, so you invite his attractive, charming, estranged childhood best friend in the hopes that they'll make amends. surely nothing will go wrong, right?

author's note: i can't stop thinking about them i am so ill. this is the first of presumably many challengers works. and yes i did make a new blog just for this, don't judge me. this is a drabble that was stuck in my head but I do have more for it should it be wanted! preferably something that leaves you sandwiched in between them :3

originally posted by iholdwhatican

You told yourself this whole thing happened out of the goodness of your heart. You’d just wanted to be a good wife and make your husband’s birthday the best it could possibly be. Because Art Donaldson was the most amazing person you’d ever known, and he loved you, and he deserved the world. There was nothing off limits when it came to him, no line you wouldn’t cross. 

You knew how much Patrick had meant to him, how much he missed his best friend. Your cheeks hurt from how wide the stories made you smile, how happy he sounded when he recounted the things he’d gotten into with the eccentric tennis player. And you knew how sad Art was that they didn’t talk anymore. 

So what better time to remedy that than for his birthday? That was a wonderful surprise, right? Right?

Upon meeting Patrick Zweig, your first thought was how the hell this man got along so well with your Art. Not to say he was a bad person, but he was just so… much. He was cocky, indomitable, the kind of person that knew what he wanted and what he was worth and wouldn’t settle for anything less. He was a force not to be reckoned with, no matter what. He was also unbelievably charming (and not bad on the eyes, which you would never admit), and you hated the way his sweet-talking got under your skin. 

He asked you how Art was. You told him he was fine. Retired, now. Making the most of a quiet life. You’d just celebrated 3 years of married life. He asked to see wedding photos and you didn’t miss the sadness in his eyes at missing the event. You happily obliged. It was the most romantic day of your life, after all. 

And you couldn’t help but internally pat yourself on the back. Patrick missed him too. You could mend the broken bridge between them, and your husband would be thrilled. He’d reward you for your good work. 

You asked Patrick to come to Art’s party. To make contact again. To come back into his world. He only hesitated for a moment, asked if Art knew and was okay with it. 

The lie slipped off your tongue easily. Of course, he’s wanted this for a long time. It’s a surprise, but a most welcome one. You didn’t have details on what happened between them- only knew of a falling out while Art was in college- but it couldn’t be that bad. Anything could be overcome, right? 

Patrick accepted and you hoped the lump in your throat was from excitement and not dread. You thanked him for meeting you, told him you’d forward him the details, and went back to your husband. 

The day of the party came, and you were so nervous you could hardly take it. You’d spent the last couple of days working yourself into a frenzy, convinced that this reunion was a terrible idea and your husband would hate you. You had no right to bring an estranged friend back into his life, on his birthday no less. And without saying a word to him. 

God, what the hell was wrong with you? 

You gripped the edge of the kitchen counter and downed your third glass of water. It did nothing to soothe the dryness in your throat. Or the pounding of your heart. You wondered how fucked you’d be at the party if you took a Xanax right now. Or five. 

Just then, Art peeked his head into the kitchen, donning a sweet smile when he spotted you. He looked as handsome as ever, sporting a well-fitting polo shirt and khakis. His hair was growing out again, starting to show those boyish curls you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. He made his way over to you, wedding band sparkling on his finger, and your heart melted. 

You loved him so much. Had you ruined his birthday with your stupid meddling? Maybe even ruined your marriage? 

“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted, sliding a hand around your waist and kissing your head. It was a familiar gesture, a normal one. He loved touching you, keeping you close. You loved it just as much, “The cake was just delivered. You went way overboard, as usual.” 

You pretended you weren’t overcome with dread and cupped his cheek, “Shut up. There’s no such thing as overboard. You deserve this, okay? You deserve to be celebrated.” 

Please, please don’t be mad at me for inviting him. For bringing him into our world. Please still love me. I did it for you. I’d do anything for you.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled- in that perfect way you adored so much. He leaned down to kiss you again, this time on your lips. It was gentle and caring and everything you were to each other. It made you want to cry. Art was everything. All you wanted was to give him the same. 

The doorbell rang, breaking you two out of the moment, and your husband pulled away. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Well,” He spoke, looking at you like there was nothing else in the world, “That must be our first guest.” 

You hummed happily, “Guess it’s time to celebrate you, Birthday Boy. Shall we?” 

“We shall.” He teased, doing a mock bow as he offered you his hand. You took it, laughing, and the two of you made your way to the front door. 

You took a deep breath and tried not to focus on the unhappy way your stomach was churning. 

The first hour of the party went by with a pleasant lack of reunions-turned-altercations. Patrick had yet to show his face, and you wondered if he might not come at all. Part of you was relieved at the idea, while the other couldn’t help but be frustrated. 

He said he would come. What if the surprise didn’t end up being a bad thing? How would you know if he never showed? 

God, you needed a cigarette. 

You’d spent the entirety of the party so far glued to Art’s side, being his doting wife as you made conversation with everyone. Your eyes continued to stray to the door, looking for a certain dark-haired man. Every single time, you were disappointed. Disappointed, yes, but not surprised. From what you’d heard, Patrick wasn’t really someone who could be counted on a lot. 

Maybe this whole thing was just a big mistake. And maybe the part of you that truly felt let down at not getting to see him again was something you should never, never look into. 

You patted Art’s chest and stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I’m gonna check on the food. I’ll be back.” 

He nodded, smiled, and pressed a kiss to your temple. His arm released its grip on you and he continued his conversation with an old Stanford buddy without missing a beat. He was fucking incredible. At everything. You were crazy about him. 

The food didn’t actually need to be checked on. The caterer was high-quality, and they knew better than to fuck up one of your events for your husband. You had full trust in them- you honestly just needed a breather. This whole night had felt like a cold fist clenched around your heart. 

Instead, you grabbed yourself a large glass of wine and made your way to the patio to enjoy some cool night air. 

The area was blessedly empty, allowing you to slip out of the hostess facade. You were more than happy to do it, especially when celebrating Art, but the circumstances tonight were making it much harder than usual. Which was, of course, entirely your own fault. Way to go, you! Knocked it out of the park tonight, didn’t you? 

You sighed, leaned against the railing, and took a long gulp of your drink. The weather was slightly chilly, and it felt amazing against your heated skin. Already, you were finding it easier to breathe. And think, for that matter. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the party, Mrs. Donaldson?” A familiar, spine-tingling voice spoke, breaking you out of your peaceful moment. 

You whirled around, eyes landing on Patrick fucking Zweig leaning against the wall of your house. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, his hands nonchalantly tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans. They went well with the button-up shirt he wore, a stark contrast from the shorts and hoodie he’d had on when you first met. He looked good- really good. Enough to make a pit grow in your stomach. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” You blurted out, thankful that the darkness was shrouding your red face. His face was just barely illuminated by the orange glow of the cigarette, and you watched as he looked you up and down, “Also, how’d you get back here? I didn’t see you walk into the house.” 

Patrick kicked off the wall and walked over to you, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. His curls fell over his forehead, and you found yourself fighting the urge to brush them out of the way- the same way you always did to Art. You swallowed deeply. What the hell was wrong with you? 

“I told you I’d come, didn’t I?” He responded matter-of-factly, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. The smell made you nostalgic. You and Art had made a pact years ago to quit together, but God did you miss it sometimes. You licked your lips and tried (and failed) not to stare, “I snuck in through the back. Thought it’d be less messy that way.” 

You had no idea how he’d been able to get back here, but you decided you weren’t gonna ask. It didn’t matter in the long run, anyway. Besides, he was probably right. You had no idea how Art was gonna react, and it was smart to have it happen in an isolated area. 

“Probably smart.” You muttered, taking another swig of the wine. The feeling of his eyes stayed on you, burning into your skin, but you didn’t meet his gaze. You didn’t want to think too hard on why. 

“He doesn’t know you reached out to me.” It wasn’t a question, but you responded to Patrick’s words regardless. He’d find out eventually. 

“No.” The admittance came out with a heavy breath, like you were releasing the weight that had been on you all night. In a way, you were. You ran a hand over your forehead, “I don’t know what happened between you two, he doesn’t talk about it. But I just- I’m terrified he’ll hate me for bringing you.” 

Why the hell were you pouring your heart out to this stranger? What was it about him that drew you in so much and made you want to bring down your walls? How was this charming man already under your skin from one damn meeting? And how the fuck were you supposed to explain any of this to your husband, his estranged best friend? 

You needed another drink. Or ten. 

“You really love him.” Again, not a question. But you answered. You had to. 

“More than anything else in this world.” 

Patrick offered you his half-smoked cigarette and you took it without thinking. The sting of the smoke in your lungs was like coming home. It was so good it almost made you cry. But lots of things made you want to cry right now. You could taste mint on the cigarette, like he’d been chewing gum before lighting up. The same kind Art always chewed. 

It made something flip in your stomach. 

“Well, from what I can tell, you’re pretty great. Super caring, based on how far you went in an attempt to make him happy. Shit, you tracked me down, which is a feat in itself. And you’re gorgeous, obviously. I’m surmising that you’re basically the whole package.” He spoke calmly, as if every one of those words didn’t make your heart jump into your throat. You chugged your drink to use it as an excuse for your rosy cheeks, “So I don’t think there’s any way he could hate you. Even for inviting me here.” 

You were speechless for five long seconds as he took the cigarette back and inhaled. Then you finally got your brain to stop lagging, “You don’t even know me.” 

“I know enough.” He countered, continuing the pass back and forth of the cigarette, “And I know Art. He wouldn’t marry someone beneath him. The fucker somehow always gets the ones way out of his league.” 

You didn’t comment, but you knew what Patrick was referring to. Tashi Duncan. The now pro-tennis player that he’d had a thing with back in the day. You didn’t know the details, but you knew she was a point of contention between the two men. 

Honestly, you tried not to think about Tashi. She was gorgeous, super talented, and an overall seemingly great person. Art had passed up on that for you, and it got to your head a lot. You wondered if he regretted it. Or at least wondered what his life could’ve been like. 

You didn’t think you were out of his league. In fact, you thought the opposite. Not that you needed to tell Patrick that. Your insecurity and jealousy issues could stay yours alone. 

“Well, I don’t know about that.” You murmured.

The cigarette began to dim as you took the last drag, flicking it off the balcony and down into the grass below. With both the alcohol and nicotine gone, you started to think you probably needed to get back to the party. Your husband would be looking for you, and you didn’t want to keep him waiting. You just had to figure out how Patrick would fit into the equation. 

“If you weren’t taken, I’d be trying to charm the fuck out of you right now.” 

The statement caught you completely off guard. You looked over at him, eyes wide, and tried to keep your cool at the sexy smirk on his face. God, he was so fucking attractive. 

You blinked once, twice, a third time, “What?” 

His smile grew at your flustered state, “I have great taste in women, and I’d flirt with you if I could. So I’m saying you’re definitely a catch. And totally out of Art’s league.” 

You licked your lips. Subconsciously, “I’m pretty sure that was flirting.” 

“Was it?” He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed, “Oops.” 

You ran your finger over the rim of your wine glass, trying to think of something to say. You came up empty. You were married- to this man’s childhood best friend. To the love of your life. He shouldn’t be flirting with you. And you definitely shouldn’t be enjoying it. 

“There you are! I was starting to worry.” Art’s voice broke the tense silence, and you turned around to watch him making his way to you with a smile. Then he spotted Patrick and his smile dropped as his face filled with recognition, “You- what the hell are you doing here?” 

You opened your mouth to speak, to explain and mediate the situation, but the dark-haired man beat you to it. 

“Your pretty little wife invited me.” He said, which was probably the worst thing he probably could’ve chosen. You internally buried your face in your hands. 

Art’s jaw clenched and his eyes lit up. It took you a moment to realize that the expression was anger. Honestly, it took you by surprise. It was extremely rare to see him angry, and never was it directed at you. And though he was looking at Patrick, you were terrified that in this instance it was. 

“Let me explain.” You immediately choked out, clutching your empty wine glass like a lifeline, “I really just thought that-” 

“She thought you missed me and wanted us to reconnect. As a birthday surprise. Isn’t that sweet?” Patrick butted in, throwing an arm over your shoulders. Art looked ready to murder someone (probably the tennis player holding you), “I doubt it was easy contacting me, but she managed. All for you.” 

You laughed nervously, ducking your head, “Well, that’s not-” 

“Let go of her.” Art demanded. His voice was cold and dangerous. Possessive. It made something twitch in your core. Oh, you liked that. 

The brunette didn’t hesitate to do as he was told, holding his hands up in surrender, “My bad, man. I just feel like we’re already such close friends from hanging out together. Don’t you think so?” 

The last part was directed at you, and Patrick nudged you. You gave him an incredulous look. 

The charming, sweet man you’d just been talking to was gone. He was replaced by a cocky, near-disrespectful antagonist who was trying to egg your husband into some kind of altercation. And he was using you as the bait. 

You couldn’t lie that you were frustrated, but it did feel a bit nice to be in an almost tug-of-war between the two men. You liked being an object of affection or desire. 

“You should head inside, baby.” Art spoke to you, though his furious gaze never left Patrick, “Our guests will wonder where the hosts went. I’m gonna talk to Patrick for a minute.” 

You’d be damned if you told him no. Even though this situation felt like a mess that was definitely all your fault. Damn you for inviting Patrick. Damn him for being so captivating. And damn Art for loving you so much that the sight of another man touching you made him see red. This entire thing was like a whirlwind. 

“Okay…” You whispered, moving towards your husband and the house. You gave Patrick a small smile, hoping to convey your thoughts to him. Please don’t hurt him- he’s my world. Then you stopped at Art’s side and placed a hand on his bicep, “I’m sorry if this was a bad idea. I just wanted to make your birthday special, is all. I didn’t mean to fuck it up.” 

He finally looked at you, just long enough to give you a loving smile and a shake of his head, “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m so proud of you for doing all this for me. Don’t worry.” 

Then he kissed you, only to stop and pull away, “Is that- were you smoking with Patrick?” 

You sucked on your teeth and nodded, “Yes, a little. I’m sorry. I just-” 

But then he was kissing you again, hard and needy. Like he wanted to fuck you right then and there. Your face burned bright red, and you could feel Patrick’s eyes on the two of you. Art had never acted like this in all the time you knew him. But right now, within thirty seconds of being around his old friend, he was putting on a show to prove that you were his. 

You belonged to him. And he wanted Patrick to know it. 

You really, really fucking liked this. 

When he pulled away, you felt dizzy. From both the kiss and the wine you’d downed. You barely had time to take a breath before he was lightly patting your cheek and sending you inside. You managed to take a look at the two men before rejoining the party. They just stared at each other, like they were in a standoff. 

It was unbelievably hot. 

As you went back to your guests, lips still tingling, only one thought was coming to you. 

You wondered how long you could keep Patrick around, just to see what it would do to your precious husband. 

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 12)

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Part 12:

It felt like hours went by, and it looked like your suspicion was correct- as indicated by the deepening red of the skies of Hell, compared to the pale pinkish hue it was when Alastor teleported the two of you up here.

The entire time, Alastor hardly said even a single word- a rare occurrence, knowing his occupation and personal love of hearing himself talk. If anyone ever knew that Alastor just purely listened attentively to you for hours, they'd probably think you're lying.

You told him about how your parents and in-laws treated you like a bargaining chip for their own businesses and social standing to prosper- then for everyone to turn their backs on you as soon as you were married off. You were treated like a circus animal in a cage.

Even after that, he didn't say a word. He just rubbed his thumb across your hands as reassurance before you continued.

When you told him about how your ex-husband used and abused you, but then paraded you around as the trophy wife like nothing was wrong, all Alastor did was tighten his grip on your hands.

As you explain in full detail the emotional and physical distress it all caused you and the impact that meeting Alastor had on your life, which then spurred the meticulously planned murder of your then-husband, you could swear you feel his hands trembling ever so slightly.

Many more tears had fallen from your eyes during this whole process, your throat sore from talking so much at one time.

Then, you looked up at Alastor.

He looked at you with nothing but love and the most gentle smile you had ever seen.

Without saying a word, he stood up and walked over to you, helping you stand up. Then he gave you a warm embrace. You gasped in response. It was very rare for either of you to initiate much physical touch, but it was even less common coming from Alastor.

Not letting this opportunity go by, you wrap your arms around him.

Alastor pulls back from the embrace slowly to gently caress your face and says, "And here I thought I couldn't possibly love you even more, my dear. You're just as perfect to me as the day I first laid eyes on you..."

A chuckle escapes your lips as you lean into his touch.

"My vows still hold true, you know. As I put that ring on your finger that night you left me too early, I said to you...' 'In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, dear.' with only the moon and stars as my witness."

A huge smile spreads across your face, "Oh Al, honey... Looks like you were right after all, in life and in death, I'm yours". You say as you pull him into a kiss, that he happily obliges to indulge you in.

"My dear, I think we will have to have a proper exchanging of vows soon- one that isn't interrupted by a certain someone- banging on the DOOR!"

You hardly even noticed the muffled yells and banging noises that were present at door that then disappeared with a yelp as Alastor whipped around to unlock and open the door.

"Why Vaggie, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you all the way up here?" He answered the door with a low growl to his voice.

"Alastor! You just up and kidnapped our guest and haven't returned for HOURS! You can't just do that! Especially when you were threatening their life!"

"Ahahaha! Funny thing! Yes, yes I can!"

"Why you... ALAST-"

"Hey, hey! Vaggie, don't worry. I'm okay, we're okay." You quickly shoved yourself between the two of them as you felt the tensions rising.

" (y/n)! What did he do to you?? What's going on here???"

You sheepishly smile as you slink back to Alastor's side and link your arm through his, "Just uh.. reuniting?"

Vaggie took a step back and raised an eyebrow while asking, "Hold on now, what did you just say?"

Alastor clears his throat, "Ahem, why I do believe I owe you and Charlie an apology of sorts! Perhaps a 'thank you' as well for saving the love of my life, my soon-to-be fiancée from when we were still alive!"

"Excuse me- WHAT???"

-> Part 13

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[filmbyjy]

husband ff Jake??

OUR LOVE

a/n: ahhh i’m trying to finish past requests and i’m sorry this took too long 😭 i didn't want to write a too long of a story so this is just a small one. it is also crack bc i was not in my right state of mind to focus 😭

WARNING: mentions of pregnancy, talking about sex and stuff. no smut bc i can't write it anyways.

“come on noona! it will be fun! travelling around the world with us and of course jake hyung.” sunoo excitedly exclaims.

you could see the excitement that the other boys had. especially, the boy who had his hands placed on your thighs. “please, baby? take it like another honeymoon until we actually have time for one.” jake pouts.

“oh, yeah. we could walk around and show noona some of the places we’ve been too!” jungwon says.

“I don’t know guys…I feel like I would be intruding. after all, I’m not part of enhypen.”

“but you are part of ‘our family’. besides, you and jake hyung are married!” ni-ki says.

you looked at the other boys for reassurance and they seemed okay with it but you still felt bad. they’d have to get an extra ticket if you came along with them and ENGENEs probably didn’t want to see you in their content.

ever since you and jake got married, there had been quite a lot of death threats sent to you. it was so bad to the point that enhypen’s legal team had to step in on behalf of you. despite having a legal team to help you with any threats, it still didn’t stop. you couldn’t even really leave the house without being recognised in the streets and some ‘engene’ yelling at you for stealing their idol from them.

it definitely didn’t help now that you’re pregnant. which was a surprise for jake (and the boys). this is also why you wanted to stay in Seoul. you couldn’t travel around, not when you’re at your early stages of pregnancy. actually, the obstetrician had already explain to you that you could travel around but you didn't want to take the risk.

“I don’t know, boys…” you say. ni-ki pouts. jake grabs your hand and squeezes.

“something wrong, baby? you usually don’t hesitate on hanging out with us. in fact, don’t you love travelling with us?” jake asks in the softest tone possible.

“I’m fine. I just feel scared…what if the ENGENEs find me annoying? I mean, I always somehow appear in your content and like they are forced to see my face. you know some of them don’t even like me.”

“well, first off. those aren't ENGENEs." jungwon says. "no ENGENE would hate on someone who is close to us or is family to us. besides, even if they are 'ENGENEs', they need to learn that jake hyung is happily married to you."

jake hums at jungwon's words. "you're my wife and they should respect that. i still show as much love to ENGENEs despite being married to you." jake tilts his head. "so, baby. you don't have to worry about a thing. i'll protect you and put you first over ENGENEs if they talk bad about you."

"thanks, babe."

"so why can't you travel with us? there must be another reason right?"

you sighed, "i'll tell you and the boys in a few days. don't worry, it's a really good explanation. i promise i'm not lying or trying to avoid it. i just haven't done something."

"now that's just making me more worried, princess." jake pouts.

"it's nothing bad, i promise. give me like 3 days."

"okay, fine. hmm, but in 3 days we'll be at practice the whole day."

"i know, i'll swing by your break as per usual."

the other boys were just as confused as jake but they just kept quiet.

3 days later

you had gone to HYBE to visit the boys like you usually did. you had brought some food, snacks and box with a balloon tied to it. a little extra thing for jake since you were going to reveal to him about your pregnancy. you had placed the food at the pantry so they could eat there.

you had knocked on their practice room door and popped your head in after you heard a 'come in'.

"i brought some food and snacks! come out before the food becomes cold."

the boys wiped their sweat and went out of the practice room. the coffee table was filled with food and snacks. their jaws dropped.

"did you plan this with the staff or something?"

"a little. it's a little reward for working hard for your tour." you say. jake goes over to peck your lips.

"baby, this is amazing! i married and dated the right woman!" jake exclaims. you laughed.

"what's that?" ni-ki points out the box with a balloon tied to it.

"dessert, eat the food first. it's going to be cold."

and so the boys dig into the food. with schedules being packed and having practices for the whole day lately, they were unable to eat such good food. they were thankful you were there to look after them and feed them well like a mom.

"okay, we're done with the food. i want to open the cake!" ni-ki pouts.

"mmm, how about we have jake open the cake and also cut it in the honour of the start of fate tour!" you say. the boys and jake didn't think much of it so they allowed jake to open and cut the cake.

when jake opens the cake box, he was met with the words "i'm going to be a dad!" and the ultrasound picture stuck to the roof of the box. his jaw drops as he slowly looks up at you. the boys looked over his shoulder as they noticed jake's shocked expression. their jaws dropped quickly after processing the words written on the cake.

"surprise." you shyly say.

"you're- holy shit." jake stands up and hugs you tightly. "i'm going to be a dad!!"

"wait wait. this is a lot to process." jay says. "you two have been fucking while we're all at the dorms..."

"no, that's not the main thing. they didn't use a condom! oh my god, you two are freaky!" sunghoon's face scrunches in disgust.

"we don't do it all the time! it was one time and that was to celebrate the day i proposed to her. i booked a hotel for me and (name) because i respected you guys."

"jake's little swimmers are working hard. just do it once and she gets pregnant?" heeseung says.

"why do you have to say it in the most graphic way in front of the younger ones." you hid your face on jake's chest, clearly embarrassed. not a single words were coming out of the younger members' mouths.

"okay, but can we eat the cake..." ni-ki voices out.

"yes, we can." jake says.

and so after the shock, everyone goes to enjoy the cake that you had brought. they cheered for jake and happily congratulated him. since they were going on tour, jake promised to always call and check up on you whenever he could.

and just before he left, both you and him announced to both of your parents that you were expecting. they all had thrilled faces when they realised that they would be grandparents. throughout the whole tour period, you had stayed with your parents as an advise from jake so that in case something happened, your mom would be around.

you were glad to have someone as caring as jake and you couldn't have asked for a better husband than him.

[marycorcaroli]

how the opla!boys would break your heart.

angst with sanji, zoro and luffy.

mary ♡: hi everyone 💌🌷, i haven't seen any stories like this yet, so i thought i'd write one myself 🤗. i hope you like it ! ! 🫂

english is not my first language, i apologize for my mistakes. ♡

rules ; masterlist ♡

sanji.

he doesn't care about you, about all of you.

in the beginning of your relationship, he was so loving and understanding, sanji was always there for you, interested in your condition and afraid that something would happen to you. but then he got bored with you, your every move annoying him, and your please to stay home for the day caused him an uncontrollable torrent of aggression.

sanji wasn't afraid to tell you to your face how much you annoyed him. did you meet an old friend and stop to chat with him? sanji shows his displeasure, and later he's sure to tell you that you talk too much and you should shut up for once. he's completely shameless and doesn't care about your feelings, did he make you cry or not? who cares, he's right either way.

while you're humiliating yourself in front of him and trying to save your love drowning in lies and hatred, sanji will tell everyone that you're just a substitute for a certain person in his life. but he's forgotten how you saved him, how you helped him with everything, how you were always ready to come and comfort him, how you even went with him to psychologists and held his hand so that he wouldn't be afraid to say anything and know that you were there for him until the end.

but now your end has come and there is nothing left to save.

zoro.

cheated on you twice.

and each time it hurt like an infinite number of bullets piercing your heart. he was just toying with you, you were convenient for him sometimes, and most of the time you wondered "what kind of relationship are we in?" zoro kept saying you were in an open relationship, but is that true?

he kissed and flirted with different girls without thinking about you, but when someone showed you the proper attention, zoro went crazy and was terribly jealous, trying to find faults in you and wanting you to believe those lies. you were too good for him. constantly saving his ass and being a mountain for him, but he didn't appreciate it.

even after you got married and started living happily ever after, something went wrong.

when he met his ex-girlfriend again, he didn't refuse her help at 3:00 in the morning and then lie about going to his friend's house. it was so painful to know that that was all he could lie, but it didn't stop him from cheating on you with that ex, a second time, with her. he begged for your forgiveness, ran after you, was willing to do anything for you to forgive him and give him a chance. zoro loved you, but that love was never enough to keep you together.

seeing them again, something inside you burst, your whole future flashing past your eyes. the man who'd made you trust him and be with him again had done this to you. there was no anger or hatred in your gaze, but you wondered why people were doing this to you.

luffy.

lied to you all the time.

luffy would never tell you the truth, would never in his life admit to what he'd done. he was sure that his lies would save you from the danger and pain he plunged you into every time he didn't want to talk.

you wanted so badly to help him and tell him how to get out of this pit of lies, you were willing to do anything to make luffy feel good, but nothing changed. even after you found out that he slept with other girls during your break, when he promised that he wouldn't sleep with anyone but would try to be a better man and didn't try to make amends, luffy lied here too. making you believe it wasn't true and he wouldn't do that to you was another lie, but that's exactly what he did.

he lied about loving you. luffy didn't even know why he even started dating you in the first place, probably as a joke, but the joke lingered and you felt the most genuine feelings for him, but him.

he hurt you with his laughter, his deception, himself. he did everything he could to tear your soul into the smallest pieces and nothing was left of your tender heart, just a huge hole with self-loathing and the conviction that everything was your fault.

but it's not. it's luffy. he can't do it any other way and he never wanted to learn how to love properly, he was fine with you when you weren't bothering him, but at the same time, it hurt a little to see you cry, and afterward, luffy remembered that he still had plenty more like you.

[lucrativesoul]

i love soft husband leon. who doesn't? what about soft leon who loves that you are a bookworm and dedicates himself to being your biggest fan? i am on board for this.

Ever since you had met, Leon knew how much of a reader you were. So much so, that before anything serious had even transpired between you two, he vowed to be the reason for your eventually massive book collection.

He had never said it out loud, but he loved your dedication to your reading space and how you cared for your growing library. You treated it like an entity, and he couldn’t help but always admire your effort that you put into it. He never thought that he was a second choice to your affection, rather, he preferred seeing you in the state of caring for your passion. It only made him fall more.

Every anniversary, birthday, holiday that required gifts possible, he was buying you a book or something to put in the room. Leon was always paying attention to what you say you need to add, or what you want to read, or something that would make the room look brighter.

Some of his favorite moments with you are the silent nights where he was sitting at one end of the couch, either on his phone or mirroring you and (giving it his best attempt) reading, and you were always right next to him with your own book. If you were close enough to the table, a mug with that night’s choice of drink not far from your reach, and one body part always in contact with him. The peace of the air calmed him after a day at work, or when something insignificant in his life went wrong, and even just looking over at you in your blissful state was enough to soothe him.

Leon, truthfully, loved nothing more than seeing you absorbed in your own worlds. Before he had met you, he thought it impossible that he could live a life where he even had a few moments of a quiet mind. He had no idea that one person could flip that all on its head. You became that for him. And when you are in your own little world, happy as can be (or sad, Leon has seen your many moods with the books you choose), he is reminded of the day that altered his life path forever.

Leon shows up with random plants sometimes. Nothing compliments a warm library space like a good plant, and eventually you had to tell him to slow down, as you were running out of room. (That really wasn’t true, you had a whole shelf and the both of you knew it. You would happily fill it with any plant he brought in, but he stayed conscious to keep it open in order to leave space for all the books he was planning on giving you).

Coming home from work, if you weren’t in the kitchen pouring yourself another mug of whatever it was that you chose for the night, you were in your reading room. The huge chair (that Leon supplied) held you snuggly against the thick knit blanket (from Leon) with your signature mug placed on the side table (...Leon) was exactly how he liked to find you. As much as it pained him to interrupt your reading, he always comes in to greet you, heart lightening at your expression at seeing him home, even if it was in the middle of a sentence.

Basically, Leon knew he made the right choice in choosing you to marry. He thought it would never happen to find someone who was his light even when you weren't paying attention to him. Just the mere sight of you had his heart racing. His safe space was with you, and with you always came the books and the comfort, so for the rest of his life, he knew he was bound to think of you every time he looked at a leather bound hardcover, already being able to picture you flipping through it.

a/n: i'm sorry for being silent! as i said before, the semester is in swing and i only have a month left now! i'm still thinking up ideas for my next full length, but i have not disappeared yet. please check out my others in the meantime if you haven’t already, and i will continue to work hard to make sure i deliver to my utmost quality. thank you for reading <3

[jongbross]

hi again and sorry for more request 😭 suddenly it came to my mind. could you write a married couple, baekhyun is 7-8 years older than her (if it's okay for you- and of course legal) and she wants a baby so bad but, baek is not ready or not want because of his wife. his wife has already graduated and he worries about her. but two of them have a big fight because of misunderstanding. some sad tears and hugs please! (You can write one of them for two request) thank you so much! 💓

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 1086 genre: angst with a happy ending warnings: arguing, mentions of pregnancy, tears, baekhyun trying to be a good husband but failing (depends on your point of view though) a/n: the angst we wanted to badly!!!!! thanks for requesting <3

it was breaking his heart to see you like that. baekhyun could see your tears falling from your eyes, arms protectively wrapped around your body, hugging your stomach.

it's not that he didn't want a baby - he wanted it, so badly. just... not now.

baekhyun already had to live with that tiny little feeling of guilt, as he always thought he had stolen your youth. he was much older than you when you two started to date and, even though it was legal, he knew that part of him was wrong for wanting you.

you were young, in the glory of your 20 years; he was an adult already, turning 28 and thinking about what he wanted for the future. you had so much to live yet, people to kiss, drinks to try, places to go; he already had a good career, had already collected some heartbreaks, and knew exactly how he liked his whiskey.

it was kind of selfish of him, baekhyun always thought. how he loved you so much and wanted you to grow and live and experience things, but how he still couldn't let you go, because he needed you and craved for you like he never did with anyone else.

when you got into college, baekhyun promised himself that he would be the best husband - he would support you, but also give you enough space to live that part of your life. and he did, you know? from taking you to bed at 2am because you were still trying to finish that project, to getting up at 3am because you got drunk at a college party. he did his best, stayed beside you through it all, and was there to applaud you when you graduated, years after.

he wanted a baby with you. god only knows how many nights he went to sleep picturing both of you having a family together, living happily ever after. but gosh, he was doing fine in allowing you to live, how could he agree to having a baby when you just started the career you wanted so much?

"is it...", you tried to speak, but had to take a moment. "is it because my body will change?"

"what?"

"because, you know... i'm not a little girl anymore. my body has already changed so much from when we started dating, but if this is the problem, then..."

"y/n, please", baekhyun's soft voice stopped you. "it has nothing to do with you. believe me when i say that it's not about you."

"then it's about who? us? you don't love me anymore?"

baekhyun sighed, heart breaking just at the mere mention of those words.

"it hurts me that you could even consider that..."

"then tell me the reason!", you said, this time a bit louder, emotion getting the best of you and tears still filling your eyes. "because i've dedicated my whole life to you, and i truly want to keep doing that and making both of our dreams of becoming parents come true. so why won't you let me?"

"exactly because of that", he said, defeated. "because you already did way too much for me. you took care of me, you loved me, held me when i was sick, when i was sad... you did everything when you should be out, living your life while you're young, not here with me. and i'm so grateful for that, please don't ever get me wrong - i love you so, so much it hurts, and i wish i could give you the world in return for all you did. and i feel like i can finally give you at least half of it now, as you're finally working where you've always wanted and being happy. i can't ask you to put that aside now just because i wanna be a dad... i-i just can't."

when baekhyun finally took a deep breath, his tears also started to fall. he had told you before, about the guilt he carried all these years, and you knew it would never pass - no matter how much you tried to reassure him.

"you get so blind trying to protect me sometimes, that you forget to ask me what i want", you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

getting up from the couch, you walked over to where he was, sitting down on the floor in front of him. baekhyun tried his best not to look at you, as he knew he would lose everything the moment he did - all his composure, all the feelings he was still trying to hold back.

you knew your husband, so you just went as far as laying your head on his knee, eyes focused on his face even though he was probably counting how many books you two had on the shelf as a way to not burst into tears.

"i chose to live with you. i was young, yeah, but i knew what i was doing", you began. "and i've never, ever regretted that choice, not even once. because the love you have for me is exactly like the love i have for you, baek. we're what, 8 years into our relationship now? and i'll never get tired of reminding you that. i love you, i always will. i appreciate the way you try to take care of me, but even though i'm younger than you, i know what i'm doing. so if i say i can have a baby now, then it's because i truly do."

baekhyun closed his eyes for a second, and through his beautiful lashes, more tears fell.

"but what about..."

"don't worry about my job", it was your time to stop him. "i have everything figured out, and i know it's the perfect time for us to try. you were the one who taught me how to be organized and how to make plans. have some faith in me, love..."

"i do", he opened his eyes to look at yours. "i trust you with my life."

"then let's try. let's become parents, put a little baby into this world as a way to tell everyone how much we love each other."

like a baby himself, baekhyun pouted and, suddenly, he crumbled in front of you, crying and sobbing. you quickly got up, sitting on his lap and pulling him in for a hug.

"i love you", baekhyun whispered to you.

"i love you so much", you whispered back. "there's no one in this world i would rather make my dreams come true with."

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

I should hate you

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Warning: soft lesbians,

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Melissa never went home that night no, she couldn’t she wouldn’t not when you had been seated in the crowd watching her. Anna the daughter she never met beforehand right next to you smiling confused, did she know her mother was getting married or was it some old friend of her mums?.

She had ignored the signs long enough hoping they would go away but she knew deep in her heart that leaving you wasn’t right. That she really only dated Gary to try heal her self inflicted wounds because she wasn’t getting younger.

Seven years was a long time

Seven years of being haunted by your ghost, the question if you had the child and clearly you had she couldn’t be more proud of you. It took her a week before returning home, home? Nothing was home without you she found.

She packed Garys things leaving them on the front lawn for him to collect before she called Liam asking for your address. Hopefully it wasn’t too late to make amends.

When she pulled into your driveway there you sat on the front doorstep, book and cigarette in hand soaking in the spring weather. She refused to move slowly drunk off the view of you, it made her question why she ever left in the first place.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she took a deep breath working the courage to even face you. “Mama!” Anna screamed excitedly as she ran up the drive Liam not far behind, you looked up smiling brightly first you saw Melissa before you focused on your daughter.

Anna ran into your open arms happily after you put your cigarette out, this.. this moment right here Melissa could of had all along. Liam kissed your temple whispering something in your ear while taking Anna gently from you.

Melissa took this time to get out of the car meeting you in the middle of your front lawn, a sight to see in your pink floral embroidered dress. An angel she convinced herself “hey” you smiled gazing at the woman “hey” Melissa swallowed awkwardly.

“What brings you here?” Your eyes gentle as you rested a hand on her crossed arm “I hope it’s not too late” she whispered. “Too late for what Mel?” Too late for what? “An us” Melissa sighed quietly “I regretted too late and I know that, I regretted that day as soon as I got in my car but I was too proud to admit I was wrong”.

“Maybe it’s not too late” you shrugged “maybe it was just the time” Melissa looked up confused “you ever heard if you love them let them go?”. She never knew a voice to sound more soft, she would save that word to describe you soft you were, angelic.

“Well I let you go not long after you left, I held onto hope but I knew your return was scarce but if you love them let them go, if they return it was meant to be”

Meant to be

Meant to be was all Melissa caught “you should hate me?” She stated more so confused “I should hate you” there was an agreement in your eyes. “I should but I love you more, the life I lead I wouldn’t have without you, Anna… I have her because of you”

“Melissa I have loved you longer than I had you, longer than I have loved one before” you sighed gently “I wished you didn’t get married the first time, that you would’ve ran and grabbed my hand but it wasn’t the time. Then the same the second time how I wished you would leave and you did, honey you didn’t marry him”

“But I didn’t marry you either?”

“It wasn’t the time”

“Is now the time?”

Melissa had moved closer so close you could feel her warmth breath pan against your face, she had uncrossed her arms a hand coming to cup your jaw.

“You move quickly” you laughed against her lips ignoring the way Liam cheered with your daughter as Melissa pulled you closer.

Third time lucky

[martinys-world]

the girl (5)

so I have a question at the end so please read it and answer honestly

chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4)

After our tummies were full of love and food. I help with clean up after dinner. It was the least I can do. After all they had done for me. I thought it would be a nice thank you before I leave. 

“Hey mama. I am going to hang out with some friends. I will be out late.”

“Okay be safe.”

Oh, Brenna you don’t know. I thought sympathetically. 

With Noah leaving, it meant I need to hurry up. I don’t want to go straight after him, incase his mom would get suspicious or the wrong Idea. Noah is going to be a very anxious, and Reek going to try very hard to calm him down. he might make Noah do some breathing exercises to calm him down. just enough for him to do the job. 

“You really trust him, don’t you?”

“Yea. He has been so hard on himself for leaving the military. He been pushing so hard to get a job so he can help with bills. I am hoping this hangout will give him the break that he deserves?”

“I wish I had that growing up.”  I whispered.

“What do you mean?” dam it. looks like the cats out of the bag. 

“I had no one.”

“You should have someone.”

“Mother died at birth. Father was nowhere to be seen.”

“There is no family out there for you?”

“As far as I know. No one out there.”

“Well, you do have a person or people that care about you.”

“Like whom?” I am generally curious.

“Once my son stops being a chicken and asks you out.  he can get you a ring. You will become a part of our then family.”

I face palm. Looks like another mother trying to set her son up. I might want to go on one date. that is true, but not for the sake of his mother.  Either way I am nowhere in his League. 

“In all honesty, I am very grateful, that you want me to be part of your family. But there nothing going on between us.”

“I said the same thing to my husband. when I was your guy’s age, look where I am now. I have two beautiful boys and a lifetime of memories.”  

My face was heating. Yes, I want a happily ever after like any 6 or 7 years old. I was told I couldn’t.

“There nothing between us. I can promise you that, beside there are other girls out there for him. I am nowhere in that playing field.”

“Oh, you are so wrong. when Kris said he was going to find you after his appointment. Noah was asking left and right about what you guys are doing. I know he was trying to see what he could do, to sneak his way in.”

Again, as much as I want to believe her. I know there no ending with a happiness.  When I put away the last plate. I knew I had to leave even thought I don’t want to. I like Brenna atmosphere. 

“As much as I don’t want to. I got to bounce.”

When I put my green bag on my back. I open my purse. And pulled out another blue daisy necklace same one kris has gotten earlier that day.

“I wanted to give this to you before I leave. As a thank you for everything.”

“It beautiful. I will treasure it.”

I felt a hug at my waist. It was a little 11-year-old that we all know and love. 

“Please come back.”

“I will come back when, I can. 

“Will you marry my brother then.”

I snorted. Kris is way too cute. I swear this family just want me to apart of this family. 

“Maybe.”

I readjust my straps. Went out the door. waved one last time. heading to the stair well. Instead of going down. I went up to the roof. Easiest way to move around in the city. I put my hair up in a ponytail. I put my bag straps tight. So, it would give me the least air resistance.

“You will need strength to jump over the roofs in time.”

Turning around to look at the voice. It was the ape from my dream earlier.

“How are you here?”

“When I left my physical form, I follow the rest of my kind. I’ve been watching over them ever since.”

“You should be with your family and friends.”

“I been watching them for the last thousands of years. Optimus primal has done a magnificent job so far. He doesn’t need me as much as you do.”

“Why me?”

“There is more to you then meets the eye.”

“I am sliver. Nothing more and nothing less. There is nothing that I have that concerns you and you giant friends.

“You really don’t remember who you are?”

“What are you talking about? I am Sliver a kid on her own in this world.”

“You are her and so much more you just don’t know it yet.”

He put his hand on my shoulder.  This maximal was huge in my dream. His eyeball was bigger than me. Now this “Apeling” was 3 inches taller than me. 

“Somewhere inside. you know my name. you know that I was living being at one point. You know I am telling the truth.”

I hate it, but he was completely right. I want to argue and say I am not, but Noah was out there somewhere with reek. I made a promise to Kris, and I attend on keep my promises. Noah has the golden heart and reek is trying to use to his advantage.   Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. Would not work with the law. So many questions were in my head. how can I see you; you are supposed to be dead. why do you keep popping up. my main one was  

“How can I trust you?”

taking his hand off my shoulder and holding it out in front of me. like he is giving me a choice.

“You don’t”

I stared at his hand. I was running out of time. Noah is probably in the building right now. I slowly put my hand above his.  I was shaking at the thought of trusting someone else. I only trust one person in my life. How can I trust someone that I meant not even 5 minutes.  My heart was saying trust him, but my brain was thinking so many ways to not trust him to.  I could ask a question that will help me. which on though. then it hit me. 

“Is your name Apeling.”

“Yes.”

My heart winning this round.  With No fear I slap my hand in his. He turned in to dust, and the dust wrap around me. my arms, my legs, my waist. When the dust settled on my body. I felt stronger. The bags don’t feel as heavy as before. 

“Are you ready?”  

Looking to the roofs that I need to hop over. I felt a burst of energy.

“I am ready.”

I just ran. I was moving like a monkey or should I say ape.

[noddlesock]

Hey Jimmy

A short summary of Jimmy Pesto Sr and his life with his lover.

Jimmy Pesto pov

She was my sun and she was my moon.

She was my night and day.

She was my everything.

But most importantly, she was mine.

But people change. Some for better while some for worse. Unfortunately, me and her changed for the worse. We both opened the restaurant because it was our dream. 

No.

It was my dream. She just played along with it. 

But she didn’t hate it at first. In fact she loved it. She basically decorated the whole place. And sooner or later she found out she was pregnant. Which lead to us getting married and having our first kid.

God were do I even start with that kid. He was my first born, my first son. The kid who made me a father. How could I ever hate him. I wish I would have savored those moments with him when he was young and innocent. Because now he wants nothing to do with me. But that’s a story for another time.

Of course she wanted more kids. Which I wasn’t opposed to, I for one wanted at least one more as well. 

So we tried.

And tried.

And tried again.

But every time we tried, it would always lead to a negative test. 

Jimmy Jr was getting to be four. And we we’re slowly giving up on having another kid. We’ve been to countless doctors appointments and nothing was wrong. And it didn’t help that every time she would look across the street she would see the  Belchers happy with 3 kids. It pained her that that couldn’t be her reality.

Until one day. August 27th. I remember it vividly.

She took a test expecting it to be negative. But sure enough two dark blue lines appeared. 

The pregnancy went wonderful. Of course there were a few surprises along the way. Like that we’re having twin boys. Talk about a miracle.

And about 8 months later the two of them were born and we were a happy family of 5. 

Until the twins hit the age of 4 and Jimmy Jr hit 8.

We started to argue. Which yes everyone argues, but this was consistent. 

Of course as the saying goes, “if you can’t handle the heat then get out of the kitchen.”

And she did.

For good.

She wanted a life outside of being a stay at home mom and running a business. The restaurant became her nightmare. And I couldn’t give her the reality she wanted. I was so tied up into the restaurant I gave up on us. 

The divorce was slightly mutual. 

I thought she was being dramatic but it was unfortunately needed. 

She took the house while I look the restaurant. Luckily we both got custody over kids.

And that’s it.

That’s the end.

The end of us.

The end of two kids who fell in love.

The end of two people who others thought were going to live happily ever after.

Then end of everything.

But I do still think of her.

Believe me, I do all the time.

Any time a Beatles song comes on, anytime there’s a new art festival, 

anytime I walk into the restaurant.

I miss her.

I miss what we were.

We could have been so much.

But we both threw us away forever….

[ashoppingtrolleyintheliffey]

Lavender.

pairing: Gerald Howard/Gary the vending machine guy. with a side of Barbara/Melissa.

rating: General

cw: there's some hints of lgbtphobia. nothing explicit though.

Summary: There are three things you need to know about Gerald Howard: 1 He is happily married. 2 He loves and admires his wife Barbara. And 3, he is, without a doubt, very gay.

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There are three things you need to know about Gerald Howard: 1 He is happily married. 2 He loves and admires his wife Barbara. And  3, he is, without a doubt, very gay.

Now, this would be a shock to his family, and to most of the members of the church they go to every week. It certainly isn’t a shock to his wife. When they met - a date arranged by their mothers - it took about one second for them to know exactly why it wouldn’t work out between them. And yet, they found themselves becoming friends. Barbara was studying to become a teacher, he was already working. And there were their families. They wouldn’t accept, at least Gerald knew for sure his family wouldn’t. And staying forever single was sure to bring about many unwanted conversations and whispers. It seemed logical back then. It seemed like the right thing to do. And if Gerald was honest he was very happy. They had a family and that was more than he had ever thought he would get. So he was thankful. 

Their other needs were met outside of their marriage. Away from their house. Barbara never asked about whoever he went out with; he never asked her when she would be brave enough to talk about her feelings for Melissa. And they were fine as long as their girls were in the first place. And they were. 

Gerald had to be honest though, he didn’t know why Barbara would put herself through going to dinner with Melissa and her boyfriend. But he found himself agreeing to it. At least he knew the food was going to be amazing. He expected Gary, the vending machine guy, to be better than Joe. He truly did. Even if he thought Barbara was the right person to Melissa anyway. He did not expect Gary to be like that. 

And by that he meant definitely not straight. 

-

The first clue he had was right when they arrived at Melissa’s. They shook hands, him and Gary, and when he looked at the man’s eyes there was something there. It was like it took Gary a second to figure him out completely. Gerald felt threatened. Even though he knew, rationally, that Melissa wouldn’t care. He knew she would understand. He knew they weren’t wrong for how they chose to live their lives, him and Barbara. So after a quick go to the restroom, Gerald felt like he was ready to go through the dinner, and actually meet the vending machine guy. 

The second happened after dinner. Gerald had, as always, offered to clean the dishes. Gary had agreed to help, automatically, which gave Gerald some pause. Joe used to help before, but it was clear he wasn’t happy to do it. Gary whoever had agreed not a second after Gerald said it, and was already on his feet going to the kitchen. But this reaction was not what tipped Gerald to the fact that Gary was not straight. They were doing the dishes, and Gary was standing very close to him. And his arm was touching Gerald’s and he never mentioned it. And he certainly did not move away. Gary just kept chatting. Asking about Gerald’s work, talking a bit about his own work in return. They even exchanged numbers. By the time they were leaving Gerald was puzzled, but sure that Gary was way better than Joe in every aspect he could think of. Maybe he was being paranoid. And so he decided to give the guy a chance. 

After the first dinner, Gary started texting him. Nothing too annoying, at first he was asking if Gerald wanted to grab a beer with him. And Barbara had some sort of women’s camp from church and honestly, it was his alone time and he wasn’t really interested in hooking up with some random man. So he said yes. 

-

Talking to Gary was surprisingly easy. It turns out Gerald and Gary had a lot in common. They both like fishing, and watching baseball. They both secretly enjoy watching romantic comedies. Gerald tells Gary all about the books he likes to read, and even though Gary doesn’t know any of them, he listens. Actually entertained to hear about them. 

Gerald learns Gary grew up in a catholic household, even though he does not go to church. And even though he’s not really in touch with his family. Gerald learns this is a somewhat difficult topic, and he learns that from the way Gary’s voice breaks a little while telling him about it. It seems to happen a lot when Gary talks about his younger years. Gerald wishes then that he could talk about his own church and his family. He doesn’t. There’s a part of him that believes Melissa knows, that thinks maybe Barbara is only hiding from him. It doesn't matter, he's not about to actually say anything. 

But he finds himself wanting to tell Barbara about. It feels wrong, to nurture this friendship somehow. 

Gerald knows it’s wrong, he’s not stupid. He sees that Gary likes Melissa. He sees that she’s happy with him, and yet, he finds himself unable to put distance between them. Gerald knows he should. He had been well behaved for the last 30 years of his life. He knew there was no way he could fall in love, so whenever he did, he went the other way. His first thoughts were always about his family, his kids. He would never make Barbara go through a divorce. He knew what people in church would say; especially if the divorced ended with him openly dating a man. He had made a promise. And he didn’t want to break it. And yet he found himself texting Gary, and still agreeing to go fish with him on the weekend. Gerald knew he had to tell Barbara, but he knew that meant actually stopping hanging out with Gary. And so, he decided that he deserved at least one last weekend fishing.

-

There are many things Gerald expects from the fishing trip. He expects silence (a lot of it). Some talk about life, in general (mostly done by Gary since Gerald can’t actually open up to the man, and he’s afraid he won’t stop talking once he starts, so he doesn’t). He expects the smell of fish, and the worms trying to flee from the box they’re on. What he doesn’t expect is Gary breaking up sacred silence to say:

“How is it that my girlfriend is in love with your wife?”

Gerald coffs, surprise can’t even begin to explain how he feels. But he looks at Gary and realizes the question is asked the way Gary usually asks questions, no judgements. And even if Gerald's first reaction is to deny and lie, he finds himself unable to do it. 

“Me and Barbara… We love each other.” Gerald says, his voice failing. “Just not in a romantic way.” His heart is beating so fast he’s surprised Gary can’t hear it. 

“Oh, she knows you’re gay!?” Is what Gary says and Gerald looks at him bewildered. Gary looks relieved. 

“WHAT?” 

“You thought I didn’t know? I’m not the smartest, Gerald, but I’m not dumb.” Gary says, and Gerald laughs. He doesn’t really know exactly why he’s laughing. But he can’t seem to stop and Gary follows along. They stay like this for a full minute, both men laughing and probably scaring the fish around them with the movement and noise they were making. When Gerald finally managed to stop and breath he felt much lighter than before. 

“I’m sorry, Gary, I don’t know what to say. What they have… I don’t really understand to be honest.” Gerald looked at Gary with a sad smile. “I think Barb still has a hard time accepting parts of herself, you know?” 

“And Melissa doesn’t know, does she?” Gary asks. “About me and Barbara? How our marriage is… different?” Gerald confirms, Gary nods. “I don’t think she does. I think if she did they would be together already.” Gerald confesses. “I mean no offense to you. You’re good to her.” He adds, on second thought. Knowing that even if Gary knew before, even if he was probably flirting a little with Gerald before, it could mean nothing. 

“Oh no offense taken. Actually, I think Melissa and I, we’re better as friends…” Gary explained.

Fishing doesn’t happen that day. What does happen is Gary and Gerald talking to each other, with no lies between them. 

-

Melissa Schemmenti has been working at Abbott for 15 years, 7 months, 22 days, 2 hours and 13 minutes.

Barbara Howard has been in love with Melissa Schemmenti for 15 years, 7 months, 22 days, 2 hours and 7 minutes. 

The first thing she saw was the hair. It was bright orange, and long. Melissa was wearing a leather jacket. Her entire outfit was black. And she wore combat boots. When Melissa’s eyes stopped on Barbara’s she smiled. To Barbara it felt like they had known each other their entire lives. She knew she shouldn’t even approach the woman, and yet she found herself unable to resist it. They had become fast friends. Settling into routine with ease. 

But Barbara had never let herself speak her truth to Melissa. By the time they met Barbara was already married, she was ready to have kids. How was she to explain it? 

And Melissa was subtle to others, but not with Barbara. Before Joe, Melissa had told her about women she had been with. About loving women too.

Barbara wondered many times why she couldn't also love men. If she loved Gerald the way she loved Melissa it would be easier to accept it. If that was the case, then maybe she wouldn’t be so ashamed of herself. Maybe she would be able to admit out loud she too loved women. 

-

Gerald is not shocked when he gets home and sees Melissa’s car in the driveway. He knows that he’ll enter the house and he’ll find them drinking wine (good wine, bought by Melissa), and Melissa will kiss Gary and they’ll leave. And then, Barbara will ask how the fishing went.

Gerald knows he will have to talk about it. There’s no way he’s not gonna let her know Gary knows about them, he respects her too much not to. He knows Barbara will be mad with him. 

They never fought about their relationship. They had set out the rules pretty early on. They had responsibilities, and they could rely on each other. But Gerald knew they would have a big fight tonight. 

So he did everything exactly how he was supposed to. He smiled at Melissa, he set his fishing gear in the right place in the garage, he heated the food Barbara left for him, he thanked her for the food. He showered. He put on his pajamas. And he sat on the bed waiting for Barbara. 

He did it calmly. He knew that it would possibly change everything. He breathed deeply. 

-

“Are you certain you want to say whatever it is you want to say?” Barbara had taken her time getting ready for bed. She sat on the bed, by Gerald’s side, she took his hand on hers.

“Yes, I am.” Gerald says, and he knows it’s going to be painful for her. But he also knows she needs it in order for them to work out what to do. 

“I knew you liked him. I noticed the way you washed the dishes so close, the kitchen isn’t that small.” Barbara said, and it was supposed to hurt him in some way, but he knew that would happen already. Gerald was expecting it. He knew how to hurt back.  

“You know she feels the same about you, right?” He knows it's low. They never talked about it, about Barbara and Melissa. Gerald had never asked. Gerald had grown used to the sight of them in his house. He had grown used to Melissa, even if they weren’t close.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” it’s defensive, her voice is cutting, but low. 

“It’s been 20 years, Barbs. I think it’s time you admit it.” Is what he says. That he meant that he needs it so they can move on is implied. She gets very quiet. And still. Gerald looks at his wife, and he can see that she’s lost in her thoughts. He knows there’s a fight going on inside her mind. He knows it’s not easy for her. In that moment he loves her even more.

Nothing happens for minutes. They stay still. Barbara with her thoughts. Gerald is still looking at her, waiting patiently. 

“I love her. I’ve been in love with her since I first saw her.” it’s a whisper, and if he wasn’t so focused on Barbara he might’ve missed. He might’ve missed the way tears fill her eyes. He doesn’t. Gerald pulls Barbara into an embrace. He whispers to her that she’s fine, that she’s not bad or wrong to feel that way. That none of them are bad people for loving who they love. By the time Barbara calms down, Gerald only pulls her to lie down in bed. They fall asleep still cuddled to each other. 

- 

It’s Sunday but Barbara does not put on her church clothes. She makes breakfast, slowly. She’s taking her time. By the time Gerald wakes up and goes to the kitchen, breakfast is ready. But Barbara eats very little. She feels like she might be sick at any moment. Anxiety is threatening to take over and Barbara is not really used to that. 

Gerald is by her side in a moment. Arms around her. 

“I know, it takes time. Let's talk through. I need to know what you want to do.” He says gently. 

They decide on divorce. They know they will need to tell their kids about it, and they decide they’ll tell them the truth. Barbara just needs some time to adapt to it. 

They are still talking when Barbara gets a message from Melissa asking to have dinner with her because she “made way too much food”. Barbara doesn’t know what to think. She wonders if Gary has told Melissa about Gerald. About her. She agrees to it, of course she does. It’s not like Barbara had ever said no to her. And she wasn’t about to start doing it. 

Gerald helps her pick up clothes. He keeps with her throughout this. They talk about it. He gives her advice. She tells him little facts about Melissa. Things she stored in her head and never said out loud to another person. 

Gerald tells her to text or call if she needs anything. Barbara tells him to stop parenting her, she’s not a teenager. But she smiles in the way that tells him she’s thankful for him. He smiles in the way that tells her to “go get your girl”. 

-

Barbara turns off the car. She breathes deeply and slowly for a few seconds. She’s got this. Melissa is, before all, her friend. She’s someone Barbara has known for decades. There’s no reason for Barbara to feel anxious. Melissa is opening the door before she can press the doorbell. It makes Barbara smile. Before she knows, they are settling into their routine. Barbara takes off her shoes and coat. Picks up the wine glass she knows it’s on the kitchen counter for her. It turns out Melissa wasn’t lying when she said she cooked way too much food. There was a lot of it, and that automatically rings an alarm on Barbara’s mind. Because the last time she saw Melissa cook like this, non-stop like a compulsion, was when Joe left. When she made him leave. Barbara stays by Melissa’s side. 

“Is everything ok, darling?” Barbara’s voice seems to make Melissa stop. 

“Gary broke up with me.” Melissa says. It’s matter-of-fact. She’s staring right at Barbara. There’s no sadness in her eyes, or her voice. It’s almost like a dare. They stay like this for a moment. Just looking at each other. Melissa’s unsaid words. 

“I’m getting divorced.” Barbara’s voice seems very far from herself. She can barely recall saying the words. It happens very fast, she says it and Melissa’s arms are around her, pulling her into a hug Barbara leans into without a doubt. When Melissa pulls back a little their eyes meet again. Barbara wonders if Melissa will pull her into a kiss. Barbara pulls back a little. She’s not trying to reject Melissa’s advance. But the possibility of it scares her for a few seconds. Melissa pulls back too, expression betraying her confused thoughts. Barbara pulls her close. Her lips touch Melissa’s cheek.

“I need us to go slow, I’m sorry.” Barbara whispers. 

“Hey” Melissa pulls back again. Gently pushing Barbara’s chin so she’ll look at her. There’s understanding in Melissa’s eyes. 

“We have all the time in the world.” Melissa says with a smile. 

-

Gerald is sitting on his couch. Wearing underwear and a shirt. A plate of mac’n’cheese is waiting to be cleaned in the kitchen. He’s changing TV channels, looking for anything that seems remotely interesting. It has been half an hour since Barbara texted him to tell everything was alright, and that he didn’t need to worry. Or wait for her. 

It’s late at night. And for more than they had talked, neither he or Gary had talked about their feelings. He considers calling, but decides it would be rude. Maybe he understands Barb’s anxiety. Because he feels it in his bones. 

Then the doorbell rings. 

Gerald looks through the window first. What he sees is Gary, wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt. He seems anxious outside the house. Pacing in front of the door. Gerald runs to open the door. 

When he does he can feel Gary’s eyes on his body. 

“Come in.” Gerald says. “I’m sorry for the lack of clothing.” Gerald laughs, a bit embarrassed. 

“I’m not. Melissa texted. Apparently they're good.” Gary says, 

“They are. I’m getting divorced.” Gerald says. And it’s enough for Gary to put him, gently, across the wall. But it’s Gerald that holds Gary’s t-shirt in his hands and pulls him into a passionate kiss. 

They’re good too. 

[2day4u-2morrow4me]

MASTERLIST

What’s up guys here is a Masterlist of all my fanfiction stuffs if you want to read Soukuko garbage. I did every single day of whumptober for fanfiction so there are quite a few fics. 

My Ongoing Fics

Five Minutes

This is my bastard child. 

Summary:  Kouyou died three years ago leaving Chuuya as a single parent of Kyoka, Ryunosuke, and Gin. He is trying very hard to fill her shoes but it's a struggle and it is really taking a toll on him. He stops one day to talk to a homeless man on his way to work who he has a weird relationship with. Little did he know, this chat would lead to much more.

Note: It is now complete with 31 chapters to it. 

Tumblr Asks (I am always open for more!)

Don't Want To See You Hurt

Ask:  Do u think u could make chuuya Autistic and make him have a meltdown..? U can make it any storyline u want it doesn’t matter

Summary:  Chuuya and Dazai have a mission. Chuuya is autistic and has a meltdown.

Safe

Ask:  can u make a touch-starved or clingy chuuya soukoku but chuuya refuses to belive that hes clingy

Summary: Dazai doing a study on Chuuya's relationship with physical affection

Note: this is one of my longer one shots, oops

Akutagawa Centric

Akutagawa’s New Mentor

First ever fic I posted because I like the thought of Chuuya trying to take over after Dazai left

Summary:  Akutagawa is a mess and Chuuya tries to fill in the roll as his mentor. Akutagawa is stubborn but so is Chuuya.

Traitor

Just thoughts about if Akutagawa became part of the Detective Agency

Summary: Akutagawa joined the Detective Agency for a little bit(through the power of AU's) but then one day disappears after a mission. The ADA receives an email confirming that Akutagawa deserted them and was giving secret information to the enemy. But nothing is as it seems.

Ice Skating

I like it when we get cute Shin Soukuko fluff!!

Summary:  This is literally just a drabble of Atsushi and Akutagawa ice skating. I love torture as much as I love fluff so ta da

Battle Aftermath

Hurt and comfort my beloved

Summary:  Akutagawa and Atsushi are in a big battle of some variety. The have to stop at an Agency safe and stay there until they can get picked up but both are severely injured. Akutagawa doesn't bother to tell Atsushi about the bullet wounds because he assumes he can handle it.

Chuuya and His Two Idiots

I know what the name implies but it is Akutagawa centric. I wasn’t sure if I should put this under Akutagawa or Soukuko but I picked Akutagawa.

Summary: Chuuya walks in on Dazai training(torturing) Akutagawa and decides things need to change.

Chuuya/Soukuko

Still the Same Person

I had to write a second chapter because I depressed myself with the ending

Summary: After Dazai left Chuuya broke down. Dazai finds out later just how bad of a state Chuuya is in. Chuuya is anorexic. I hope I portrayed this right I'm sorry if I didn't

Home

I just had a thought that Chuuya had a shitty apartment and this fic was born

Summary:  After their reunion, Dazai and Chuuya have a mission. Dazai learns just how bad things have been for Chuuya since he left and trys to change to please Chuuya.

Will I Get a Happily Ever After

Bedtime stories and cuddling are my week spot guys

Summary:  Chuuya has been having nightmares and Dazai helps him out.

The Mission Went Wrong

Mafia Soukuko is so much fun to write.

Summary:  Dazai and Chuuya are in the Port Mafia running the mission when everything goes wrong. The Demon Prodigy can't formulate a plan and Chuuya gets hurt. Then Dazai FEELS THINGS and freaks out

3 Times Dazai "Tried" to Tell the Agency and the One Time he Did (Or just my attempt at a relationship reveal)

I like relationship reveals guys and I want to post more in the future

Summary: Dazai and Chuuya were married right after Dazai left the Agency. There were three clear times they should have realized he was married an one time they actually found out.im a huge sucker for relationship reveals just check my search history

Gotta Make Sure You Don't Glitch Again

This was my first(and hopefully not last) ask fic. Medical whump/trauma my beloved

Summary:  Dazai and Chuuya go out on a mission and Chuuya get's his arm broken. Dazai wants to set it and go the fuck home but Chuuya freaks out and Dazai doesn't know why

Lobster

I was so tired when I wrote this and didn’t proof read so....

Summary: Idk just pure fluff guys. Dazai watches Chuuya go through his evening routine and they spend a nice night together before Chuuya asks a strange question

Stress Cleaning

Me projecting on Chuuya part one. I need to stay busy when I am anxious

Summary: Chuuya had a bad day and comes home and cleans the whole apartment. Dazai comes in to ask Chuuya why he is vacuuming the furniture.

or Chuuya has anxiety

Party at the Agency

Me projecting on Chuuya part 2.

Summary: Dazai comes to Chuuya about attending a party at the Agency where all the Agency members brings their significant other. Chuuya freaks out because he doesn't like being open and vulnerable with people

Whumptober

There are way too many I’m just going to put the links. It’s all Chuuya Hurt/Comfort. Ignore the fact that half way through I got spart and started putting the days that were in one story on the same fic(if that makes sense)

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN (Pt 2 Day 6)

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE(Read Day 2 first)

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING (Pt 2 Day 10, Pt 3 Day 17)

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS(Read Day 8 first)

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

No. 13 REPLACED TOUCH STARVED

No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN/ No. 16 NO WAY OUT/No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND

No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT(Read Day 8 and Day 10 first)

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

No. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

No. 23 AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

No. 24 FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

No. 25 SILENCE IS GOLDEN

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

No. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME…/No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED

[danicalithegirl]

Snapshots (One Shot #14)

We had returned from the tour now, and only the band knew we’d eloped. We had not told my parents or Wayne. We were having all 3 of them over for dinner to tell them. The morning of, Eddie was in the bathroom playing around with my camera. Snapping pictures in the mirror in his pj's with his messy hair. I could hear the old flash, clicking, and I groggily wandered in. I asked, “what on earth are you doing Munson? It's like 8am sweetie. Also I kinda need to get ready for work.” He laughed, “Just immortalizing the moment. Yknow. Us married, none of our family knows. Kinda perfect, intimate, yknow.” I said, “Okay.” and joined in the photo with him. Later on that night, after work, everyone came over. My parents, Wayne. 

Dinner was quiet. Too quiet.

The clinking of forks against plates and the soft murmur of conversation filled the room, but I could feel Eddie’s tension radiating next to me. His hand was resting in mine under the table, his grip tightening slightly with each passing second. I glanced over at him. His jaw was clenched, eyes darting from my parents to Wayne. He was trying to play it cool, but anyone who knew him could tell he was nervous.

Wayne, sitting across from us, noticed too. He gave Eddie a reassuring nod, as if to say, “You’ve got this, kid.” My mom was happily chatting about her garden, but my dad… my dad kept shooting Eddie these sideways looks, his fork hovering just above his plate.

"So," Wayne finally spoke up, cutting through the quiet tension, "how’d the tour go, Eddie? Heard the shows were packed."

Eddie perked up, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah, uh, it was great. Sold out a few venues we didn’t expect. Chicago was crazy, and the new songs went over really well.”

I gave his hand a squeeze under the table, trying to steady him as my dad cut in, “And why exactly does she have to go with you? She’s got a good job here, doesn’t need to be trailing around the country like some... roadie.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, sharp and uncomfortable. I could feel Eddie stiffen next to me, but I spoke up before he could.

“Dad, I’ve been promoted. I can work remotely now, and the tour wasn't that long. I’m managing just fine now, being the manager and all. Besides, it’s not like I’m gone all the time.”

My dad grumbled something under his breath, clearly unconvinced, while my mom reached over and touched his arm lightly, trying to ease the tension.

Wayne leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but firm. “You know, Mike,” he began, “Eddie’s been doin’ alright for himself. More than alright, actually. He’s not just out there living the rockstar life. He’s making sure she’s taken care of.

My dad’s eyebrows shot up at that, but before he could respond, Wayne pressed on, his tone soft but pointed. He leaned forward, eyes locking with my dad. “Mike, I gotta ask... what exactly is it you think’s so wrong with my boy that you’d believe she’s better off without him? No offense meant, but I’m serious here. Eddie might not wear a suit or sit behind some fancy desk, but he’s a damn good man. And you know what? I’ve watched that kid pull himself up from nothin’. He didn’t get any handouts, didn’t get things handed to him on a silver platter. Everything he’s got, he’s earned with his own two hands. You know what that means?”

He paused, letting the question hang in the air.

“He's worked harder than anyone I know to get where he is. You talk about stability, but let me tell you something—there ain’t nothing more stable than a man who’s built something for himself from the ground up. He didn’t just get lucky with this band. He’s been at this for years, sacrificing more than you’d ever realize. Hell, half the time he’s more worried about makin’ sure she’s taken care of than himself.”

Wayne’s voice softened as he glanced at Eddie, then back to Mike. “You know how many times he’s stayed up all night after a show, calling to make sure she’s okay? Or the times he’s canceled things just to be there when she needed him? Hell, he even helped her with student loan you guys insisted on NOT helping her with. That’s what real love and real commitment look like. He ain’t draggin’ her around like some groupie. She’s his partner. His equal. And they’ve both got each other’s backs.”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, but his gaze never left Mike. “And look, I know you’re worried about her. You’re her dad, and that’s your job. But don’t you dare think for a second that Eddie doesn’t feel the same way. He’d walk through hell and back for that girl. And if that ain’t good enough for you, I don’t know what is. 'Cause there ain’t many people out there who’d fight for someone the way my boy fights for her. That’s worth more than any steady paycheck or retirement plan.”

There was a brief silence. The air felt thick as my dad straightened in his chair, his fork abandoned beside his plate. He rubbed a hand over his face before finally answering.

“Look, Wayne, it’s not like I don’t like Eddie. But he’s... well, this rockstar thing. It’s unstable, you know? It’s not like a real career where you’ve got a steady paycheck, health insurance, a retirement plan. What if the band fizzles out? What then? He’s dragging her around from city to city, when she’s got something solid right here.”

I felt Eddie tense up again, his hand almost trembling in mine. My heart sank. I knew my dad didn’t understand Eddie’s world, but hearing it out loud, like this, made it worse.

Wayne crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. “You think Eddie’s draggin’ her around? Like she ain’t got a say in what she does?” he said, his voice a low rumble. “She’s made her own choices, Mike. Just like my boy’s bustin’ his ass out there, building something good. He’s been takin’ care of her in more ways than you know.”

“Wayne’s right, Dad,” I said, my voice a bit sharper than I intended. “I chose to be with him, on the road or off. It’s my decision, and I wouldn’t be out there if I didn’t want to be.”

My dad’s face softened a little, but I could see the doubt still lingering in his eyes. He shook his head slightly, letting out a long breath. “I just... I want to make sure you’re taken care of. That’s all I’m saying. And at least... at least you haven’t gone and married him yet.”

The room went still. Eddie and I exchanged a look, the same nervous glance we’d shared that morning. I could feel my pulse quicken, my fingers tightening around his. This was it. My mom, ever perceptive, caught on immediately, her eyes flicking between us.

“Do you two have something you need to tell us?” she asked softly, her voice gentle but knowing.

I took a deep breath, feeling Eddie’s hand steady in mine now. “Actually… yeah. We, um…", I said. "We eloped”, he finished.

The shock was instant. My mom gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise, while my dad’s expression hardened again, disbelief flooding his features.

Wayne let out a booming laugh, clapping Eddie on the shoulder. “Well, I’ll be damned! Took ya long enough. Knew you’d do right by her, kid!”

Eddie smiled, some of the tension draining from his shoulders, but I could still feel him waiting—waiting for my dad’s reaction.

My dad’s voice cut through the room, low and strained. His face plastered with red anger. “You… you just up and got married? Without telling us?”

“We didn’t want a big thing, Dad,” I explained, trying to keep my voice calm. “It was right for us. Simple. Intimate.”

He exhaled heavily, staring down at his plate for a moment before looking back at Eddie. “I just... I want to know you’ll take care of her. That’s all I ask.”

Eddie met his gaze head-on, his voice steady and sincere. “Sir, I love her more than anything. And I promise you, she’s my everything. I’ll always take care of her.”

For a long moment, my dad just stared at him. And then, finally, he nodded. “Alright. Just… don’t make a habit of keeping things from us, okay son?”

Eddie let out a breath, and I felt the weight lift from my chest. The room softened again as my mom smiled and came over to hug me, and Wayne raised his beer, grinning from ear to ear.

Wayne stood up, raising his can with a steady hand, his face breaking into a warm smile as he glanced around the table. His eyes settled on Eddie and me, softening with a mix of pride and emotion. “To the newlyweds!” he said proudly, his voice carrying the kind of weight that comes from a lifetime of watching someone grow into the person they were meant to be. The tension melted instantly, laughter bubbling up from around the table, but Wayne wasn’t done. He had more to say, more he needed to say.

He cleared his throat, his voice growing a little more tender, his eyes now fixed squarely on Eddie. “You know, I’ve been lucky enough to watch this kid—well, this man now—grow up from a scrawny little thing into someone I am damn proud to call my nephew.” He chuckled, a little soft laughter escaping him as he shook his head. “He was always a dreamer, always had his head in the clouds, talkin’ about music and this world he wanted to create. And I’ll be honest with you, there were times I worried. I worried he’d end up like his dad, too, after those run-ins with Hopper. I worried he’d get lost in those dreams, or that other life, that life might just be too hard for someone like him—someone with a heart that big, and a soul that kind.”

Wayne looked down for a second, as if lost in his own memories. “But you know what? He proved me wrong. He didn’t get lost. He found his way. And he’s done it without ever losin’ who he is. That’s not easy. This world can grind people down, make them hard, make them give up on who they were. But not Eddie. Not my boy. He’s stayed true to himself every step of the way.”

His voice trembled slightly, just enough for everyone to notice, but it was filled with pride. “He’s worked harder than anyone knows, sacrificed more than people see. And he’s made it. He’s living his dream, but it’s not just about the music or the fame. No, it’s about this right here.” Wayne gestured to the two of us, sitting close together, holding hands under the table. “It’s about finding someone who sees him for who he really is, someone who believes in him as much as he believes in her.”

Wayne’s gaze turned to me, his smile widening. “And you, darlin’, well... I don’t think Eddie’s ever smiled as much as he does now. You bring out the best in him, and believe me, that’s no small thing. You’re patient with him when he’s stubborn, and you see the good in him even when he doubts himself. That’s a kind of love you don’t find just anywhere.”

He raised his beer a little higher, his voice deepening with sincerity. “To the two of you, who have shown all of us what love really looks like—unwavering, unconditional, and downright beautiful. I know you’ve faced your share of challenges, and you’re gonna face more. But together, I have no doubt you’ll get through ‘em all, stronger each time. Because you don’t just love each other; you lift each other up. You’ve built something real, something lasting. And for that, I couldn’t be more proud.”

Wayne looked around the table, meeting the eyes of my parents, lingering just a little longer on Mike. “I know there might’ve been some doubts here and there,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “But let me tell you all something—this is the real deal. This ain’t no fleeting thing. These two, they’ve got what it takes. And I, for one, couldn’t be happier to see them start this next chapter of their lives together.”

Finally, Wayne’s voice softened, and he nodded toward Eddie, his eyes glistening just a bit. “So here’s to my boy, who’s made me prouder than I ever thought possible. And here’s to the woman who’s made him happier than I’ve ever seen him. To the newlyweds—may your life together be long, filled with love, laughter, and a hell of a lot of good music.”

[femininomen0n]

oh i’d love to hear your thoughts on season 3! idm you going off topic from my the point of my ask haha it’s always nice to have discussions with people ^^

- 🌟 (so you can identify me jdhdjsj)

(and YES! i know!!! it’s so irritating to see people act like not living a luxurious life = bad ending or the end of the world. like… that’s so– there’s smth so “ew” about that sort of thinking. why can’t one of the leads forgo her comfy aristocratic lifestyle to become a working woman? i feel like they’d be that couple that runs the print shop together and focus on printing radical papers ugh! the perfect story for their characters)

okay, first allow me to apologize for how long it’s taken me to answer this! i won’t bore you with the details, but it’s been one thing after another (heat exhaustion, family stuff, went away with my friend for a few days, etc) so i’ve only just had the time to think about your ask.

anyway, i have mixed feelings about this season. there were things i loved— cressida and eloise, fran, john, and michaela, the featherington family— but so much of it was… lackluster. i’m going to dump my thoughts below; i’ll try (and fail) to keep each point brief!

i’ll start with the low-hanging fruit: the makeup and costumes were all over the place- most of the outfits looked cheap, ugly or both, and don’t even get me started on the acrylic nails. i miss eloise's spencer jackets (save us, sophie canale, save us!)

daphne’s not my favorite character, but i was surprised by how much i felt her absence this season. the show shines brightest when it focuses on the families, but without her everything felt a bit… emptier.

they massively underutilized benedict this season, which was a bummer, since luke t is a true talent. at least the finale (seemingly) set him up to lead s4!

re: benedict, i kept waiting for him to interact more with eloise, but it never came! she was clearly struggling this season (quieter, less rebellious, rejecting her previous interests) and i find it hard to believe that benedict wouldn’t pick up on that at all. instead the show chose to push the colin and eloise relationship, which i wasn’t a fan of. there was nothing inherently wrong with it, but it paled in comparison to ben and eloise and felt a little out of nowhere for me.

i liked polin’s dynamic in s1 and s2. though i preferred (and continue to prefer) other characters/couples, i was looking forward to their story. unfortunately, it fell flat for me. they were sold as a friends-to-lovers story, but i found that angle hard to believe. colin’s whole fake-charming persona was uncomfortable to watch- it may have been that way on purpose, but it just didn't land with me.

so much of the cast- part 2 eloise in particular- behaved incredibly OOC for the sake of the happily-ever-after. rushed, unearned happily-ever-afters aren't a new problem for this show, but it was especially apparent this season because penelope's actions as whistledown were by far the most impactful on both the main cast and the wider ton.

i also hated that the show framed penelope’s inability to let go of the column as a feminist choice. while penelope’s business acumen is impressive, whistledown is ultimately a gossip rag that wields the ton’s baked-in misogyny as a weapon. many of the women (and men) that penelope targeted did nothing to harm her. i wasn't crazy about it on a symbolic level either. whistledown was penelope's outlet when her personal life got to be too much; a real "hurt people hurt people" situation. i didn't find her choice to continue with whistledown (instead of turning over a new leaf by, say, writing novels) empowering, i found it sad. she's married to the love of her life, she’s a mother, she's mended her relationships with her family, and she's still attached to the gossip column that she has used to ruin lives and reputations. it's not a good ending for anyone.

and that’s about it! thanks for letting me chatter :)

[anmolpannu]

Blog 3 Alladin vs Alladin

After looking at both the movie and reading the original folktale I already started seeing the differences at the beginning. In the original Folktale Aladdin was a young boy who had lost his father he came from a lower class family and after his fathers passing he only had his mother left. He was lazy and dint want to work then he got tricked by this magician who was pretending to be his fathers brother, but actually was only pretending so he could use him to get the powerful lamp, but when Aladdin went down to he took a lot of precious gems with him and the lamp was buried in his pocket, when the magician dint get the lamp he loved him in the ground. Afterwards when he returned home thanks to the power of the lamp he told his mom everything and when he needed something he would ask the jinni. Slowly he realized the wealth he owned and the power he has but he did not use it for bad but instead gave all of his existing wealth to the Sultan in order to marry his love, the princess. When they finally got married he gave her all the accommodations that she needed to live a perfect life, as well as he would help people as well making them all favor him. When the magician found out about the lamp he stole it but Aladdin not only got back the lamp but the princess too. Killed the brother of the magician as well who tried to get revenge for his brothers death, then they lived happily ever after.

In the Disney movie Aladdin was a boy, also called a street rat multiple times, he had a pet monkey, Abu, who was his companion, no family. He would steal and eat for that way one day the princess ran away because she was being forced to marry a prince, she wasn't allowed to make her own decisions, leave the palace, or marry someone besides the prince. When she ran away she met Aladdin and fell in love with him, trying to hide her identity they get caught and Aladdin gets detained. The he has to help the Sultans advisor, Jafar, get the lamp, when he got the lamp he couldn't get up and Jafar closed the portal. because he didnt want to risk getting caught, when Aladdin was trapped down there he found how to use the lamp and he found the magical flying carpet that helped him get out. When he got out he pretended to be a prince to go and marry the princess, when they were starting to fall in love and everything was going good Jafar stole the lamp and took over everything that's where Aladdin comes in as the hero and saves everyone. Then he frees the ginni and they live happily ever after.

These two story might have some similarities but have A b bunch of differences, in the Disney movie there were a lot of steryotypes of Arabland, oppressed women, old fashioned, sexualized dressing sense, and even the ginny was kind of like a clown and just used to be shown as a comedic character and nothing more. I feel like,e this was very wrong because the Disney movie is washed by kids and as they grow up they see the ideology that Arabs and their way of living is like this, but in reality they are just people like us. They're culture, their beliefs, and their way of life has been made fun off and shown completely wrongly when it reality everything is quiet the opposite. If these types old jokes were made about another culture or race there would have been protests and headlines of news but racism towards Arabs is always viewed as "it's just a joke". As we move into more of a modern society we have to change the views because even after all these wars, protests, and various news we forget to see the other side of the story we are fixated on seeing the side of the story we are shown to hide the wrongdoing that these stereotypes and jokes have. I think that we should see both sides of the story and see how the story would be different if it was another group of people being represented.

[lollypopsx]

Flatmate! Harry: I’ll Make It Up To You - Part 1

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst 

Please like if it’s not too shabby, reblog for anyone who may enjoy this and follow if you want to see more! Any suggestions are happily taken for future writing! I love you all! be safe and be kind x

Part 2 - Part 3

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You was going to kill him. This was the last straw and you had used up every ounce of patience today.

“Harry Edward Styles! Get in here right now or I swear to fucking god you won’t ever breath again!” You shout, your hands clutching the towel wrapped around your body. Your hair styled in a bouncy blow dry with a full face of makeup, a brown smoky eye and a nude lip.

The two of you bicker and argue like enemies, laugh like the best of friends and love each other like a married couple. Although you were only flat mates and nothing had ever gone further than friends, you knew Harry would never see you in that way, however the tiniest part of you had always hoped one day you’d be proven wrong. But you knew all along you’d rather have him as a best friend than lose him all together.

You hear the footsteps round the corner and a grin like the Cheshire Cat plastered on Harrys face “Do you mind? I’m trying to write some music Y/N” he smirks.

“Where the hell are all my clothes?! And where the fuck is my guitar?!” You shout angrily. You were no stranger to practical jokes in this house, both giving and receiving them. But today was different. You had the most important audition of your lifetime, and half of your room had been emptied. 

The laughter escaping Harry’s lips was making you angrier and angrier by the second. “I told you that you’d regret stealing my jumpers!” He smirks.

“That doesn’t mean you take everything I own! Now where to hell is it all?!”

“Ah now you see…this is where it gets fun…you see we’ve made you a little scavenger hunt to find it all. All you have to do is-”

“We?! Who’s we?!” You growl through gritted teeth.

“Ok ok…I can’t take all the credit for this…Niall helped. So…here’s the rules!”

“Harry!” You cut him off “I don’t have time for a fucking scavenger hunt! I have my audition in an hour and I’m already running late! Just get me some fucking clothes and my guitar so I can leave!”

As soon as you had mentioned your audition, the smug grin fell from Harrys face and his rosy cheeks had drained to pale “oh shit. T-that’s today?! I…I thought it was Friday” he frowns “w-well all your stuff is in Niall’s car and he’s in Brighton so I can just get him to drive back asap and…” he fumbles for his phone quickly.

“Brighton?! Harry you have 3 seconds to tell me this is a joke before I rip your pretty little head off! That’s 2 hours away Harry! I’ll never make it in time!”

“Y/N I’m so sorry! I am I really am, I would never have done this today if I knew” Guilt filling his eyes.

“You knew Harry! It’s written on the fridge, on the calendar and you helped me rehearse two days ago!”

“Why don’t I just go and buy you something to wear?” He offers, although he was currently terrified to speak incase his head really did get ripped off. He hadn’t seen you this angry since you pierced holes in three of your ex-boyfriends tyres after finding out he cheated.

“Well that’s pointless because I haven’t got my guitar and you don’t even have your acoustic guitar here. Forget it Harry. Just get out.” You mutter, your head hanging low in disappointment. Even if you left now you’d be late, and that was frowned upon. Turning up anywhere late was bad enough, let alone an audition. If you’re going to turn up late, then there’s no point turning up at all because you wouldn’t even be given a chance. The entertainment business was a difficult place to be, and this was your one chance to really make something bigger for yourself and it was ruined.

“Y/N I…”

“I said get out!” You scream, releasing the built up fury “go and join Niall in Brighton for all I fucking care. Leave me alone. I’m so disappointed Harry” you felt the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

The sight of you on the verge of tears was enough to break his heart. He wanted to protest, he wanted to make it all better. But he knew you too well. He knew if he didn’t leave you alone to calm down then it would make everything worse than it already was. He had never felt so guilty. In the 4 years you had lived together, practical jokes never made either of you angry. Sure they were embarrassing at times, but you two always had the best of times. At what made it even worse this time was that he had made you cry…and you’d used the ‘D’ word on him!

Harry had left, shutting the front door quietly as he headed to the studio to get out of your hair for a few hours. Also calling Niall in the process to get him to get the fuck home asap. It may have seemed like a pretty extreme joke, but they didn’t intend it to turn out this way. The plan was that the scavenger hunt would lead you to Brighton with Harry to meet Niall there, and the three of you would spend the day and night by the beach, shopping, drinking, eating...everything that you loved to do.

As hours passed, you found yourself tucked under the mountain of blankets on the sofa, wearing a pair of Harry’s boxers, joggers and a white hoodie. Which you purposely chose because your makeup rubbed off on the collar and the sleeves as you wiped your tears. 

You felt deflated and disappointed. You should have been more prepared...no actually, Harry shouldn’t of been a dick. You knew he didn’t mean to jeopardize your audition, but these auditions didn’t come along often and part of you just wasn’t ready to let this go yet.

Harry crept in quietly, although you didn’t hear him, or at least you didn’t want to. “ Hey...Y/N” he whispers softly, walking through the living room door cautiously.

“Hm?” you mutter, not allowing yourself to speak a word to him, and especially making sure your eyes were glued to Netflix, not giving him the satisfaction of paying attention.

“I...I got you these” He whispers, placing a big bouquet of red roses and white lilies on the glass coffee table in front of you. You looked straight passed them “Oh wow...maybe I should send these over to the directors and producers to say sorry and maybe they can make an exception for little Y/N to try again!” you state sarcastically, but your facial expression staying as blank as possible.

He sighs softly and perches himself on the arm of the sofa, he gently pulls your shoulders back for you to rest your back against his thigh. “I know it doesn’t change what I did Y/N, and believe me if I could of changed anything I would, and if I could turn back time, I’d do anything”

“You really fucked up Harry” you whisper, your voice cracking gently as you wiped your tears on the sleeve of his hoodie. “You don’t get it. You’re Harry Styles and you get everything handed to you on a plate because everyone already knows who you are! You’ve done what like...three auditions in your life and you’ve succeeded every single one. It’s not like that for me. I spent hours and hours practicing. And weeks just writing these songs in hope they get heard one day and now they won’t because word spreads really quick in this industry.” You still couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because you hated people seeing you cry. 

He sighed softly, staying silent as he pulled you up gently and sitting himself underneath you as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He was always the first to help you rehearse when you had an audition, the first to comfort you if it went wrong or you didn’t succeed, and the first to celebrate and congratulate you when you did get it. Unfortunately, this time no one will ever know how it would have gone. He knew he couldn’t say much else because he knew you were right.  

You wanted to resist, but instead you buried your face into his chest and whimpered softly. As disappointed as you were, you knew Harry was truly sorry and he’d hang onto this guilt for a while. He held you close as his gentle fingers raked through your hair.

“I’ve put everything back in your room, all folded and neat” He whispers “I’ll make it up to you. I promise” He kept his arms around you supportively, although his chest was heavy with guilt, he already had a plan conjuring in his mind. 

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