#and now my iPad can rest in peace

[menelron]

The Fall

7/7

parts; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[spidybaby]

Not The Romantic Type | Part Three

Part One | Part Two

"Aren't you nervous?" Fer asks, hands busy helping Pedri fix his smoking. "I'm about to colpase from the excitement."

"I feel like I'm going to cry myself to sleep, but in a bad way, I can't believe that I'm actually on the top three to get this."

If you ask him, only in his dreams, he was able to be on the top three of the most likely to get the ballon d'or.

He improved so much over the years that he worked more on perfecting his game to be able to classifie into the best players.

He remembered the Golden Boy award, Messi won one before winning his ballon d'or. Now he's following into his idol footsteps.

"Mom wants a picture of you on the suit." Fer says as he snaps a picture of him. "Venga, let's go get some food, we still have that meeting with the constructor."

Pedri thank the designer, changing into his normal clothes back to meet the new contractor.

Fer and him are partnering in a restaurant, he trusted his brother as a chef for his whole career. It was obvious he was trusting him with something this big.

"We need an interior designer." The constructor tells them. "I know you have a vision of how you want this to look like. However, I feel that with a little help and more inspiration we can make this amazing."

"Vale, if you think it's what we need, then let's do it!" Pedri says excitedly. "Fer will be the one meeting up with this person since I'll be at the field."

"No problem, I think my girl will be the one. Not that I'm talking bad about the guy, but she's just a star when it comes to modern luxury style."

"Perfecto!" Fer smiles, "Let's meet up with her, I'm so excited."

Pedri was excited about everything, the ceremony in France, the new project, the possible winning of the Champions League.

He was focused on the field and nothing else. That's why Fernando decided to be the caregiver or the project, so Pedri would be all into his element.

The dressing room was euphoric, the players happy about winning the semifinals, they're playing the final at home.

"Visca al Barca" Gavi yells.

"Visca al Barca" they all second.

"And let's all celebrate to our next Ballon d'or, the magician Pedri." Ter Stegen shakes him. "Vamos Pedri!"

They throw all the water they can at him, making him smile and laugh at how much support he has from his friends. His second family.

After the celebration Ferran invited Pedri to a little party he planned. "No lo sé, tiburón. I'm kinda tired and I have to meet with the designer to measure the tux"

"A little party never killed nobody." Ferran insisted, but he denied. He needs rest and peace.

"Vale, pero me lo debes." He hugs him tight. "See you around, pepi."

He drives home, passing in front of the place where the restaurant will take place. He can't help but feel pride, this feels like an extension of their parents' hard work.

Fer was laying on the couch, checking some ideas the ID (interior designer) sent them.

"Hola, tonto." Pedri pulls lightly his brothers hair. "Are those the ideas this girl sent you?"

"Si, look at this, I love this idea she has." Fer pass him the iPad. He sees the ideas, loving all of it. "She's amazing, first thing and I'm already in with everything."

"Yes, this is cool." He checks everything, loving every idea. "When are you meeting her?"

"I think tomorrow." Fer gets up, walking to the kitchen and pulling out food. "But don't worry, I'll update you on everything."

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"So, as you can see here." The constructor pointed to the ceiling. "We thought about lighting that can be dimmed as the sun light goes down."

"My brother and I loved that idea, specially because we have that at home recently installed and I think it will go so well."

"Perfect, our designer will come any minute now, she told me traffic was hectic and she was just a block away but stuck."

"It's okay, I get it. It took me an hour and a half to get here today, so I can't blame her." He laughs, interrupted by his ring tone." Excuse me for a second."

The constructor kept looking at his structure with your design. The sound of heels makes him turn, you were walking fast while holding your iPad and a few more things.

"I'm so sorry, Marc." You apologize, leaving your things on the desk. "I think today is not my day. Is the client mad?"

"Not at all, Y/n." He pats your back. "He's an amazing dude, super relaxed. You will hit it off real quick."

You smile relief. You didn't want to lose this client, specifically because Marc told you they wanted to expand if the first restaurant goes well, meaning you will expand with them.

"Let's meet him them." You nervously giggle. "What's his name again?"

"Fernando, he's a chef."

Before you can even connect the dots, Fer walks into the room, saying goodbye to the person on the line.

"Fernado, so nice you're bac. This is our interior designer, Y/n."

You smile at the sight of him. Haven't seen him since the breakup. He has more facial hair, and he's stronger and definitely more mature looking.

"We know each other." You smile, still surprised at his presence. "We go way back actually."

Fer is as astonishing as you are, opening his arms to greet you into a hug. "It's been a long time no see." He laughs, hugging you tight. "Gosh, I can't believe you're our designer."

"I can't believe you're my clients." You laugh. "Let's leave the talk for later, I want to explain this to you, and then we can use the time."

He nods, letting you explain every part of your ideas. He can't deny that even if it wasn't you, he loves the ideas and can't think of any way to make it better.

You ask him about colors, measurements, textures, and different stuffs you will need to prepare yourself for your work.

"Perfect! We can't say that this meeting was a success." Marc happily says. "I'll keep working while you two chat a little, excuse me." He wayves goodbye while Fer and you say goodbye.

"Entonces," Fer says, picking your side like he used to. "You're a well-known designer." You nod, smiling.

"And you're a well-known chef, Mister González." You laugh. "It's so nice to see you. How have you been?"

"It's been good, I'm older but I think wiser." He hands you your iPad. Helping you with some things. "What about you?"

"I mean, you can tell how I am. I got my dream job and I feel like nothing can go better than this." You shrug.

Fer wants to ask. He needs to ask if you have someone or not, but he doesn't want to intrude into your private life.

"So, how's the family?"

"They're good, nothing to report." You nod. "What about your family? How are Rosy and Fernando? How is the Tasca going?"

You can't help but miss them, specially Rosy, she acted like a mother to you, always worrying about you, taking care of you when you were sick.

"Mom and dad are so good. They are healthy." He smiles at the thought of them. "The Tasca is doing good. This is a little extension of it, but bigger."

"I'm so happy for you, Fer." You hug him, happy about him, making his dream of having his own restaurant come true. "How is Pedri?"

Fer is speechless, he didn't think you will ask about him, not after the way you two ended things.

"Bueno, no le va mal." He laughs. "He's on top three to win the ballon d'or, Barcelona is on the UCL finals, la Liga finals. He's at the top."

You smile, you're happy he is getting all the awards he deserves. He's always been amazing at his job.

"I'm happy for him." You nod. "Even tho I haven't really been aware of the team. I've been busy lately."

"Maybe you can catch up, he's also in this with me." Fer smiles as big as he can "and he's single." He elbow you.

You laugh at this, blushing a little at the confession. You did hear some rumors about him and some girls, deep down wanting for it to be just that, a rumor.

"Don't know why that's important." You giggle, looking down. "We been over for a long time now."

"Well, if you want him back, he's available to be picked."

"Fer." You laugh. "He wouldn't pick me, specially with all the girls he's probably getting." You look away while saying that.

He always got girls, and nobody could deny that. In your mind, they were girls who were hotter than you, prettier than you, more experienced than you.

That was something that made you feel insecure, not that he was engaging with them in any way, he always ignored them or just straight up blocked them.

But you had that little insecure voice from time to time that told you that he had better options and that you needed to step up.

"Don't say that." He says in a serious tone. "You were the best thing Pedri had."

Fer wasn't lying. After you left, Pedri went down a very dark path. He was going out, drinking, bringing girls home.

Everything to make him forget about you. Girls who looked nothing like you, who acted nothing like you.

Girls who went after his money and his fame. They were doing everything they could to show they were with The Pedri from Barcelona.

You on the other side, always made sure to be cautious about not getting recognized. You never wanted the attention that came with being his girlfriend.

You were with him since he was that Canarian guy at Las Palmas, that skinny boy who made it big.

You were there before the fame, before the fans, before the name. But you were his past.

"If you say so." You exhale. "I will send you a virtual look of everything with all of the things you picked."

The change of subject makes Fer think you may not be as interested in his brother as he thought you would be.

Maybe you moved out and didn't want to let it out. Maybe you changed your likes and now you're not up for a footballer.

"Thank you, I'll see you here next time I pass by?"

"You will, I'll be here a lot more."

With a hug goodbye you both walk out to your cars. You wave him as you enter your car, getting a honk from him.

Fer can't even believe the picture he's seeing. He thought Pedri was being honest with him when he said that no more one night stands with random girls whom the club invite to their parties.

He can't help but feel embarrassed about talking to you all this past days about how much Pedri would love to have you back.

But now his little brother is on all the magazines and gossip news of Barcelona and Spain as a taken man by this random influencer who obviously posted more about being at the party.

One part of him can't blame Pedri, he was in a committed relationship since he was sixteen, he obviously went out and went crazy after the break up.

But six years later was a little too much for him to keep his crazy behavior. He had a chance of winning the girl of his dreams back.

Fer can't help but think about you. If you see this news and pictures, you will definitely think all he's been saying is a joke and that he's playing with your feelings.

And how right he was, you can't help but feel anger. He's been spending all this time changing topics to Pedri.

"Pedri was busy but says hello."

"Oh Pedri can't wait to be here to see you."

"When you're back together, I'll be the happiest brother in law you will ever have."

Was he teasing you?

You don't even want to go to work today. You want to call in sick and spend all day in bed thinking about how stupid you are for believing Fernando's words.

But you won't. The breakup didn't stop you back then, and it won't now.

You will walk with your head up, ready to work in your nice outfit. You won't mind, you have so much to lose, he already lost you.

He lost you.

You didn't lose him.

"Buenos días!" You say, giving Marc his favorite coffee order as usual. "Any news I should now?"

"Well, the Calcutta Gold Marble is taking longer than expected but after that nothing to worry about."

You nod, leaving your things at your little station. "As always with Calcutta."

"By the way, Fernando was looking for you. He's outside talking with David." You nod, thanking him and walking to where Fer is.

You know he's about to mention the picture. He can't help it but be so obvious about things. But you will change the subject as much as you can't.

"Hey, boss." You smile "heard you wanted to talk to me."

"Hey, how are you?" He plays with his necklace.

"I'm good. I had a very nice sleep." You smile. "I want to tell you, the Calcutta Gold Marble we picked for the bar area is taking more time. Don't worry about it. That's normal with that material, but just a heads up."

He half smiled, not sure how to approach you. He wants to say sorry. He wants to kick his brother.

"I'm sorry." He spat, can't even think straight due to the blame he feels. "You probably saw the picture and -."

You sigh, not wanting to have this conversation this early. "Fer, let's focus on what we need to focus."

"I just feel like I need to apologize."

"You don't. Let's move to what's important here. Your restaurant."

He understood quickly, not bringing the topic again. That made you relax. Before this project you were fine not thinking about Pedri. You are fine now.

You focus on making this project happen. You wanted Fer to have the best reaction when he sees his project finish.

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"So, are you nervous about tomorrow's match?" The press guy asks him. "It's the finals for the UCL, and then you have to go to France for the Ballon D'or. You have a pretty crazy schedule."

"Bueno, I think I've always had a crazy schedule." He laughs, making the interviewers laugh too. "But I'm not nervous, I trust my team, I have a big trust in all the work we've been doing. We trust out Mister, so to me it's about focusing on staying healthy, making goals and winning."

"Walk us through the process you have for your next trip to France."

"Joder, it's not that much. If I'm honest, I have the tux, have the shoes, have my family, don't think I need anything else."

"Pedri, we got many requests to ask you if you don't walk with a ballon that night, will we see you walking with a special someone?"

He half smile at that question, knowing he fucked up by getting too close to María at the party.

"I don't have a girlfriend. If that's what you're asking." He shrugs. "I'm single. And probably the only lady I will be going to hug during the ceremony and after is my mom. Thank you."

He walks away, mad at himself for allowing this to happen again. He knows this girls just want the hype attached to his name. Specially now, with all the winnings of the club.

"Dude, you okay?" Gavi asks, noticing his frown. "What did they say?"

"They asked if I'm walking out that fucking auditorium with someone, es una putada, I will celebrate the week I don't get linked with some random girl."

Gavi lift his eyebrow. "Si, but the rumors don't just appear." he scuffs and turn to his locker.

"What do you mean?"

"Pedri, you used to be out and about with a different girl every other week. You flew this girl to Manchester. When you came back, you had this other girl in a new hotel. You're doing this to yourself."

He can't even argue because it's true. He did all those things. He flew all these girls. He fucked up his reputation.

"Me cago en la puta." He threw the towel at the inside of his locker. "I just wish I can have some fucking privacy."

"Then don't involve yourself with girls who only care to expose that they're with you." He hits him with his jersey. "Dude, you can go out and find a nice girl who will want a relationship and not just sex and a picture."

He nods, stresses about the topic already. Gavi is right. So is Ferran when he advise him not to mess with every girl that flaunt at him.

And when Fer tries to get some sense into him finding someone to settle to. Someone who will be happy to welcome him after a long day, someone who wants to grow a family with him.

He doesn't want that. Not without you.

He agreed to move out that day when you asked him to be happy, to find someone who would celebrate all his victories.

But he had that. He had you.

He lost you.

The game was about to finish, the extra time about to finish.

The Bayern had a corner. So they have to step up and prevent them from scoring. Just two minutes more and that's it.

"Vale, a ver." He yells, catching up the attention of the players near him. "Marc, just this cover up and the Champion is ours, please catch it." He makes them laugh. "Fermin, cover Davies. Gavi, cover Saliba. I'll cover their number 10."

They all nod, positioning themselves. They were nervous, this was their chance. This was their final chance.

When Marc let the ball go, Gavi was at the right place at the right time. He hit the ball with his feet, making it go out of the goalkeeper area.

Raphinha runs away with it. Getting the ball as far as possible from their area. Just when he's trying to make a assist to Pau, the referee blows the whistle.

Pedri runs to Gavi and Fermin. Hugging them while screaming. The public was as static as they are, cheering for them.

They won. They got the Champions League.

He look over at where his family is, they're screaming and jumping. Everybody is, the whole stadium is.

Running to his parents open arms. He can't help the tears of happiness as he hugs his family.

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You are happy for him, you can't lie to yourself like you do to other people.

You feel proud, he got everything he ever wanted, he got la liga, he got the Champions and he's probably will get the Ballon.

And he did what you asked him to do. He got himself someone to celebrate all that with. Someone who will make him happy.

The sour taste in your mouth haven't left since you saw that picture of him with that girl at the party.

He left you behind, like you asked him to.

You tried to focus on the work you were doing, turning the tv off to pay more attention.

You can't, your mind goes back to the way things used to be. He made mistakes, and you accepted all those mistakes because you loved him.

While he is at his party, with his family and his new girl. You are trying to forget about the memories of him.

You fix all the things Fer asked you to fix in the design, making the things he wanted as similar as possible as he explained.

You texted him, asking him if he was able to come see you to approve everything so you order the material.

Fer answers you while he opens the door of his home. He was still ashamed about the picture situation. He could sense the change in your attitude before and after that picture.

"I need your help, I don't think I can walk upstairs by myself." Pedri whine, he drank more than he should, making him dizzy.

Fer helps him, carrying him while walking upstairs. "Pedri. You need to help me just a bit."

He feels bad, he doesn't want to celebrate alone. All his teammates with their partners and kids and he's alone.

Yes, he has his parents, his brother, this family and friends. But he needs a hug at night when he gets insecure. He needs a shoulder to cry.

He craves intimacy, not sexual intimacy. He wants to feel secure with someone to the point of trusting all his worries and deepest secrets.

He wants someone to know his family, to sit at his parents' table and have a relationship with them.

"I'm sad," he confess. "Am I allowed to be sad?"

Fer can't even understand where this is coming from. He never saw signs of Pedri being sad or never heard anybody telling him to suck it up.

"Pepi, you can be sad." He reassured him. "Why are you sad? Tell me"

Pedri just shakes his head, not even sure how to approach the topic. "I miss my life back when I was twenty."

Fer understood, his brother carries a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, especially now with the whole <he needs to bring the ballon d'or home just like Messi>

"How can I help you, pepi?"

"If you have a magic wand that can bring me back to when I was happy and didn't have to fuck a girl every night to feel something, please use it."

He frowns, not sure how to reassure his brother. He knew Pedri felt alone. He can tell. He told him off about his sex life.

Not shaming him, but making him understand that the pattern he was following was not healthy at all.

"I can help you by not leaving you alone." He hugs him, pating his back lightly to calm him down. "I'm here, always will."

He helps Pedri take his clothes off and get into bed, he wants to check him in case he feels down again.

Once Pedri is passed out, he tries to plan something, how can he help him?

He picks his phone to text his mom that they're home. He sees the last text he sent is to you. The light bulb on his head turns.

He can help him, he's not with anyone, not that girl at the party and is done with the playtime every other week.

If he asks him to go to the meeting and approve the things you need, you can meet and reconnect.

He just needs his brother to be ready tomorrow to meet you. He knows he still thinks about you, and you might still do the same.

He texts you, asking you to meet at four p.m., by that time his brother will be up and fresh to see you.

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"I don't even want to be near a drink in my life." Pedri makes a disgusted face, he needs a whole gallon of water.

"Finish the drink so we can go."

The drink looks bad, very bad. Even tho it was just a tea with no sugar. "Maybe I'll just go brush my teeth."

Fer feels excited. He wants his plan to go well. He's anxious but happy. He knows it's about time you two make a move and solve what needs to be solved.

"Vamos, big head." Pedri smack the back of Fer head. "You drive, I can't do nothing yet."

The trip was not as long as usual. The streets were lonely and Fer was driving slowly. He confirmed you were coming before leaving the house.

When he parked, he noticed Marc's car parked in front of the building. To his luck, the parking lot was being modified, so he needed to park in the nearby building.

"Oye, I'll find somewhere to park. There's a little office, white door to the left. Wait for me there."

He does as he's told, walking with his head down. Still feeling the pain from all the drinking he did.

"Hola?" He asks, opening the door a little before entering.

He looks at all the things on the walls, the chair textures, the floor wood, the bar design, the lamps options.

He's in love with all the ideas, with the little real-life version of what the restaurant will look like. With the little pink pen notes the designer left. The door opening can't bother him. Looking at all the planning that they made in so little time.

You can't even blame him, you weren't paying much attention either. Focusing on answering Marc's text about something related to a change that needed to he approved as soon as possible.

"Hola Fer. Sorry I haven't gotten a chance to greet you properly. I've been so busy with all this little things."

You open your bag to search for your iPad, wanting to show him everything quickly to move out and not waste more time.

Pedri turns quickly, the sound of your voice amazes him. You're there after so long. After all this time.

"Hey about the Marble, I think it's best if we just switch the whole piece. This is taking so long." You won't turn, he won't say a word. "Fer?"

The two of you are just standing there, looking at each other, no words in between. Nothing.

Pedri thought a lot about what would happen if he ever saw you again. Definitely all that planning went out the window the second he heard your voice.

You practice too, what if you find him in a bar some day in Barcelona? You wouldn't mind it. But you're minding it very well.

"Hola." You finally say, voice breathless and gone.

His eyes are rooming you up and down. He can't help but point at every little detail that's different about you, different in a good way. You feel the heat coming up your cheeks. He's there, looking more mature, more handsome.

You shake your head, you have one job to do, getting the changes approved to the project move forward.

"Is your brother coming? Because I really need him to approve this for me." You grab your iPad, tying to look uninterested.

"Oh, I can approve it." He extend his hand and you hand him the device. "Just explain to me what this is exactly?"

While you explain every little detail about the changes, showed him how it was before to compare and to see if he likes it.

He likes everything, but there's something about the way you talk, something about the way you smell, you didn't change that perfume you love.

"I like your hair." Your hair is longer. He loves that. You always talked about wanting to let it grow to try new hairstyles.

You smile, the closeness not helping the situation. "Thank you." You say softly.

You might act calm, but from the inside, you're about to burst because of the way he looks. It's a good thing he changed his style.

Also his perfume, he's using the same perfume you gave him once, he didn't change it. And that facial hair is gone, he's shaved and clean.

"Do you like how everything is, or do you want to make any more changes?" You ask, trying to act professional.

"I mean, you're a star. This looks amazing." He praise you. Making you feel a wave of pride. "Fer will love this."

Your smile grows, you're happy he likes the changes. But you like even more the way he's praising you work like never before.

"So how are you?"

You close the iPad, sending Marc an "approval" copy of the digital prototype. "I'm good, been working hard and I've been busy with it." You shrug, not sure what else to say. "Congrats on the UCL, I heard you guys won."

He smiles, winning the game with his two goals was more than he ever expected. "We did, thank you."

"two goals huh?" You tease him. Feeling a little confident.

He rolls his eyes playfully. Laughing at your teasing. "I'm kind of proud of that, I'm in my Messi era? Or something like that."

You both laugh, you missed this, miss having someone to joke to. You back away from his circle, haven't seen his friends since then, when you are in Tenerife you won't go to his parents Tasca.

You missed having someone from your past in Barcelona. Someone who knew you before the city, someone who knew you as well as he did.

"That's great." You pat his arm. "I guess I'll see you around." You walk with him to the entrance. "Tell your brother I'll text him, I still need to show him some things."

"Sure, if not, you can text me. It won't hurt if I get a little more involved." He throws the jab at you, noticing your little lip smile.

"I'll ask your brother to send me your number." You say, stopping in from of the exit door. "Bye." You walk over the construction area, he can't keep his eyes away from you.

When he's out, Fernando is waiting for him in his car, the smile he has, knowing what he did. He acts as if nothing happened, he couldn't find parking and wait for you.

"Hey, was everything looking good?"

Pedri scuff, shaming his head while smiling. "Hijo'puta" he jokes, hitting him in the head. "You didn't told me she was here"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Joder, she looks beautiful. Her smile hasn't changed at all, and her eyes, mierda, are shining like crazy."

Fernando is happy hearing Pedri talk about you, he haven't seen him this happy in a long time. Haven't talk about anyone like this in a long time.

"Her perfume, Dios mio. She hasn't changed that perfume, the same since we met." He's still rambling about you. "You didn't tell me, why?"

"I thought it was for the best, plus you were finding out once you started coming."

"Would it be crazy if I confess that I might be in love still?"

The smile on their faces is comical. Fer knew he never forgot you, and Pedri was just admitting it out loud.

"No." He laughs. "You have one more chance, dude. Don't blow it."

And he doesn't.

Every chance he gets now, he will visit the place. He will be there even tho there's nothing of interest happening.

He loves making small talk with you. Having you explain everything you do or everything you order.

It's weeks and weeks of him doing this, bringing you a coffee or drink every time. You can't help but smile at him, still remembering your order of drink.

Also if he has training in the evenings, he will bring you something to eat for lunch. Worrying because you don't give yourself a little break. In his words.

"This is what I was telling you the other day. If you put this on the bar, it will look better than this other one." You show him, thinking he's playing attention.

"Let me take you out on a date."

You smile, not sure what to say. You want to accept, you still have feelings for him. But you don't want to feel what you used to feel when you were with him.

"Please, I know a place you would love."

"Pedri, I don't think it's a good idea. We are working together and if this doesn't go well its just going to be awkward for us."

"It will not, please just give me a chance." he beggs, grabbing your hands. "If you don't like it or you don't feel good I promise I will back off."

His hands on yours, thumbs caressing your fingers. You want to say no, not repeating the pattern. But you want to give him the chance his asking.

"Vale, but you have to promise me that you won't wear those ugly skinny jeans."

He laughs, he knows how much you used to hate those kind of jeans. Always asking him to let you into his closet to get rid of them.

"If you want to you can dress me, I'll be Ken and you can style me all the way."

You shake your head no while laughing, "I don't think you'll like me throwing half your closet."

If you had. A chance back then, those Jean shorts and skinny jeans were a must in the out of the closet list.

"Let's go tonight, I'll pick you up and everything."

You nod, writing your address in a pink post it. Thing that make him smile, you loved leaving little notes for him everywhere in his house or car.

"pick me up by 8?" You ask, making him nod. "Te veo entonces." You kiss his cheek goodbye.

You do your best work trying to act normal. When you're on your car you let a big scream. You were excited.

It's been six years, obviously it was nerve breaking.

You hurry home, you have time to calmly change and get ready. You picked a nice outfit, nothing too casual or too formal. The perfect middle point.

You have a long everything shower. Making sure to be as smooth as possible. It's not like you're thinking about doing anything but just to be sure.

Pedri was doing basically the same thing, making sure everything is clean and nice for the night.

He even make sure his car is in neat condition, asking Fer to go to a car wash to get it ready.

"You look fine, niño." Fer reassure him again. "vete ya, or you'll be late."

"Deseame suerte."

"You don't need it, just don't fuck this up and you'll be fine." Fer laughs.

You pass around your livingroom, you boots heel making a sound with every strep. You wanted this to go well.

The doorbell made you freeze. You check mentally if everything is good. Check yourself on the little mirror before opening the door.

"Hola, guapa."

"Hola." You blush a little at the compliment. "What is this?"

He hands you the small bouquet of your favorite flower. "A little souvenir from me, to you."

You small at the little game of words, you taught him that. Every time you got him something you used to say that to him.

You like how he tries to fix the past by not making the same mistakes, he bought you flowers, like you say you wanted back then.

"Gracias, get in, I'll put them on water."

He checks your house, he can't deny that he loves your taste, always did. You have a beautiful house.

His eyes land on a specific blanket, he gifted you that on your second anniversary. He remembered that you wanted the blanket and since he was winning some money on Las Palmas. He went out and got it for you.

"You still have this?" He caresses the material. Memories of how happy you were when you got the gift.

You check what he was talking about, smiling a little when you see what he means. "I do. I love that blanket." You grab your bag and stand next to him. "Plus, I usually watch movies or take naps on the couch, so it's the perfect location."

You walk to your door, making him follow you. "I didn't think you had it still."

"That means you don't have any of the gifts I've ever given you?" You joke, knowing most of the things you gave him were clothes.

He thinks for a second, he does have a ring you gave him for his birthday, he loves that ring. Or the bracelet with an eight engraved.

"I do." he smile, he had everything you gifted him. "I have the ring you gave me when I turned eighteen."

When you walk to the car you see a black Lexus. "Where is the Porsche?" You ask as he opens the door for you.

"Had to upgrade a little bit."

You see a crazy clean car, smelling fresh. You laugh a little, he was never this clean with his car.

The drive to the place was confortable, he asked you about your past works and you asked him about football. The usual.

Dinner was fine, you did liked the place and the food. He was right about it. He even ordered dessert and acted as if the waitress had forgotten the other one just to share it with you.

"It was amazing, thank you very much." You say, turning back to face him as you reach your front door. "I had so much fun"

He steps closer to you, hands on your waist. "That means this is me winning my chance with you?"

Your breathing accelerates. His closeness is making things to you. The tip of his nose is touching yours. You nod at his question, unable to say something.

He smiles, he can tell by your accelerate breathing and the way your hands are on his arms that you don't mind him being this close.

He lay his head on your shoulder, hands on your back and thumbs caressing your sides. Your hands roam his arms. Scratching lightly.

"You have practice tomorrow." You say as you finally get some sense back into you. "And it's getting late."

"I think they will be fine without me there. I just won us the UCL."

His breathing on your neck is tempting. But you want to take things slowly, you want to take baby steps with him.

"I don't." You try to think of an excuse on why he can't stay. "I don't have an extra toothbrush."

He laughs, understanding the message. He wants to go slowly too, proving that he's not the same one who hurt you.

Plus, you are not one of his one night stands, he doesn't want you to feel like one. "Oh no! That means I have to go home." He kiss your collarbone and pull away from you.

You fix a piece of his hair, hand on his arm, securing yourself. "I like your hair like this." Your nails brush his hair. Making him close his eyes at the sensation.

"I'll come see you after training." He pulls away from you. "I really want to take you out again, I missed this."

"I would love that." You kiss his cheek goodbye. Entering you house and waving him a quick goodbye.

The whole trip home was him and his mom on the phone. He always trusted Rosy with anything, her and his father were the first people he calls when something good or bad happens.

He's mad, throwing his phone on the coffee table next to him.

He doesn't understand how people get to judge him based on things that are not related to football. On the field, he does the work. He makes sure he does assists, he even got some goals like the two of the last game.

He's good, he won't say otherwise. It took him so much effort to admit that he's as good as everybody else and saying he's not is unfair to his work and progress.

"Don't mind the things people say on the internet about you."

"I can't help it. Those random dudes on x saying things about me as if they know me."

"Their opinion don't matter." You pull him by the shoulders. He lays on top of you, hiding his face on the crock of your neck. "Don't let a random person affect your day."

You two have been seeing each other for three months, he makes sure to always go check on you after or before practice.

Always bring you something, some flowers, some coffee or a drink. Something to eat. Named it, and it'll be there.

He loves how much you two progress, and you love how much he showed you he changed, how much different he is from who he was back in the day.

"Don't go to work today, stay with me." He pouts.

You smile, nails scratching his scapl. "I have to go, either way your brother will be blowing my phone with questions and worries about every other thing."

"Block him." He jokes, knowing that Fernando was a perfectionist and wants this project to be as perfect as possible. "Seriously do." He kiss your shoulder before getting off of you.

"If I do I'll be fired." You joke back.

He makes a face. "They can't fire you. I'll get you back in." kissing your lips as he hugs your waist, head on your lap. "I don't want to do anything today."

Your fingers scratch his head, trying to calm him down. "I'll be here later, we can watch something on tv."

He nods, loving the feeling of your hands on his hair. Calming down from his frustration. He missed that, the level of confort, not needing to hide to feel intimacy, he missed feeling happy with a girl.

"I wish I could stay, but right now, I'm the one who calms your brother down when he gets perfectionist with every little detail." He understood, enjoying the feeling of being in your arms.

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"Am I crazy or are the lights way too yellow?" Fer asks, judging every little detail he feels is wrong. "And the material, do you think is okay?"

You wanted to laugh, this was a very common thing with clients, they all freak out with the progress.

"Fernando, please don't worry. I promise this would look amazing in a few weeks when things are more placed and organized."

He nods, going to question Marc about something he thought was not right. You move to your office, wanting to organize your things.

You answer Pedri's text, and he told you he was bored and lonely without you. You laugh and answer with a picture of your messy desk.

You hear a knock on your door. "Can I come in?" When you see who it is, your eyes light up.

"Oh my God! Hello." You say happily.

"How are you, nena? I missed you."

"I've been good, working like crazy. You know me, kinda workaholic." You laugh. "How are you? How's Fernando and how's the Tasca doing?"

"We're fine, the Tasca is doing great, a lot of people. You need to go back and pay us a visit." Rosy says, taking a seat next to you. "Fer told me you were working with them, I'm so happy for you."

You love Rosy, she was like a mother to you. She took care of you when you needed it. She cooked for you, she went to your high school graduation when your family couldn't.

She was special to you, really loved her like a family, the same with Fernando. They were family.

You got away from them after the breakup, you needed space and so did Pedri. You thought that invading his space by being near his family was wrong. That's why when you were on Tenerife you didn't went out to see them.

"I am, I didn't know it was them when I got into the project. I'm happy I did. I've missed them."

You talk for a while about different topics, mostly her telling you about all the things that happened all this years.

You also told her about your years, how you ended up with this job and how it was. It was nice to have the talk you two had.

"I missed you, I miss my daughter." She confess. You smile at that. You missed them too.

"I missed you too, sorry I didn't come back to your place. I thought it was the right thing to do after the breakup."

"I get it." She grabs your hands. "Pedri also told me that you guys were trying to see if things work out again."

You smile, nodding. "We are, I feel like we both want that and I feel this is the right thing to do."

"I hope it works out for you two, I want my girl back." She hugs you.

You two talk a little more until Fer went looking for his mom. You grab your things and walk with them to the entrance. You all say goodbye to Marc, asking him to text or call you if he needs anything.

You say goodbye to them, saying that you will call Fer to meet up for lunch on another occasion.

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"Do you want a little smoothie?" You ask Pedri as he walked downstairs. "I made a banana and strawberry one."

He nods, walking over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder and your neck.

"I have training at two." He says in a raspy voice. "And I have to pack, will you help me, preciosa?"

You nod, passing him a glass with smoothie. You kiss his forehead and fix his hair a little. "We can work on your luggage after training. I have a meeting and I can't keep missing work." You bop his nose.

He smirks, he knows you work hard, but you have been missing some days of work thanks to him. You didn't have that much problem since they were the one who hired you, and Marc was okay with your working from home.

"I'll pick you up after practice." He smile, kissing you. "I'll get us some food and we can watch your favorite movie while you help me."

You both enjoy your smoothies, talking a little about different topics. Not caring about anything else but each others company.

He planned to ask you to go to the ceremony with him in Paris, he wanted you there, he needed you as much as his family there.

He went to practice, the technical team and his teammates organized him and Gavi a little celebration for good luck.

"I need to know what cream this dude is using because those bags under his eyes disappeared in no time." Raphinha jokes. Hugging him.

They are all in the bathroom, having a chat while getting clean and fresh to go home.

"He's using vitamin love." Ferran jokes from the bathroom. "He's a lover boy now."

They all hit Pedri's head while congratulating him about being in love. He enjoys the messing.

"Venga, this is not a crazy new." He says, fixing his hair.

"It is." Fermin says, hitting the back of his head. "You were the whore of the group and Ferran is here, take that in."

"Mira capullo, I'm a saint." Ferran yells.

"Joer', it was not that bad." He tried to justify himself.

"It was." Gavi says. "That why we are happy that you have a stable relationship. With someone you love and who loves you." Gavi hugs him. Making all the others hug him too.

After the shower chat, he left looking for some flowers, looking for some fresh food from your favorite place, your favorite dessert.

He knocks on your door. When you open, you're greeted by a big bouquet of flowers, you smile taking them from him.

"Hola." He smiles. "You look so pretty." He close the gap between you two kissing your lips. "I have our dinner in the car, ready to go?" You nod, putting your flowers in a pot before leaving with him.

Your relationship has improved, you love the effort he's making.

When you broke up, you told him he didn't have time for you, that he never gave you flowers, he never cared for you to feel like you matter to him.

He wants to change that. He wants you to feel validated, and he wants you to feel loved. Because he loves you and would change a thing about you.

"I have a little something for you." You say, picking the little box and putting it in your purse. "Let's go, guapo."

He asks about it, questioning you about the content inside the box. You told him that he has to wait until later to find out.

When you two arrive at his house, you help him with his bag. Talking about something you saw on tv the other day.

"I forgot to tell you, Gavi and Ferran say hi." He says as you walk into his room. Food in hand. "And Ferran wants to know if you can unlock him on Instagram." He laughs.

You laugh with him, promising you will do it later. You left your phone charging downstairs, so he had to wait.

"Do you know what you want to take?" You ask him, your eyes fixed on the screen as you search for your movie. "It's cold, and you have to have some outfits just in case. What if you got an outing that needs something formal?"

He nods. "I have a list on my phone of what I want to take, some cargos, a bumper jacket, the suits are being taken by Dolce."

He pulls a luggage, opening it on the bed so you can help him pick the clothes and help him with organizing.

It was a fun time. You ate while organizing and feeding him most of his food to help him some more.

"Oye." He calls your attention. "I want to speak with you about something."

You nod, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He was standing in front of you. "Tell me."

He takes a deep breath. He needs to be prepared for a bad answer in case you don't feel comfortable with the invitation.

"I want you to know that no matter what, you can say no, and I'll be okay with that." He began saying. "I want you to come with me to the ceremony." He says.

He takes a few more breaths. Trying to prepare himself for the question. "I want you to come with me and my family. I want you all there. My mom, my dad, Fer, and you." He grabs your hands. "The thing here is, I know our relationship is not established as in right now, but I want to know if you would like to come with me as my girlfriend."

You smile. Thumbs caressing his hands.

You need to talk with him before compromising yourself again.

Yes, he did progress. Yes, he did change. Yes, he was better.

But you can't swipe things under the rug. You can't be one of those who start over without making peace with the past.

"Can you sit down with me?"

He nods, taking a seat next to you. He thinks you're saying no, preparing himself for that.

"I want to talk to you." You began. "Before answering your questions, I need you to compromise with me on something."

He nods, already agreeing with whatever you want to say.

"I need you to compromise and tell me if you ever feel like what we have is bothering you. If what we do is making you question our relationship. I want you to be honest with me. To trust me and to be straightforward with how you feel and how I make you feel."

He's surprised, he thought he was getting bad news but no.

"If we are doing this again, Pepi, talk to me." You giggle. "I want your honesty, I want your opinions, I want the long run with you. But I need a compromise." You grab his hands. "I'm not getting younger, I want a family, I want someone to come home to after a long day, after a sad day or just after work. Someone to spend my weekends with watching something or reading a book. And if you can't do that or simply just don't want to. It's okay." You smile at him. "Just be honest."

He frees his hands, grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. "I promise you that I will be the most honest person you'll ever know." He smiles. "I promise that you never were a bother and never will. I want the same as you, I want everything."

You hug him tightly. Sitting on his lap as his hands roam up and down your back.

It felt right. It felt necessary.

You finally got your past to be friends with your present.

"Now about what I asked, if you could answer." He says, giggling a little.

"Yes, to everything." You kiss his lips.

"Also about the gift?" He asks, curious.

"Yeah, you'll wait more than just a few minutes." You say, caressing his cheeks. "But I'll be worthy."

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"Do I look fat in this tuxedo?" Fer asks.

Everyone in the room takes a look at him, questioning if it was the nerves of the situation or if he was serious.

"No." His father says, he wanted to laugh but kept it.

They continue helping with getting ready, leaving soon after everything seems under control.

Pedri and you were alone, finishing with your clothes and looks for the gala. You reassure him that his tux and hair looked good.

"Amor, everything will go the way it is supposed to go." You kiss him quickly. "Trust yourself."

He nods, hugging you to calm his nerves. He can't deny that he's not feeling as confident as he says in the news or interviews.

A knock on the door makes you separate. "Pedri, ready?" His manager asks.

He nods, taking a last look of himself in the mirror. When he's about to leave, your eyes caught the glare of the little box in the nightstand.

"Wait, your gift." You say, walking to the furniture and grabbing the box to take it to him. "Open it before we leave."

You were excited for him to see what's inside. You kept it a surprise until today, knowing he would be less nervous like this.

"How?" He asks, taking the tux bow out of the box. He recognized the piece. "I thought I lost it."

You smile. The bow has a meaning for him. He bought it before leaving to play for Las Palmas. He spent a good part of his savings on it.

"You told me, before leaving the island, that this was the bow you were going to wear when you got your first ballon d'or." You help him with taking the bow he has on and putting the new one in place. "And tonight, this is happening."

He feels his eyes getting teary. He can't help but think about his little self buying the bow at the local shop.

He knew back then that no matter what, he was going to work hard to get into that nominations and into the podium.

And he did.

"Te amo." He kiss you quickly. "Ahora vamos por ese jodido balón." He laughs, making you laugh. (I love you. Now let's go get that damn ballon)

pedri

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pedri De las mejores noches de mi vida ❤️

Thank you Culers for all the love and support. Without you, this wouldn't be happening. This is not only mine but yours too ❤️

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fcbarcelona Our winner 🏆❤️💙

ferrantorres grande hermano ❤️8️⃣🐐

leomessi felicidades Pedri 🐐 bienvenido al club de campeones 💪🏻

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[twilghtkoo]

late night video calls

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. just pure fluff, established relationship

warnings. descriptions of a roach lmao not too graphic tho

note. haechan went live on ig bare faced looking handsome as hell and yall thought i wasnt gonna write about it??? also writing this bc 1.5k of yall follow me :D 

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“wah, really yesterday was the scariest day of my life. i for real considered sleeping outside on my patio.” you recalled the events of yesterday evening, telling the story to your boyfriend at two in the morning, when you saw something big and black moving across your floor in your room. haechan hates bugs as well, but he’ll get rid of them for you because you’re terrified of them. and you love him for that. even remembering the one time you screamed for haechan while he was in the midst of a game, he still left to come and help your little problem.

haechan chuckles, just imagining the scenario in his head. he can see you standing on your bed with your slipper in your hand as you try to talk to the roach and try to compromise with it. 

and roaches can’t talk. so you were left with no choice but to kill the gross little thing, it finally crawling out the space behind your desk out in the open. you were beyond thankful when you actually hit the bug. you’re not sure what you would have done if you missed. 

yn body count: 1

while you were too engrossed on telling the story of your traumatic evening, you didn’t realize haechan taking screenshots of you actively expressing your story with your hands and facial expressions. taking multiple screen captures of you and smiling when he can see on your camera the white flashes from him doing so. and you don’t even notice.

“at least you had perfect aim.”

“i know right!” you exclaim, a triumphant smile plays on your lips.

a few seconds of comforting silence falls between you two, your eyes stay on haechan as he’s now focused on his ipad. you take the moment to appraise your boyfriend’s bare faced look. he looked breath taking. his moles were more vivid since he didn’t have make up on and it almost makes you frown that you’re not there to kiss them. 

“you’re really beautiful.” you blurt out, catching haechan off guard as he shyly chuckles and quickly glances at you through the camera. 

“all of a sudden?” 

“you just look so handsome like this, i love seeing you like this.” you tell him as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand and admire your boyfriend who’s miles away from you right now.

“lee donghyuck pretty boy!” you shout into the air, throwing your hands up as if you’re announcing to the world.

haechan smiles, and you can see a tint of pink painting his cheeks. “thank you baby. you’re beautiful too. i miss your face.” he takes his eyes off the ipad and takes a moment to look at you. you start randomly posing in front of your camera, holding up a peace sign to your face, holding out a finger heart with your lips puckered and haechan is relishing in this moment.

laughing out loud while taking screenshots of you posing differently.

“there. now you have some photos to last you til you come home to me in two weeks.” 

grinning, “so generous, baby.” he snickers, but really he is already adding these screenshots to his favorites album.

you shrug, “i know.” 

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

one week into my 15-week busy period, 14 to go! i say 15 because that gets me to christmas - i always take christmas to new year’s off, not that people usually want tutoring that week anyway - but in reality some of my current 11 students will drop as early as late october (the SHSAT only kid) or early november (the younger kid whose parents are hoping to get it over with), and once december hits the load will lighten week by week. i am very busy due to my unfortunate sudden pressing need to start digitizing my materials, which tragically really does make everything so much better although also has made me realize i probably should invest in an ipad without a cracked screen sooner rather than later, and also because my other freelance gig is in the last legs of its current project and i’m not quite sure when it will start up again, so i’m trying to get a few more hours on that while i can in the remaining time available. including time spent highlighting pdfs on my ipad while catching up on industry, i worked a little over 42 hours this week, which i recognize is normal as a workload but is a lot for me at this stage of my life, lmao (and also, in fairness to me, does not include things like time spent commuting from session to session excluding any time spent working on the train, even though if i had a workday for a Job that started in one place and ended somewhere else i would consider that all part of how much i worked).

i’m a lot less stressed than i was this time last year, partly because i’ve figured out my workflow better, partly because last year i was really trying to second-gig myself out of a tight financial spot which is not the case this year (unless i have really miscalculated things tax-wise… but like i’m pretty sure. lol). in theory i really want to get to being like a week ahead in terms of prep work (the dream is to prep for the next session with a kid the day after i meet them), but in practice it is sunday night and i am going to bed not prepped for monday’s sessions, so… we’ll see. i am sort of cheerfully ignoring most things that are not work but i did have a nice lunch with a friend this week & a nice afternoon at home yesterday & i did work out 5x this week. (i decided to try out a schedule where my fitfluencer of choice’s programmed rest days fall on fridays and sundays and so far it works psychologically very well for me…) a while ago i cleaned my room when it seemed very messy and it only took me about a half hour and i was heartened by that since it seemed like i have enough of a System for stuff now that even the messiest option is really not so bad and thought i might use that as motivation to clean my room more often since it probably won’t really take that long but instead i have mostly used it to feel more peaceful with how messy my room is lol.

[ironstrange1991]

As Strange As It Seems (Part II)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange and Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n, Stephen and Defender are still learning about the relationship that exists between the three when a new variant crosses the border of their universe. Can the relationship survive a third Stephen?

Word Count: 7,8k

Warnings: Sexual content including p in v sex, creampie

A/N: Months later I finally managed to write part two. It's basically a chain of events leading up to the established polyamorous relationship that I love to write about.

Supreme is an idiot, but every time I write him I fall more in love with him. Really hope you guys like this one as much as I do because I am obsessed. There will be a part three and four of this. I'm just letting you know ;)

SERIES MASTERLIST

It was a lazy day for you. Although spring had arrived a few weeks ago the winter chill still persisted and you couldn't complain. You were a winter person. Blankets, tea, fluffy socks, the bodies of your two loves sandwiching you on the kink size sofa. What could you complain about?

On that particular morning you had woken up just before dawn and completely lost sleep, so you grabbed a blanket, your favorite book and went downstairs to the living room and sprawled on the couch. A few minutes later, you were completely involved with reading and even noticed the sun rising, only realizing it when you started to hear the routine noises of the morning in Greenwich Village.

It was Saturday morning and you weren't going to work for which you were very grateful. The last few weeks had been very busy at the office and you felt that if you didn't have a few days of rest you would soon have a burnout. So you decided that that weekend you would do absolutely nothing, it would be two lazy days, reading on the couch and eating takeout. Preferably Italian with red wine. Oh yes, you deserved some time off, some rest and definitely some peace and quiet.

You were distracted with your nose still buried in your book when you felt warm hands on your shoulders and a husky voice "Lost any sleep, baby?"

You sighed pressing your cheek against his hand "I took the opportunity to read a little. This book is really good."

He pressed his hands on your shoulders affectionately "I bet it is, how many times have you read it?"

"I've lost count. It's my comfort book. It hits the right spot every time."

He bent down to kiss the top of your head "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that. Anyway, I'll make breakfast. Any special requests?"

You turned around, staring at him in surprise. He was still dressed in his sweatpants and T-shirt, his hair pulled back in a lazy bun. "Aren't you going to teach today?"

He shook his head "Wong said I could stay. Honestly, I needed some rest."

"That makes two of us" You said putting an arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. A soft, unpretentious kiss.

"So... breakfast"

You nodded "Waffles?"

He smile giving another kiss on your lips "It’s right away”

...

You were scattered across the sofas and armchairs in the living room. Stephen was distracted reading one of his magic books and Defender had just returned to the room and lit the fireplace at your request.

He approached the sofa where you were lying and you lift your legs for him to sit down, then stretched them back on his lap. He grabbed your feet and began massaging them absently. You let out a satisfied hum and continued with your eyes fixed on your iPad giggling to what you were reading. You didn't even notice that Defender was looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

"What are you reading?" He asked pulling you out of your almost trance. You felt your face getting hot. "Nothing."

"She is reading porn. About us." Stephen responded by looking up from the book he was reading. Defender shifted on the couch.

"It’s not porn" You ran to explain yourself.

"What do you mean about us?" He asked staring at Stephen who now had his face resting on one of his hands."

"It’s nothing, baby" You said turning off the device's screen and placing it on the side table. You sat up and then crawled closer to him. He opened his arms and you snuggled into them sighing at the feel of his body warmth and scent.

"Nothing stands for a ten thousand word smut fanfic."

You bit the inside of your cheek realizing you had been caught. "Stephen, don't be an ass."

Stephen chuckled still without looking up from his book "Why? You don't want him to know you're dirty? He thinks you are such a genuinely innocent girl."

"I am." You said defending yourself, but there was a sly smile on your lips.

Stephen gave a small laugh. "I know you for more than three years now, sweetheart, save that for him."

Defender smirked and stroked your face "What else do I need to know?" He asked and grabbed your chin and lifted it so he could kiss you. This time the kiss was more intense, almost as if he was jealous.

He lightly bit your lower lip before pulling away and then looked at you curiously "What is a smut fanfic?"

You threw your head back laughing amused at the turn the conversation had taken.

"It’s porn. For woman." Stephen replied now looking at you "Am I right, sweetheart?"

"You'd be surprised to know how many men read and comment on these fics, Stephen."

Stephen opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out, he frowned and his cheeks turned slightly pink.

You smiled in victory and then decided to explain yourself "You have very creative fans, it's not just porn, it has a very interesting plot too. I wonder how they know so much about your powers. I myself didn't know many things that appear in these stories."

"You're assuming they're true." Stephen replied and you shrugged.

"Anyway, it is...interesting."

Defender shook his head as if to dispel the idea that unknown people were writing inappropriate stories about him. "I think it's better not to know the details."

You chuckled "Trust me, it's for the best." You kissed him softly, intertwining your fingers in his hair and then deepening the kiss, he let out a soft moan in your lips that made your heart melt. "You don't think I'm dirty, right, Stephen?" Your hand dropped to his chest and continued down, implying something more, but before he could respond both of their cell phones started ringing at the same time and you pulled away.

Your perfect day wouldn't be so perfect. You just didn't imagine that a day that started out so banal could become so... strange.

...

The two Stephens didn't say exactly what was going on as they hurried off to meet Wong. They said only that the Sorcerer Supreme had detected an extremely strong source of magic threatening to rip apart the fabric of reality. What that meant exactly you didn't know, but you could see the concern in the eyes of the two who didn't stop giving orders like "Don't leave the Sanctum for nothing, do you understand?" "Keep your cell phone in your hand at all times, we'll call you." "No matter what happens, stay here and stay safe."

There was more than concern in those words, there was fear and their fear, however controlled it was, was enough to make you terrified.

They left through a portal to the Kamar Taj. Whatever they thought that was going to happen they thought it was going to be there, after all as Stephen said many times, the Kamar Taj was the greatest source of magic gathered on Earth, but what was entering your reality was not seeking confrontation nor power, he was looking for shelter and so he came to the only place where he could feel safe. Home.

You perfectly remembered the day Defender arrived in your universe. It was loud and scary, but you didn't remember being afraid of him for even a second. First because he spent the first few hours unconscious and second because he exuded calm, his face expressions were serene, his voice was low and smooth.

This time it was different. It was silent, just a flash of blue light and then you saw the very tissue of reality rip apart right in front of you and Stephen walked past it. Another Stephen. Completely aware of his actions and there seemed to be no confusion in his impassive blue eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it.

You didn't know if you were in shock, but you couldn't feel your body, you couldn't move even though you could hear your cell phone ringing shrilly in your hand. You watched the man in front of you dressed in blue robes and cloak make a herculean effort to close the tear he caused in reality and then he turned to face you. He took two steps towards you and you felt an unknown fear wash over you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to pick up the damn phone and tell Stephen that the danger wasn't at the Kamar Taj but at home with you, but you couldn't move. He kept walking until he was only inches away and then he reached out and grabbed the cell phone from your hand and declined the call.

"What is your name?" He asked. The baritone voice finally snapping you out of the catatonic state you were in.

"Y/n" Your voice was barely a whisper.

"I know you, Y/n. I saw you a long time a go...in my dreams. Well, maybe it's another version of you."

You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing in your universe, but the words seemed to have slipped your mind.

"I know what you're thinking. Why am I here. It's a long story really, but I needed somewhere to get away. My universe... it's destroyed and I'd be dead if I hadn't made it to here in time. I had no choice. You understand that, don't you?"

You shook your head but didn't say anything. His story was basically the same as Defender's and that terrified you. Another universe destroyed? Another Stephen Strange? How could you deal with that?

"I know it's a lot to take in. Are you familiar with the multiverse?" He asked in a condescending tone of voice.

You nodded.

"Good. Now, I need you to pick up your phone and call your Doctor Strange. Can you do that for me?" He returned your cell phone.

You stared at the device in your hand and then back at him "Which one?"

He looked at you confused.

...

"She doesn't answer her phone. Damn it!" Stephen's hands were shaking but it wasn't from the damage to his nerves. A minute earlier everyone at Kamar Taj could feel that something had happened. It was like an extremely strong source of energy that had entered the universe, but whatever it was wasn't in the Kamar Taj, it was somewhere else.

"We shouldn't have left the Sanctum unguarded." Defender said. His voice was calm, but Stephen knew himself well enough to know that it was a facade. "You are the Master of the Sanctum. You should go. I'll stay here with Wong..." They were interrupted by Defender's phone ringing. He glared at Stephen "It's her." He put it on the speakerphone.

"Stephen..."

Defender sighed in relief upon hearing your voice "Baby, are you okay?"

You took a while to respond.

"Y/n, tell me you're okay" Stephen asked trying to control his nervousness.

"Can you guys go back to the Sanctum? Now. He's here."

Stephen felt a shiver go down his spine. A thousand of possibilities raced through his mind in the silent seconds between what you said and Defender's question.

"Who's there, Y/n?"

He thought of Nightmare, he thought of Mordo, he even thought of Loki, any of his enemies he'd already fought who might now want revenge by taking away the person he loved most in the world from him.

"It's you, Stephen. It’s another you."

Stephen didn't wait for Defender to answer, he took his sling ring and opened a portal straight to the Sanctum and went through it. Defender came right behind him.

You watched the amazement in the other Stranger's eyes when he saw Stephen and Defender walking through the portal. Stephen came towards you and Defender placed himself between you and the intruder. "Stay away from her."

He took a step back raising both hands in surrender and it was only then that you noticed that his fingertips were blackened by what you assumed was some kind of magic.

Stephen cupped your face in his shaking hands "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shook your head and Stephen pulled you into his arms with a sigh of relief and then he finally turned around facing his variant "How did you get here?"

"I brought myself here. My universe is dead. Completely erased from existence and I would be dead too if I hadn't escaped in time."

Defender tilted his head slightly to the side "What happened to your universe?"

The other Stephen sighed "Long story. I'm lucky to have escaped with my life. Now tell me, who should I talk to to ask for shelter in this universe?"

"That would be me" Wong said and you only realized that the portal was still open when he walked through it stepping into the Sanctum and closing it. "I am Wong and I am the Sorcerer Supreme of this Universe."

The two Stephens took a step back to make room for Wong to pass. Defender took the moment to pull you into his arms and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You were shaking and he held you in his arms as if he wanted to protect you. Stephen also approached you, leaving Wong to handle the situation for the time being. He touched your face and held your hand firmly in his and you could tell they were shaking more than usual. You also noticed the other Strange's interested gaze on the three of you and then you turned away. You couldn't bear to look at him, to his clean-shaven face and his ocean blue eyes. He was a threat. You knew better than anyone that he was a threat.

...

Stephen thrusted against you moaning loud totally lost in his pleasure. He had you lying on your back on the mattress, his hands clasped in yours against the pillow and his face in the crook of your neck. He came inside you nice and warm and you loved the feeling but that night you weren't having any of that, your mind was elsewhere.

He kissed your lips and you struggled to smile at him but were relieved when it was over and he rolled onto his side. It wasn't that you didn't want him, you always wanted to make love to Stephen, but since the other Strange arrived things had been weird and you were anxious, always nervous and it was getting to you.

Stephen was silent, staring at the ceiling and then sighed, passing his hands over his face "What's wrong, sweetheart? You're somewhere else. Did I do something that upset you?"

You pulled the sheet up to cover your body "No. I'm sorry, I should have said I didn't feel like it, but I didn't want to upset you." You searched for his hand holding it tight in yours giving it a little squeeze "You didn't do anything wrong, it's just... him. He's been here for a week already."

Stephen pulled you close and you laid your head on his shoulder wrapping your arm around him. A satisfied sigh left your lips.

"Wong said he can stay." Stephen said sighing heavily. "Nobody asked my opinion on the matter, but what could I say? It's not like he has anywhere to go back."

You cupped his face "I'm sorry, I imagine how difficult this whole situation must be for you. First Defender and now..." You were silent for a minute and he didn't press you to speak.

"It’s just that… I don't like having him here" You finally said "He's not like Defender, there's something he's not telling us and his hands..."

Stephen squeezed you in his arms "I know. I can send him to Kamar Taj, at least he'll be away from you and I won’t be so worried every time I need to leave."

You didn't say anything.

"Defender thinks we should talk to him, try to understand what happened. And he also thinks that his place is here in the Sanctum, but I'm the one who decides that. I'm the Master of this Sanctum..."

"I don't talk to him" You said interrupting him. "I don't talk to him, but I'm still afraid of what this could mean for us. Tell me we're fine."

You could see the moment Stephen understood what you were talking about, the realization in his eyes.

"It would be easier for me if he wasn't here. I feel like I'm on 50 first dates, every day having to fall in love with the same man and Stephen I know I would, I will fall in love if I talk to him, if I have more time with him because he is you. Even if I am afraid of him."

Stephen stared at the ceiling rolling his lips as if he was thinking hard about what to say, but you couldn't keep your mouth shut, now that you started to speak the words kept coming out in a rush.

"I'm so sorry. I don't want this to ruin what we have. It's not like I'm talking about another man. It’s you, Stephen, it's always you. I love you too much, that's my problem..." You shut your mouth as you realized the words sounded shaky and your eyes was filled with tears. "It's just... so confusing."

You felt his arms tighten around you to keep you impossibly close "I know." Was all he said and then he kissed your lips softly. "We shouldn't have sex if you don't feel like it. You need to tell me. I won't be upset. Are we clear?"

You shook your head "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. You didn't say anything wrong. We're fine. It's going to be fine." He kissed you again and somehow that was exactly what you needed to hear.

...

The days passed slowly and unlike Defender, Supreme Strange, as you came to call him, had no intention of being helpful. He didn't spend afternoons tidying up the library or even volunteering to work on anything at Kamar Taj. He seemed busy enough being a complete narcissistic jerk who somehow was everywhere. You kept bumping into him in the hallways. If you were going to prepare tea at dawn he was already in the kitchen doing the same thing and trying hard to get you to talk to him, even if you didn't show any interest. When you got home from work, took a shower and went down to relax on the couch, he was there, exactly on the couch you liked to stay. He would sprawl out there reading his stupid magic books, making you sit in one of the armchairs facing him and when you did that you couldn't concentrate. There was something about him that was as inviting as it was intimidating, and it irritated you to feel that way.

"Can I help you, honey?" His baritone voice broke the silence, startling you. And the fucking pet name sounded so inappropriate.

He didn't even look up from the book. He was sitting on one leg, the other stretched out on the couch, his arm stretched out over the back it, a thick book in his hand. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt, his hair was wet and he smelled like cologne.

"You're staring." He said again and you looked away from the book you were trying to read without success "No, I'm not."

He smirked "Yes you are. I can feel your eyes burning into my skin."

Why did he have to be so insufferable? Stephen was cocky, Defender was proud and stubborn, but Supreme was just plain annoying. "You're sitting on my couch." You said with no effort to hide your irritation. "Every day I come home from work and I come downstairs to read my book like I always do and you're sitting on my couch."

"Sorry, honey, but I didn't see your name on it" He replied now looking up from the book and looking at you. A wry smile on his lips. "But if that's the case, just ask me to leave." You did not answer.

"You know what I think? I think you like to come home from work and sit right where you are and have something nice to look at."

You felt your cheeks getting hot and from the smirk on his lips you figured he could see them turning pink. You sighed closing the book and throwing it on the coffee table "You are insufferable." You said pulling away and going up the stairs.

"Is that why you date two of me?" He replied loud enough for you to hear.

Your conversations with him didn't evolve much in the days that followed and he didn't give you the couch like you expected him to, but little by little you noticed that he spent more time outside the house, interested in getting to know the world he was inserted in and the distance made you understand that all that irritation couldn't just be because of your couch, or because he dropped cups on your coffee table or didn't put the box of cereal back in the cupboard. No, it was something else and you suspected that his provocations also carried other meanings. Somehow you always knew that on your part it was inevitable.

It was Friday night and you loved Friday nights when you could spend time with your Stephens without worrying that you would have to work the next morning. You came home from work, took a shower and came downstairs smelling food coming from the kitchen. When you got there you found Defender distracted cooking. It was a sight to see. You hugged him from behind and rose on tiptoe to kiss his shoulder. "What a handsome cook" You said and he hummed "Not as handsome as his girlfriend."

You smiled tightening the hug and leaning your face against his back sighing heavily "I'm so tired." He wiped his hands on his napkin and turned around hugging you properly then placed a lingering kiss on your forehead "That's why I'm cooking for you. Because you deserve it."

He kissed your lips softly "Tell me how your day was"

You shrugged "Same as usual, but more tiring. We had tight deadlines so we needed to rush through all the paperwork to get the orders out on time."

He cupped your face "And here at home, is everything okay?" He asked looking apprehensive and you sighed pulling away when he had to stir the pan so the vegetables wouldn't stick. He used brandy to flambe them and you watched him work. He made it so easy, it came naturally to him.

"He's getting on my nerves, as usual, but he didn't try to kill me or anything like that. At this point I doubt he's dangerous, he's just... everything else."

Defender turned off the heat and then opened the oven to take a look at the roast he was preparing. He closed it again and then turned to face you. "I think he likes you." He said suddenly and you stared at him feeling a weird deja vu feeling.

"What do you mean? All he does is tease me." You said forcing an unconvincing laugh. Stephen sighed "And I think you like him."

Damn it. Damn Defender and his watchful eyes. Was it possible that he was able to see something that even you hadn't yet realized for sure?

"I don't." You said, but it looked like you were trying to defend yourself and he rolled his lips like he was trying hard not to say too much. "Stephen, I don’t. It's just that he's everywhere and he's not like you, he's nosy and arrogant and he keeps hanging around the house teasing me and calling me honey and I swear I try to get rid of him but ...he's everywhere."

Defender sighed "He's leaving on a mission with the Avengers in a few days."

You frowned "Really? I thought he wasn't interested in helping. He's sprawled out on the couch all day reading like he doesn't want anything out of life."

"We asked him to find a specific spell to help with the mission. The doctor and I were busy and he was available. It took him some time, but he managed to find it and he offered to go in my place and I accepted. I know more than anyone else the feeling of wanting to be useful, of wanting to have a purpose and I think Supreme is looking for that purpose."

You were silent. Everything you thought about Supreme seems to be wrong now. Well, you still found him annoying, conceited and he still stole your couch every day, but now he was going on a mission and those missions were always so dangerous.

...

Stephen was in the library, it was late at night and he couldn't sleep. His insomnia had gotten a lot worse after Supreme arrived and he was still trying to digest everything that was happening. It was too much. It was more than any sane person could handle and yet he had to keep acting like everything was fine. It was what everyone expected of him. Wong, the masters of Kamar Taj, the press, Stark, the other Avengers.

He was trying, or at least he managed to fake it well. Even for you. Every night he would look into your eyes and claim that everything was fine, but he couldn't sleep and ended up there in the library sitting at that desk with books that dealt too shallowly about the multiverse and the dangers of interacting with visitors from other realities .

Every night Stephen tried to convince himself that the fear he felt for his own universe was what kept him awake at night and every night he knew that was a lie. He was worried about you. He was worried because he could see the way you couldn't take your eyes off Supreme every time he was around and he couldn't tell if Supreme had feelings for you but he wasn't sure he didn't and Stephen was dying afraid he'd have to give in again like he did with Defender because what would that say about him as a man? And if he didn't give in would he be risking the life he had with you?

Stephen was brought out of his reverie by the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Couldn't sleep too, doctor?" Defender asked coming closer and Stephen could see by his face that he too was having a discussion with his own mind.

"It's been a tough month." Stephen summarized and Defender nodded pointing to the chair in front of the desk where Stephen was sitting "May I?"

He nodded and Defender sat up.

"She told me a few weeks ago that she didn't want him here. Maybe we should have sent him away."

Defender thought for a moment "Do you think that would change anything?"

"What the fuck do I know?" Stephen let out a nervous sigh "She told me that if he stayed she would fall in love with him and I didn't do anything to stop that from happening. What does that say about me?"

"What does that say about me?" Defender repeated. "She's mine too, Stephen. You offered to share her with me almost a year ago and that means sharing the responsibilities too. Tonight she told me the problem is he's everywhere so maybe it's really our fault for letting him stay here at home while we were out there working and if I remember correctly you tried to convince me to send him to Kamar Taj and I said his place was here."

Stephen shook his head "You see things differently, Defender. You looked at him and saw yourself. You were allowed to stay and you wanted to return the favor. I should have said no, but I didn't."

Defender let out a heavy sigh.

"Perhaps you should have asked me what I thought about it" Supreme's voice was irritating as he walked out of the darkness in the hall and approached where Stephen and Defender sat by the light of a single lamp. "I'm sorry I couldn't sleep so I decided to look for something to read and I overheard part of your conversation. You know, I was never good at talking to myself, it always seemed like a stupid thing to do but now the whole thing gained a new light."

"Would you have gone? To the Kamar Taj?" Defender asked.

Supreme crossed his arms leaning against one of the bookshelves and crossing his feet "I was running away from the destruction of my own universe. I would have gone anywhere."

"Would you go now? If we asked." Stephen asked and Supreme shook his head "Is she that bothered by me?"

"This has nothing to do with her" Stephen said through gritted teeth.

"This has everything to do with her" Supreme snapped and then nodded in agreement "I would. If you guys told me to go. I'm not here to fight anyone. Is that what you want? For me to leave? That will make you happy?"

Defender glared at Stephen shaking his head "It's not about what we want anymore." He said.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Supreme asked and Stephen ran his hands over his face nervously.

Supreme came over and pulled up a chair and sat down "Do any of you have a cigarette?"

Defender stared at him in surprise "What? No. We don't smoke."

He chuckled dryly "Yeah, neither have I. For almost 8 years now. But my universe was destroyed and all the people I knew are dead. I'm in another universe talking to two other variants of mine and besides I am almost sure I might be falling in love with your girl, so... yeah, I need a fucking cigarette."

Stephen stared at him for a long minute "If you try anything with her, I'm going to fucking kill you, do you understand?"

Supreme raised both hands in surrender "I didn’t do it and I won’t. Unless she shows she wants me too.”

Defender slammed his hand on the table getting up "She's right about you, you're insufferable." He said and then left.

...

You came home from work on Monday afternoon with an excruciating headache. You knew it was your fault for having gone all day without eating so after taking a shower and getting dressed comfortably you went downstairs determined to prepare something to eat. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you glanced quickly at the couch where you expected to find Supreme absorbed in his reading, but he was not there. You went to the kitchen wondering if he had already left on his mission and then you found him sitting at the table with his chin resting on his hand while reading something on a laptop.

You rolled your lips considering turning back, but decided to act like an adult. After all, you couldn't keep running from him inside your own home. "Hey..."

He looked away from the screen, seeming to notice only at that moment that you were there. "I'm not on your precious couch as you can see."

You shrugged "Whatever. What are you doing?" You went to the cupboard and got a bag of bread and put it on the counter.

"Trying to catch up to a few things from your universe before heading out on a mission tomorrow. Not everything is the same, you know."

You nodded "Have you met Tony Stark?"

Supreme shook his head "Nice guy"

You stopped in front of the fridge picking up ingredients to prepare a sandwich and then you dedicated yourself to washing some lettuce leaves and cutting some slices of tomato.

"I'm going to make a sandwich, want one?" You asked turning to look at him. He looked surprised "No, thanks."

You shrugged going back to your work "It's not like you've eaten all day. The kitchen is just the way I left it yesterday."

"Careful, it might seem like you care about me."

You sighed finishing preparing your food. You cut the sandwich and put the halves on a plate and then went to the table and sat down across from him. "I don't want you to starve now that you're starting to be useful."

He smirked "Ouch, you treat the two Stephens that way too? Does it really work for them?"

You took a bite of the sandwich and chewed slowly "They're not like you."

He closed the laptop and clasped his hands together "And how am I?"

"Annoying." You answered without being intimidated. You were past the point of being intimidated by him, now you felt something else, a bit of irritation, a bit of curiosity.

"Yeah, you already said that. I'm sure you can think of other things, honey. Tell me, what do you find so different about me."

The pet name. You hated that pet name and at the same time your body seemed to respond to it every time he called you that.

"You have no beard. No goatee. That's different."

"A good different?" He asked with a smirk and you shrugged.

"Do you want me to grow a beard?"

You shook your head "I don't want you to do anything. It's none of my business."

"No, but now I'm curious. If it were any of your business. Would you want to?"

You took another bite of your sandwich and he waited for your answer.

"No. I like it the way it is. Different and handsome."

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard. "You think I'm handsome?"

You shrugged like it was no big deal "Do you think I would be in a relationship with two of you if I didn't think you were handsome?"

He chuckled "Fair enough. Are you going to tell me how you got into this mess?" He asked casually and then took the other half of your sandwich that was on the plate. He gave a bite. You didn't even bother to complain.

"Well, Stephen Strange is an attractive man, intelligent, sometimes funny, affectionate and he fucks really good. It's kind of hard not to fall in love with him."

He stared at you intently, his eyes seemed to darken "Is that why you want me to leave? Because you are afraid of falling in love with me?"

That caught you off guard. He took another bite of the sandwich and waited for you to answer.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"No? I had a word with your Stephens and they seemed inclined to send me away to Kamar Taj. Is that what you want?" He looked at you intently, the blue eyes seemed to see inside you.

"It was what I wanted when you arrived. I'm not so sure anymore."

He nodded taking one last bite and then got up and took the plate off the table and placed it in the sink. He wiped his hands on the napkin and then turned to face you, both hands resting on the counter behind him, "You must decide what you want. I don't want to be where people don't want me. Contrary to what you think, at least at Kamar Taj I can be of service."

You did not answer. The idea of ​​him leaving suddenly seemed absurd to you. He was supposed to stay in the Sanctum. That was his home. He would be alone at the Kamar Taj.

"Now if you want me to stay, you'll have to start treating me a lot better, honey."

That made you roll your eyes "And how exactly do you want to be treated?"

"Let's start by stopping the eye rolling. I don't like that. And then we can discuss the agreement that exists between the three of you. I'd like to be a part of it."

You were surprised by his boldness.

"What makes you think I'm interested?"

He shook his head "Like I said, you need to make up your mind."

...

Supreme's mission lasted more than just a few days. It had been almost two weeks and you found yourself thinking about how you would feel if he didn't come back. The idea was too scary. You imagined your fellow Avengers coming back and saying something had happened, that he was dead. It was almost a physical pain.

You wonder if you'd be expected to cry or would it be weird if you did? What the fuck people expected you to do?

When they got back, Supreme stayed at the Kamar Taj and Defender claimed that Wong had asked him to help with some errands. Stephen didn't even bother trying to explain. It was clear to you that the two Stephens were defending their territory and pushing Supreme away from the Sanctum for good. The idea that previously seemed like the best decision to make now seemed authoritarian, meaningless and even cruel. Still, you didn't say anything. What could you say? Supreme was right, you needed to decide what you wanted.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice when it was time to leave work. Your boss knocked on the door and warned you. You grabbed your purse and car keys and left. Your head was aching and the traffic didn't helped to easy the pain.

When you finally got home you were too tired to even think about going upstairs to your room so you put your purse and keys on the counter, kicked off your shoes and sat down in the armchair by the fireplace, but staring at the empty couch in front of you didn't help you feel better, quite the opposite. You missed him. As unbelievable as it might seem, it was true. You missed his ill-timed comments, the teasing, the smirks, basically everything. You wanted him back, you needed him back.

You moved your fingers on your temples feeling that the headache was getting worse so you got up, took a pill from your bag and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea.

You were standing there in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to go off tapping the floor with your toe and you were barely aware of Stephen's presence until he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck, his goatee making your skin crawl. "May I have some tea?"

You wrapped your arms around his  "Of course." You turned to kiss him softly, but he cupped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with a need that surprised you.

 He released you when he realized you weren't in the same mood as him, but he covered it up as well as ever.

"How was in the work?"

You smiled "Fine." You took your hand to your temple.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly replacing your hand with his. He held your head in both hands.

"Nothing, just a headache. A very painful headache."

He nodded, his thumbs moving in circles on your temples.

"Does it help?"

You shook your head no and squinted your eyes "It's different this time, stronger."

He pressed his thumb to the middle of your forehead "Does it hurt here?"

You nodded.

"Are your eyes sensitive to light?"

You hadn't noticed until he mentioned it, but you were bothered by kitchen lights "Yes."

"It's not a headache, sweetheart. It's a migraine. Never had one before, hm?"

The kettle whistled and you busied yourself making two cups of tea for yourselves.

"They are usually caused by stress, insomnia and prolonged fasting. In addition to genetic factors"

You handed him the cup and swallowed your pill taking a sip of tea right after. "I really didn't need to have one right now."

He took a sip of tea "You're stressed, you've barely been sleeping, you haven't been eating properly... Y/n, you need to talk to me.

You shook your head "Just tell me this pain will pass soon."

He sighed "In a few hours probably."

"Great."

The two took a sip in silence. There was something between you. You could feel it, he could feel it, and it was killing you.

"Stephen..."

He waited for what you had to say, but something in his eyes said he already knew what it was.

"Supreme needs to come back home. He belongs here and not at Kamar Taj."

"You said you wanted him gone."

You sighed "That was before..." You stopped before saying more than you should. "His place is here." You repeated.

He took a long drink of his tea and then shook his head "Do you miss him?"

"Stephen, this has nothing to do with me."

He chuckled dryly "Of course it has. It's all about you, Y/n"

You swallow thickly. "Ask what you really want to know then, Stephen. No more mincing words."

He looked away for a second and then sighed looking deep into your eyes "Do you love him?"

You reached out to touch his hand and held it tight in yours "I don't know. But I have feelings for him and I miss him here."

Stephen nodded "What do you want me to do? I'm lost here, Y/n. Do you want me to make a deal with him like I did with Defender? Do you want us to share you with him?"

You rolled your lips. That was what you wanted, but you feared the price was too high. "I don't know. All I know is that I don't want to lose you, Stephen."

He placed the cup on the counter and took a step towards you pinning you against the counter and then cupped your face in his hands "You will never lose me, sweetheart. I love you so much... my love for you is the only thing that helps me deal with all this madness. Not just for me, but because I know that any version of me will love you just as much. How can I fight this?"

You smiled shyly "I don't want to fight anymore. If there's one thing I know it's that I'll always want you, I want each one of you because I love you Stephen. I love you too much."

"I know. I love you too, sweetheart, but do you have any idea how hard this is for me?"

You nodded "I'm sorry."

He placed a kiss on your forehead and took the cup from the counter and walked away pulling a chair and sat down.

"You understand that it's not just me now, don't you? It's not enough that I agree to bring Supreme back, you need to ask Defender."

You nodded pulling up a chair and sitting down too "I know, but I couldn't ask him before talking to you first."

...

Defender sat in his small office at the Kamar Taj and gestured for Supreme to sit down as well. There were issues to be dealt with and he was apparently the best person to handle the situation. He was certainly more patient than the other Stephen, but to be fair, all the patience in the world didn't seem to be enough to deal with Supreme Strange.

Supreme stared at him for a long moment, but then he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Stephen asked me to talk to you first..."

"She made up her mind then, she wants me too. It must have been hard for him to accept."

Defender managed not to roll his eyes "I can't imagine why he thought it wouldn't be a good idea for you both to talk now."

Supreme clasped his hands in his lap "I'm all ears."

"We have rules. Very strict rules. Most of them were created by Y/n and Stephen and I agree. We follow them and they work. That's the key to making this relationship work."

Supreme nodded. "Okay. And what are those rules?"

Defender sighed "She'll explain everything to you when you get back home, but that's not the point. What he needs..." Defender ran a hand over his face "What I need is for you to give us your word that you will abide by the rules even if you don't like them."

"Even if I don't like them? How can I promise that I'll follow rules I don't know about?"

Defender wanted to punch him in the face. Even though he wasn't a violent man, he wanted to punch Supreme in the face. However, he just took a deep breath and decided to be honest.

"Do you love her?" He asked dryly and Supreme stared at him in surprise.

"I loved her before I even met her. You told me you saw her in your dreams once or twice? I saw her every night. With him. I spent two years of my life wanting to be him, wanting to have what he had. So when he offered the chance to have her I didn't think for a second. I accepted the rules before they were even made and followed them strictly and we created a good life here, together, the three of us."

Supreme shifted in his chair "I don't know if I understand where you're going with this..."

"I need to know that we're not risking the life we ​​have on a caprice, because of some kind of stupid competition you might think exists between the three of us or because you think you have some right to it just because you're one of us."

Defender stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Supreme nodded "It's not like that at all. I can't say it's love because I've never felt something like that before. You know, we're not like that. I had Christine, you..."

Defender shook his head "I had Christine too"

"But it's not the same. I always hoped it would become something else, but it never did."

"Because it wasn't meant to be. Christine never loved us, we never loved her, not really."

Defender remembered very well his relationship with Christine Palmer and how he blamed himself for screwing up after the accident. It took a long time to understand.

"I feel like I can do this right..." Supreme said "...at least this time... Yes, I think I love her."

Defender sighed getting up, "Fine. So give me your word and we can get this over with.”

Supreme stood up "Okay. You have my word."

The two shook hands and Defender opened a portal to the Sanctum.

"I'll be teaching tomorrow until 2pm. Stephen will attend a conference at Avengers Tower and then head straight to Kamar Taj. She'll be alone in the Sanctum."

Supreme nodded "Thank you, Defender."

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Can we please have a sneak peek at your Donna Troy x kryptonian reader, chemical brain fic?

I LOOOOOVE how there is one person who follows me who is obsessed with Donna Troy. and specifically obsessed with this fic (you are probably the person who requested it, shout out to you)

when I finish this fic, know it was for you. ALSO, I added 'first kiss with Donna Troy' to my schedule, just for you <333

I am gonna put this one back on my schedule again too

also looking at it, there is way more of it done than I thought there was (but I still need to finish like 60% of it oof)

soooo - SURE. a preview it is

(Currently Untitled) The Rage Chemical Fic - Donna Troy x Fem!Kryptonian!Reader (Angst, Hurt and Comfort) - FANFIC PREVIEW

(also this fic really needs a title. like badly)

Warnings for this preview: cheesy flirting, mentions of Dawn x Dick (because this is set during the 'flashback era' with the OG Titans); not a lot of warnings here? stalking/unknown surveillance, the reader being a target for Cadmus and not knowing it, the reader uses she/her pronouns; the reader has Kryptonian powers (super strength, flight, lazer eyes, etc.) but I don't think that it has to denote the reader's body type. I think that's it for this preview section.

...

It was an odd sight, but strangely enough - the Tower was calm.

Somehow, the Titans had stumbled upon the conditions to have themselves a calm, quiet Sunday. Garth and Hank were sitting on the couch trying to best each other in Call of Duty, their eyes glassed over as they stared at the screen and obnoxious shooting noises came from the TV (which had been forcefully turned down by Donna so that everyone else could enjoy their peace). Dick was sitting in one of the large armchairs with Dawn in his lap - it seemed that he was enjoying a rare moment of not having to do much of anything, soaking up the calmness. 

And you were in the kitchen with Donna, preparing a selection of foods for a homemade taco night (Donna’s idea), snacking on more bits than you were helping with as she pattered around, glancing between recipes she had pulled up on her iPad and stirring pots, chopping things, checking timers. Even when the team had the day off - she couldn’t rest. She was a busy body, she couldn’t help herself. 

“Six letter word for a rare flower?” Dawn was doing the Sunday crossword puzzle, and as usual, she had tried to get the answers on her own for a while, bending her own mind with the clues - but she was growing tired of guessing, so now she was fishing for answers. 

“Lamium?” Dick posed, running a hand gently up her back, quietly pleased to have such a beauty sitting in his lap. 

Dawn scrunched her nose as she looked at the puzzle closer. 

“No.” She said. “It starts with a D.”  

“A rare flower? How about - Donna?” You said, turning to Donna with a wicked smirk on your face as you popped a piece of raw bell pepper between your lips. 

Donna rolled her eyes at this very obvious bid to flirt, and you caught her suppressing a grin as she snatched a cutting board out from under you, filled with the peppers you had just been cutting - before she moved away with it, she leaned in a gave you a haste, sweet peck on the lips. She wanted to scold you when she tasted a variety of food on your lips and realized that you had been sneaking so much of it that was supposed to go into the final dinner, but she resisted. Instead, she turned and scooped the peppers into a pan on the stove behind her. 

“Barf.” Hank barged into the conversation suddenly, letting out a very fake gag.

...

Somewhere many miles outside of San Francisco, in a secluded bunker that was filled with Cadmus employees that couldn’t be traced back to LexCorp legally, a group of people eagerly watched a set of security monitors. 

Those monitors were filled with footage of you. Newsreels of you saving children from burning buildings, lifting cars off a collapsing bridge in order to save the people inside of them, cellphone footage of you holding up a concrete pillar to keep it from crushing a homeless encampment. 

In the center of all the screens, there were several invasive views of the Titans’ home. Someone had hacked into the Tower’s feed and was displaying it on those screens. While the Titans laughed, joked, and ate dinner, they had no clue that they were being watched by prying eyes. 

“Are you sure she’s the one?” One of the men asked, flicking through some pages on a clipboard in front of him. Files regarding your history. 

“She’s perfect.” A stern woman announced. “I want to start the test as soon as possible.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Someone else agreed. “We can have it launched within the hour.” 

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

Next door neighbors.

PAIRING: garroth Ro’Maeve x reader

TAGS: idk honestly I’m new to all this ig it’s happyish.

CW: body dysmorphia, kissing but nothing more. ( that’s all I can think of )

Guys this is my first time writing a fanfic so please be nice but give me advice in the comments! Love you all!

The bright morning sun shone through the trees, the birds chirped happily the air was filled with a sweet fragrance of flowers, and everything seemed peaceful. A peaceful scene to the eye. Y/n wakes up in her room, a slight glare of her rainbow glass window film through her black curtains. Y/n's room has always been so peaceful everywhere she goes she turns the room into a sanctuary that’s something garroth loved about her, where ever she was she brought peace. Y/n finally gets her lazy butt up and Begins to head stairs since it was only her mom and Aphmau who lived in their house it was normal for them to walk around in underwear and tee shirts so that’s exactly what she is wearing except this morning they had a guest over. It’s Zianna!! half way through the kitchen “Good morning girly” Zianna says in her cheerful voice with a wide smile, y/n stops realizing she has her shirt up to wipe her face with it revealing her stomach and underwear fully then puts it down really fast upon hearing her voice “ zianna! What are you doing here?” Y/n asks Sylvanna your mother smacks you for being rude “That is no way to talk to somebody “ she scolded you “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way “You were very quick to apologize in fear of offending someone “ it’s quite alright bow tie” she says giggling as she makes a joke about the design on your underwear “ so me and your mom were talking and tonight we are hosting a dinner party!!! It’s going to be so exciting, everyone is going to be formal and wear suits/dresses!!!” She says very thrilled “ oh wow that sounds exciting “ y/n says kinda plain and turns around to grab cereal and milk slightly ignoring the rest of the conversation. Y/n doesn’t love dresses Well, she loves them but wearing them is different often they make her feel too wide or too chunky cause she has curves that she doesn’t like but she tries not to think about that too much and just eats until she is snapped out of her head by zianna saying “ that’s great id love to take her shopping with me “ and your mom saying “ great y/n loves shopping and spending all my money so I’m glad you want her to spend yours “ they laugh together and y/n turns around confused what they were talking about “ huh?” Y/n asks “Baby you going shopping with Zianna today for a new dress cause you don’t have any “Sylvanna states then proceeds to play Candy Crush on her iPad

( she’s such an iPad kid parent)

“ I’ll be ready in an hour to pick you up to go shopping be readyyyyyyy” Zianna yells while walking out the door. You sign and run up the stairs getting ready as fast as you can. Hair, makeup, outfit.

Anyway, after all that was done, she had a few minutes to spare so she grabbed a cute white bag with Sanrio characters on it and a dark green water bottle for aesthetic purposes. Right as she finished filling her water bottle zianna texts her to come to the car so y/n heads and gets in the car in the passenger seat but as she bucked in she screamed in horror seeing garroth in the back seat she didn’t know he was coming or that he was there so he spooked her, he laughed and asked if she was alright and she then began laughing and they started a conversation “ I didn’t know you were coming “ y/n says “ oh yeah I just decided last minute I wanted to come “ garroth says

( he probably wanted to come to see her)

They keep talking all the way to the mall

( garroths hyper fixation recently has been sea animals so he just tells her a bunch of facts about them the whole way there )

Once they get to the mall they immediately head to the Dress shop and start looking after like 20 minutes y/n finds a few dresses they like and now you're going to try them on and have a little fashion show for Zianna and garroth which you are not excited about because it feels embarrassing and you don’t like how you look in dresses and don’t wanna look bad in front of garroth but she carry’s on. The first dress she puts on is this black square chest silk tight dress. She looks in the mirror for a few minutes just staring at her body thinking then she snaps out of it and walks out to show them the dress “Oh you look so beautiful darling” Zianna immediately says then looks at garroth and he says “ I think you look very nice “ he smiles sweetly after collecting her compliments she heads back in to try on more dresses after 5 dresses she didn’t enjoy it was finally time to try the last dress on which she saved because she wanted to save the best for last it’s her favorite cause there’s not much going on it it’s simple and plain. Putting it on she didn’t expect to like it but she didn’t expect to hate it she hoped it would be a medium choice but when she put it on she fell in love with it, the way it made her body look made her feel a little more confident. She walks out to show off the outfit but unlike all the other dresses she is smiling this time while zianna calls her gorgeous and praises her body she is looking into the full body mirror outside the dressing room admiring herself, while garroth admires her. Zianna walks away to put all the other dresses back leaving garroth and y/n alone. “ you look gorgeous not only because of your dress but because of your smile I'd love to see you look at yourself like this more, it’s refreshing for you to see yourself the way others do “ garroth says standing behind her looking at her face through the mirror y/n keeps the smile on her face but it turns into a cheesy blushy smile “ thank you garroth” she says quietly. zianna comes back to pay so y/n changes her clothes back and they wrap up at the store and begin heading home

( ofc on the whole way back they talked about sea animals again)

After they got home y/n went home to get ready for the party and so did zianna and garroth now a few hours later aphmau y/n and your mom walk over to the Ro’Meaves house

(I forgot to mention live right across from your house )

As you enter the house you're hit with the smell of lasagna your favorite food.

( if you have a problem with that write your own story )

Your mom walks straight to the kitchen leaving you and aphmau alone in the doorway but thankfully here comes garroth who looks so dapper in his suit and tie, he comes down the stairs so fast you think he’s going to slip

“ hello girls, “ he says hitting the bottom step a little rough it makes a boom “Hello garroth” aphmau and you say in union. He leads them to the living room so they can get comfortable while dinner is still cooking. They all sit in different places. Garroth sits In a chair that’s separated from the couch and y/n is sitting on the long couch while aphmau sits on the shorter couch “So how was shopping earlier?” Aphmau says after a minute of silence “Fun “ garroth says “Okay “ y/n says awkwardly then it gets silent again until Vylad comes running down the stairs to grab aphmau so they can play their dumb game that they have been obsessed over recently “Sooooo” “so” is the only conversation at the moment “ alright I’m bored of this, show me around the house I mean I’ve been here but only as a guest “ y/n finally says “ yeah!! Okay let’s do that” garroth says excitedly getting up “ umm so this is a lamp and these are our couches and um this is our tv hm walls “ he points to ever item he sees calls its name while walking her through the house then they get to the back yard and y/n sees the tree house her and garroth used to play in when they were kids “ wow you guys still have this thing?” She says shocked “Yep, “he says smiling like an idiot cutely. Y/n begins to climb the broken ladder to the treehouse “Wait I don’t think that’s safe what if it does hold you “ he says “ RUDE!” She yells back “ No No No I didn’t mean it like that I’m sure anything could hold you I know I could with ease, “ he said trying to make it better but ended up sounding a little creepy. She made it into the tree house and is just sitting up there “Garroth come up” she yells down to him “ I don’t think it will hold me “ he says with concern for his safety “Come up anyway “ she throws her hand out of the tree house to wave him up, he begins climbing up the ladder, trembling the whole time cause it sounds like it will break but he makes it up all the way and into the small tree house with her, it’s kinda a tight space but it’s okay “ isn’t this so nostalgic, me and you up Here again “ she says while giggling and garroth couldn’t help but just fawn over her I mean look at it from his eyes, there’s this gorgeous girl who has the same sense of humor as him, listens to him talk about the most random things without telling him to be quiet and stop talking

( yeah garroth is a certified yapper)

Not to mention she’s gentle with everything even inanimate objects, she cares so very much about everything, she is just his dream girl so watching her giggle while being so close to her made him just take action and lean forward to kiss her, after a second he pulls back cause she didn’t kiss him back “ I am so sorry y/n I-“ garroth tried to say but he was cut off by y/n kissing him back, they swap spit for a few seconds then pull back again to look at each other it was silent but there breathing, she had her had placed on his chest, they held eye contact “ I’ve had a huge crush on you for a while now “ garroth whispers “ oh really I didn’t notice “ y/n says with a laugh causing garroth to laugh also she smiles while looking at him and just leans in to kiss him again” KIDSSSSSAS DINNNER IS READYYYYYYYYYY” zianna calls from inside yet somehow it sounds right in your ear. She breaks the second kiss

“Let’s go inside now”

[sneakygoldie]

Current Fandoms and Stuff I like! (will update often)

(Most favorite ones are Sailor Moon and Ojamajo Doremi, but the rest are a fight for second place! >:3)

Ed Edd N Eddy

South Park

Digital Circus

Murder Drones

BFDI/BFDIA/BFB/TPOT (most recent fandom)

Leo (2023 movie yeah 💀)

Regular show

Sailor Moon

Ojamajo Doremi

Precure

The Amazing World of Gumball

MHA

Cute High Earth Defense Club

Catscratch

Bluey

Marvel stuff (hehe)

Dragon Ball

Demon Slayer

Spooky Month

One Piece

Naruto

PPGZ and PPG

Canimals

Jewelpet

Pripara

Cardcaptor Sakura

Tokyo Mew Mew

Housebroken

Princess Tutu

All of Aphmau’s series! :>

Percy Jackson

Warrior Cats

Aristocats

Oliver and Company

Proud Family

Peanuts

Adventure Time

Lucky Star

Talking Tom and Friends

FHFIF

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Whatever Happened to Robot Jones

Steven Universe

101 Dalmatians the Series

1O1 Dalmatian Street

Animal Jam (Play Wild and OG)

Roblox

Genshin Impact

Canimals

The Amazing Digital Circus

Bitlife

Sims 4

Dungeons & Dragons

The Simpsons

12. oz Mouse

(still fairly new to some of these, so yeahhhh)

Now time to explain the rules in this blog and some stuff about me!

-fav animal is seals bc they so silly, also one my most fav youtubers, leamon puppy has her main as a seal, think that’s where I first started loving seals so much but idk XDDD

-I absolutely love vintage vids, just something so interesting about them to me! I love animes from the 90s-2010s most, but my most FAVORITE anime genre is magical girls!

-My first magical series was probably Glitter Force (SMILE PRECURE DUB YALL), but then Sailor Moon caught my eye and it is one my favs to this day! I finished Tokyo Mew Mew first though!

-Fav character is Pop Harukaze! She doesn’t get much of a role in Ojamajo Doremi as a Ojamajo, but something about her personality or something.. I am just living for it!

-Some other favs.. and yes I have a long list bc my autistic brain can’t choose favorites when they are so unique.. are Tsubomi/Cure Blossom, Komugi/Cure Wonderful, Ice Cube (BFDI+), Bubble (BFDI+), Ruby (BFDIA+), Gelatin (BFDIA+), Flower (BFDI+), Two (BFB), Firey (BFDI+), X (BFB), Teardrop (BFDI+), Four (BFB), Bloo (FHFIF), Mac (FHFIF), Aiko (Ojamajo Doremi), Onpu (Ojamajo Doremi), Chibi Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi, Saki/Cure Bloom, Minako/Sailor Venus, Erika/Cure Marine, Nagisa/Cure Black, Bu-Ling/Mew Pudding, Yayoi/Cure Peace, Love/Cure Peach, Hana-chan (Ojamajo Doremi), Pollun/Porun (Precure), Jewlulu (Pripara), Tweek (you know what), Oz (Canimals), Muffin (Bluey), Zane (Mystreet/Aphmau), Garroth (Mystreet/Aphmau), Kim (Mystreet/Aphmau), Ian (Mystreet/Aphmau) and Noi (MID/Aphmau)!

-Fav color is lavender and pastel yellow

-Im scatterbrained at times, but can try remembering anything you say! Im clumsy and shy! <3

-“Do you have games on your phone” YES BUT LEAVE THEM IF ITS MY PHONE OR IPAD XDDD, especially my dear Animal Jam >:3

-I don’t really prefer to talk on email or text.. just tell me something on here or a social media platform like Youtube or Deviantart! I still use Gold the Ostrich as the user!

-Fav thing to say is “HOR HOR HOR HOR HOR” all i freaking know about fnaf is the movie with unnecessary add on lore 💀

-I don’t mind cussing, it’s just not a full on “lifestyle” for me

Now some rules! <3

-Everyone is allowed on my blog, it is mostly a tickle/random blog, but it’s quite decent so far!

-If you dislike this blog, please don’t say unnecessary stuff in your blogs, posts in any other media, etc if so. Just try ignoring this blog if possible.

-I can do commissions, especially of the following fandoms, but pls don’t get too upset if I don’t know a certain fandom, sometimes I forget to add a fandom to here.

- I am a minor, 13 in fact! So no sussy requests pleaseeee!! any other tickle requests are okay, even from fandoms I dont know, or your ocs! pls dont be mad if I don’t want to do your request! I will do anything that is sfw and accept lgbtq+ characters aswell!

-Might update this later, but this is good for now! Also this might stay as my only blog due to having no other ideas for blogs at the moment

[myarchivesfile]

Pre-Game (14+) | DPR Ian

song recommendation! leave the door open by bruno mars ☆

pairing. “you” 𔗫 dpr ian

playlist suggestion here!

You were sat at the dining table, drawing on your iPad when lens and blinding lights were thrown your way.

“I can’t believe you’re drawing right now!...”, someone said pointing the camera, and laughing “My God!”

Ian was laying down on the living room couch with his feet up, listening to her talk when he began...

“It’s still pre-game”, Ian stated, Atta rolled eyes and turned the camera his way.

“Though “it’s pre-game” she could go around rather than being stuck in a corner. Don’t you think, babe?”, she asks him.

“No, I don’t think so, babe”, she replays his words, “Mimic is an act of flattery”, he mocked her. He winks at her and she gives him a finger, “Oh. That hurt.”

One of his friends called him over to the kitchen, and he left; Atta took his place on the couch and stayed there doing something you didn’t pay any mind to.

You’ve been at the party for about two hours...

You walk outside to see how’s the weather, luckily no one was there out there.

You deep breathe out and rest your head on the wall...

But a loud noise ended your peace, making your heart race. Someone is coming out.

“Sorry”, “Are you good?”, you nod ‘Yes’, “Atta is not kind at all — sometimes — but she is a nice girl.”

“Thank you for earlier...”, ‘Yeah’, “But you don’t have to apologize on her behalf. She’s her own person after all, isn’t she?”

He says “You’re welcome” and you give him a gentle smile.

He inhales and proceeds to you a question, “I’m not trying to cover up for Atta when I say this, but...Can we get a drink?”

...What?, you thought. “Aren’t you two involved?”, he pauses with his lips parted and a blank stare at the empty.

You can see it in his eyes...He’s in shock. Is the idea of dating her such a nightmare?

He snorted, but didn’t laugh. “She’s like a cousin to me.”, he pauses to think, “We’re friends...We joke but it’s all platonic.” He’s flustered!

I see some history there... Interesting.

“I see...”, you giggle, “Can I ask something personal?”, ‘Yeah. Sure.’, “You two have never, ever hooked up?”

“No. Never. I’m sure dating her is an honor but if I’m being honest, I view her differently. Get it?”, you nod yes, “She’s a good person but we’re too close to become romantically involved. For me it’s bond over physical — Sometimes.”

You both laugh.

“I poured my mind out, and now I need a drink”, he says, opening the door and letting you in first then shutting the door closed, “Let’s pour it up!”

[tumanlll]

For the first time these days I picked up an iPad, my eyes react disgustingly to the brightness, but I’m trying to get used to it. I just realized that for now I can only scribble something on paper, I’ll show you a small sketch in the next post. In the meantime, I continue bed rest, long sleep for several days and peace in a dark room. I'm a little wobbly, but I feel a little stronger. While I was lying in bed, I came up with a couple of full-fledged pieces of art for you, so after that I’ll immediately start implementing them. I once again realized how sociable I am and how difficult it is to remain alone for many days, although only a week has passed… I still cannot use technology: headphones, phone, tablet, computer. Maximum for a couple of hours a day and peace again. I would like to quickly return to normal life without restrictions… I decided to remind myself, so to speak, and write that I am alive hahaha, otherwise while I was lying here the asset was growing, and I am not publishing new posts… Loneliness eats away, but I'll be back soon, I think.

[blackberrysummerblog]

(Not even close to Six) Sentence Sunday

Hi all, and thank you so much to everyone who tagged me last week! I haven’t been doing as much writing as I’d like because there’s some work being done on the part of my house where I usually write, and there’s just literally nowhere else I can set up shop. I’m sitting on my couch right now with my ipad resting on the arm while I attempt to type this post on a bluetooth keyboard wobbling in my lap…the worst.

I was going to post a few bits from two new WIPs I’m doing (one will be for mermay if I get it done in time!), but I also wanted to share this scene from my crucible marriage fic. Then it was just going to be too long, so, here: I’ve been working in more Mage-related plot and this is a scene where Simon is returning home after being sent off on another bullshit MacGuffin mission.

I’m reading when Simon slinks in, the avenging angel as he’s seldom portrayed in film and literature. “I’m so beat, Baz.”

He looks it. Simon’s shoulders slump as he drags himself across the room, kicking his shoes off along the way. He yawns extravagantly, and I notice a bruise on his jaw.

I let my book drift to the side and watch him climb onto the bed; his eyelids droop as he crawls toward me on all fours. Without giving pause or so much as another word, Simon clambers over me and drops down on top of my stomach, one leg pressed between mine and his head nuzzling into my chest. He gives a deep, satisfied sigh as he wraps his arms around my ribcage.

I lift my book and consider giving him a thwack, but instead I bury my nose in his hair and kiss the top of his head. “My poor love. Day not as easy as promised, hmm?” Snow’s head moves from side to side, his nose buried in my shirt. He’s roasting hot, as always, and heavy, though not enough to hurt me. He smells of sweat, smoke, frying butter, and something else. It’s some kind of dirt, possibly soot—I’ll have to spell both him and the bedclothes clean once he’s asleep, which based on the evidence will be in about thirty seconds. “Shall I read to you?” I murmur, well aware that he won’t be the least bit interested in Heart of Darkness.

Snow mumbles something that sounds like “Love the sound of your voice,” then shifts his face so that his mouth is less in my clothing. “’S okay for me to sleep on you,” he says—it’s not a question. He’s an unreserved nightmare, sent to destroy my peace and drool on my favorite shirt.

“Hmmph.” Bracing my arms over his ridiculous broad shoulders, I begin to read aloud. What does it mean that he’s this comfortable with me already? Am I the person he wants comfort from now, and if so, why? Have I given him any reason to believe I’ll give it? Simon sighs in what seems to be both exhaustion and contentment when I begin reading aloud. He wriggles back and forth in a manner that feels somehow impossibly good and innocent all at once, like I’m simply an extension of the bed he’s making himself comfortable on. Sure enough, he’s snoring softly within minutes, and I let the book drop again so that I can stroke his hair. It’s thick enough that his scalp is barely visible when my fingers rake through his curls. I spell Simon clean and perform a Kiss it better on his bruise, although I can’t reach his jawline to kiss. Stroking it lightly while kissing his forehead seems to do the trick. “Oh, Simon, love.” I indulge myself enough to rub small circles on his back, between and below his wings, resting the palm of my other hand on the nape of his neck. “Why do you let him do this to you?” Tugging the back of his t-shirt up, I check for kidney damage before gently rolling him onto his side to examine his chest and stomach. There’s a few scratches but no sign of internal bleeding, thank snakes.

Deciding against changing into pajamas, I merely turn off the light and nestle back down into my pillows, unsurprised when Simon rolls back over so he’s half on top of me, his arm and leg landing like dead weight across my body.

Magic above, I love him with every aching cell in my heart.

I’d return every cut, every bruise, every hurt he suffers threefold, if I could. The worst part is the Mage’s indifference; Snow performs his duty as if it’s enough, and that someday he’ll come home to his mentor’s smiles and open arms, and praise for a job well done. Meanwhile the son of a direhog barely seems to notice the bits and pieces being flayed off his protege with each mission; it’s the Mage’s due, and it never even seems to occur to him that Simon would light up at a single warm word from him. Snakes, it wouldn’t occur to him to want Simon to light up.

“Sweetheart,” I murmur, because Snow is asleep and can’t hear me. “Darling.” I run my fingers through his hair lightly, so lightly. If I were human—if I were alive—I’d have to shift him soon; his great heavy body would be crushing my aortic artery right now and starving me of oxygen. Simon Snow-Pitch nuzzles against me in his sleep, his arms tightening around me as he rubs his face on my chest. “I’ll take care of you. Always,” I whisper into thick bronze curls. I don’t mean to, but my lips wander down to his ear and I hear myself whisper again, “Darling.” It’s barely noticeable, but Simon smiles at whatever dream he’s having, and then softly exhales.

Sorry if I tag anyone who’s already posted today! @palimpsessed @larkral @thehoneyedhufflepuff @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon @imagineacoolusername @raenestee @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bazzybelle @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @j-nipper-95 @cutestkilla @alleycat0306 @sailorblossoms @stardustasincocaine @valeffelees and anyone else who’d like to share!

[orienteddreamerrr]

I wanted to share this for some time now…I had this typed up on my IPad…I made this back at the beginning of this year…literally…but a day before then I had a panic attack and so I made this Dagan Gera Imagine in return…In THIS story though is how I describe the panic attack that happened to ME so…please don’t take this the wrong way...

If you ever had any panic attacks though, we can relate!

But below, if you wanna read, is the Imagine:

You have a Panic Attack…but Dagan is there to help!

(KINDA SHORT!) (First Imagine of the Year!)

Rating: PG for…angst, dealing with panic attacks but very fluffy!

You wake up one morning to the sun rays hitting your face. You stretch yourself out as you look over to see Dagan was still resting beside you. He looked so peaceful! You can’t help but smile at the sight as you slowly get up from the bed without waking him as you get yourself dressed. You had entered the small lavatory when you felt a strong swell of nausea. It got stronger as your heart starts to pound within your chest. Uh oh, a panic attack is coming on! You lean your weight onto the counter to steady yourself as you start the breathing exercises Dagan had taught you during your meditation sessions with him but it wasn’t working.

You didn’t want to wake him but you had no choice. You slowly walked out of the lavatory as you stand there in the doorway, feeling your heart start to race even more. “Dagan? Dagan! Wake up!”, You call to him, seeing him sit up instantly as he looks over to you, his brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”, He asked. You were unable to answer as you walk back inside the lavatory, leaning onto the counter to steady yourself again as you start to cry. Your breathing starts to quicken, your legs get wobbly, your hands start to tremble. This was a full blown panic attack!

You soon felt a strong arm wrap around your waist from behind…it was Dagan. He probably felt what you were going through–of course, by using his Force ability. “It’s okay…breathe deep breaths…I’m here…”, He whispers that into your ear as you listen to him, slowly taking in deep shaky breaths. Tears were already streaming down your face as Dagan reaches over to gently wipe some away. “Come on, deep breaths…follow my lead…”, You could feel his bare chest press up against your back, feeling it go up and down in a slow rhythm. You follow that rhythm, your heart rate starting to slow. “That’s it…you’re doing well…”, He whispers into your ear again, planting a gentle but feathery kiss to your neck as he attempts to comfort you further.

It was for a minute longer when you felt everything return back to normal. You swallow as you turn to face him, seeing his face full of worry. You quickly wipe away the rest of your tear-stained face as you meet his gaze. “How do you feel?”, He asks you, feeling his hand gently rub up and down on your arm as he continues to comfort you. You could only nod to answer him as you lean against the counter behind you, trying to take a small respite from what happened. You let out a shaky breath as Dagan wraps an arm around you, attempting to hug you. It took you a minute to realize what he was doing as you slowly hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“You’re fine…you don’t have to suffer like this anymore…”, You hear him murmur those words as he gives your cheek a peck. After a moment of settling, Dagan leads you over to the bed and makes you lay down on it. He tucks you in as he tells you to rest up, leaning down to give you one last peck on the forehead. You watch him leave with his clothes to get ready in another room as you could feel the exhaustion from the attack start to slowly creep up on you. Your eyes get heavy as you close them, feeling yourself drift off into slumber, hoping to sleep off the weariness from this attack so you can start the healing process.

The End!

If you enjoyed, I thank you!

[team-heavenly]

Drumroll‚ please! 🥁

It’s been some time, and I managed to slip on my promised deadline once again (thank you for your patience)... But finally‚ we return to the story of Teresa and Andrea in our Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky Randomizer!

A few items of note before we get started (and yeah sorry this is overly detailed and lengthy because idk what it means to be concise, just scroll down if you're not interested):

Please be aware: updates to Team Heavenly’s story will not be as frequent as they were during main. I now work a full-time job in a field where my schedule is somewhat contingent on unanticipated emergencies. And in general‚ I’m just a very busy adult! So I unfortunately can’t give you an exact (or even rough) timeline of when posts will be released— It basically comes down to whenever I have the time to do it. But rest assured‚ the entirety of this tale will be told… eventually!

I’ve gotten my hands on a newer tablet since last year, so my camera quality is much better now! …However. While snapping pics for this post‚ a seemingly unavoidable digital blue glare persisted‚ no matter how I adjusted my screen brightness. When I subsequently ran these photos through the auto function‚ they didn’t really… improve? So I had to do a lot of manual tweaking… Anyway‚ all of that to say if one shot doesn’t look visually consistent with another, it’s because each image got edited a little bit differently.

I will link multiple posts for a single "chapter" (see last bullet) in the same manner as before, with preceding and succeeding parts linked at the beginning and end, respectively. I’ll also update the table of contents in the pinned post for continued ease of navigation.

Also, please note... last year, my older iPad somehow managed to circumvent any sort of (consistent) image limit. But that is not the case this time! There is a strict hard limit of 30 images per post. It's therefore likely that post-game chapters will have more parts than the main-story chapters ever did. (Though whether that actually equates to a "lengthier" chapter is up for debate.)

As the post-game content does not get separated into official chapters‚ I will be partitioning the story based on subject matter! For example, this first act will focus on the guild’s graduation exam, the next will include Sky Peak, and so on. I also intend to use a random number generator to select chapter names from this list. (I mean, c’mon, that's part of the fun of a randomizer!) But for the sake of clarity, I will be including the actual subject matter after the chosen title in (parentheses). Thus‚ this first unofficial post-game chapter is known as…

Chapter 21: Would you like to eat moss?

(AKA: The Guild’s Graduation Exam)

As a result of Teresa and Andrea’s heroic actions… The destruction of time was stopped and peace returned to the world of Pokémon. They went back to Totodile’s Guild and fell back into their daily routine of vigorous training.

One morning‚ several months later…

Pineco: “:/ Hey hey, why can Teresa and Andrea take the graduation exam before we do? We’ve been around a lot longer…”

Tropius: “…They literally saved the world and have proven themselves to be worthy many times over. Also skill issue lol.”

Don’t feel bad for Pineco though; he’s not the only one getting roasted.

Lol rip.

Anyway‚ Andrea asks the very sensible question of what exactly this exam entails…

Dark Chasm? Evil MANSION?!

Are you— are you sending us back to the future‚ Totodile?! WTF??

Oh! That’s easy enough though. I mean‚ compared to scaling a collapsing tower while Time itself crumbled at our feet? Pshaw! This will be a cakewalk!

...You know, this is really the first thing that should have tipped me off as a kid 🤦‍♀️

🤨 How convenient.

Okay, so he's not gonna be any help, unfortunately. Looks like we're going in blind. (Haha unintentional pun...unless?)

But for real, anything that makes Mewtwo cry out in fear and run away is a force to be reckoned with indeed.

As we enter Nautical Cottage to begin our preparations, we run into our stand-ins for Teddiursa and Ursaring! After a quick chat, Horsea reveals they are also headed to the Dark Chasm...

*seen (sorry).

Also, at the risk of beating a dead Horsea (aHA! TWO FOR TWO ON THE PUNS!), y'all go play WHERE? *gets hit immediately by a Snipe Shot*

Andrea immediately suspects something is sus. Unfortunately, this is the smartest she's ever gonna get about it.

Anyway, it's been a hot minute, so I go to check my storage and evaluate what I have to work with...

BRUH?? I do NOT remember picking this up omg 😳

So my plan is to equip this for the exam, right? But then I totally forgot to do that 😅

Also I don't have a picture for this but I was able to buy 3 Poké from the Finnkecleon shop for free lol

✅Mission: set ✅Destination: arrived ✅Chance of success: 💯😎🎆

Oh my god, this really is the future of darkness!! I guess our efforts to save the world weren't enough, damn 😓

🎶I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways🎶

A couple of Gummis later, Teresa learns the Lava Evader IQ Skill! Neat!

Me when Ivysaur used Fly:

Believe it or not, this actually almost killed Andrea at 96 damage. But the stairs were nearby and I wasn't too worried about it until...

Go figure, amirite?

Then Andrea reminded me of the awesome power of Blizzard and we knocked out everyone except Combusken and the Kabuto on the first turn <3 And she got right back up again in no time with the Fast Healer skill!

Does anyone remember that one time when I had the foolish idea to forget Quick Attack in favor of Helping Hand? Yeah, not one of my smartest moves. But I managed to find a TM in this dungeon that does the same thing as Quick Attack but better!

Here's the info for Quick Attack:

And here's the info for Mach Punch:

Higher power and hit ratio? Yes please! (Yes, I'm aware both are only one star stronger. But hey, every bit counts.)

I teeechnically have enough room for three more images, but this feels like a natural transition point so click here to advance to Part 2!

[thebisexualswiftie]

What's the word for it?

Do you believe in love, Eden? If yes, then please do tell me what the word opposite to that of soulmates is. If soulmates do exist in other alternate universes, then do people like you and me who hate each other also exist in every other universe?

You, to many people, Eden are the epitome of a perfect person. But to me, you are not. I notice your flaws. You make the mistake of being kind, forgiving, and trustful every time in every universe. That maybe, is your only flaw. And that probably is also the reason you hate me now. It's because I see that one tiny dot of imperfection in you while others are blind to it.

I am the yin among the yangs or perhaps, I do not even have that tiny little dot of good left in me. But, you, Eden somehow manage to find the righteousness in me. That's the reason I hate you. I despise you for that. But I also like to think that we find each other in every universe.

In one universe, I'm a ghost. You, a girl, as innocent as ever, end up trusting me and I lure you into thinking that I'm a human capable of love. I on the other hand, end up betraying you and sucking the life out of you and enforce your soul to be tarnished and destroy it. I hate how close to reality this hits.

In another universe, you are a miner and I am the gold mine. That sounds tempting, doesn't it? You make the sore mistake of believing in me and ask your soul, the Canary to delve deeper into me, thinking it would find shelter, solace and peace in me. The canary, seeing the golden bits, thinks it's a mate for him. But alas! It's just me. I choke him to death, for, I have no breath left in me. I'm just a void. And I kill your soul.

In an alternate universe, you are a diligent sequoia tree and I'm an orchid. You think I'm a vine and let me grow on you. But oh, Eden, why do you never learn? I'm a mere parasite. I take every bit of life you have within yourself and I make you hollow.

In another life, you are a mouse and I am the food you have searched for, for days. But you fail to see the other part of me. I am, in reality a trap set up for you and you decide to see me as something desirable. I kill you. Again.

If you are a butterfly caught in a web, I am the spider who precariously wove it to trap you. If you are a budding sapling, I am the tyre that rolled over you only to leave you crushed to the ground. If you are a lonely traveller, lost in a desert, quenching with thirst, I'm the mirage that fooled you into thinking that I am oh so slightly useful. I am incapable of love, Eden. And that's why it's easier to choose hate over love.

And despite the fact that I say I hate you, I would be lying if I said that I do not love you anymore. I admire you, Eden.

All my enemies started out as friends and you, Eden are my best friend. You, Eden, will always be the love of my life. You are the only one who has ever seen me as something that can be healed. You ache and burn for me when you are the person who deserves to be ached and burned for.

There's this thin line between soulmates and people who hate each other and we, Eden, have unfortunately crossed the line and are on the latter side. So, what's the word for it?

With love hate,

Taylor.

P.S. This is slightly inspired by Champagne problems by Taylor Swift and the rest is my mind playing games with me .

Also, the art work is original. And I draw with my fingers on my phone as I do not own an iPad or a stylus so, please don't be critical! I just draw and write stuff for fun. :)

[newyorkkiss]

135, 119, 100 :D

100: whats your most listened to playlist?

my general listening diary which i've been curating since i was 16 lol

135: what’s a music pet peeve of yours?

hm. intentional record crackling on a track. awful stuff, especially if it actually runs throughout and you can hear it. really can't stand it. there's defs other ones but that one just seems to be the one on my mind rn

119: What music did you grow up on?

putting this last bc i wnna put a post cut here cuz im just gonna go on awhile SORRY this one means a bit.

i'm putting * next to my all time albums here

for the first 13 years of my life, i would say it's 70/80s chart hits through my parents, and modern pop radio on my own. mostly the latter. the first song i ever became aware of was nelly furtado's maneater when i was 5. most of what i really did grow up around was pop radio like your generic local station shit. then my parents got cable when i was 7 which introduced me to more... curated things? i'm gonna speak in australian pay tv networks and artists here i'm sorry i hate speaking like this. but [v] (may it rest in peace for its shuttering is easily one of the worst losses i've ever experienced) was like my slow awakening to my more "alternative" tastes than the general packaged pop i'd been so used to at that point, in the way it was mostly just 2008-12 peak era (imo) triple j buzz bands and that kind of thing. artists i really remember getting into that time because of that were the presets – who'd just released apocalypso* at this point – and ladyhawke* – who had just released her self titled debut (another all timer.) very related is that modular (the label that issued these albums, and of tame impala fame) genuinely had some fucking top tier albums out in 2008, like van she's v and another all timer and pitchfork best new album in ghost colours* by cut copy. insane year for them, but back to me. i was really getting into listening to the weekly top 40 on radio around this time too. my local station was mostly syndicated programming from 2day from a certain hour. like their usual weekdaily thing was their morning show which i have never heard for some reason, then it was just local in house selected garbage that i have permanently seered into my mind now until 3 when they started the pre-record syndicated stuff like hamish and andy or kyle and jackie o. which after 5pm is when The Fucking Goods happened and you got the ill-fated hot 30 which was pretty much became a ritual thing for me when i was 9 until it was canceled when i was 11. on weekends i would listen to my beloved take 40 which i continued doing up until i was 12 and gained a proper internet connection. when i think back on this time period it it's kinda crazy how much music i was listening to and the fact it was just something i did and didn't know anybody else who was like crazy deep in music like this. but it did give me my extensive knowledge of 2000s/early 2010s popular music which i've been curating in a playlist since i was 15 that was just a comfort list turned mutant.

but the turning point in my taste came when i was 12 and got an non-poor person internet connection aka wifi, an ipad and a dream. at this point i was slowly moving away from charts and into full albums – something i never really did. one of the first albums i owned was rogue trader's here comes the drums* and that until katy perry's teenage dream were like the only albums i'd heard back to back. first album i brought in 2013 was ellie goulding's halcyon* and i pretty much burnt it to my pc and listened to it and it only for like 6 months of the year, before buying calvin harris' 18 months* on itunes when they did that u have 3 singles from this album u can buy the rest for $6 thing. by this time i was starting to get on socials and drift into fandom. one of the first ones was dan & phil who are big fans of muse and spoke about how origin of symmetry* is their fave album by them and i was like, damn i gotta check this out. from that point onwards for another like 6 months was the only album and first discogs ever sought out and listened to. through being in that fandom i started getting into music circles which happened right at the biggest turning point of my life. by mid 2014 i'd started to venture into the 2014 tumblr-core stuff; sky ferreira, vampire weekend, the strokes, grimes and twigs, and my first super hyperfixated musical act, foster the people. i was on indie twitter by this point and consumed by it and had completely stopped and refused to listen to top 40 radio which i still don't do. by 2015 i'd basically crafted my alternative taste and begun collecting vinyl. here's my top artists from my old last.fm to illustrate where i am as a 14 year old:

it pretty much stayed like this for somewhat unchanged until 2017 when i got a spotify subscription and started listening to radiohead a fair bit lol. by early 2018 i was starting to listen to fantano-core stuff and by extension got into post-punk, iceage-ajacent bands which led me to posh isolation and started my interest in noise/ambient stuff. late 2019 i started listening to the brixton windmill-ajacent bands like black midi and bc,nr and started using rateyourmusic and just discovering things over time.

im sorry that this is so long and i dont expect anybody to read this lmao 😭

[scrreeeamformx]

fuck this weather

why is everything moving even slower than before today? im currently typing this in a dinosaur aged laptop belonging to my sis sitting at home with god knows what's the weather out there now, 35 degrees? and alternating between needing to sweat and also not overheating myself. i seem to remember that my sis describes me as being a carnivorous plant, i need water and moisture if not i just die which literally happened to me 2 days ago. temperature shot to 39.3 and i was delusional. body aching too much to get on my feet to wash up and head down to our family doctor, was in a half dazed mood the whole day, the bloody meds making my tongue all numb and all food tasting bland. well glad all thats over.

today is the last day of my so called medical leave and gotta return to being a cog in the machine of capitalism? economic growth? whatever it is, its the thing that gives me money so i can spend it however i like and on whoever i like. i just realised my last post was early april this year and it always feels like a whole year has passed since i last written in here. at least its still a consistent thing for me. no matter how infrequently i write. i still got opinions and stuffs to say, maybe not to humans but online. because this space is not meant for anyone but myself. so no judgements, no stonewalling, nothing, just peace and quiet, exactly how i want things to be.

my job is chaotic now, so different from the previous one but the time passes really quickly and im learning new shit which is all good. colleagues are pretty good as well, no mind games and management is old school/traditional which is fine by me. still not very sure about working under a female boss but time will tell. man once this week passes, it will be 3 weeks im in this new company, time sure passes quickly. the rest of my life is pretty much the same really. i miss hanging out with my group of 5, me included. can be totally myself with them, all of us feel the same way. minus the smoking and hard liquor. i think my 3 cups of soju bomb was my max till i flatlined. man at least it was in their home and not some pub or strangers home. glad to always have them, need to catch up soon like for real. for real.

why am i talking like im a homie? pretty soon i will be saying bruh to everyone and hierarchies be absent. i dunno i mean i read about this new generation now called generation Alpha? like how weird is that? i thought the alphabets thing was already weird enough but now we have alpha? said it came from being ipad babies, born and raised using ipads. sounds privileged and kinda sad though tbh to have ur whole world shaped using electronics without being able to use ur 5 senses to discover the world around you. damn im glad i was born a millenial, if i have a kid next time, wouldnt know if i am raising an alien or a child anymore. they be all smarter than us and taking over all our jobs in no time is what im saying.

guess thats all i have to say for now. peace out, love this community.