#and he replies ‘i just don’t think someone would be from the island leave and then come back. that’d be absurd’

[ahalliance]

qantoine makes me want to jump off a cliff

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Eyes Only For You

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff

“Hey, baby” You say smiling walking into the kitchen greeting your boyfriend who you missed so much after a whole day filled with meetings.

Lando was free for another week before returning to the races, and you really had a lot of work to do the whole week. You had a lot of meetings and events to attend so you’ve been out of the house and even out of the town most of the time.

You hated it when Lando was free and you had a lot of work to do and couldn't take full advantage of his rare free time. And so when such days happen, you always rush home at the end of the day, eager to see him and cuddle him and just rest in his arms.

That's how you thought it would be this evening too, but as soon as you entered the room and saw that Lando didn't even turn to you when you greeted him, you immediately felt that something was up.

“Hi” He says apathetically looking for something in the fridge and not paying attention to the fact that you finally came home after being away all day.

He was angry. You read it right away. You could tell by his tone, but you decided to ignore it at first.

You walked up to him from the other side of the kitchen island and hugged him from behind while he was still standing in front of the fridge looking into it.

“Where is Mila?” You ask.

Oh, and you were also babysitting Mila for the night. His brother and sister in law and Mila were in town so you offered to watch her tonight so they could have some time to themselves and go on a date.

“She fell asleep in the living room a little while ago.” He said not engaging in further conversation.

“I missed you today” You say leaving a small kiss against his bare back.

“Yeah? How was your day?” He asks taking the salad dressing from the fridge and walking up to the kitchen island where his chicken salad was.

“It was..hectic.” You say looking at him. “Been waiting to come home to you.” You say softly trying to get anything out of him, but failing when he continues to be silent and ignore you focusing on making his salad.

“Lan? Is everything okay?” You finally ask.

“Well,” He sighs and somewhat aggressively throws the soiled fork into the kitchen sink making you wince slightly. “It was up until two hours ago when some pictures of you from the Boss Show in Milan emerged.”

“What pictures?” You ask confused, immediately going over the events of that day in Milan in your head.

He pulls his phone out of the pocket of his shorts, unlocks it and throws it in front of you on the surface of the kitchen island. “Care to explain?”

You stare at the picture on his cell phone of you and Michele Morrone and you immediately remember the situation you had with him that day that you were not even aware that someone had taken a picture of it and published it on the Internet.

In the picture, you were leaving the fashion show and he was grabbing your elbow. You met him for the first time that day and you talked about nothing more than the looks from the show, but it was quite obvious to you that he was indirectly hitting on you here and there. You grabbed his attention and he didn't spare you a few compliments, but at no point did you give him reason to think you were interested in him.

When you were leaving the fashion show, you didn't even know that he came out after you. He grabbed your elbow before you walked over to the waiting car and asked if he could have your number to which you replied that you have a boyfriend and that you’re in a happy relationship.

“Oh my God..” You sigh before explaining what exactly happened in the picture.

“Did you give him your number?” Lando asks even though you had said you didn’t.

“Of course I didn’t, Lando?” You say a bit offended that he even had to ask such a thing.

“Why didn't you tell me right away instead of me having to look at the pictures of my girlfriend with that fucking- porn actor?”

“I don’t ever tell you when things like that happen because I don’t care about that stuff and because I’m not interested in anyone but you!”

“What the fuck? What do you mean ‘when things like that happen’? Do guys hit on you a lot?”

“Lando..please” You were already getting exhausted from this kind of conversation. You considered it so unimportant that you almost forgot it happened, but you could understand why Lando was upset about it.

“No, tell me, y/n!”

“Yes, guys do hit on me, but I never ever respond to any of that in any kind of way whatsoever!”

“Oh, that’s really nice. Very comforting.” He says sarcastically.

“What? Am I so unattractive that it comes as such a surprise to you?”

“No, fuck..of course not. I just-“ He sighs running his hands through his hair. “I just thought everyone knew you were mine..”

“Lando, as long as I know that I’m yours, it doesn’t matter what other guys think or try to do. And I can’t believe that you would even think that I was doing something behind your back. I can’t believe you don’t trust me, Lando?” It hurt you because you never gave him a reason to doubt you. Your relationship was pure and full of love for each other. Topics like this have never even been in the conversation.

He deeply sighs again and steps closer to you cupping your face making you look up at him. “It’s not you that I don’t trust, it’s others. I don’t want someone to steal you from me. I’m sorry”

“That could never happen.” You say looking up at him.

He pulls your face closer to his wanting to kiss you, but you move your head to the left avoiding the kiss.

“I’m going to change. I’m tired.” You move away from him and go to your shared bedroom.

Your mood was no longer up to par and you weren't as happy and excited as you were half an hour ago and you blamed Lando for that. On the one hand, you understood him, but on the other hand, you couldn't believe that he doubted you even for a slight moment.

It especially hurt you because you knew that girls are hitting on him every chance they get and that they obsess over him all the time not caring in the slightest that he has a girlfriend and yet you never showed him it bothered you because you know he only has eyes for you.

You took a quick shower and changed into more comfortable clothes. Although you were still sad about the things that went down with Lando, you wanted to see Mila and hang out with her in case she woke up because it was only 7 p.m. so you headed to the living room shortly after taking the shower.

You knew she was awake when you approached the living room and heard Lando and her chatting about the Minions that Lando had turned on on the TV. It was more of Lando's favorite cartoon than Mila’s honestly. You walked over closer and saw Lando

Lando was lying on the couch and Mila was lying next to him with her head resting on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her. The sight melted your heart. You loved their relationship. You loved seeing him spend time with her and bond and you loved the way she loved him.

“Auntie!!” Mila exclaimed when she saw you.

“Hey, cutie” You smiled at her sitting on the couch next to Lando and giving her a hug. “Are you guys watching the Minions?”

“Yess!!” She said excitedly.

“Wanna join us?” Lando asked, his eyes pleading for you to say yes.

You nodded your head bringing a huge smile to Lando's face. He opened his free arm for you so you can cuddle up to him. When you laid your head against his chest as well as Mila, he tightly wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head quietly whispering “I’m sorry”

You just looked up at him and kissed his chin without saying a word.

Halfway through the movie, Mila slowly began to fall asleep again. Lando was gently rubbing her back the whole time and when he would stop for a moment she would startle and say "Lala, more" so Lando had to continue until she fell asleep and you just found his gesture so adorable.

“I can't wait to see you like this with our own baby.” You said softly.

“What? Are you-?”

“I’m not pregnant, Lan” You chuckled. “I’m just saying, one day I hope.”

“You want babies with me?” He asked his fingers playing with your hair and looking into your eyes as you lifted your gaze up.

“Of course I do. I think about it often.” You admit that every now and then you find yourself daydreaming about your perfect little family and it makes you so excited about the future.

“Yeah? I do too, baby. I dream of holding you both just like this, waking up next to you, taking care of you.” He says pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Should we make it a reality soon?”

“I think we should, Lan”

[inseobts]

Roses or Swords - choose your story pt.1

zoro x fem!reader + sanji x fem!reader

how it works

a/n: let's tryyyyy, hope we'll all have fun with it! let's try short and easy and remember to vote at the end.

tags: love triangle, secret admirer, slow burn, crew dynamics... the rest tags will come with your choices.

words count: 2.1k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The sun sets over a new island.

The scent of salt and citrus drifts on the wind, and the golden light dances across the water like glitter. A couple of seagulls circle overhead, crying out before gliding toward the trees beyond the village.

Orange and pink mix in the sky like paint on a canvas. The Thousand Sunny is docked by a peaceful shore, where a small village waits nearby.

Sanji stirs a pot in the kitchen. The smell of garlic and herbs floats through the air. He hums quietly but stops when he hears your voice from the deck.

“Sanji! It smells soooo good! What is it?”

You’re smiling. Just one sentence. Just one smile. It’s enough to make his chest feel tight, but he only smiles back and nods.

“Dinner will be ready soon. A surprise!” he says. Calm. Simple. Not his usual heart-eyed, dramatic self. He doesn’t spin or cry or float in the air like a cartoon.

You blink in surprise “No… ‘Mademoiselle’, or ‘Goddess of the sea’ today? Nothing? No heart eyes?”

He shrugs “Trying something new. Something serious.”

You laugh a little and walk away as you dramatically say "I'm even wearing a new shirt..."

Sanji watches you leave. Then, he sighs and stirs the soup harder, and as soon as he's sure you won't listen he softly says "Oh I noticed the cute light blue shirt... Of course I noticed... It suits you so well, Y/N..."

Later, in the village, the crew splits up to explore. You go with Robin and Nami to the market to find something cute to but. Sanji tags along for a while, but when he sees a group of local women smiling his way, he walks over to them.

He turns on his charm side “Ladies, may I say, this village is full of beauty.”

They giggle. You don’t even turn around. You’re busy looking at some books with Robin.

He keeps glancing your way.

“She didn’t even flinch. Not one look. Not even a roll of the eyes. She doesn't care at all.” He thinks.

Sanji’s smile fades. He says something kind to the women and excuses himself. Going on the opposite side from you.

That night, as you walk back to the girls' room, you find something in there.

A small bouquet of red and white roses. Tied with a blue ribbon. A small note with your name on it and a heart, nothing more.

You gasp.

“Who…?” You hold them close and smile so wide your cheeks hurt. You run to show it to Robin.

Robin tilts her head “There’s no name?”

“No… but look how beautiful! And they smell so good.” You pull two petals off carefully and hold them out “Can we press these into a heart? For a bookmark?”

Robin smiles warmly “Of course. I’ll help you.”

She helps you press them into a book. You choose your favorite one to do it.

Sanji watches you from the kitchen door. He can’t hear your words, but your smile says everything.

“She loved it. I'm happy.” he whispers to himself.

He exhales slowly, the sound almost lost in the quiet hum of the ship.

There is warmth in your smile, but it isn't aimed at him. Not really. He turns back to the stove, tasting the soup with a wooden spoon. It's perfect... but suddenly felt bland.

The next morning, Zoro finds you sitting on the deck, holding the roses bouquet in your lap.

“What’s with the flowers?” he asks, yawning.

You look up, dreamy “I got them last night. A secret admirer, maybe? I don't know, there was no name apart mine on it. And a heart.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow “Seriously? Someone on this island? Who?”

You nod “Must be. No one on this crew would do that. Maybe that guy who stopped me at the marked. But I don't know... he looked more interesting in having the book I was holding than in me. Or maybe that one who gave me a strawberry from his stand. I have no idea.”

He doesn’t reply. Just watches you as you smell the roses again.

Sanji walks by with a tray of tea “Mosshead, stop standing around. You’re wasting space as always.”

Zoro grunts “Tch. I wasn’t talking to you.”

Sanji doesn’t look at him. He gives you your tea before leaving to give the rest to Nami and Robin.

His eyes go to the roses.

Then to you.

Then away.

“Some people don’t appreciate beauty until it’s handed to them.” he says quietly, walking into the kitchen.

Zoro frowns but didn't hear what Sanji said.

You also don’t hear it. You’re still lost in your petals.

The Thousand Sunny bobs gently at the edge of another island. This one is bigger than the last and lush with trees and a quiet beach, but no nearby villages.

The crew is back from a short scouting trip. You’re walking toward the deck when you hear Brook’s voice.

“Yohohoho~! What is that? Can I open it??”

Everyone turns. On a crate near the mast sits a small, wrapped box. It’s neat and tied with a ribbon, not flashy, but special. A folded note rests on top.

Your heart skips reminding of the roses of last time.

Nami walks over and picks up the card “It says your name Y/N.”

Usopp whistles “Oooooh! Another gift from you admirer?? Let’s see, let’s see!”

You hurry over and gently take the box. You untie the ribbon, fingers shaking a little.

Inside, there’s a beautiful bracelet made of sea glass and tiny shells, all smooth and shining under the sun. In the center is a silver charm: a little star.

“Oh my god...” you whisper “It’s so pretty.”

You hold it up and the sunlight dances through the sea glass. A big smile spreads across your face.

“Wow” you breathe “They made this. You can tell.”

Nami nods “Definitely handmade. Whoever this is, they’re thoughtful.”

Luffy leans in, eyes wide “Someone gave you treasure jewelry?!”

Then he frowns deeply “Who’s trying to steal someone from my crew?”

Usopp laughs “Luffy, she’s not getting kidnapped or anything.”

“But still!” Luffy crosses his arms “This person… what if they’re evil?!”

Brook chuckles “Maybe a romantic villain~! Yohohoho!”

You giggle and slide the bracelet on your wrist “This means it can’t be a villager from the last island as we thought. We're already on a new island…”

Nami taps her chin “Hmm… that is strange. First roses, now this.”

“Could be another pirate!” Usopp suggests “Someone who saw her and got smitten! I bet it's that Eustass Kid, he looked flustrated talking with her last time!”

Brook adds, “Or maybe it's a marine! One of those strong and silent ones? And it explains why they don't let you know their identity.”

Your eyes go wide “No way, really? You think that could happen?”

Sanji watches from behind the railing. He lights a cigarette. His hands are almost shaking.

“She didn’t even think it could be me. Not even a little. Who else she thinks could know how she likes her jewelry.” He thinks.

He forces a smile and walks toward the kitchen before anyone notices him staring like that.

Inside, he leans against the wall. His heartbeat is loud in his ears.

“She’s smiling. That’s all that matters, right?”

But still…

On the deck, Zoro stands near the railing, arms crossed. He watches you from the corner of his eye as you show the bracelet to Nami and Brook.

When Usopp says, “Maybe she actually has a secret boyfriend and she doesn’t want to let us know!”

Zoro’s jaw tightens at that. He turns and walks away.

Every step away from you made his chest feel tighter. He hated this feeling of being… replaced. And worse, not knowing if he has any right to feel that way.

“Where are you going?” Nami calls after him.

“Nowhere.” he mutters.

You look over and see his back as he disappears below deck.

Weird. Is he… mad?

You shake the thought away. Your fingers trace the charm again.

Whoever they are… they’re watching. And you want to know who.

You lean over the railing, watching the ocean sparkle like glass. The bracelet dangles from your wrist, catching the sun. It still makes you smile.

But something else makes your chest feel heavy.

Zoro’s been weird.

He barely talks to you anymore. No usual dry jokes, no comments during training, not even a simple “hey” when you walk by. You used to sit on the deck in silence together, side by side, and it never felt awkward.

Now he walks away every time you get close.

So today, you decide to follow him “Zoro!”

He doesn’t stop.

You jog after him across the deck “Zoro. Hey. Hey! Wait!”

He finally turns, not angry, but definitely annoyed “What?”

You frown “Okay, what’s your deal?”

“No deal.”

“Seriously? You’ve been avoiding me for days. You barely even look at me anymore. You don't even talk to me.”

He crosses his arms and glances away “You’re imagining things.”

“No, I’m not.” you say, stepping closer “Did I do something?”

Zoro sighs, then mutters, “No.”

You tilt your head “Then why are you acting weird?”

He hesitates.

You wait.

He looks away again and mutters, “I don’t like this secret admirer thing.”

You blink “What?”

“I said...” he scratches the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, “...I don’t like it.”

You’re confused “...Why?”

His jaw tightens “Because you don’t know who it is. Could be dangerous.”

You raise an eyebrow “Dangerous? They left me roses and a bracelet, Zoro. Not a bomb.”

“Still,” he says, avoiding your eyes, “you’re trusting someone who won’t even show their face.”

You fold your arms “You think they’re trying to hurt me?”

“I think you’re being too careless.” he says sharply, then softens a little “What if it’s someone using the gifts to get close to you for the wrong reason?”

You pause. For a second, you almost believe him.

But something feels… off.

“That’s not the real reason, is it?” you ask, voice quiet.

Zoro opens his mouth, then closes it.

You step closer “Zoro. We’re friends. You always tell me when something bothers you. Don’t stop now.”

He looks at you for a long moment.

Then he turns his back “I told you why. You don't believe me... So, just forget it.”

And just like that, he walks away again.

Leaving you there, staring after him, the sea glass on your wrist suddenly feeling a little heavier than before.

You watch Zoro’s back as he disappears into the lower deck again.

Your heart sinks. It’s not just about the secret admirer, something else is pulling him away from you. And he won’t say what.

You sigh, fingers touching the charm on your bracelet. The silver star is warm, but it doesn’t comfort you as much today.

Fingers wrapped around your wrist where the bracelet is.

You don’t take it off. Can’t.

But the questions in your head run like waves in a storm. Who left it? Why Zoro ispulling away? Why Sanji kept looking like he wants to say something but never does?

You sigh and turn toward the stars... they blink gently, like they know more than they're telling.

As you stand frozen between the open kitchen and the quiet stairs, Luffy passes by munching on a chunk of meat.

“You okay?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Kinda,” you say “Just thinking.”

Luffy gives you a nod “Thinking too much makes your head hurt. That’s why I only do it sometimes.”

You smile despite yourself “Thanks, Luffy.”

“You want meat?” he offers.

You shake your head and laugh “I’ll be fine.”

He leaves.

As you stand there thinking, a voice cuts through the silence behind you.

“Are you actaully okay, sweetheart?”

You turn and find Sanji leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, cigarette between his lips, soft worry in his eyes.

“Not really... No...” you say honestly.

Sanji steps forward “Want some tea? Some ice cream? You look like you could use a break. And something sweet.”

You hesitate. You could use the tea. And the company.

But another part of you still wants to chase after Zoro. You’re not ready to give up on him, not yet.

You remember the night you sprained your wrist during a training session. Zoro barely said a word at the time, just handed you a cold pack and sat beside you in the dark. You’d watched the stars in silence, shoulders brushing. That night, it felt like he’d always be there. And that's how your friendship actually started.

Or maybe… you should stop thinking about both of them and just talk to the rest of the crew. Laugh. Take your mind off this whole emotional mess.

You look from the stairs Zoro vanished into, to Sanji’s open, waiting hand.

And then out to the deck where Usopp and Nami are chatting about your secret admirer again.

Choices spin in your head.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

TORN - Chapter 4

Synopsis: One night, that’s all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth… he had someone waiting for him… someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.

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Warnings: Manipulation..

Talisua Fatu could never be disappointed in her four children. Whatever paths they chose, they succeeded and made a name for themselves. None ever found trouble with the law—they were upstanding citizens, reflecting the values she instilled in them. So no, she could never be disappointed in her children. 

But in this moment, she didn’t know how to feel as she looked at her second eldest. 

“You’re marrying Janae?” She asked, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. 

Across the room from her, Josh nodded, his eyes cast downward, focused on the marble countertop. “Yes,” he replied, and Talisua inhaled a sharp breath. 

Why? She wanted to ask. Why would you want to do that?! She wanted to yell at him, demand to know what spell Janae had cast over him.

But instead, she said nothing. She just stared, her jaw tight, her mind reeling.

Josh shifted under her silence. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“No, you don’t,” Talisua said. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her grandchild Micah. She would never wish any harm or pain to him, but Janae? Talisua never trusted her, not since the first time Josh brought her home. 

“How does she feel about Egypt?” 

Josh inhaled a sharp breath, his shoulders tightening. He couldn’t bring himself to look up. 

“She don’t…” He started, his voice wavering. “She don’t really want Egypt around.” 

Talisua’s heart clenched. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but her voice remained calm. “Come again?”

“Not unless I have full custody.”

Talisua blinked slowly, her heart heavy as the words settled over her like fog.

“Full custody,” she repeated, her tone measured but laced with disbelief. “And you think that’s right?”

Josh flinched, finally lifting his eyes to meet hers. The guilt in them was unmistakable.

“I ain’t say it was right,” he murmured. “I just… I don’t know what else to do, Ma’. If I don’t, Janae’s gone. She said she’s taking Micah and leaving.”

“And what, you’re just going to let her use your child like a pawn?” Her voice trembled now, not from anger but heartache. “Micah is your son, Josh. He’s not leverage. And Egypt? She’s a baby. An innocent baby who already lost her father for months. Now you’re going to take her from the only person who's never left her side?” Talisua stepped around the island and gently touched his arm. “I raised you better than this.”

He swallowed hard, the sting of her words cutting deeper than any lecture.

“I know,” he whispered.

“Then act like it,” she said, placing a hand under his chin and lifting his head to meet her eyes. “Trying to do right by Janae doesn’t mean you have to do wrong by Egypt, or her mother.”  

“She wants me to choose Ma,”  Josh said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She told me it’s either her and Micah or Egypt. That’s the deal.”

Talisua’s eyes searched her son’s face, looking past the guilt to the fear beneath it. “That’s not a deal, Joshua. That’s a demand. And love don’t come with ultimatums.”

“I can’t live without my son.” 

“So what happens when Egypt grows up and asks why her father never fought for her?” Talisua asked softly, but the question hit like a blow.

Josh flinched, his body going rigid as he stared at his mother. “Don’t do that, Ma’. I think about it every day.”

“Then think harder,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “Because this ain’t about Janae. It’s about your children. All of them. Micah, Egypt, Jeremi. They’re watching, Josh. And one day they’ll understand every decision you made.” Talisua sighed. “You’re not a bad man, Josh. But you’re about to make a bad decision. And I won’t stand by and watch you sacrifice one child for another.”

“So what do I do?” 

Talisua’s heart softened as she heard the pain in her son’s voice. She could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on him. She’d raised him to be strong, to think before he acted, but in this moment, it seemed like the choices before him were too much to bear.

“Go see Egypt,” she said quietly. “You’ve spent so much time trying to fix things with Janae, trying to make her happy, that I think you’ve forgotten about the little girl who needs her father just as much. Maybe more.”

After his talk with his mother, Josh raced back home with one thing in mind. He had to be a better father to Egypt. It wasn’t fair that Micah and Jeremi got him at full capacity while Egypt had been sidelined, only getting the pieces of him that were left. She deserved more than that. 

He parked his car and stormed into the house, breezing past Janae, who immediately stood from her seat on the couch and followed up the steps to their bedroom. She watched as he grabbed his duffle bag out of their closet and started to pack. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her voice laced with irritation.

Josh didn’t even look up as he rifled through his drawers, tossing clothes into the bag with swift, sharp movements. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He wasn’t in the mood for anything.

“I’m going to see Egypt,” he said flatly, his voice tight with resolve.

Janae scoffed and walked over, blocking him from entering the bathroom to grab his toiletries. 

“Nae, move.” Josh sighed. 

Janae stood her ground, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You think you can just drop everything and go see her? What about us, Josh? What about Micah?” 

Josh felt his patience thinning. “What’s the issue? I’m tryna be a good fuckin’ dad and you tryna make it seem like I’m abandoning you and Micah!” 

Janae’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, not backing down. “You didn’t give a damn about being a dad when Egypt was born. Don’t act like this is some noble, selfless move now.” Her voice was cold, biting.

“I’m not gonna ask again, move.” 

She stared at him for a long second, the weight of his words hanging in the air like thunder before a storm. Then, slowly, she stepped aside, but not without one last barb.

“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”

Josh grabbed his bag and brushed past her, his voice low but firm. “No. I made that mistake already. This is me fixing it.”

Janae narrowed her eyes as she watched him pack the rest of his overnight bag. He said nothing else as he brushed past her and out of their room. She heard him walk into Micah’s room. She waiting until he came back out to start her mess again. 

“So that’s it?” she asked, voice low, laced with disbelief. “You kiss your son goodnight and just walk out like everything's okay?”

“Everything is okay.” He stressed. “You making me going to see Egypt a bigger deal than what it is.” 

Janae folded her arms, leaning against the hallway wall as Josh closed Micah’s bedroom door gently behind him.

“Everything is not okay,” she shot back, her voice sharper now. “You running back to that girl and her baby like you some kind of savior.”

Josh turned slowly to face her, his jaw tight. “That girl is Egypt’s mother. And that baby?” He pointed toward the floor as if Egypt’s presence could fill the space between them. “That baby is my daughter. Just like Micah is my son.”

“Oh, now she’s your daughter?” Janae scoffed, eyes flaring. “Where was all that energy when she was born?”

Josh scoffed. “I’ll see you Sunday,” he muttered and walked past her. 

Janae’s voice dropped, low and sharp. “And if you don’t?” 

Josh stopped walking and turned back around to face. “Why you making this such a big fuckin’ deal? You wanted me to get India to sign the papers right? How imma do that without going there?” 

Janes scoffed. “You think i’m stupid, nigga? I know why you’re really going to Dallas.” 

Josh looked at her like she had just grown three head. “Yeah… to see my daughter.” 

Janae gave a short, humorless laugh. “Nah. You going to see her. Don’t play me, Josh.”

“She’s Egypt’s mother. What the hell else am I supposed to do?”

Janae stepped forward, eyes hard now, but her voice stayed steady. “You think I don’t see it? The way you talk about her. The way your whole mood shifts when her name comes up. You didn’t move like this for no damn one-night stand.”

Josh’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He knew India wasn’t just a one-night stand. He didn’t want her to be a one-night stand. 

“I could deal with a mistake,” she continued, arms folded. “What I can’t deal with is you pretending like she don’t still got a piece of you.” 

“Janae… i’m going to Dallas to see my child. That’t it nothing more.” 

Janae said nothing. She just watched him. Watched as he gripped the strap to his duffle bag. He cleared his throat. “I’ll see y’all on Sunday.” He hesitated before turning his back to her and walking down the steps and out of the house. 

Janae stood at the top of the stairs, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she listened to the sound of the door slamming behind him. Her stomach twisted with something cold and unfamiliar, a mix of anger, betrayal, and fear.

She didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

She knew what she needed to do next. She needed to get India out of their lives.

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Now that graduation is over, hopefully I can start writing more! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and shit.. things are about to get messy 😬

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[oddyseye]

Dissecting every reason people call Eurylochus a hypocrite because I am sick and tired of defending this poor hungry man.

Eurylochus is not the easy villain or the perfect saint. He is the walking contradiction of the Odyssey and EPIC, and anyone who just calls him a hypocrite without understanding the nuances of his motivations really isn’t paying attention to the full picture. Let’s start with the infamous wind bag fiasco, which happens early enough for Eurylochus to show us his conflict. Yes, he doubts Odysseus’ judgment when it comes to the Wind God’s island, warning him about the risks. And let’s be real, Eurylochus is absolutely right. If you look at the situation, Odysseus is acting impulsively, relying on his wits and bravado, thinking he can control the outcome with the power of his charm. But this? It’s a god’s realm. The gods don’t work on your timetable. At this point, what does Odysseus’ confidence even mean? Eurylochus sees it as reckless, and I agree. Yes, Eurylochus is a bit wary of everything at this point (which might be annoying if you’re Odysseus), but it’s a valid concern. And Odysseus’ reply? It's a bit patronizing. He doesn’t respect Eurylochus’ caution. Instead of listening to his crew member, his second-in-command, Odysseus tells him to stand down and demands blind loyalty. Of course, this sets the stage for Eurylochus’ next crucial transformation. He’s now seen Odysseus as someone who doesn’t care about the real risks or the crew. People LOVE to bring up that line where Eurylochus says he opened the wind bag. Okay, okay, he messed up. But here’s the thing: he knows he messed up, and he admits it. In front of everyone. He’s not hiding it. He’s not making excuses. He’s owning up to it. And people still want to call him a hypocrite? He wasn’t the one who set the trap for the entire crew by opening that wind bag. Odysseus gave some instructions, but he knew the crew was starving and desperate. And then, on top of that, you have the winions stirring the pot, telling everyone there’s treasure in the bag? What did he think would happen? The crew wasn’t exactly in the best headspace to be taking orders from a guy who was clearly not as present as he should have been. You can’t put all the blame on Eurylochus when Odysseus didn’t exactly set them up for success. Everyone was already in a fragile place after the war, and Odysseus should have known better than to leave room for temptation. He was the leader; he should’ve anticipated how bad the temptation would be. Eurylochus gets a little too much flak for something that wasn’t entirely his fault. There’s enough blame to go around for everyone, not just one guy. All of the crew wanted to open the bag, Eurylochus was just the one who did. He represents the voice of the crew. His biggest focus becomes apparent in the Circe Saga, specifically during Puppeteer, when Eurylochus is forced into a brutal choice on Circe’s island. After the men are turned into pigs, Eurylochus has to come to terms with his decision. He’s a pragmatist. He doesn’t trust the island, doesn’t want to gamble their lives on a witch’s promises. So, when Odysseus sends him and the crew to investigate, Eurylochus doesn’t just go along for the ride, he stays behind and urges Odysseus to get out of there. But let’s remember, this moment is a turning point for Eurylochus. He’s scared, yes, but also rational. He was the one who saw the situation from a distance and thought, “This is too risky.” He’s the realist who wants to cut his losses, but it’s important to notice that his fear is the fear of losing more men, not necessarily cowardice. Unlike Odysseus, who acts out of hope, Eurylochus is practical. His attitude here reflects the trauma they’ve been through and how tired he is of losing people. That’s why his frustration boils over later when Odysseus sacrifices men — because Eurylochus has seen enough death.

Now, let’s talk about Scylla. Because this is the moment where everything Eurylochus has learned comes crashing down on him. Remember that vow Odysseus made to him earlier: “There’s no length I wouldn’t go if it was you I had to save”? Well, that sentiment sticks with Eurylochus. He takes that to heart. So when Odysseus makes the decision to sacrifice six men to Scylla, you can see why he snaps. It’s not just that Odysseus is willing to sacrifice them — it’s that he does it without warning, without giving them the choice. Eurylochus feels like Odysseus has abandoned everything he taught him about loyalty. That vow he made? Yeah, it means nothing now. Eurylochus is furious because Odysseus fails him here. He’s been teaching Eurylochus the value of every single life, yet when the time comes to uphold that belief, Odysseus throws it out the window to save himself and his pride. So, of course Eurylochus is mad. And it’s not about the six men dying (because, let’s be real, he’s no saint), it’s about the betrayal. He’s been made to believe in the cause, but now he sees Odysseus as a hypocrite. It stings, and it’s totally justified. This leads us to Mutiny. Eurylochus is right to be mad at Odysseus for sacrificing six men just to save his own skin. Don’t even try to justify that. Odysseus put his own desire to get home ahead of the lives of his crew. Eurylochus did not agree to be cannon fodder for Odysseus’ personal agenda. He wasn’t going to sit back and watch his brothers die without questioning what the heck was going on. So, when Odysseus goes full “sacrifice six for the greater good,” you bet Eurylochus was angry. He wasn’t just upset because they were going to die; he was upset because Odysseus made the decision to send them to their deaths without even consulting them. Eurylochus’ reaction is human, it’s justifiable, and it’s completely rational. He’s not a traitor, he’s someone who realizes that Odysseus’ quest for glory comes at the expense of the people he supposedly cares about. Then we get to the cattle of Helios because apparently everyone’s learnt nothing. Eurylochus has already checked out emotionally. He’s looked at the situation, and for him, the reality of their fate is clear: they’re not going to make it home. They’re already dead in a way, and the gods are just playing with them. So when faced with the opportunity to eat the cows, he sees it as a way to take some control over a situation where they’ve lost all control. His logic isn’t about doing what’s morally right in the eyes of the gods. At least if they’re going to die, they can do it on their own terms — full stomachs, no slow starvation or suffering. It’s a very bleak and cynical perspective, but it’s also realistic. And in a way, it shows a form of wisdom that Odysseus doesn’t have in this moment. Odysseus, of course, refuses to let go of hope. His entire journey is a testament to his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up. That’s his defining trait, and it’s what keeps him going, but it also blinds him to the obvious signs of doom around him. He refuses to accept that the gods are no longer in his favor, that they’ve been punished for their mistakes, and that he’s already sealed their fate. For Odysseus, admitting that they’ve lost would be admitting defeat, and that’s something he can’t stomach. So, instead of facing the reality of the situation, he doubles down on his hope and pride. Eurylochus isn’t the naive one here. He’s not playing the hero’s game. He’s real. He’s already accepted that their journey is doomed, but he refuses to be passive in that fate. He wants to take charge of how they go out. He’s not waiting for divine intervention anymore because, honestly, it hasn’t worked out so well for them so far. He’s out of options and out of faith.

But here’s the darker, more tragic implication: Eurylochus’ perspective is the voice of the crew. His attitude — “We’re never gonna make it home; we’re already doomed” — isn’t just his own individual despair; it’s shared by everyone else around him. The crew is no longer fighting for survival; they’ve been through too much. They’ve seen too many of their comrades die for a cause that seems meaningless at this point (how do you think Perimedes would feel when Elpenor died). They’ve been stranded for so long, constantly at the mercy of the gods, with no real agency over their fates. They’ve lost hope. The entire crew is in a suicidal state of mind, and Eurylochus’ willingness to eat the cows is just the worst tangible sign of that collective despair. He’s the one who finally gives voice to it, like always, but it’s a sentiment that’s been building throughout their journey. He’s come to terms with it in a way that Odysseus has not. In that sense, his desire to eat the cows is almost a form of passive suicide — an attempt to bring some meaning, some control to an already doomed situation. His actions signal a profound loss of the will to live. This attitude is contagious. When Eurylochus speaks, he’s speaking for a crew that’s also checked out, a crew that’s surrendered to the inevitable. They don’t believe in their survival anymore. They’re not thinking about glory or heroism. They’re thinking about getting something out of their final moments, about finding some form of solace in the face of certain death. They no longer care about the gods or their promises. They just want to eat, even if it means defying the divine laws. This is a crew that’s collectively suicidal, mentally exhausted, and emotionally broken. And Eurylochus, in choosing to act, becomes both the catalyst for their final downfall and the embodiment of their emotional exhaustion and surrender.

He doesn’t trust Odysseus anymore. Odysseus promised to bring them home, but where are they? They’re stranded, they’ve lost men, brothers, friends, and the gods keep throwing obstacles in their path. When Odysseus becomes a king in his eyes and no longer a brother, it’s clear: Eurylochus starts thinking about himself, and that definitely doesn’t make him a hypocrite. It makes him human. It makes him someone who’s had enough. So, when the storm hits, and Eurylochus says, “We’re going to die anyway,” it’s not just a defeatist attitude — it’s the voice of someone who’s been burned by his faith in Odysseus too many times. He finally does what Odysseus would have done if he weren’t so obsessed with getting home — he does what’s necessary for survival. It’s harsh, but it’s consistent with his struggle all along. Eurylochus isn’t a hypocrite because he speaks out against Odysseus — he’s just a man who wants to believe in loyalty, but realizes that Odysseus has never really been loyal to anyone but his wife, never his men. It’s a brutal realization, and it’s only when he lashes out in Mutiny that we see the full extent of his disillusionment.

So, before anyone calls Eurylochus a hypocrite, let’s remember that he was the one who had to deal with the consequences of Odysseus’ stubbornness and false promises. He wanted to be the loyal friend, the one who stuck by his leader. But Odysseus made it impossible. Now, he’s just a man broken by the very loyalty he once held dear.

[vampstarkey]

❝  jealous of your brother ..

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＿ warnings: unprotected sex, sucking on the neck, virgin reader, cheating, pussy slapping, jealous reader, face sitting, boobs pressing and female masturbation.

＿ Note: this has not been reviewed (if that's not your thing then leave)

You were the adopted daughter of the Cameron family, the little princess Kook. Ever since you were little, everyone on the island knew your name. You grew up surrounded by privileges, always protected by Rafe, your older brother. He wouldn't let anything or anyone get close to you without his approval. No matter how old you were, he always made sure to watch over you, keep you away from any danger and, especially, from anyone he deemed unworthy of your presence. After all, brothers do these things, right?

But lately, things started to change. Rafe, the same guy who spent nights at parties hugging different girls, was suddenly in a serious relationship. You never imagined he was the kind of guy who would get attached to someone, not after so many nights watching him drink until he lost his mind and get involved with any girl who came along. This always bothered you, although you would never admit it. It was a strange, suffocating feeling, but you tried to swallow it.

That night, another party was happening at the Cameron mansion. Ward and Rose were out, and as always, Rafe took advantage of his parents' absence to turn the house into a meeting place for his friends, the same ones as always, all noisy, drinking and having fun. You usually preferred to avoid that kind of environment. But this time, you decided to come down from your room, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because a part of you wanted to see Rafe.

As you crossed the crowded room, your eyes soon found the scene that made your stomach turn: a brunette sitting on his lap, her lips close to your ear as she whispered something that made you smile in a way you didn't like at all. His arm rested on her waist, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her skin. It was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend.

You felt a lump tighten in your throat, a heat rising through your body, an almost childish urge to roll your eyes and leave. But before you could move away, Rafe had already noticed your presence. And now, his eyes were fixed on you. "What are you doing here?" Rafe looked at you in surprise, after all he knew that you almost never showed up when he was throwing a party.

You crossed your arms trying to look indifferent, even though you felt the weight of his gaze falling on you “I didn’t know I needed your permission to walk around my own house, Rafe.”

The boy raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms before lightly touching the girl's leg in his lap. "Give me a minute with my little sister, dear." He told her, giving her a carefree smile. The brunette nodded, standing up without question and blending into the crowd. As soon as she was out of sight, Rafe turned his attention to you, walking over to where you were. "I never said you couldn't come, y/n, I just assumed you'd be staying in your room, like always." His eyes went up and down, looking at your body.

"Well, but now I'm here, is there a problem?" The words came out more firmly than you felt inside, but heat quickly rose to your cheeks when he looked at you like that, maybe it was just in your head. "No, no problem, I just think you should change out of those short pajamas, it's not the right environment for that." There he was giving you orders like he always did and in fact it was to be expected. "I don't want to change," you replied without hesitation.

“Don’t test my patience, go upstairs and put on something else right now.” The order was direct, sharp, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Considering the environment, your outfit really wasn’t appropriate at all, but that seemed more like an excuse than a genuine concern. The short pink shorts made of thin silk and the white blouse that accentuated your breasts, a combination you wore only to feel comfortable at home, now seemed to be the center of criticism. Rafe, who always saw you wearing this type of outfit, knew very well the impact it caused.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let your discomfort show, and responded with a forced smile. “Stop it. Why don’t you go worry about your girlfriend?” A sarcastic smile expanded on Rafe’s face, and he realized right away what was happening. It was as if he was amused by the fact that you couldn’t hide your irritation and jealousy. He let out a low laugh, but the teasing tone was clear. “Oh, so that’s it, are you jealous?” Your eyes widened at that observation. He wasn't wrong, but of course you weren't going to say it.

"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me, I'm not jealous." The answer came out in a rush, louder than you would have liked, trying to hide the truth behind words that didn't have as much power as your trembling voice. "Don't be silly, I know you." He watched you with an almost triumphant smile, as if he was unraveling every piece of you.

He took a long step towards you, and before you could react, he grabbed your arm tightly. Rafe came even closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered: “I can prove you right, sis.” That low, possessive tone of voice was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

The feeling of having no control over what was happening made your mind spin, and you found yourself wondering where this would take you. “Don’t play with me like that, Rafey.” His name, pronounced that way, had a different weight. That was how you used to call him when you were still a little girl.

“Oh, yeah? I don’t play with things I’m interested in, sis.” Rafe’s voice sounded almost like a challenge, loaded with something you couldn’t define. Before you could respond, he still held your arm tightly, pulling you without warning to a secluded corner of the house.

The surroundings seemed to disappear, and the only sound that filled the space was the distant music of The Weeknd that played in the background, creating a melody that contrasted with the tension, that was enough for you to realize what was happening. “Did you know that I always wanted you, y/n?” Rafe’s words hung in the air, a whisper that seemed to carry an immense weight, he looked at your lips as if he wanted to devour them.

You wanted to deny it, to push that idea away, but somehow you knew he was telling the truth and you could no longer try to hide how much you wanted your hot brother to touch you or do anything with your body, no matter how wrong and dirty it was. “Do you really want me, Rafe?” You asked hopefully as you felt the space shrinking more and more as he got closer.

Rafe took a strand of your hair and put it behind your ear. “You know I do, don’t play innocent, you can be everything, but innocent I know you’re not.” The boy placed you against the wall, holding your hands on each side of your body, leaving you immobile.

What you didn't know was that your older brother had caught you masturbating in your room a few times during the night, but he never intervened since he loved watching you rubbing yourself on your pillow or desperately sticking your fingers inside.

Every now and then, when you were out of the house, Rafe would take some of those thin lace panties of yours from your dresser drawer and smell them, he would rub them on his own cock while imagining everything he would like to do to his sweet and dear little sister.

Rafe's touch was quick, pulling the back of your neck firmly. In a subtle movement, his lips brushed yours, he bit your lips slowly, almost as if he was testing your limits, while his tongue slid softly into your red mouth, teasing you. "But... what about your girlfriend?" You asked with difficulty since the way he played with your lips made it a little difficult for you to speak.

“Shh, be quiet, don’t worry about her, we’re not doing anything wrong, after all I’m your brother.” He continued to pay attention to your lips, but now finally attacking them for good, Rafe kissed you with desire, pressing your body even more against the wall. His hands followed your waist, going down lower and lower in hot grips, the boy groped your ass with desire as he felt an uncontrolled, almost primitive hunger, the forbidden desire was erotic.

“Let me take care of you, will you let me?” He squeezed once more on the pink fabric of your short shorts that revealed a piece of your soft ass. “Yeah, I’ll let you..” A muffled moan left your lips after feeling the heat of Rafe’s hands against your skin. “Come with me, trust me.” Rafe said full of authority that you couldn’t ignore. He grabbed your hand with a firmness that seemed like a command, and before you could even think about the consequences, your feet moved, following you without question. He climbed the stairs with an almost predatory agility, the pressure of his hand pulling you closer to him.

When you reached the door to his room, you opened it without hesitation, and the sound of the latch clicking was like a signal for what was to come. In one fluid movement, he pulled you inside, and the air in the room seemed denser, heavier, as if the world outside no longer existed, the door closed behind you, and the darkness of Rafe's room seemed to envelop everything, as if you were in a place where nothing else mattered, just him and you.

— ☆ . .

Rafe was on top of you, already shirtless, as he hurriedly took off your silk shorts. “Tell me, has anyone ever fucked this sweet little pussy?” You shook your head in disagreement, no one had ever done anything sexual to you before. “Your brother is going to take your virginity then, sweetie.” It felt so wrong, but it was so delicious that you were just letting yourself get carried away.

Your shorts were thrown on the floor, giving Rafe a view of your tiny panties, he could see the wet spot that had formed from your arousal. Knowing that you were a virgin had only made the boy harder, being the first to taste your pussy was all he wanted.

“Sit on my face.” Overcome with lust, that was exactly what you did, it didn’t take long for the positions to reverse, you pulled your panties down, throwing them on the floor, soon adjusting yourself on top of Rafe, you sat on his face relaxing your pussy on top of him.

Rafe felt like he was going to collapse having all that sight before him. His brother's tongue moved slightly against your wet pussy while he had his hands resting on your thigh. "God, that feels so good.." You moaned, starting to rub yourself against his face.

Your pussy covered his face, Rafe felt like he could die suffocated by your pussy and still die happy. You held on to the headboard of the bed while your hips moved on his face, sliding so easily that it made you numb. The feeling of having a tongue sucking you for the first time was incredible, you just wanted more, you wanted to be able to feel everything Rafe was capable of giving you.

He sucked your clit, rubbing his tongue and nose against you, feeling your taste and your smell. "I want to taste this pussy every day, it tastes delicious." Rafe's hot breath hit your slit, you were trying hard not to moan loudly as he sucked you like that. Rafe was squeezing you tightly, swallowing you like it was the last thing he could do in his life.

You pulled your shirt hard, letting it fall, your nipples were hard and exposed, they swayed in a back and forth motion as you rubbed yourself against his face. “Rafey..” Your eyes closed tightly as you moaned softly, Rafe knew you were going to cum fast, you had never had this kind of contact, so he stopped sucking you, preventing you from finishing so quickly.

“Why did you stop, Ray?” You said as you sat back down on the bed, your breath coming up and down in your chest frantically. “You can’t cum now, sweetie, or the fun will be over.” Rafe said as he took off his pants along with his blue boxers clumsily, you watched feeling a heat between your legs, he soon pulled you again, but this time turning you to the side. “I want to fuck you like this.” The rough way he picked you up and turned you to the side made you bite your lip.

Rafe stood behind you, moving your hair away from your neck and getting closer. He could feel your ass rubbing against his cock from behind. “Open your legs for me.” As soon as you heard the request, you opened yourself for him. Rafe held your thigh as he began to rub his cock against your wet pussy.

His free hand found one of your breasts, squeezing it. Your body shivered as the head of his cock touched your pussy, which was getting increasingly wet. Rafe slid in, but still didn’t penetrate you. You could feel the way he played with your folds. “Be careful..” Your voice came out lower than you intended, a mix of adrenaline and excitement.

Rafe laughed at the comment, but without giving you any answers, he continued rubbing against you. His nose touched your smooth neck, smelling it and leaving small hickeys on the area that immediately turned purple as he continued.

“I’m going to put it inside you now, okay?” Rafe was usually pretty rough in bed, but since it was your first time, he felt the need to warn you before pushing in. “O-okay..”

He rubbed your entrance one last time before putting his cock inside, he pushed slowly as you felt a new and delicious sensation inside you. “Can you handle these nine inches of your brother, sweetie?” He pushed harder and harder as he heard your moans getting more intense.

“Yes, I can.” Rafe kept you open for him, soon moving. “Little slut, naughty.” The boy squeezed one of your breasts again, moving in and out of your pussy, the headboard of the bed banged against the wall, the only thing that could stop anyone from hearing what was happening inside the room was the music that was still playing outside. “Fuck, I love this.” He thought it was funny to see you cursing, it was fucking exciting to see how slutty you could be when no one was watching. His hips moved quickly, you felt like he could burst the walls of your pussy.

His breathing was fast against your ear, you welcomed every inch. “See how good your brother is fucking you, huh..” What you imagined when you were alone in your room was happening, your brother was really fucking you. “You make me feel so good..” You said, squirming on his cock.

Rafe stopped squeezing your breasts and started stimulating your clit with two fingers, he could feel how tight you were, he had never fucked a girl like that, your brother was marking his territory. “Now you’re mine, no one can touch you like this but me.” He slammed deep inside, your legs were getting weak. “Only I can make you cum, sis.” The words had a strong effect on you, Rafe slapped your pussy causing spasms throughout your body, it was as if moments ago you hadn't even had a little "argument" over jealousy.

He continued rubbing your clit as you slowly melted. "Ray, I-I'm going to-" Your words were cut off by the sensation that took over you, a delicious orgasm slowly hitting you as Rafe thrust inside. "Like that, sweetie, so good." Rafe slapped your pussy again feeling you cum on him.

The boy turned to you again, seeing you completely sweaty after what they did. “Don’t tell daddy what we did, or it’ll get us in trouble.” He grabbed a sheet that was next to him, covering your body. “I won’t tell.” His voice was low and tired as he looked at him with his beautiful Bambi eyes. “Great, sweetie, that’ll be our secret.”

Before he could do anything, Rafe tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something deeper. “Now tell me, were you jealous?” You crossed your arms and pouted involuntarily, hesitating for a moment before admitting in a low voice: “Okay, I confess… I didn’t like seeing you with another girl.”

The sarcastic smile that formed on his lips was one you already knew very well, full of provocation and certainty. “I may be with her now, but the one I really want is you.”

Your chest rose and fell quickly, the weight of his words hitting you like a shock. But before you could react, a loud knock echoed from the other side of the door, cutting the moment abruptly.

“Hey, Rafe, are you there, man?” Topper’s voice sounded from the other side, full of impatience.

Rafe let out a frustrated sigh as he quickly moved away from you. In a hurried movement, he picked up his scattered clothes and began to dress, clearly as surprised as you were by the interruption. “I have to go, y/n.” He said as he adjusted his shirt, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he wanted to assure you that this wouldn’t end there. “Stay here in my room, I promise I’ll be back, okay?”

Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. The gesture was contradictory, but loaded with something more. The last thing you heard before the door closed was his voice saying to his friend: “Hey, man.”

[sunny44]

Chapter 4 (Love is in Mallorca)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n goes to Mallorca intending to leave her life behind, at least for a while. Then she meets a mysterious guy who makes this trip, to say the least, unforgettable.

Previous chapter

I woke up with the sun shining intensely through the curtains, announcing another hot day in Mallorca. I rolled over in bed, the sheets tangled around me, and stared at the ceiling. The previous night’s encounter still echoed in my mind like an unfinished melody. With every moment I spent by his side, the feeling that something important was being kept a secret grew, and his silence was starting to weigh on me.

I sighed, slowly getting out of bed. The reflection in the mirror showed a lighter version of myself, someone rediscovering joy in small moments, but also a woman in conflict. Being with him was like walking a tightrope, not knowing when or if I would fall.

As I dressed in something light for the heat of the day, my phone vibrated on the bedside table. It was a message from him. My heart raced automatically. I hated myself a little for it.

“Breakfast? I found a place you’ll love.”

I smiled at the screen. Even with all the uncertainty, there was something in his words that made everything feel simple. It was as if, no matter how complicated the mystery surrounding him, he still wanted to show me the best side of life. And I was willing to accept that — at least for now.

“I’ll be ready in 20 minutes,” I replied, feeling a wave of excitement swell in my chest.

He was waiting for me outside the hotel, leaning against a motorcycle I hadn’t seen before. As I approached, he smiled, a relaxed and confident smile, as if we were about to embark on another little adventure.

“Are you taking me for a ride on a motorcycle now?” I asked, laughing and raising an eyebrow.

“That’s right. I thought the view would look even better this way,” he replied, smiling.

He came closer to me, and carefully, without breaking eye contact, he placed the helmet on me.

Carlos climbed onto the bike, and I sat behind him, my arms hesitating for a second before wrapping around his waist. The contact was electric, but I forced myself to relax, letting the morning breeze carry away the doubts that still lingered in my mind.

The journey was just as he promised: filled with breathtaking views of the island, cliffs that dropped straight into the blue sea, and winding roads that seemed to take us away from everything. The smell of the sea, the sound of the waves, and the thrill of the motorcycle all mixed together, creating a feeling of freedom.

Finally, we arrived at a small seaside village, where he parked the bike. There was a discreet café, hidden among large leafy trees that offered a pleasant shade. The tables were set outdoors, facing the sea. It was the kind of place you’d only find if you were a local or… someone who truly knew the heart of the island.

We sat at a table with a direct view of the water. The aroma of fresh coffee mingled with the salty air, and the sound of the waves crashing on the nearby beach was calming.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, calling the waiter.

“It’s amazing, as always,” I replied, watching him more closely. He was relaxed, but there was something in his eyes that seemed distant. As if, even in that perfect moment, he was hiding something. “How do you always know the best places?”

He smiled, that reserved smile I was beginning to understand hid more than it revealed.

“I like to explore, and Mallorca has a lot to offer.” He turned his gaze toward the sea, and something in his expression changed. A silence formed between us, thick and almost palpable.

I couldn’t help it. I had to ask, I needed to understand.

“Why do you always seem to avoid talking about yourself?” The words escaped before I could stop them. “I don’t want to be intrusive, but… sometimes it feels like you’re hiding something. Something important.”

He turned to me, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that caught me off guard. The silence that followed was suffocating, and for a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer.

“It’s not that I want to hide,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “It’s just that sometimes, when people know who you are… they see you differently and expect things from you. And I like how you see me now. No labels and no expectations.”

That answer, though evasive, made me understand more than he intended. Whoever he was, he was someone who dealt with judgments, expectations, and perhaps even fame. And he was trying to escape it, at least for a while. With me.

“I think I understand,” I replied softly. “But… you know I’m not the type to judge, right? Whoever you are.”

He gave a sad smile, and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to say more, that he was on the verge of telling me everything. But, as always, he held back.

“Let’s enjoy breakfast,” he said, changing the subject with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I promise the coffee here is the best you’ll ever taste.”

And so, once again, the mystery remained. As we ate and chatted about trivial things, the invisible tension between us continued to grow. He wanted to tell me, I knew it. But something was holding him back.

When we finished breakfast, he suggested a walk on the beach. We strolled side by side, with the sun shining high above and the sea gently lapping at the sand. For a while, it felt like we were in our own world, no rush, no worries.

But as the afternoon wore on, the doubt began to weigh on me again. I wanted to know him, wanted to understand who he really was. And I knew that eventually, I would need to push this conversation. But, for now, I decided to give him more time.

In that moment, as we walked along the beach, I realized that, regardless of what I would come to discover about him, I was already deeply involved. Perhaps even more than I cared to admit.

And him? He seemed to know that too.

Still, the silence between us continued, and with it, the weight of what remained unsaid.

Whatever came next, I knew it would change everything.

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Hiya! Saw your requests were open and since loneliness is consuming me bit by bit I decided to be courageous (for once😭)

Is it okay if I request some isekai reader x sleepy Sky cuddles? Like, the chain's at Skyloft, it's night, so they both just cuddle to sleep? Generalizing, ultra fluff. Super ultra mega fluff. Take your time, no rush🫶

(pls forgive me if this is incoherent it's my first time requesting something and english isn't my first language so I apologize if it's bad-🙏)

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Hi Anon, Thank you for your request and I apologise for being away from writing for so long since of my exams but I'm back and I'm prepared to write the request I have.

I’m so sorry it took me this long, I hope you enjoy!

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~Skyloft Snuggles!~

An exhausting day!

The week hasn’t been easy either, constantly running into monsters, having to deal with some people’s problems around the villages you all encountered, also someone’s (won’t admit but it was yours) tent was damaged due to a monster raid so now you had to sleep in one of the other boys tent.

Sky was the first to suggest, rather quickly might you add but you were tired that night and you didn’t care.

You couldn’t help but realises that during the days, you liked sleeping near Sky. He was like a bear, once he was in a deep sleep he would drape his arms around you—as creepy as it may seem..it was nice and cozy. He was the perfect cuddle buddy.

But now you all were in Skyloft! You were particularly excited to see, you’ve seen the visuals in the game but seeing it right now, living in the moment? Felt perfect.

“Make yourself at home, Bazaar is in the centre of Skyloft so feel free to top up on items and potions” Sky smiles softly, “That sounds boring! What can you do on this tiny island?” Wind huffed as he looked around, despite Wind’s slight interest to check out the Bazaar he couldn’t help but feel the need to adventure again! A new place needs to be explored but a place this ‘tiny’?

“Well, I can show you my Loftwing.” Sky offered, Wind gasped. “Really?!” “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him so it’ll be good to go check up on him.” Sky looks over to you, “would you like to come?” You honestly would but you were exhausted, you wanted to sleep.

“No, I think I might head to the Academy to have a nap.” You informed earning a slight nod, “alright, we’ll be back” you watch as the two leave, Wind dragging the poor boy by the arm. You head towards the Academy.

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You were greeted by Sun, Sky’s Zelda. She was as kind and gentle as Sky described her to be, “You must be Y/n! It’s nice to meet you, Sky’s told me a whole lot about you in his letters” Sun chuckles which made you flushed a bit, ‘Sky writes about you in his letters?’

“All good things I hope?” You replied jokingly, “Of course, he’s very poetic with how he describes you” now you were curious.

“Oh! You’re probably wondering where you’ll be sleeping for the next few days, we’ve occupied some rooms for vacant so you all have a room however, someone will need to bunk with someone but it’s okay! You don’t get to, you’ll have a room all to yourself” Sun says sweetly, you were relieved at that fact but also disappointed, sure you’ll finally have your own sleeping space but you’ve grown accustomed to sleeping near Sky and embracing him in the night.

You shouldn’t ponder much on the thought, it’s only for a few days anyways.

You didn't realize how tired you really were! Once you had woken up from your nap it was dark time. You probably missed dinner but that's fine, you weren't hungry at the moment but your mouth was dry. You pick up your water bottle and tried to take a sip but it was empty, off to the kitchen.

You find yourself at the sink filling up your bottle and once it was filled you took a sip.

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"Mmm, Y/n?" You turn to see the one and only sleepyhead, Sky. "Sky, Why are you up?" You asked softly, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. "I can't sleep" "Why's that? You finally get to sleep by yourself again"

"Yeah, That's the problem"

That answer shocked you, mostly flustered you. "Problem? How?" "It's colder than usual, no matter how hard I try I can't stop thinking about having you close to me again" You had to contain the smile that was twitching to appear on your face.

You turn away from Sky, your back facing him as you close the lid. Either you’re dreaming right now or this is really happening, you never thought he would come clean like this and the fact he’s having trouble sleeping tonight because of you? Considering yourself a one of a kind!

You heard footsteps behind you and Sky had wrapped his arms around you lazily as he rest his head on your shoulders, “Please, come back to my room” Sky whispered gently in your ear causing a slight shiver to run up your spine.

“Well, at least let me get my things—“

“No, do that in the morning”

Sky hooks an arm under your leg and manages to hoist you into a bridal style carry as he walks back to his room.

He lays you back on his bed, he hops in the bed and tucks the blanket over top of you two, the softness of the blanket was a gently caress to your skin as you could already feel yourself feel lighter, feeling drowsy.

Sky’s arms wrap around your waist, lazily placed dropping on your body but you wouldn’t underestimate him, he’s stronger than he looks and he’ll yank you back if you stray too far.

“See how cold it was before? How could you let me go through the feeling of such loneliness and coldness” Sky pouts softly, “For Hylia’s sake, you’re the hero of Hyrule and you’ve already done that before we were forced into the predicament of sleeping together” you tease, booping his nose softly as you two had a light banter between the two of you.

You could tell he was tired, well normally you can but he was about to knock out soon. He plants a soft kiss to your forehead making you flush slightly. He decides to pull you in until your bodies are flush.

You couldn’t help but let out a small content sigh as you cuddled into him, you had to admit this was better than sleeping alone.

Bonus:

“So, who’s waking Sky up? I dibs not I did the last time.” Wind raises his hand as he calls himself out, he would fight against Ganon again instead of waking Sky up—Sheesh that boy gets so angry when woken up.

“Uh bad news, Y/n ain’t in her room..All her stuff has been left behind” Twilight says as he had a worried look plastered on his face.

“What? It’s only been a few hours, she couldn’t have been taken again.” Time muttered before he looked at everyone again. “Alright, Everyone scatter around, maybe she went on a stroll without telling one of us. Legend, you wake Sky up, he’ll know where all the hiding spots would be around here” with no further discussion everyone had left to find you.

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Legend grumbled as he walks to Sky’s room, first he had to bunk with none other than Wind himself who didn’t stop snoring. Remind him to never bunk with Wind again, now he has to wake Sky, just great.

“Hey Sky—“ Legend opens the door to see not just Sky but you as well, snuggling close to Sky’s chest as he had his arm lazily wrapped around you. Legend stares at the scene in front of him for a bit…

He ponders on his choices.

Get Wild to take a Photo and blackmail the both of you

Or

Be nice and—

Hell no, forget option two. Legend suffered a night so you both pay the consequences.

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Chapter Seven: Child Care 101

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“Children are not things to be molded but are people to be unfolded.”

“Just a walk around the block.” Steve said, leaning next to Aliah at the bar on the common floor of the tower.. “Maybe a bookstore. A street vendor. Just… the world.”

Aliah was sitting at the island, sipping on a Shirley Temple that Natasha had made for her. She perked up at the mention of “bookstore,” though she tried to hide it.

Natasha leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, mouth twitching like she was trying not to smirk.

“She’s not a puppy, Steve.”

“No offense, but she kind of acts like one.” He replied with a shrug. “Skittish. Sticks close to home base. Barks at strange appliances.”

“I don’t bark.” Aliah mumbled into her straw.

Wanda, standing beside the fridge, said nothing at first.

Steve continued, undeterred. “When I came out of the ice, it was overwhelming. Everything was too loud or too fast or… just too much. But it helped to see it. Piece by piece. Make a list of things I heard and didn’t understand.”

He looked to Aliah, his voice softening.

“Figured I could pay that forward.”

She smiled at him finally, a soft smile that she felt more seen. “That could be fun.”

Wanda finally spoke, measured and calm. “How long will you be gone?”

Steve glanced at the clock. “Couple hours? We’d stay in the city. Take it slow.”

“Would you stay away from crowded areas?”

“We’d avoid anything loud. I promise.”

“And you’ll keep an eye on her the whole time?”

“She won’t leave my line of sight.”

Wanda still didn’t nod. She wasn’t trying to be difficult.

She just… didn’t know how to let go.

“She’ll be fine.” Natasha cut in.

It wasn’t dismissive.

It was firm.

Like a line drawn in soft sand.

“She knows how to handle herself. You’ve seen her train.”

Wanda turned toward her. “That doesn’t mean she’s ready to go out alone with someone. Even someone we trust.”

“I’m not suggesting we drop her in the woods.” Natasha said. “It’s Steve. He carries moral compass snacks in his fanny pack.”

Steve raised a hand. “Confirmed.”

Aliah let out a small, honest laugh.

Wanda didn’t.

“She just got here.” Wanda said. “She’s still adjusting. We shouldn’t rush her into normal when she’s not–”

“She wants normal.” Natasha interrupted, quieter now. “You think she’s not adjusting, but I see the way she listens when people talk about weekend plans. About music. About street vendors and record stores.”

Wanda’s jaw tightened. “Wanting something and being ready for it aren’t the same.”

The silence that followed wasn’t long.

But it was heavy.

Aliah stopped sipping, and just played with the straw. “I want to go.”

Steve shifted slightly, glancing between the two women like he wasn’t sure whether to intervene or evaporate.

Wanda looked down at her hands.

When she finally spoke, it was quieter.

“I just don’t want you to get overwhelmed. You’ve already got so much to untangle–”

“I know.” Natasha said, voice softer now too. “But she doesn’t need a lock on the door. She needs to open it herself.”

And that was the line.

Not cruel. Not confrontational.

But enough.

Wanda stepped back slightly. Not in anger.

But like someone realizing the space between them had shifted.

Steve cleared his throat gently. “I’ll keep it low-key, if it’s okay.”

Wanda didn’t answer him right away. She just looked at Aliah.

And the girl looked back. Eyes wide. Hopeful. Quietly begging.

“Okay.” Wanda said at last.

And when Aliah lit up, just barely… Wanda’s chest ached.

Because the smile felt real again.

“C’mon kiddo, let’s learn about the world.” Steve stood and walked out with Aliah in tow.

She turned and waved to both women and smiled softly before heading to the stairs with Steve. It was another moment of trust for her. She trusted Wanda and Natasha, fully.

She trusted Steve and Sam because they’d helped her escape.

Clint was like an older brother to Natasha so by default, he was trusted.

Tony was weird, but she trusted him. To a point. He was just fun.

Fury was a wild card. He was two sides of a coin to Aliah, one side she trusted out of pure respect… the other was a challenge, she couldn’t read the other side.

She supposed that was his way of protecting himself. More respect.

That she understood.

The kitchen was too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind.

The kind that felt like everyone had left the room, even when they were still inside it.

Natasha stood at the counter, slowly drying the cup Aliah had left even though she’d already dried it twice. She wasn’t looking at Wanda. But she wasn’t avoiding her either. Just… waiting.

Wanda sat at the table, her untouched tea growing colder by the minute.

“They just left. They can’t explore New York in 10 minutes.” Natasha said casually.

Wanda nodded. Another sip not taken.

A long pause.

“You mad at me?”

The question was blunt, dropped like a rock into still water.

Wanda blinked. “No.”

Natasha set the dish down. “Okay.”

She picked up another one.

“I’m not.” Wanda repeated, sharper this time.

“You said you aren’t.” Natasha replied, calm.

“You asked.”

“I asked if you were mad. I didn’t accuse you of lying.”

Wanda inhaled like she was going to argue… but didn’t.

Because she didn’t know what she would say.

The tension wrapped itself around the room like steam. It wasn’t loud. But it was stifling.

“She’s not a project,” Wanda said finally, voice low. “She’s not something we just let go and see what happens.”

“I know.”

“She’s... she’s complicated.”

“We all are.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know that too.”

Wanda stood, suddenly unable to sit still. She crossed to the sink, then stopped halfway, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “She needs structure. Balance. A routine. She needs to get used to being here before she can even begin to worry about adjusting out there.”

Natasha said nothing.

Wanda continued, voice trembling just a little. “And now I’m standing here, and I don’t even know what part of this is mine. What I’m doing. Why I feel like I’m screwing it all up.”

Natasha dried her hands on a towel and turned to face her.

Her expression was unreadable.

But not unkind.

“You’re not screwing it up.” She said.

Wanda looked up. Her eyes were red. “I feel like I am.”

Natasha stepped closer. Not too close. But close enough that her presence filled the space between them.

“You’re not Vision.” She said gently. “Those words feel like his. Think about when you first came here with us. You wanted to know everything all at once. You didn’t listen to anyone.”

Wanda’s breath hitched.

“I’m not you. I can’t understand this.”

“No.” Natasha said. “You’re softer. But softer doesn’t mean weaker.”

Silence.

“I don’t want to lose her.” Wanda whispered.

“You won’t.”

“You sound so sure.”

Natasha tilted her head. “She already picked us, didn’t she?”

Wanda laughed… just once, broken and tired and too full of feeling.

She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan and looked at Natasha like she was seeing something for the first time.

Not danger. Not armor. Not even understanding.

Just the truth.

“How are you so… naturally good at this?” Wanda muttered.

Natasha smirked. “Don’t worry. I’m as surprised as you are.”

Lower Manhattan: New York

The city was quieter than Aliah expected.

Not literally… it was still New York, still full of honking cars and sidewalk shouting and music spilling out of shop windows like confetti. But somehow, it didn’t feel overwhelming.

Maybe because Steve walked like he belonged here. Like the noise couldn’t touch him.

And by extension, it couldn’t touch her either.

They started with Central Park.

Not the loudest parts, not the carriages or the runners or the strange man screaming at a bagel… but the outer edges. The tree lined paths. The winding walkways with benches that hadn’t seen fresh paint in decades.

Steve let her walk ahead if she wanted. Let her linger. Let her be quiet.

It wasn’t like the tower. It wasn’t like Hydra.

It was just... open.

“I used to come here when I first got out…” Steve said, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. “After the ice.”

Aliah raised an eyebrow. “Because it’s pretty?”

“Because it made sense.” He said. “Everything else was moving too fast. Phones, computers, holograms. This…” He nodded at the trees, the dogs, the wind “This moved at my pace.”

Aliah didn’t say anything.

But she understood.

“Captain America didn’t know how to order coffee.” He added after a beat.

That earned him a tiny smile.

“And I didn’t know how to use a microwave without blowing something up.”

“You?”

“Oh yeah. Full popcorn bag detonation. It was… humbling.”

Aliah laughed… short and sharp, like it snuck out before she could catch it.

Steve smiled.

It wasn’t much.

But it was a beginning.

After an hour or so, they cut through side streets and dipped into the shopping district. Steve had a few favorite spots… the kind of places that didn’t exist online. That smelled like old wood and too much personality.

“I thought maybe we could find you a couple things.” He said. “For your room.”

Aliah blinked. “I don’t really... need anything.”

He looked at her, serious but kind.

“Wanting isn’t the same as needing.”

The record store was warm and dust scented and full of things that hummed with history.

Vinyl sleeves lined the walls, stacked in tilted rows like the world’s most fragile library.

There was a listening station in the back, with soft chairs that looked like they’d swallowed entire generations of teenagers.

Steve didn’t lead her.

He just waited.

Aliah walked slowly, fingers grazing the edge of the bins.

She didn’t know most of the names.

She didn’t recognize the covers.

But the colors pulled her in. The fonts. The softness of the cardboard sleeves. The feeling that these songs had lived before her… and might live after.

She stopped at a section labeled Jazz and pulled out an album with a cover that looked like moonlight.

She held it up to him.

Steve nodded. “Solid choice.”

They spent almost an hour there.

She didn’t ask for help.

But when she hesitated, Steve offered soft suggestions.

The first time she had asked for something. Steve had gotten her anything she felt curious enough about to take back home.

Three records. One two jazz, and one with no label (she liked the mystery of it). An old record player, even though FRIDAY could play music in her room if she asked, Steve said it’s not the same.

She believed him.

Steve also got her a journal with silver embossing that she seemed to enjoy. To write her list. Things she wanted to do and learn about.

Two movies she had seen that she thought Wanda and Natasha would like to watch with her.

It wasn’t much, but it was a huge step for her. For everyone.

The first hurdle in becoming normal. Living like how she should have.

As they walked back toward the tower, the weight of the bag in her arms felt strangely satisfying.

Not heavy.

Just real.

Like she was allowed to carry things now. Like maybe the world wasn’t only a place that had built her.

Maybe it was a place she could belong to.

Steve didn’t say much on the walk back. Just carried the record player for her while she carried the thin bag.

He didn’t need to.

But just before they reached the tower, he looked over at her and said:

“You did good today. Maybe next time we’ll knock out some things on your list.”

And for the first time in a long time, Aliah believed it.

Wanda didn’t mean to hover outside the door.

But when the record started playing… low and crackling, warm as a fireplace, she didn’t move.

The sound was... soft. Sad, almost. A saxophone wailing like it remembered something it couldn’t forget. And underneath it, laughter.

Not loud. Not unguarded.

But real.

Wanda stepped forward.

Aliah was inside, crouched beside the little turntable on the desk, gently adjusting the needle like it was made of glass.

Natasha sat cross legged on the bed, flipping through a small stack of old DVDs with a grin like she’d just found a relic.

Wanda cleared her throat.

Aliah turned. And she smiled. “Come in.”

Two words.

Simple.

But Wanda’s chest tightened like someone had pulled a string.

She crossed the threshold slowly, eyes scanning the room… the soft glow of string lights Natasha must’ve found and helped string up, the new journal on the nightstand, the still glowing price tag half peeled from the record player’s corner.

It started to look like someone lived here.

“Well looks like someone had a fun day out with Steve.”

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, just barely.

Natasha handed her a DVD case.

“‘Gremlins.’ Classic.” She said. “I made Steve swear this wasn’t a trap.”

Wanda smiled. “Where did you even find this?”

“Downtown. Antique chaos. She picked it.”

Aliah beamed, then ducked her head like it was too much to hold.

The music shifted, slower now, dreamy.

Wanda glanced toward the record player, watching the vinyl spin.

“Do you like it?” She asked.

Aliah nodded. “It’s scratchy. But I like the scratch. Steve said listening to them this way was better.”

Wanda’s breath caught. “I used to say that about my mother’s records.”

Aliah looked up at her. Their eyes met.

And for the first time in days, it felt like something settled between them. Like a door that had been locked from the inside finally cracked open.

“Could we listen to them sometime?” Aliah asked.

Wanda’s heart swelled. “I’d love to.”

They sat together on the rug, cross legged, knees nearly touching.

Natasha stayed on the bed… silent now, watching with something close to pride and something closer to restraint.

The record hummed on.

The room was warm.

And for a moment, Wanda felt something she hadn’t felt in weeks.

Present.

Aliah leaned over and grabbed the journal from her nightstand.

“I found this too.” She said, flipping it open. “It smells like dust and paper and... something old. Like a spellbook.”

Wanda grinned. “That’s the best kind.”

Aliah held it out. “I started making a list, like Steve. Things I heard around the city and things I want to learn about.”

And just like that, the ache returned.

Not because of Aliah.

But because it felt like something more than trust. To be shown the things the young girl wanted to know. An inside to her mind.

Wanda opened the journal with a soft smile.

Vintage stores, more old stuff.The era of swing dancing (Steve said 40’s)Movie theatersHot dogs?More parksPlants? (Fred is lonely)

“I think I want to find some plants of my own. Tasha said you found Fred, and I wanted to know if you would take me to find a few for in here?” Aliah said, smiling at Wanda still.

“Of course. He does seem a bit lonely, doesn’t he?”

The last time Wanda had felt this seen, this naturally in tune… was in a world she had built out of grief.

And it terrified her to realize:

This wasn’t built.

This was real

And it only seemed to happen… when Vision wasn’t in the room.

She blinked, hard. And Aliah was still there. Still smiling.

Still asking her to stay. To be in her life.

Wanda closed the book, setting it back on the nightstand with care. Aliah went back to enjoying the music in the room.

Suddenly she realized that she didn’t need to worry about how to care for this young girl.

She could do that all herself. She just needed guidance.

Aliah wanted her there. If she needed help, she’d ask for it.

That was enough.

She didn’t need a spreadsheet of how to care for a traumatized child. A 101 book for being a parent to a child you never knew you had.

She chuckled softly at the thought. Was there a book for that?

After a few hours of spending time in Aliah’s room. Helping her set up the few things she had found, to personalize her space. Aliah had fallen asleep on Wanda, the green bear she’d simply named ‘Bear’, wrapped in her arms.

It was peaceful.

Her girl in her arms and Natasha by her side, grabbing the little bits of laundry the girl had to wash later.

They’d have to take her to find her own clothes later.

Her fingers curled around the edge of her sleeve as she reached her door.

It slid open automatically. Vision was already inside.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, posture perfect, reading something from a slim holographic screen.

When he looked up, he smiled.

Soft. Polite.

“You were gone longer than expected.” He said.

Wanda nodded. “We were relaxing. Listening to music.”

“That sounds pleasant.”

“It was.”

A pause.

He stood, walking toward her with a gentleness that always felt choreographed… not wrong, just... deliberate.

“I found a new recipe we might try for breakfast tomorrow. It involves wild berries and nutrient balanced oats. Good for getting Aliah her proteins for training.”

Wanda smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “That sounds nice.”

He stepped closer, brushing a hand against her arm. “Are you okay?”

She hesitated. Then nodded. “Of course.”

Vision’s hand stayed against her skin.

It was warm.

Familiar.

But Wanda didn’t lean into it.

She just stood there, held by something that used to feel like love.

And now it felt like a memory.

Later, he powered down beside her… soft glow beneath his skin, low hum like a lullaby.

Wanda lay still, facing the ceiling, one hand pressed lightly over her heart like she was trying to quiet something.

She wasn’t tired. She wasn’t calm.

She was… floating.

Drifting just outside the edges of the life she thought she wanted.

Down the hallway, faint through the walls, she heard it.

Laughter. Muffled. Light.

Aliah.

Natasha.

It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t built.

It was theirs.

And Wanda realized. She didn’t know how to ask if there was room for her in it.

She closed her eyes.

Not to sleep.

Just to stop looking at the ceiling.

“Start small.”

She could still hear it. The music, now quiet. Natasha’s voice, low and teasing. Aliah’s laughter… not constant, but real.

She sat up.

The sheets whispered around her.

Vision didn’t stir.

Of course he didn’t.

Wanda slipped on her sweater and padded barefoot down the hallway, her fingers trembling as she brushed against the cool wall for balance.

She wasn’t sure what she’d say.

Or if this would ruin the delicate thing that had just started to grow.

But she couldn’t stay in that room another second and pretend like she wasn’t aching to be part of something again.

Something real.

The door to Aliah’s room was ajar.

Light spilled through the crack… golden, soft, woven with the distant crackle of a spinning record.

She paused.

Took a breath.

Then knocked once, quietly.

Natasha opened the door halfway, eyebrows raising in surprise.

Wanda’s voice caught, then cleared. “I… couldn’t sleep. Mind if I join you two?”

Natasha’s expression didn’t shift, but something about it softened. Without a word, she stepped aside.

Inside, Aliah was curled in the middle of the bed, feet tucked under a blanket, half laughing at something on the screen.

She looked up and blinked.

“Hi. Wanda, have you seen this yet?” she asked… no hesitation, just warmth.

Wanda smiled. “Gremlins? I can’t say that I have.”

She moved to the other side of the bed… slow, careful, and sat down like she wasn’t sure the floor wouldn’t fall out from under her.

It didn’t.

The blanket shifted.

Aliah scooted just enough to let her in.

Not a dramatic gesture.

Not an invitation.

Just… space.

“It’s really funny. Steve said it was scary, but I really think he’s just old.”

Natasha climbed back into her chair, arms crossed behind her head, smirking at the movie.

Wanda leaned back against the pillow.

Onscreen, a bunch of small, gross, little menaces are wreaking havoc in a bar.

Aliah laughed again.

Wanda did too.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t perfect.

But it was hers.

This was family. This was what she had wanted.

How long until she wants to admit it, is a different problem she needs to solve.

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Hii I love your writing! Could you do friends with benefits with Buck

7. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

prompt used: “We need to talk about last night.”

cw: MDNI (18+) nipple play

word count: 2k

You found yourself standing outside Buck’s apartment for the third night in a row. As soon as you got off work, you made a beeline for his building. You don’t know how your arrangement started, but the two of you had gotten into such a rhythm that it all was becoming second nature. The second that either of you got off work, you go to the other’s apartment and find yourself getting tangled up in the sheets for hours until it was time to go to sleep.

The cycle repeated itself so often that you didn’t even have to think about where you were going when it was time to go to his. You had gone there so often that someone could have blindfolded you and you could have easily given them directions on how to get there. The same went for his apartment. Not that there was much in it anyway.

You looked down at the wine bottle in your hands, wondering if he was going to like it. You knew that it was his favorite, but now you were second guessing it. For once, your stomach was fluttering with butterflies and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Why were you nervous?

The door opened and you put on your brightest smile as you held the wine out to Buck who took it, a smile appearing on his face as the label. He grabbed onto your waist and pulled you inside, letting the door slam behind you. He pushed you against it and pressed his lips to yours hungrily, like he was fully prepared to absolutely devour you.

He grabbed hold of your wrists and pinned them to the door above your head as he licked into your mouth, letting it roam around it, almost as if he was searching for something specific.

“Did you wear this to work?” He asked, referring to the very transparent top you were wearing. He could see your bra perfectly and didn’t think that was something you were allowed to wear at your job.

“No,” you replied in between kisses. “Changed into it in the car.” He thought it was hot that you got dress just for him.

“Well, as hot as it looks on you, I think it would look a lot better on the floor.” He always had a way with words, always able to make you melt with his filthy mouth. He looked so sweet and innocent, but as soon as you were safe inside one of your apartments, he would turn the dirty talk up to an eleven, always able to leave you speechless.

“I agree.” He let your wrists go and you kept your arms up as he lifted your shirt up over your head in one swift move. The shirt fell to the floor in a messy heap as Buck stared down at your black lacy bra, his fingers reaching up to touch the lace that was attached to the cup.

Buck pulled you away from the door, pressing lips to your chest, peppering it in kisses before moving to the spot right above your breast, giving it a suck. You let out a moan and he took that as an invitation to continue, licking and sucking, loving how he could make you come absolutely undone just from his lips on your skin.

“Yeah? You like that, hm?” He asked against your skin. “Wanna be a little louder for me?” His hand moved to unhook your bra and he let it fall to the floor as he backed you up to the island, leaning you over it so he had better access to your tits. He took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a rough suck, causing you to moan louder than before, giving him exactly what he wanted. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot as you moved your hands up his shirt, leaving scratches down his back as a sign that you were enjoying yourself.

Just as you were about to let out another moan, there was a knock at the door, causing you both to paused, your heads turning to the door then back to each other.

“I thought you said you were free tonight,” you whispered.

“I thought I was. I didn’t invite anyone over, I swear. Get dressed and I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” Buck slowly made his way to the door as you hurried, waiting until you were dressed to open the door to see…Eddie. He hadn’t remembered inviting him over-oh right! They were going to watch a movie and he had completely forgotten.

“Hey, man,” Buck smiled as he took in the man on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” Eddie replied, immediately noticing that Buck was acting weird. Well, more weird than usual. He looked out of breath and his hair was all a mess. Did he…did he have someone over?

Eddie stepped inside with a six pack of beer and couldn’t help but notice the bottle of wine on the table next to the door. He then caught sight of you and nodded to himself as he set the beer down.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I completely forgot.”

“No worries,” he shook his head. The plan wasn’t exactly set in stone, so there was no reason for him to be upset. He stepped closer to you with a bright smile on his face.

“Oh, Eddie, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” Girlfriend? Since when had Buck been seeing anyone? And since when were you Buck’s girlfriend? You were convinced that you just had a friends with benefits kind of thing going on.

“Nice to meet you,” Eddie put his hand out to shake and you took it with a smile.

“You too,” you responded. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“That’s funny, because I’ve heard nothing about you,” Eddie turned to Buck with a glare. He thought their friendship was important enough for Buck to tell him when he was seeing someone.

“Oh, well,” you chuckled nervously. “We were just waiting until we made things official,” you reached out for Buck’s hand and pulled him over to you. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“Don’t worry about it. We can take a rain check. You guys have a nice night.” Eddie winked as he took his beer and turned towards the door. Seeing the way that Buck looked at you, Eddie could tell that he was in love. And that was what Buck deserved. Everyone was leaving him and Eddie wasn’t going to let a silly mix up be the reason for your breakup.

He wanted Buck to be happy and he seemed to be that with you. The happiest Eddie had seen him in a while. He had completely forgotten that he could smile. He seemed to be nothing but bitter since he last break up and Eddie was happy that he finally found someone who would hopefully stick.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked, pushing Buck away from you as soon as Eddie shut the door. How could he just introduce you as his girlfriend when you were nothing of the sort?

“I-I’m sorry, I panicked.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, Buck,” you crossed your arms over your chest. But both of you wanted you to be his girlfriend, but neither of you would be the first to admit that. Because this whole arrangement wasn’t supposed to include feelings and you broke the rules, by falling for each other.

“I know that, and I-”

“Save it,” you held your hand up to stop him before grabbing your purse and the wine. You didn’t know why you were so upset with him. Maybe it was because you never would actually be his girlfriend. You would always be the girl he would invite into his sheets and never the one he would introduce to his parents.

You rushed out the door and hurried to the elevator, waiting for Buck to chase after you, but he never did. And that said all you needed to know. Once again, you were falling for someone who didn’t posses feelings for you and now your were embarrassed for the thousandth time. You took one last glance at his door then lowered your head as the elevator doors opened, getting on it and letting it take you to the parking garage. Now you could never show Buck your face ever again.

-

You woke up to a pounding sound on your door which matched what you were feeling in your head. After you had gotten home, you downed the entire bottle of wine, trying to get drunk enough to forget the whole night. You then fell asleep on your couch, waking up to someone clearly wanting to speak to you with the way they were knocking on the door so hard.

You rolled off the couch and trudged to the door, ripping it open to tell whoever it was to get lost. Your eyes widened as they laid on…Buck? You slammed the door in his face and leaned against, panicking as your heart pounded in your chest.

You then turned around and opened it again, hoping that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and that he wasn’t actually there. It just had to be a hungover hallucination.

And to your surprise, he was still there. Standing on the other side with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He hadn’t even changed out of what he had worn to bed. That was how desperate he was to see you.

“What do you want?” You asked with a grumble.

“Can I come in?” He asked with a hopeful smile and you couldn’t help but give in, his bright blue eyes always making you want to listen to whatever he was telling you to do.

“If you must,” you moved to the side, letting him in. “Do you want some coffee?” You asked as you made your way to your fridge, pulling out a bottle of cold brew and some creamer.

“No thanks, this will be quick.” He moved to stand next to you, staring right at you when he said his next words. “We need to talk both last night.”

“No thanks,” you shook your head as you grabbed a glass from the cabinet above you. You then poured some coffee into it. “I’d rather not relive the embarrassment.”

“Embarrassment? What are you talking about?”

“God, do I have to spell it out for you, Buckley?” You thought your feelings for him were obvious. But apparently not since he was looking at you confused.

“Yes! Please! Because clearly, I’m lost!” You had never seen him so angry, especially not towards you. He was always so sweet and now you had angered him.

“Fine!” You put the coffee and creamer away, slamming the fridge door once you were done. You then turned to Buck, feeling everything you had ever felt for him rise to the surface.

“You wanna know why I was so upset? Because I love you, Buck!” You hadn’t meant to admit it, but it was already out in the air so you had no choice but to own it. “I love you and watching you lie to your best friend about me being your girlfriend hurt, because all I’ve ever been to you is someone who you invite over when you need a fuck. I’ve tried to make it clear how I feel, but clearly you don’t feel the same way, so I think it’s best if we put and end to whatever this is and you leave.”

You turned to head to your room to get ready for work, but Buck grabbed hold of your wrist, turning you around to face him. His hands moved to your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“The only reason why I told Eddie that you were my girlfriend was because I panicked. I’m not ashamed of you at all. And I don’t see you as just another fuck. I-I want you and I’m sorry that I wasn’t honest with you from the beginning.”

“You want me?”

“Yes,” he breathed, leaning forward so that his lips brushed yours. “All of you. So will you be mine?”

“As long as your mine.” Buck pulled you into a kiss, smiling into it because after months and months of wanting to be yours, he finally was. And you were his right back.

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Plinthed

Written By: SparkArrester

     Edward sat in the works, alone. Well, not alone, for it was the middle of the day and the workmen were busy with the usual goings on. Too busy to really pay him much notice. He didn’t really mind, as it left him able to rest comfortably without men poking and prodding at him. As comfortable as he could, at least, after his incident. He had brought a heavy train home during a thunderstorm, all while his left siderod was lodged in his running board. He had to run as a single, slipping and sliding all the way from the branchline to the big station. Now, he was waiting on repairs to go back in service. The new diesel, BoCo couldn’t do it on his own, and besides, he needed help to keep the twins in line, didn’t he?

As Edward was dozing, he heard the crunch of shoes on ballast coming towards him, and opened his eyes. It was the Fat Controller, and Edward watched as he shooed away the CME and walked up in front of him.

“Good Morning, Sir”, Smiled Edward, “Here for a visit?”

“Indeed.” Replied The Fat Controller, in a rather neutral tone, “Just check up on what is happening, and for you, of course.”

“Me?” Said Edward, “Well, I’m doing fine so far, but I’ll be even better once I’m back in steam! I’m sure the twins miss me, and I shan’t leave BoCo on his own.”

Edward noticed the slight change of expression on the Fat Controller’s face, but kept up his smile.

“Is everything alright, sir?”

“Well…” Replied The Fat Controller, before taking a breath and going back to his neutral tone, “I have something I’d like to tell you. Something important.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well, Edward, you… you’re one of the most experienced engines on this island, and what happened yesterday, well, it was very admirable, getting those people home in your condition. Your boiler ticket is about to run out as well, so I’ve been thinking…”

While the Fat Controller was taking, Edward smile slowly morphed into a frown, but he held off speaking until-

“How would you like to… retire?”

“...what?”

The Fat Controller braced himself, especially at Edward’s expression, but he steeled himself, and pressed onwards.

“We can fix you up cosmetically, and we can place you somewhere that you’ll always have others to talk to! Like the big station! The passengers and engines, especially the young engines, will all benefit with you around, like that old engine from Barrow!”

That just seemed to make the expression on Edward’s face worse.

“Erm, well, look Edward, I think that-”

“N-No.”

“... I’m sorry?”

Both engine and controller were startled, Edward the most. He couldn’t even remember the last time he denied his controller something, but he went through with it regardless.

“Sir, I… I don’t want to be taken out of service, I don’t want to be plinthed and be one big useless ornament taking up place in a station or on a siding. I want to be working, with my friends, pulling trains and being worth something, not just the useless thing someone has to clean whenever they need disciplining.”

The Fat Controller stared wide-eyed at Edward, but let him continue.

“And I know that trains are getting heavier, and I know that my age is very much catching up with me, but I can’t stop now. I won’t stop now. I’m not ready for retirement, and I don’t know if I ever will be. I’m… I'm sorry. If that, well, If that upsets any plans you have.”

They both sat in silence for only a few minutes, but it felt like forever. It took every ounce of nerve Edward had to keep going, and not simply apologize and go along with whatever The Fat Controller had planned for him. He was struck by the thought of what his friends would do if they had heard. The big engines had always said he was meant for retirement sooner rather than later (well Gordon mostly, and he wasn’t too sure on where they stood these days), but he was certain that the tank engines would cause a ruckus at least. Though, while they weren’t as old as him, they weren’t exactly the picture of modernity themselves, were they? However any more thoughts on that were cut off as The Fat Controller spoke.

“Alright.” He said, quite easily. Edward blinked.

“Really?” He said, mouth agape, “Just like that?”

“Well…” Said The Fat Controller, giving a proper smile, “If you’d like to keep serving your railway, who am I to stop you? Your knowledge would be more useful on the rails than on a plinth. I’ll see about moving you from cosmetic repairs to a full overhaul, at once.”

“I-I… Thank you, sir!”

“It’s no bother.”

And with that, The Fat Controller turned on his heel, and walked away.

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Idk which pirate crew to choose but what about a fem ghost child who lives on an island or ship. Their pretty lonely since they died alone and all they want is a family. So when a pirate crew shows up she kinda tries to keep them from leaving. Kinda angsty? Maybe the crew ends up adopting her??

Hunger and Solitude (Brook x f!child!ghost!reader x Sanji)

A/N y’all I cooked right here, I ‘ll be homest when I read this I was like UM BROOK 100% but then I was like thinking of the plot and the backround of Reader for the story and I was like I need Sanji here. This story is more on the heavy side and unlike my other ones this is not the squealing like a little kid type as it includes themes of death and starvation but just as wholesome in my opinion

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Brook found himself walking around the cabin his crew had ended up in, attempting to take shelter from a snowstorm that raged on the island they were visiting.

The abandoned cabin, if one could call it that, didn’t seem abandoned at all; it seemed weird to the skeleton. Usually, he would be against abandoned places, lest they find a ghost or other undead beings, but this place seemed taken care of; everything was in order, no dust, no cobwebs, no roof caving in on itself; it seemed like a typical house, but yet not a soul could be found.

“Brook, you noticed it too, right?” Sanji says, walking up to him, the usual cigarettes resting between his lips

“Yes, this place… it’s abandoned, and there isn’t anyone here or around, yet this place is immaculate,” he replies, glancing around the room

“There has to be someone here,” The chef concludes

Dokucha looked down at the two men, studying them from the rafters up above

Brook paused at the sound of a childish giggle, slowly looking up and spotting a small girl looking back at him

“…”

“…”

“A GHOST!” He cries, pulling out his sword from the cane

“You’re a skeleton!” Sanji hollers back at him, annoyed

“Stop!”

Brook stills for a second, taking over the ghost that was, at this point, in front of them

“You’re a child…”

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay; we have no intentions of hurting you,” Sanji said, kneeling down to her level and trying to ease her down

Brook sheaths his sword once again. He looked around once again, still perplexed at this place

“You live here, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said, sniffling

“Where are your Parents?” he asked, despite deep down already knowing the answer

“They all died, rain never came, and food ran out.“ she cried

“I stayed, but I saw momma starve, I saw papa starve, and no one came back.”

Brook and Sanji, both still at that, memories both flooding their minds at the story of the small girl

“So you stayed here, alone, by yourself, all by yourself,” Brook muttered

“I am deeply sorry, little Madam; I know the feeling very well.”

After the words had been spoken a sudden chill filled the air, snow beginning to blast around them as white began to cover the room they stood in

Sanji looks up at the spectable and back down at the girl, quick to understand the connection between the two

“Shut up! You don’t, you don’t know what it feels like!” She screams, eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with both fury and pain

“Yes, I do,” The skeleton spoke

“LIAR” she growled as hail began to fall around them

“I cannot relate to starving to death, but I can relate to having to watch everyone around you die while you remain.”

“You’re lying!.” She hisses

“I am not lying to you, Madam,” He says calmly

“My whole crew died in front of me.”

The raging storm around them begins to lessen around them at the comment, furious winds going down to a cold breeze brushing against them as the girl stared wide eyes at the swordsman

“T-they died?” she said, stepping closer to the skeleton

“They did.”

She walks towards him

“But you stayed? Alone?”

“I did.”

With that the wind around them stilled, the snow that pelted them before now falling melancholically from the ceiling

“It hurts…” she cries

“I know, little Madam,” he says, opening his arms, signaling her to come closer

She runs to him, sobbing in his arms

“I miss Mama; I miss Papa!”

Brook wraps his embrace around the young girl, slowly rocking her back and forth

“Don’t cry; it will be okay. “

She turned her head to look at the blond man

“Did you stay behind, too?” She asked between her sobs and hacks

“Not quite,” Sanji replies

“I… I know what it is to starve, however,” He said, putting his hand over her head

“I got washed to an uninhabitable land with…my father. Our resources eventually ran out. I had thought father had more food and went after him only to find out he had given his rations to me, and he had taken to eat his own leg to survive.”

“It hurt so much, the pangs, I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t get up,” she weeped

“I know…im sorry, i’m sorry” he whispered

“Little Madam, this snowstorm, it’s your doing, isn’t it?” Brook replied, sitting down with Sanji and Dokucha next to him; once the girl had calmed down

“It is…I’m sorry I kept Mister Brook and Mister Sanji and their friends here, but… it’s been so long since I saw someone, and I got excited, but you were about to leave, and I … I didn’t want to be alone again.”

“Don’t apologize. Your intentions were not to hurt us, and I’m grateful because we got to meet you,” Sanji replies to the little girl

“How long have you been living here by yourself?” Brook asked curious

She shrugs

“A long time”

Sanji and Brook glanced at each other; at that moment, the two men had silently agreed to something; they were not leaving this place without the girl

“Dokucha, why don’t you come with us?” asked Sanji

“Come with you?”

Sanji nods. “Yes, you know a ship? Where we all live. A ship with a nice kitchen, and plenty of others that will always look out for you”

“You want me?”

“Of course!” Brook says, reaching out his hand toward her

“Come on, you're not staying.”

“You will love our Captain, you know? He won’t leave without you either.”

“Are you sure?”

The two men nodded with a smile on their face

“Of course, of course! Now, come on! Yohohoho,” Brook said, standing up, grabbing the girl, throwing her in the air, and laughing further when the girl let out an airy string of elated giggles at the action

“We won’t let you be alone anymore.”

“And I will never let you be hungry ever again, you hear?”

“Thank you, Misters, Thank you!” she cried, hugging the skeleton’s neck, more tears cascading down her eyes at the turn of events

“I have never been happier than I am now,” she confesses

“Yohohoho, I know that feeling as well, little Madam!”

“Don’t cry, and don’t worry, if you ever feel alone, if you ever feel lonely, you can always come and talk to us, alright?” He says to her

“The crew and us will always make some time for you, so you won’t be alone again.”

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go (18+) - Masterpost

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, drama, eventual smut, fluff. 

Warnings: mentions of infidelity, mentions of cheating, broken relationship, reader is suffering so bad, pining, more will be added to each part. 

Word count: will be mentioned in each part. 476 for the prologue.

Listened to: Where Do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction

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Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: First of all, Happy birthday to Jungkook. Secondly, I finally grew enough balls to start another legit series after a damn year. And obviously it had to be angst. Hope you guys like this attempt of mine.

Disclaimers: Pictures are taken from Pinterest.

Chapters:- 

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

Drabbles: Daydream, Incognito

Prologue under cut

“No. No. This is not true. This is not true.” Your murmur under your breath. Clenching your phone hard, you try to keep your breathing stable. 

“Calvin Kline Ambassador Jeon Jungkook is rumored to be dating actress Han Jiwon.” you read the headline again and then dive into the article. It explains how your boyfriend had been seen leaving his hotel with one of the most popular actresses of the industry. 

There is no mistake, it is Jungkook indeed. You would recognize his bunny features even in your deep sleep, no matter how many hats and masks he uses to conceal his identity. In the picture, he is tightly grasping the hands of the actress as both of them are caught by the camera. 

The picture was probably taken last month during Jungkook’s overseas schedule. He didn’t mention having a “friend” over there. He never mentioned anything about meeting Jiwon there. But again, he hardly ever mentions anything anymore. 

You put your phone upside down. Inhaling a deep breath, you shut your eyes. 

Your body feels heavy, your heart twists in a fear of uncovering a truth that will leave you broken, will leave you stranded on a lonely island all by yourself. 

You knew he was changing, you knew he was drifting apart, you know he doesn’t look at you with the same glint in his eyes. You know it all and yet you kept your fingers crossed. 

A tear rolls down your cheek and you gulp the lump that formed in your throat overtime. 

The door lock chimes in signaling someone has just punched the key-code. You know who it is but you stay in your place, eyes closed. 

Soft thud of foot-steps echo in your otherwise silent apartment. You still don’t budge. 

He slowly walks closer to your body, stands right beside you, and places a hand on your shoulder. 

“It is not what you think it is, Y/N” Jungkook speaks with a barely audible voice. 

“I know.” you reply while standing up from your seat. 

“I didn’t cheat.” he explains again. 

You come face to face with him. His face bears no sign of discomfort, pain or guilt. It’s just… blank. His eyes are so blank that you think he is actually sorry for not cheating on you. 

“I know.” you offer again. Walking forward towards your boyfriend, you wrap him in your embrace but… he doesn’t hug you back immediately. 

When he places his hands flat on your back, not totally wrapping you up the way he used to, you know it. You know it’s gone. 

The familiarity of his warmth, his scent, the feeling of being home, is gone. Even if your body is touching his, you know he is actually miles and miles away from you. And you have doubts if he is ever going to return or not.

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Hello, I’ve loved seeing all of your One Piece content recently! Could I request a Sanji and a fellow straw hat reader who recently got married? I saw something recently about how once Sanji gets married, there would come a moment where someone would call ‘Vinsmoke’ and both would turn their heads and it would just cause Sanji to get emotional because he finally shares a last name with someone who doesn’t see him as worthless. Someone who instead looks at him like he single-handedly placed every star in the sky. If you don’t end up writing this that’s alright, I at least wanted to share this little scenario.

Vinsmoke | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 600

Genre: Fluff, minor angst?

A/n: *laughs in still haven't read past Ch. 526* Hey there requester <3 Firstly, I'm happy to hear you enjoy my writing! Thank you so much for this absolutely lovely request. You actually requested it when they were closed but I found it too cute and wanted to write it– even though I haven't reached that part in the manga yet. But, I wrote based on the things I learnt from fanfics (and whatever I got spoiled about, lol) so this might be inaccurate? I would have loved to expand but I need to know the entire backstory properly before I could do that TT Still, I had a fun time writing this cute drabble! Hope you enjoy it ♡

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Sanji woke up to the most beautiful sight in his entire life– you lying next to him, curled up against his chest from where he could see your hair spilling over the pillow and your relaxed face. This was the sight he was going to wake up every day to, from now on, and the thought of it made him feel like the most blessed man on Earth.

You shifted a little, burrowing closer into him, as if you two were already sticking to each other. He could feel your skin on his own, reminders of the night before but all he could feel at the moment was overwhelming love. He couldn't hold back when he saw your hand with a ring come up to lie above his heart. The choked off sound he let out woke you up, and you looked up at him with sleepy puffy eyes.

"Sanji…?" You mumbled, humming in contentment when he wrapped you up in his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my love," he said quietly, gathering you into his arms, his own wedding band grazing your back as he did so. You shivered at the sudden cold touch but looked at him with dopey eyes full of so much love that he felt blinded. "Just thinking of how lucky I am."

The two of you eventually rolled out of the hotel bed and got ready to leave for your trip. You were on your honeymoon, a week long trip to a famous vacation island that had a lot of fun activities. Sanji had gotten ready first and gone down to the lobby to discuss something with the staff. You hurried up and joined him there after you had made sure that all the marks he left on you were hidden well under your clothes. You were not embarrassed by them – but you were also a private person who preferred to keep certain things to yourself. The love Sanji made to you was something no one else has to see or know. It was something just for you to experience.

You checked out at the reception since you had the room key and were about to make your way to Sanji when the hotel staff behind you suddenly called out, "Vinsmoke-san?"

"Yes?" You turned around automatically, feeling a little giddy. You had been preparing for this ever since Sanji proposed to you. To be called by his name, to be called his…

You didn't notice Sanji's reaction because of your own thoughts. The blonde had turned to answer the call only to be left dumbfounded when he realised the staff had called for you. You, who were now Vinsmoke (Y/n), had replied back with so much ease, like you had been answering to it your whole life.

And it was like someone had pulled his heart out of his chest and clenched it– it was both painful and pleasing to him that you were a Vinsmoke now. The first one to always be by his side, the first one to protect him even though he was clearly no longer the weak boy he once was. The first one to look at him like he hung the stars in the sky, the first one to love and accept him for who he was– you were now his first, real family. The family he had chosen and started. The family who loved him.

"Sanji?" Your concerned voice jolted him out of his thoughts and he blinked, feeling his eyes wet suddenly. His face was cradled gently in your soft hands as you looked up at him, silently asking him why he was about to cry. "What got you like this?"

Sanji swallowed the heavy lump he could feel in his throat, like his emotions had turned into a ball and were trying to come up his throat. He blinked away the last vestiges of his tears, instead wrapping you up in his arms again.

"You being mine now," he whispered, knocking his forehead gently against yours. His clear blue eyes looked straight into yours as he added, "In heart, mind, name and life."

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[sturnswrites]

terms and conditions - pt.3

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

⤳ you move in with the triplets after losing your apartment prompting a "roommate agreement". after having a tricky relationship with matt, some of the rules begin to blur.

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The adjustment period was over. By now, you’d fallen into a rhythm in the house, learning to dodge the relentless pranks and boisterous outbursts. The chaos no longer felt overwhelming—it felt oddly comforting.

But then there was Matt.

You knew he was always quieter and less outgoing than his brothers. But when you were around he was even quieter than usual, more reserved, but you were starting to notice the subtleties in him. The way he’d lean against the counter, sipping a drink, his eyes scanning the room like he was both in his head and completely aware of everything at once. The way his lip would quirk up at the corner when someone said something sarcastic.

And then there were the moments that didn’t seem like Matt at all—the softer ones. Like how you’d open the fridge late at night and find a plate of leftovers from dinner, covered neatly in plastic wrap with a sticky note scrawled in his familiar handwriting: "Don’t forget to eat."

It was nothing, really. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

But the nothingness started to pile up into something that tugged at the edges of your mind more than you’d care to admit.

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It was another average night, almost midnight when you wandered downstairs, your stomach growling, per usual. The house was unusually quiet, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound as you padded into the kitchen.

You opened the fridge, and there it was—a Tupperware container of cut-up fruit and a bag of chips with another note in Matt’s sharp handwriting: "For whoever gets hungry after midnight."

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head. Of course, it wasn’t labeled for you specifically, but no one else in this house cared enough to do this kind of thing.

You were halfway through the container of fruit when Matt’s voice broke the silence behind you.

“You always eat standing up?”

You jumped, spinning around to find him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and his eyes flicking from the fruit in your hand to your startled expression.

“Well, I didn’t know I’d have an audience,” you said, trying to play it cool.

Matt smirked, stepping closer until he was standing across the island from you. His hair was messy, his hoodie loose around his shoulders, but his gaze was sharp, a quiet intensity that made your pulse quicken.

“Didn’t think you’d be up this late,” you added, popping another piece of fruit into your mouth, desperate to fill the silence.

“I don’t sleep much,” he replied casually, though his eyes lingered on you longer than they probably should have.

You tried to focus on the fruit, but the way he was watching you was making it impossible. Finally, you blurted out, “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you sure leave a lot of snacks.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” you teased, leaning slightly over the island. “Maybe you’re trying to impress me or something.”

His smirk widened, but there was something else in his expression now—something darker, heavier. He stepped around the island, closing the distance between us until he was so close you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Impress you?” he repeated, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. His eyes flicked to your lips for a brief moment before meeting your gaze again.

“If I wanted to impress you,” he murmured, his tone dripping with suggestion, “I’d be doing a hell of a lot more than just leaving snacks in the fridge.”

Your breath hitched, the air between the two of you charged and impossibly thick. For a moment, you thought he might actually close the gap, and the idea both thrilled and terrified you.

But then he pulled back, smirking as if nothing had happened. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm as he turned and walked down the hall, leaving you standing there, speechless.

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The next day passed in a haze, Matt’s words echoing in your mind at the most inconvenient moments. You were so preoccupied that you barely noticed Chris and Nick leaving in the afternoon, off to run some errand or another.

The house was eerily quiet when you got a call that sent your mood spiraling. It was nothing catastrophic, just a collection of bad news piling on top of a bad week. By the time you hung up, you felt completely drained, the weight of everything pressing against your chest.

You were curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, when Matt appeared in the doorway. He hesitated, his usual confidence replaced with something softer.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

You shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak.

Matt walked over and sat down beside you, keeping a respectable distance but close enough that you could feel his presence. “What happened?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. Just a bad day.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just nodded, his gaze fixed on the TV. After a moment, he reached over and grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch, tossing it over your shoulders.

You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “Thanks,” you murmured.

“You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.

You turned to look at him, and for a second, everything else faded away. His usual guarded expression was gone, replaced by something raw and unfiltered. It was a side of him you weren't used to seeing, and it made your chest ache in a way you didn’t understand.

“Thanks, Matt,” you said softly, and you meant it.

He gave you a small nod, his hand lingering on the edge of the blanket for a moment before he pulled away. The moment passed quickly, but it left a mark, the kind that made me question everything you thought you knew about him.

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kind of a shorter chapter but slow burnnn

⭒ margot

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@hesvoid3434

[sunny44]

Chapter 1 (Love is in Mallorca series)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Warnings: none I guess

Summary: Y/n goes to Mallorca intending to leave her life behind, at least for a while. Then she meets a mysterious guy who makes this trip, to say the least, unforgettable.

Mallorca was stunning, but a certain discomfort grew within me as the days passed. I found myself lost on an island whose beauty was undeniable, but whose language formed an insurmountable barrier.

Since I had arrived, it seemed that the fact that I only spoke English made me invisible. People looked at me in a hurry, or simply ignored my attempts at communication. Sometimes, I wondered if it was just my imagination or if it was really happening.

Tonight, after a long day of walking along the beaches, I decided I deserved a drink. The bar was crowded, full of laughter and conversations in Spanish. The smell of fresh seafood filled the air, and I approached the counter, trying not to seem out of place. I waited patiently for a while, watching as the bartenders moved from one customer to the next, ignoring me with an efficiency that almost seemed rehearsed.

I took a deep breath and approached the counter again.

“A gin and tonic, please?” I asked in English, my voice swallowed by the atmosphere.

The bartenders barely paid attention to me, glanced at me, and simply decided to ignore me.

I waited, hoping that somehow my order would be heard. I looked around, trying to decide whether it would be better to just give up, but before I could step away, I heard a deep, firm voice next to me, speaking in Spanish. I didn’t understand the words, but the tone was clear and authoritative, like someone used to being heard.

The bartender stopped what he was doing and quickly handed over what I had asked for. I turned, surprised, to face the owner of that voice.

He was tall, dark-haired, with slightly tousled hair, but in a purposefully relaxed way. His smile was easygoing, as if saving frustrated tourists was something he did every day.

“Here you go,” he said, with a soft accent, handing me the drink.

“Thank you,” I replied, accepting the glass. “I was beginning to think I was invisible.”

He laughed, a light and sincere sound, as if he understood exactly how I felt.

“It’s not that, but sometimes people here... can be a bit stubborn with those who don’t speak the language.”

I nodded, taking a sip of the drink that was finally in my hands. The refreshing taste of gin with lemon slid down my throat, bringing an immediate sense of relief.

“So, are you from here?” I asked, curious. “Your Spanish is perfect.”

“Thanks, and kind of. I live in Madrid, but my family has a house here in Mallorca. I always come here during summer holidays. And you, what brought you to the island?”

I looked at him, hesitating. He seemed so casual, so at ease, it was hard not to feel at ease as well.

“I actually just needed a break from my life. Something different.”

“You chose well. Mallorca is a perfect place to disconnect.”

He was right. The island was beautiful, and there was much more to explore than I could do on my own, especially with my limited Spanish. Maybe that’s what led me to accept when he suggested he’d show me a few places that, according to him, "no tourist guide would include."

“Shall we take a walk?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with a kind of enthusiasm that was impossible to ignore.

I agreed. After all, I had nothing to lose, and somehow, I felt like I could trust him. But I could also be completely wrong, and he could be a serial killer who would murder me and toss me into the sea.

But I was willing to take the risk.

We left the bar, walking through narrow streets lit by small lights hanging between old buildings. The night was warm and full of life. People laughed at outdoor restaurant tables, and the distant sound of flamenco music filled the air.

“You know, you're the first person who hasn’t tried to correct me or judge me for not speaking Spanish. I know it's annoying when tourists show up and don't even try to speak the language, but I didn't think I’d be completely ignored,” I commented as we walked.

“Sometimes it’s good to just listen and not judge, right?” He smiled, glancing around at the streets around us. “Speaking the language is important, but so is feeling welcomed, even without understanding everything.”

There was something different about walking with him, something that made the city seem more accessible, more inviting. He showed me a small square where there was a fountain with a soft, calming sound, and a local bakery that, according to him, made the best "ensaimada" on the island. Everything felt simpler by his side, no rush, no judgments.

“And you? What do you do for a living?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He smiled but didn’t answer directly, just shrugged.

“Ah, nothing too interesting. I have a pretty hectic life, but here I like to slow down and forget all about work.”

I respected his silence without pressing, and we continued to explore the city at night. He took me to a higher point, where the view of the city and the sea stretched out before us. The city lights reflected on the water, creating an almost surreal sight. I was speechless.

“Wow...” was all I could say.

He looked at me, smiling sideways.

“And they say Madrid has the best views in Spain.”

We stood there in silence for a few minutes, just absorbing the moment. I felt strangely comfortable next to him, as if he wasn’t a stranger I had just met, but someone I could share moments with without the need for explanations.

Finally, he looked at me again.

“If you want, I can show you more places tomorrow. But I promise I won’t take you where the tourists go.” I smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude. “I guarantee I’ll be the best tour guide you’ll ever meet.”

“I’d love that.” He nodded, satisfied.

“Perfect. See you tomorrow, then.”

“Deal.” I smiled.

“Give me your phone number.” He handed me his phone, and I typed it in, saving it as “bar girl.”

We said goodbye, and as I walked back to the hotel, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the night had taken such an unexpected turn. I still didn’t know his name. He hadn’t asked for mine, and somehow, that felt right. We weren’t strangers, but we weren’t acquaintances either. Just two people meeting on a warm night in Mallorca.

And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to find out more about him.

Bonus scene!

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