#and sadly only got the time to actually sit down and finish it when i got back home last night

[love-fireflysong]

They've all made it down the mountain. And now all of them sit in the cold waiting room of the ranger's station nursing their wounds as they wait for the ambulance to make it's way to them through the blizzard. And yet, all Mike can focus on is not his missing fingers, or how terrible of a condition that Jess is in. No, all he can focus on is just how fucking *quiet* everyone is being right now.

Ooof, coming in here three to five business days late, but here's my gift to @princewarmachine for the @untildawn-secretsanta! Sorry it's so late 😓 Tried my hand with something different and wrote a Emily/Mike friendship fic for you with some bonus of me trying to actually work the friendship of *everyone* into it as well.

I hope you enjoy it!

[radiohyo]

Oh, if only I could say something here. Actually, no — I can and should.

On November 7, I downloaded a book for the plane ride, on a friend’s recommendation. I knew nothing about it except that the main character was depressed and that somewhere down the line there would be a romance arc that, according to her, might interest me. I hadn’t seen any fan art, and of course I had no idea how much of it I would end up drawing myself (guys, my whole fan art collection only had two pieces of chinese novels, one Witcher drawing, and some random Homestuck thing from 2014).

But a few months later, I celebrated New Year reading ships — drawing Amber until almost midnight. During the valentine’s day party, I sat off to the side reading the Aslevjal part, and that same night I cried over the poem. The next day in the studio, I was so shattered I couldn’t even time the etching process properly, and instead of using gasoline, I tried to thin bitumen varnish with acetone.

For the past six months, I’ve remembered every event in my own life alongside the events of the books. I was sure that I’d outgrown this kind of hyperfixation when I left my teenage years behind — and I’m genuinely happy to have been wrong about that.

There’s one old video meme that I don’t know how to translate into English, and it came to mind while I was finishing the final book so I was just sitting there, stupidly smiling, stunned that the world I had lived in for half a year had just ended. But almost happy, too, with how it all turned out (sadly, the Wolf wasn’t a surprise — I got spoiled when I started suspecting Amber and went looking her up on the wiki). Maybe later I’ll collect my thoughts and talk about the ending as well.

The conclusion of all this: thank you, Robin Hobb.

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about Rin Itoshi with a partner who's an oldest sibling.

Well, he didn't even know you had a little sibling at first, since that topic never popped up in your conversations (actually, he probably avoided the topic family altogether). It just happened to slip up during an outing at the mall. You both just passed through a shop you knew your sibling liked, which made you remember their birthday was coming up. So, you grasped the opportunity to buy their gift beforehand to prevent you from forgetting it like you did last year and making your family member mad (again).

"Rinnie, let's stop here!"

"Huh? Why? I don't remember you mentioning you liked this shop before"

"It's not for me silly! It's for my lil sibling!"

"....you have a younger sibling?"

"Yeah!"

"And you buy them gifts?"

"...you don't buy your sibling presents?" (Of course, you didn't know about what happened between him and Sae and their strained relationship at the time)

"...no"

He looked really uncomfortable, so you just left it at that. You knew he would tell you eventually when he finally felt like he trusted you enough.

After that, Rin actually got pretty curious about you and your sibling. How was your relationship with eachother? Do you treat them well? (he knows you do, but the trauma he got when Sae left still haunts him to this day) Do they treat you well? (He hopes they do, because he won't take it lightly if they don't). Sadly, he couldn't go to their birthday becsuse he was playing abroad, but you gushed about the party while in call with him, talking about how "Your little baby was growing too fast" and how "You weren't ready for that". So, that answered (a part of) his questions: your relationship was just great. Amazing, even. And that only made him more curious and more anxious to meet them.

The opportunity to actually meet your sibling presents itself in an unsuspected night. It was one of Rin's rare day offs, which you both usually spend cuddling in the couch, eating tons of chocolate (actually it was you eating chocolate and him watching, because he had to follow a strict diet. More for you, I guess!) and watching some horrible horror movies that had such bad script, acting and special effects that they looked more like comedy movies.

You were finishing the popcorn when you heard the doorbell ringing. Since your hands were full, you asked Rin to open the door.

"Rinrin, sweetheart, could you please open the door? I'm busy with the popcorn right now!"

Without saying a word, Rin got up from the couch (where he was picking the movie for the night) and went straight to the door, wondering who could it be. Maybe you ordered take out. Maybe it was that sweet old lady that lived next door offering brownies again. Maybe a scout selling cookies. It could also be--

Oh.

He was NOT expecting this.

"...I think you got the wrong house" The striker said after opening the door and finding a teenager, probably not a lot younger that him (5 years at most). They were crying badly, with snot running down their nose and looking absolutely devastated.

"So, who is it--" you said, blissfully unaware that someone was having a breakdown at your front door. However, when you finally got to the door and saw who was there, you quickly put your hands over your mouth, muttering your sibling's name with a worried "Oh dear! What happened?" following right after.

You quickly ushered your sibling inside, told them to sit at the couch and went into the kitchen to make them some tea to help them calm down, not knowing Rin was right behind you ever since you closed the door, wondering "Who the hell is this person?", but not quite knowing how to ask.

"You're probably wondering who they are". There you were. Always knowing what he wants without him even needing to utter a word. That was probably one of the reasons your relationship worked so well, Rin thought.

"Yeah"

"They're my little sibling, the one I went to that birthday party last month"

"...ah."

"I don't know why they're crying tho. I hope I can figure it out."

"I'm sure you can"

"C'mon, let's go to couch. They're waiting there" You said, holding the tea in your hands. But, before you both got out at the kitchen, you stopped and turned to him with a smile "Actually, could you please grab some napkins at the bathroom stall? I'm sure I'll need some"

"Sure, no problem"

Then, you both parted ways. While Rin was searching for the damn napkins that Itoshi was sure were actually straight up hiding from him, only your sibling's sniffs and your soothing words filled the house. He gradually heard the crying disappearing though, so you must have done a very good job at comforting your family member.

Rin must have spent a long time searching for the napkins, because at the time he finally got to the living room, he could no longer hear sniffs or hushed whispers.

"Honey? I found the napkins." He said while getting closer to the couch.

When he did get to where you were, he understood why he wasn't hearing anything anymore. No wonder the sniffs disappeared: you and your sibling were both sleeping, with their head in your lap and your hand in their hair, as though you were passing your hand through their locks to soothe the pain they were feeling. You both had calm expressions on your faces (well, as calm as a face of a person who probably spent more than 1 hour crying could be) and the cup of tea sat empty in the table beside the armchair.

"Oh."

Rin looked at the scene in front of him with a sad sparkle in his eyes, wondering how his life would be if Sae was a sibling like you in the past: a caring brother, that wouldn't call him lukewarm and wouldn't say he makes him wanna vomit.

Shaking this thoughts out of his mind since they were going to make him more harm than good and it was no use thinking about Sae now, Rin grabbed the blanket you both use during movie nights and threw it over you and your sibling, looking at the scene one last time before heading towards your shared bedroom, your movie night long forgotten. He wasn't sad though, because what happened today made him be sure of something:

You were the perfect match for him, and he would be damned if he let you go.

A/n: Did this based on me and my little brother's relationship. His birthday was yesterday, so I got creative. A great idea, not so great execution. Wish I could've done a better job on my Rin debut fic, sorry Rin 😔

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[msfantasy]

Moving Day

Ghost Spirit x Reader

Summary: You buy an abandoned property

“Okay- something’s is clearly wrong with this place. There’s no way the selling price is this cheap.” You say to the realestate agent who stands nervously at the door. Her eyes darting around the house fearfully.

“The initial owner passed away suddenly in this house.” Your heart clenches painfully at that fact. “A lot of potential buyers have been disturbed by this.”

“That’s terrible…” You mutter sadly looking towards the rooms in question.

The agent swallows nervously. “Well- there are some owners and tenants claiming to feel the presence of a ghost. We even had some break their leases because of it.”

“Seriously? I would tolerate it for this price.” You really weren’t kidding. It was either this aesthetic family home or the more expensive mouldy apartment.

Stepping inside of one of the rooms, you are instantly hit with nostalgia. The room looks like it hasn’t been touched since the early 2000s. “Why has no one touched this room? Is there something wrong with it?” You call out to the agent that seems to be turning more pale.

“No one’s stayed here long enough to change it.” Now that’s peeked your interest.

“Really? This is actually so cool. If this were my house, I would just clean it up and leave as is- it’s like a time capsule.” The agent smiles kindly at you but you can see she’s antsy to leave. “Where do I sign? I love this home.”

Moving day was painfully long.

After all of your furniture moved in and the boxes were allocated to its intended room, you start with cleaning up the room filled with early 2000s decor.

You stripped down the bed and washed the sheets. Dusted all of the surfaces and vacuumed the floors. You even found a closet full of clothes that look well preserved but decided to wash them and fold them all anyways, just to keep them fresh. The room was sparkling clean when you were done with it. By the end of it, you were too exhausted to finish the rest of the house since you pretty much spent the whole day finding nostalgic items, and gushing on how you ‘always wanted this’ or ‘I use to have that’.

You took a long shower to wash off the days grime, feeling the sensation of being watched. After that, the presence only grew stronger as you pranced around your towel looking for your box of clothes, but you inevitably resign yourself to loosing your clothes box and end up taking some of the owners baggy boxer shorts and shirt. “Good thing I washed them!” You praise yourself for your accidental forward thinking and end up ordering some pizza and coke for dinner.

When the food arrived you prance happily back to the bedroom and put on Rush Hour on DVD and giggle happily at all the nostalgia of eating a huge pizza in a 2000s bedroom.

It wasn’t long until you fell asleep, letting the movie continue playing in the background.

It’s amazing what you can sleep through, especially with a faceless man hovering over your sleeping figure as he tugs your hair behind your ear.

You felt the sensation of someone watching you again as you pull out your box of pyjamas from the fridge… “What the hell?” As soon as you went to take a seat on the dining chair you felt the sensation of sitting in someone’s lap, which caused you to shoot back up and inspect your empty surroundings.

But other than that, the ghostly presence seemed to just enjoy observing you. It never got in your way or taunt you- it would just watch. You really weren’t sure what the big deal was.

Except on the odd occasion when you feel the sensation of someone’s hand touching yours. That was a little unsettling but not completely unpleasant.

“Girlllll~ congratulations! You’re officially living in this creepy ass house.” Your best friend says over your FaceTime call. He leans into the camera, his eyes fixating on your background. “Girl, you better hire a damn priest or somethin’ to cleanse this house. There ain’t no way you volunteered to live in a haunted home like some dumb movie character.” Victor lectures with a dramatic flare.

“Relax- it’s fine.” You reassure yourself more than anything. “If it wanted me dead by now then I would be.”

Victor gasps at your statement. “Bitch! Are you crazy? Don’t dare the damn thing!” Victors reaction has you in stitches. “Do you think it’s a male or female?”

“Male. Definitely male.” You say, looking down at your screen to see Victors brow shot up.

“Miss Ma’am, how are going to be answering that so damn confidently.” You giggle again, scanning your surroundings as if you were checking to make sure the ghost wasn’t there … as if you could even see him.

“Sometimes when I shower-“

“Oh my gawd - you have yourself a crazy ass ghost that watches you shower?! Bitch it was nice knowing ya.” Victor says cutting you off, flailing in shock. “Wait a damn minute-“ Victor says, leaning into the call his brow raised. “You got yourself a lil ghost boyfriend?”

You belt out laughing. “Victorrr.” You drawl.

“Wha? I’m just saying it’s convenient! You get you a lil ghost boyfriend, you didn’t even have to leave the house which is a bonus for you.” He list on his fingers, before giving you a cheeky smile. “And maybe the ghost sex would be mind blowing!” Your giggling was interrupted with Victors screams.

“Victor?! What’s wrong?!” You ask worriedly watching Victor properly flailing around in a panic.

“Bitch did you not hear that?! How did you not hear that?!” Victors continues to panic waving his arms.

“Hear what?” You press, your heart racing.

“I heard a man’s voice literally say ‘I like him’! Girl I told you not to move into the ghost house and now the damn ghost is talking to me!” You begin to sweat nervously at Victors panicked reaction.

“Victor stop scarring me!” You whine, jumping up from the couch and taking refuge in your bedroom. Only you can’t. Your bedroom door remains locked, the door not budging and the handle remaining stuck.

“Oh girl I knew it! The ghost is trying to bed you!” Victor flails as you roll your eyes.

“The house is just old- sometimes the doors expand and get stuck…”

You look down at your screen and see Victor giving you the eye.

“Right … right… so you gonna sleep in his bed now?”

“…yeah.” Victor hums in a ‘I told you so’ tone.

“When you end up fuckin’ I wanna hear what it was like.” Victor states signing off for the night.

There’s no way … right?

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 18

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

M!troll x f!reader

1.4 k words

Zen was not exaggerating when he said he had no tolerance for alcohol, though at least his first instinct is to cuddle.

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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Zen stumbled as he stood up, nearly falling over and you rushed over to help him, not that you could do much, if he fell over he would just bring both of you down. His face was flushed much more purple than before, apparently it was not that he was not drunk earlier, it was that the wine had not hit him quite yet.

Quickly you did your best to get him to sit on the bed, which ended up being surprisingly easy. The moment you grabbed his hand he was smiling at you and happily following you over to sit without complaint.

“Stay here” you told him firmly as you got up to go get some washcloths to clean up.

He tried to get up, but a stern look from you quickly dissuaded him.

You took your time in the bathroom cleaning yourself up, it may have been the messiest head you had ever gotten in your life but it was also definitely the best. They way his purring pleasantly buzzed through you, the way his tongue filled you so nicely, the way he looked up at you with that soft, adoring expression.

When you returned you into the main room you found Zen with his shirt stuck on his head, his tusks in the way as he struggled to take it off, his pants already kicked off into a heap on the floor.

“Zen? What are you doing?” you asked.

“You are naked” he slurred a bit.

“I am, but that doesn’t mean you have to be too”.

He either did not hear you, or did not care and instead continued to struggle with his shirt. His tusks were caught on the collar of it as he tried him vain to yank it off at the wrong angle.

With a sigh you helped him get his shirt off and he flopped back onto the bed looking satisfied with himself. He reached out his arms to beckon you over and you sat next to him trying to wipe off his face though he seemed more interested in trying to pull your forehead down to his.

There was only so annoyed you could be with him as he made cleaning him off difficult. He squirmed and fidgeting while trying to pull you on top of him, trying desperately to cuddle you, eventually ending with you straddling his chest but at least you could wipe his face.

You leaned down to speak softly in his ear, figuring you had a way to get him to listen, “Be a good boy for me, ok?”

He whined and squirmed under you, but otherwise held still while you finished cleaning off his face all while looking up at you with such a soft expression. You tossed the washcloth aside and collapsed onto his chest, tired and your legs sore from your knees being locked the whole time, but utterly content.

Zen was purring loudly, making your whole body shake from the vibrations. You felt the roll of his hips against you, though you were too high up on his chest for him to actually grind against you. Still, you pulled your legs together and let him lazily thrust between your thighs.

“I want you” he muttered into the top of your head.

“You’re drunk, and you look like you’re about to fall asleep anyways. Another time”.

He settled for thrusting between your legs instead, not that you honestly minded, you figured he would probably fall asleep soon anyways. You loved the sounds he made at any rate, his soft moans through his purring, the way his breath hitched, he was so vocal.

Time dragged on and he did not show any signs of stopping. The movement was uncomfortably rubbing your still raw clit and was becoming near painful again.

You rolled off of him, causing him to sadly whine at you, though you did not give him much time to complain. Laying nestled against his side you reached down to stroke him, smiling to yourself as he immediately bucked into your hand and let out a moan.

“Your hands are soft” he sighed, “and small, and feel a lot better than mine”.

You could not help but smirk, sober Zen would probably not like how drunk Zen was babbling, if he even remembered it later.

“I like your lips too, the kissing is nice, even if the tongue is weird” he trailed off.

“You didn’t mind the tongue when I was blowing you” you teased.

“I do not like that, that is a bad name for it, but it felt good”.

You kissed along the side of his chest, enjoying how his purring felt against your lips.

“I liked when you swallowed it too, I do not know why, but it was very attractive” he continued.

“Most people like it, that’s normal”.

“Oh good” he sighed.

He was barely half awake, but let out a loud whine when you stopped, thinking you could get away with stopping stroking him without him noticing. It was not that you minded helping him out as much as you were just tired. You shifted you head up a bit higher on his chest so you could look down a bit easier, watching how small your hand looked around him, the variation in his skin tone from base to tip, being able to not just feel but also see the was his cock twitched.

You decided to toy with him a bit, moving your hand up to instead play with tip between your fingers, feeling the slick beads of pre cum as you circled your fingers around him. His sounds changed, his sighs moans becoming whimpers and whines, rolling his hips up into your hand, desperate for more contact.

You dragged it out for a while, ignoring his obvious attempts to get you to do more until he finally grabbed your hand and firmly guided it back around his base. Keeping his hand over yours while he set the speed and pressure, only removing it once he seemed sure you would continue on your own.

It was not much of a show of dominance, but there was something charming about him leading for a brief moment. You continued at the pace he set, his sounds becoming louder as he got closer until with a particularly firm jerk of his hips he finally got his release. At this angle his cum sprayed along his chest and abdomen, not that he seemed bothered at all by it though you now wished that you had not tossed the washcloth from earlier aside on the floor.

You attempted to get up, hoping that now at least he would be tired enough to just let you wipe him down. Unfortunately that was not the case.

The moment he felt you move he pulled you onto his chest, the side of your cheek smearing into the cum that was splattered there.

“Zen, come on” you whined at him, trying in vain to separate yourself from him, not particularly wanting to sleep covered in cum.

Zen however seemed to have no intent on letting you go. He was happily nuzzling the top of your head and purring, just hugging on to you harder whenever you tried to get up, either blissfully unaware or uncaring of the mess. You felt him thrusting up between your thighs again still semi hard, reaching down with one hand in an attempt to press your thighs closer together around himself.

You sighed, it would not be the end of the world to fall asleep like this. Absentmindedly you nuzzled his chest out of habit and immediately regretted it, feeling the cum smear more across your face.

“Can you roll over?” you asked him.

He grunted into the top of your head, but complied at least. Now on your side facing him you slowly began to shimmy and wiggle until you managed to roll onto your other side and put your back to him. You Lifted your thigh up and let him nestle himself between them once more, this time he was sliding between your folds, the bit of remaining wetness making it easy for him.

You reached down to play with his tip as it poked out from between your legs and felt the way his whole body shook as you touched him.

Both of you were too tired to do any more than this, but it was sort of nice in an odd way to fall asleep with him like this.

Part 19

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ MASSAGE 🧸ྀི

summary your bf gives you a massage • wc 600

[ extras ] might be a lil suggestive, reader is said not to be wearing a bra (real); could be read as both (non)idol ji

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i actually forgot i wrote this one a while ago… man i love jiwoong sm<3 ALSO FIRST WORK OF 2025 WE CHEERED!

jiwoong entered your room, a small sigh leaving his lips upon noticing your slumped posture over a file of papers.

“how’s it going?” he asked, approaching you. the view of all the materials, books, and notes brought him pain – he couldn’t even imagine the effort you poured into studying.

“bad. good. i don’t know. like, on one hand i understand it and i get it… but once im doing exercises without context or notes… i don’t. a blank. and my head is spinning” you rambled, leaning on your chair once you felt his hands resting on your shoulders.

jiwoong hummed. he really wished he could help, maybe explaining or researching. but he couldn’t, sadly.

“my back hurts so much…” you groaned.

unless…

“maybe because you’ve been sitting like a shrimp for the past two hours?” he teased, his fingers gently caressing your skin.

“first of all, rude” you scoffed and raised your head to look at him – and his boyish smile “second of all, true”

“i think i can lend a helping hand for that” he hummed and turned your chair around, moving aside.

“okay. but don’t take too long, i need to finish those notes” you sighed, knowing deep down you need a break. you did feel guilty a bit, after all you got distracted a couple of times. and now another break? you felt like–

“turn off your brain for ten minutes. it shouldn’t be hard” jiwoong scoffed and helped you stand up, only to gently push you in the bed.

“okay… whatever…” you sighed, looking at him expectantly.

“lay on your stomach” he ordered and you did so, resting your head against pillows and plushies.

then, you felt his gentle touch raising your shirt up. he pulled it to the base of your neck, goosebumps already raising in your skin and heat hitting your face. you didn’t have a bra… it’s not like you were exposed but it still made you shy.

“is this okay? you’re all tense” he asked, shuffling closer.

“yeah, just… if i would’ve known, i’d wear something else…” you mumbled shyly.

“easier access” jiwoong shrugged nonchalantly and traced small shapes on your back “i’m gonna give you a massage, okay?”

“mhm” you hummed, not really expecting much. sure, it’ll help you relax and all-

once jiwoong’s calloused hands sturdily started caressing your back, you knew you were done for. he put pressure in all the right places, kneading your skin from top to bottom. stopping by your hips, his thumbs gently rubbed all the soreness away.

jiwoong’s touch was working miraculously, you could feel yourself relaxing. occasionally he stroked your sides tenderly, almost feather-lightly, causing you to let a small giggle from the ticklish feeling.

he didn’t forget about your neck too, massaging the muscles as if his life depended on it. meanwhile, your eyelids began to feel heavy.

the harshness of his palms’ texture brought a feeling of comfort on its own.

suddenly, he moved his hand to feel your vertebrae through your skin. when he started pressing on them, going down one by one, you groaned softly.

“this feels nice” you mumbled, not even sure if he heard you.

before you could realize, you were out like a baby.

jiwoong smiled proudly, his movements halting once he heard your soft snores. only then he leaned away and laid down next to you, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. eventually he put your shirt down and pulled a comforter over your sleeping figure.

“rest well, my smart baby” jiwoong hummed and closed his eyes as well, falling asleep next to you.

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[gejo333]

SPIDER ROSE🌹🕷️

Father Miguel x Mother Reader

Warning: Mentions of death. Might need tissues for this one🥲

I got a request for this from someone, but it’s taken me a while to get around to it. Sadly the ask disappeared so I don’t know who asked for it🥲.

I hope you enjoy this one-shot.🥰

Wc: 6.6k

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The sky was a vibrant blue, and the sun was bright white as its heat beat down over Nueva York.

It was mid-morning on Saturday when your body felt ready to wake up. You took a deep breath as you sat up in bed. A smile graced your lips as you looked out the window from your brownstone. You looked down at your sleeping husband, arm draped over you. You leaned down and kissed his cheek, gently moving his arm from around you as you got out of bed.

A boost of energy you hadn't felt in a long time washed through you as you got up and dressed. You walked to the bedroom down the hall and gently opened the door. Your heart warmed when you saw the silly way your 8-year-old daughter was sleeping, snoring slightly, just like her father.

You then went to the kitchen, wanting to make a large breakfast for your husband and daughter's two bottomless pit stomachs.

When 30 minutes went by, you heard your husband waking up. You smiled when you felt arms wrapped around your middle and lips on your neck.

"Everything smells amazing, mi amor. How are you feeling today?" Miguel took a piece of bacon from the plate before you could smack his hand with the spatula. "I guess you have some energy today. I'm relieved to see it."

"Actually, I feel really great today. I haven't had this much energy in a while. We should do something fun today, like go to Coney Island. We can go on rides, play games, and go to the beach! And let's just let her eat whatever she wants today." You are suddenly turned around as your husband's hand caresses your cheek as you lean into his touch.

You looked up at him with a small smile, and he looked down at you with worry and fear in his eyes. "Y/n, maybe I should take you—" You placed your hands on his face to stop him from finishing his sentence, shaking your head. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and your breathing started to quicken. Fear started to fill the pit of your stomach.

"Honey, I don't want to. We've talked about this. Let's just have an amazing day together as a family. Please." You pleaded as you looked up at him with tearful eyes.

Miguel took a deep breath, tears threatening to leave his own eyes. His heart trying its best to stop it from shattering. He forced a smile to his face as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you against him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, look up, and kiss his lips deeply, "Thank you."

Moments later, you heard your daughter wake up and walk into the kitchen in her cat PJs. You smiled lovingly at her as she yawned and rubbed sleep out of her eyes.

"Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?"

You place a plate of waffles with a whipped cream smiley face, berries, bacon, and scrambled eggs on it.

You saw her brown eyes light up at the feast before her.

"Good morning! Yay! Waffles! Thanks, Mom." She hugs you tightly from her seat on the stool as you happily hug her back and kiss the top of her head.

"Of course." You smile as you make a plate for Miguel and you as you both sit across from your daughter.

As you eat, Gabi smiles as she sees her father give her mom a piece of his bacon and strawberries, which both her parents love to eat.

She looks at her mom, who gives her father a look only the two know before she kisses his cheek in thanks.

"Hey, Princesa, do you want to go to Coney Island today?" Miguel took the empty plates and put them in the sink.

"Really? Yes, yes, yes! I'll go get ready." Gabi quickly jumped from her chair and rushed to her room. "Don't forget to wear a bathing suit!" you yelled down the hall.

After getting ready and managing through traffic, you finally made it to Coney Island. Gabi excitedly runs ahead with you and Miguel, telling her to stay by your side since it was crowded and you wanted her to stay near you.

"Can we go on this one?" Gabi tugs on your hand as she points to the wooden roller coaster.

"Princesa, I'm not sure-"

"Of course we can!" You interrupt Miguel, who gives you a stern look. You take his hand and give it a love squeeze to reassure your very protective husband that you will be fine. Miguel sighs as he smiles.

"Alright. I'll hold your stuff while you two go on it."

You kissed your husband's cheek as he held the items. You and Gabi happily went on the roller coaster, skipping to the front because you bought fast passes.

As you get situated on the ride and it starts to move, you can see Gabi become nervous as she holds your hand and clings to you. But after that first drop, she became more brave, only needing to hold your hand.

After you left the ride, you made sure to purchase the photo taken while the two of you were on it.

"We look so silly!" Gabi giggled as she looked at the photo. You laugh with her as you see the startled look on both of your faces. You both returned to Miguel, who walked over to you when he saw you in the crowd.

"Dad, look!" Gabi shows Miguel the photo, bringing a wide smile to his face.

"So that's where I heard the screaming from." He chuckled.

"Ooo, let's go on this one next!" Gabi says as she pulls your hand again to move in the direction she wants to go.

After riding all the fun rides, you watched as Gabi and Miguel sat at the chairs with the water gun game. When the buzzer went off, they raced to see which stuffed bear attached to the machine would get to the top first. Of course, Miguel purposely messed up a few times to let Gabi win, as she jumped from her seat when the siren went off.

Gabi chose her prize: a medium-sized, bright blue stuffed animal, a cartoon cat.

"I'm going to name him Sky!" Gabi smiled as she hugged her stuffed animal. She then saw another game in which you use a mallet to try to hit the bell.

"Oh, Dad, can we win something for Mom?" Gabi said as she pointed to the other game.

"Of course we can." Miguel smiled as he winked at you, making you smile with tinted cheeks. Even after being married for 15 years, he still knew how to make you flustered. When it was his turn, he lifted the giant mallet and hit it as hard as he could. Even though his workout regime was a lot less than when he was in his 20s and 30s, his athletic build now, with a dad bod, still could make the bell ring.

After winning a prize, Miguel handed you a stuffed red rose pillow with a cute, happy face.

"Here you go, Hermosa." Miguel wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he victoriously kissed you. His prize for winning the game.

After playing every game possible and eating some carnival food in between, the three of you were now relaxing at the beach.

As you and Miguel watched Gabi play in the water, you leaned your body against him, feeling tired.

You forced your eyes open, the light stinging your eyes a bit, as you saw Gabi hold something up in the air that she had found in the water.

"Mom! Dad! Look what I found!" Gabi happily ran up to the two of you as she sat on the beach blanket, showing you two a beautiful clam that was still shut.

"Wow, princesa, that's a good find." Miguel smiled as he held.

"Can you open it? Maybe there's a pearl!" Gabi couldn't sit still as Miguel opened the clam with a kitchen knife brought for the picnic.

"Here you go."

"Thank you!" Gabi set it down on the blanket as she looked to see if there was a hidden treasure. "Look!" Gabi held up a beautiful white pearl before handing it to you to look closer.

"Oh, it's so beautiful, Gabi. Do you want me to make it a necklace?" Your smile widens when you see her face.

"Yes! Can you keep it safe for me, Mom?"

"Of course, sweetie." You put the pearl in your wallet so it wouldn't get misplaced. As soon as you get home, you will make her the necklace.

After spending a couple more hours at the beach, plus grabbing dinner at your favorite local pizzeria, it was time to head home.

You helped Gabi wash up after playing in the water and sand all day, and then she got into a new pair of pajamas. Then, all three of you got comfortable on the couch watching a movie.

As you were sitting there, you smiled as you heard Gabi's laughter from the movie, trying to imprint it in your mind while you made the necklace. You had taken a sterling silver chain from your jewelry box and made a hole towards the top of the pearl with a needle. You made sure to add stoppers so the pearl stayed in place.

You felt tired after the third movie credits rolled by. "OK, princesa, time for bed."

"Aw, OK." You stand up, take her hand, and walk her to bed. You chuckled when you heard her yawn.

You sit on her bed and help tuck her in for bed. As she sits up, you open your palm to see the necklace in your hand. "Here you go," you say.

"It's so beautiful! Thank you, Mama!" Gabi wrapped her arms around you and hugged you, to which you happily returned. A tear fell down your cheek, but you wiped it away quickly before she could see it.

"You'll grow into it as you age; that's why the chain is a bit longer now." You helped put the necklace on her.

You brush some of her hair back from her face as you take in every detail of her. "Sweetheart, you know I love you, right?"

"Yeah! I love you, too. Can you read me a story?" Gabi takes one of her books and hands it to you. You happily take it from her as you sit fully on the bed next to her, as she places her head on your lap.

After some reading, you notice she has fallen asleep. You carefully place her head on her pillow without waking her, kissing her cheek, "Good night, my baby girl." You look at her for a moment before you slowly walk out of her room. You turn around and look at her one last time.

As soon as her door was closed, you leaned against the door. Exhausted beyond compare, you lean your body on the wall, feeling like you'll collapse to the floor. Before you do, Miguel helps you by letting you lean on him. He was leading you to your shared bedroom; however, you stopped him and gave him a weak smile. "Can we sleep out on the terrace tonight? The sky is so beautiful."

Miguel smiled in agreement as he grabbed all the blankets, pillows, and comforters and brought them outside to the super-soft sofa bed. After making it comfortable, you and Miguel got cozy under the covers. He wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you against him.

"Thank you." You smile as you look up at him. Leaning your head forward, you place your lips on his. His fingers find their way into your hair as he deepens the kiss. You feel water drip on your cheeks. Once you pull away, you see tears fall down his face.

You gently wiped them away with a sad smile as he took your wrist and kissed it. His tear-stained eyes met your teary ones.

"I'm sorry."

"Please, Hermosa. Let me take you to the hospital so you can get treatment. Please."

"Miguel, we've talked about this. When we found out, my cancer came back, and my odds were not good even with treatment. I would have been barely able to get out of bed, sick and miserable, and still would have died. At least I could spend time with you and Gabi like normal. So that the last few months with me wasn't filled with memories of me being sick, but happy memories."

"But there was a small chance." Miguel barely said above a whisper as he began to shake a little, the reality of losing you coming to his mind.

"Miguel, look at me. The chance was less than 5%. Even the doctors were not hopeful. This past year has been an amazing one. And...And you and Gabi will have so many amazing years. Please, Miguel. Don't willow away when I'm gone. Promise me. You won't." You look up at him as your thumb caresses his cheek.

"I promise."

"OK. Now, let's end this fabulous day on a good note. Let this be...let this be a final good memory."

Miguel took your chin, lifting it as he kissed you deeply. Tears fell down your face as you wanted to remember the taste of his lips, the smell of his shampoo and cologne, and how beautifully they mixed together.

For the rest of the night, you talked about memories from the past twenty years—the five years you were college friends and dated and the fifteen years you were married, with eight of them being with your beautiful daughter. More tears were shed, and some laughs as well. You felt him one last time inside you before you ended up cuddling again, looking at the starry night.

Miguel had sworn he would not fall asleep, wanting every second left with you.

You smiled as you brushed some of his hair from his now sleeping face. Your eyes grow heavy as you fall asleep next to your husband.

You woke up to the early rise of the sun. You took a deep, shaky breath in the beauty of the various colors across the sky. Your gaze turned to your still-sleeping husband. If only you could see his beautiful brown eyes one last time. But you decided against waking him.

Your lips met his one last time as you whispered, " I love you, Miguel, in this life and in the next."

You looked to the sun one last time before a sudden wave of fatigue and peace you never felt before washed over you as your eyes closed, entering the eternal slumber.

An hour passed when Miguel's eyes opened. He looked at the sunrise before turning to look at you. The eerie stillness of your body made his heart skyrocket.

"Y/n?" He gently placed his hand on your face. His stomach dropped when he felt how cold your skin was. It was too cold.

"No...no, no.no, no!" Miguel sat up as he lifted your limp body and cradled you in his lap.

"It wasn't time yet. I wasn't ready. Please come back, mi amor. I'm not ready." His breathing couldn't be controlled as panic and pain filled his entire being.

He caressed your face as his forehead was on yours. Brown eyes staring into your closed ones. If only he could see your beautiful eyes one more time.

"Please, mi amor. Please come back to me." Tears fell uncontrollably down his face as he yelled out loud in pain.

...

Gabriella woke up late in the morning. She gently sat up in bed as she rubbed her eyes. Her lips turned into a pout, starting to feel grumpy as her mom usually came in to wake her up.

The house was eerily quiet except for her father's voice and Uncle's. She grabbed her stuffed animal she won yesterday and walked out of her room towards the sound of people talking.

When she entered the living room, she saw her father on the sofa, hands resting on his knees as his face was in his hands. He was crying. And next to him was her Uncle Gabe, who was consoling him.

"Dad? Why are you crying?"

Her father's head shot up as he looked at her with tearful red eyes. "Gabriella? What are you doing up?"

"Mama didn't come in to wake me."

Her words seemed to bring more pain to her father's face. "Gabriella come here."

She went to her father as he sat her on his lap. He wrapped her in his arms as he cried.

"Dad, what's wrong? Where's Mom?"

Miguel looked down at his daughter as he took in the features she had gotten from you.

"There is something that I need to tell you."

...

Gabi held her father's hand as she watched her mother's coffin get lowered into the ground. She looked up at her father, who had tears running down his face. This past week, since she found out about your passing, her father couldn't stop crying.

She couldn't stop crying, either. She missed you terribly—the way you held her, your smile, your voice, the way you comforted her when she was sad, like now. But now you weren't here to comfort her.

...

7 years later

"Gabriella! Come on! Get up! You're going to be late for school!"

Gabriella woke up startled as she heard her father yelling from the kitchen. She winced in pain as she got up too quickly. Grabbing her clothes to get dressed, she groaned out loud. She had stayed up too late last night.

After getting ready, she reached the kitchen, where her father passed her a plate with eggs and toast.

"Shoot. I'm going to be late for work. Are you going to be OK getting to school yourself?" Her father looked at his watch in panic as he quickly moved around the kitchen to find and grab his things. Gabriella's eyes went to the chain around her father's neck, dangling on it a wedding ring.

A painful ache covered her body as she looked at it. It was her mother's ring. Even though both she and her father have gotten the strength to keep on going after these seven years, it still feels like a fresh wound sometimes.

Sometimes, she would lie awake at night, tears streaming down her face as she looked at a picture of her and her mother together.

"I'll be home in time for dinner. Do you want me to pick up Ricky's Diner on my way home?" Miguel kissed the top of his daughter's head as she hugged him.

"Sounds good!" She said with her mouth full. Miguel chuckled as he looked at his daughter's silly face. Gabi smiled when she saw her father smiling. It's not that he hasn't smiled or laughed in a while; she just knew it was the only moment she knew her father briefly felt joy.

Before her father left, he stopped at the front door as he turned around, " Princesa, remember. Be home by dinner. N-"

"No later. I hear you loud and clear." Gabriella finished his sentence as she gave him an extra cheery smile.

Miguel chuckled, opening the door: "Don't be late. Love you."

"Love you too!"

After eating, she grabbed her bag and returned to her bedroom. She opened her window as she hopped out into the escape landing.

"Another day, another place to protect. Isn't that right, Mom?"  Gabriella smiled as she looked at the pearl necklace around her neck with an additional piece. She opened up a silver rose locket as her thumb grazed over a photo of her mother.

She pulled the dark purple and light pink mask over her face before she stretched out her arm web, shooting from her wrist as she shot off into the skyline.

...

After a long day at school, which included skipping early when she found out there had been a major robbery, Gabriella swung through the city, almost falling and bumping into a few places.

It had only been 6 months since she was bitten by the radioactive Spider when she visited her Father at Alchamex.

Of course, she hasn't told her father, as he would worry to high heaven that she has been putting herself in constant danger. The only person who does know is her Uncle Gabe, who had accidentally seen her stuck to the ceiling.

She was on her way home with an hour to spare before her father would get home with dinner.

The radio earpiece went off: "Send all available vehicles to Alchemex HQ. A large explosion occurred on the north side of the campus."

Gabriella's stomach dropped as her heart began to beat a mile a minute. She shot out a web towards a building, turning opposite from the house.

Her father worked on that side of Alchemex.

Under the mask, her eyes widened as she saw the massive ball of fire and smoke coming out of the building. She found a way in through a broken window.

She coughed as a gust of smoke blew towards her. Running through, she saved anyone who was stuck or unconscious.

"Help! Please help me!" Gabriella heard a woman's plea as she made her way over there. As she turned the corner, she saw a woman trapped under a fallen ceiling...and a man in a white lab coat trying to lift it off her.

"Da- I'm mean, sir, let me help you lift it."

Gabriella stood by her father as she easily lifted the rubble, thanks to her super strength.

After the rubble was removed, the woman thanked you and Miguel before running towards an exit.

Her father turned to her as his eyes widened.

"What are you doing here? You need to leave immediately. This place is dangerous." Her father grabbed her hand as he tried to lead her out of the burning building.

"What do you mean. There was an explosion." She stopped, making him stop with her. "There could be others in there. Sir, you need to get out safely. I'll be fine."

She removed his hand as she was about to go further into the burning building when she heard a crack above her. Before she could register it, the ceiling collapsed, and everything went black.

Her head was pounding as they opened. She coughed as she slowly got up from the ground. Her body ached everywhere. As her vision returned to focus, she saw the rubble she was supposed to be under.

Her eyes widened as she saw a body lying underneath. "No, no, no, no!" She lifts the fallen ceiling off of him. She checked his pulse and sighed in relief. It was slow. She needed to get him out of here.

She grabbed his arm and hauled his upper body on her back, making her way out of the building as quickly as possible.

She laid him on the ground when she was far away from the building. Her eyes scanned to see how much damage was made.

He then coughed. "S-sir, you'll be alright. I'll take you to the hospital." Gabriella felt a hand on her face as tears streamed down it.

"No need, Princesa. I won't make it in time."

Her eyes widened as she heard the name her father called her.

"Princesa? Sir, I don't know what you-"

"I know, Gabi. I've known for a while." Her father removed her mask, showing her face. He brushed her tears away with his thumb.

"You'll be fine, Dad. Promise me you'll be fine."

"You look so much like her. She would be so proud of you like I am." Gabriella held her father's hand against her cheek as tears streamed faster down her face.

"Please, Dad. I can't lose you too."

"You'll be fine. It might hurt for a while. But I know you'll do great things one day."

"No, please don't say that."

"It's OK, princesa. No matter what, I'll always be with you and love you even if you can't see me."

"I love you too."

...

1 year later

Gabriella sat on the damp grass as her tired eyes gazed at the marble slab before her.

Here lies Y/n O'Hara and her husband, Miguel O'Hara.

Around the carved stone were pink roses, her mother's favorite, as she placed a fresh bouquet in the vase.

Gabriella turned around, surprised, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her gaze briefly moved towards the man who resembled her father.

"You can't run away like that, Gabi. I was worried sick about you. You've been here for hours in the rain. You'll catch a cold. I promise we can return to see them once you get some rest and food."

She sighed as she wiped away her tears. "Alright. Bye, mom...Dad."

Listening to him, she reluctantly stood up from the grass, wiping away mud from her legs.

"You promise?" Gabriella asked her Uncle, the one her parents named her after. Her Uncle smiled and nodded, placing a hand on her upper back to guide her out of the graveyard.

They arrived at her Uncle's apartment, her home for the past year.

After washing up, she sat on her bed, knees tucked against her, and stared aimlessly at the picture frame on her bedside. It was a picture of her parents on their wedding day.

She heard a knock on her door, followed by her Uncle walking in. "Hey there, Gabs, I have your dinner here. It would really be great if you ate some of it tonight." He set the plate on her desk before standing by the doorway.

"Thanks."

"Is there anything you want to talk about? Getting things off your chest is better than holding them in."

Gabriella lay down away from her Uncle and whispered, "I'm OK. I think I just need to go to sleep. Good night."

Gabriel sighed, "OK. Good night." Before he closed her door, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

"I have no idea what to do, Miguel. What would you have done?"

...

When Gabriela finally woke up and got ready, it was midday. She forced herself out of her room to at least eat something since she hadn't eaten her dinner last night.

"Hey Gabi, how'd you sleep?" her Uncle said from the living room sofa as he sipped his coffee and watched the news.

"Alright. I'll try to get better. I promise." Gabriella took a bite of an apple.

"Hey, don't worry. You have gone through a lot for just a 16-year-old. The only thing I want is for you to be able to try to live as normal of a teenage life as possible." He smiled at her, to which she returned a small smile. "Speaking of not-normal, the news says there is a disturbance by the Brooklyn bridge."

"Shoot!" Gabriella rushed to put on her suit. Before she jumped out, her Uncle yelled, "Please come back home safe!"

"Will do!" She shot her web out as she headed towards the bridge.

When she arrived, she saw people and cars trying to escape the scene as the vulture was creating havoc. But when she got closer, she noticed it wasn't 'her' vulture, which was hard to register in her mind.

The new vulture threw a car off the bridge with people in it. Luckily, Gabi shot a few of her webs out to save the car. Taking all her strength, she pulled the car back on the bridge. A man and a woman rushed out, and the woman went to the back to get something. When the door was closed, she saw it was a little girl. The sight made her heartache.

"Thank you so much Spider-Rose." The man said.

"Of course. Now, please get to a safe distance."

The man then guided his family away as Gabriela went to deal with this weird vulture.

"Hey! Why are you ruining everyone's day today? And it's a bright blue sky and sunny, too." Gabi dangled from her web in front of the vulture, who was freaking out while flying.

"Are you made of clay? Like, what are you?"

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"It's Nueva York?" Gabriela laughed as she swung about and tried to stop the vulture. But he got out of her strings.

"Nueva York? It's New York."

"I think you must have hit your head or something, man. Maybe you should take a chill pill." Gabriela chuckled as she tried again to obtain him. She failed again as he slammed her against the wall.

"You're starting to annoy me."  He pushed her more against the wall, which started to hurt her head.

A weird warping noise appeared in the air, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a weird orange portal open.

A woman in a white and pink suit flew towards her. And did she see a web-shoot from the woman's wrist?

Within seconds, the vulture was thrown off her, knocked out, and captured.

"I didn't think that would be over so quick. This guy is a pretty weak vulture."

Gabriela stared at the woman in awe. The woman noticed as she walked over and offered her hand, "Hi, I'm Gwen."

Gabriela shook her hand. "Gabriela, but everyone calls me Gabi. You're like me."

Gwen chuckled, "This is your first time meeting another Spider-person?"

"I didn't know there were others like me."

"Oh, there is an infinite amount! It's so cool! We have an HQ and everything, and we go on missions to help save the multiverse."

"The multiverse? I thought it was only a theory."

"I haven't seen a spider like you before. You should totally join us." Gwen said as she opened a portal.

"Really?!" Gabriela's eyes widened in excitement as she smiled underneath her mask.

"Sure! I don't see any reason why not? It's weird going through the portal for the first time. But you'll get the gist of it."

As Gwen said, going through the portal was nauseating, but the feeling disappeared as soon as she saw the beauty of Spider HQ.

Everywhere she looked, there were Spider-people. Knowing she wasn't alone brought tears to her eyes.

An older Spiderwoman in a black and red suit walked up to you and Gwen, not happy.

"Girl, You're in big trouble. Recruiting someone? You don't have the authority to do that." The woman scolded Gwen.

"H-how did... this just happen," Gwen asked, astonished that Jess already knew.

"it was Lyla. You're wanted at his office. Both of you. The name's Jess, by the way. It's nice to see another spider woman, even though it wasn't done through proper protocol." Jess glanced at Gwen, who had taken her mask off.

Gabriella decided to keep it on while trying to dry her tears.

"I know it wasn't done the right way. But she has amazing talent! She has to join! Plus, I know you will be on board once you see her skills!" Defended Gwen.

"Well, since you didn't follow protocol, it's not up to me to decide anymore."

Gabriela couldn't contain her excitement as they walked through HQ. She really hoped she could join, and she thought being here could help heal her pain.

They entered a large office filled with projects. Her eyes turned toward an orange glow. A series of computer screens hovered over a large desk where a very large man stood.

The lenses in Gabriella's mask widen when the man turns around.

She thought she was going to burst into tears. It was her father. But a younger version.

"Gwen." He said with a stern voice.

"I know I'm sorry. But my gut was telling me to bring her here."

"You know the rules. I expect you to follow them." The man who looked like her father walked closer.

He really did look like him. Except his eyes were red. He was definitely younger, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. He was larger than her father, which was shocking as he was already a large man. It must have been from the Spider's DNA.

"She shouldn't be here." He looked towards her, her father staring at her like she was a stranger, which she had to remember that she was.

"Miguel, honey. They're just kids. And everyone makes mistakes. So give them a break."

Gabriella breath hitched when she heard your voice.

It was her mom. It was really you. She hadn't seen you in years. All she wanted to do was run into your arms, but she knew you weren't 'her.'

The woman walks over to Miguel, whose face turns to a loving smile as she wraps around her waist.

"Alright, mi amor. I will."

Gabriella smiled. They were married in this universe, too. Maybe they had a version of her back home that they adored and loved.

Gabriella's breath became uncontrollable as she couldn't handle seeing them anymore.

"I-I'm sorry." She rushes out of the room and goes somewhere where she can be alone to cry.

Little did she know that in you and Miguel's worlds, you had lost your Gabriella. Before joining Spider Society, you were a single mother from a one-night stand. It was your world's Miguel, but he was an asshole. So when you met Miguel at Spider HQ, you assumed he would be the same. Of course, you were very much mistaken as you got to know him. He was only sad after he had lost his version of Gabriella when the world collapsed. Your world collapsed, too, so you live full-time in Miguel's world with him. Of course, now married. But your Gabriella had died long before from an outbreak of a virus.

You gave Miguel a stern look, thinking he had upset the young Spider. But you, being the mother you used to be, ran after her.

Gabriella sat in a corner of the dining hall so that very few others could watch her cry. Maybe she shouldn't be here. Seeing her parents' faces and not being able to run up and hug them would be too much.

"Hey"

Gabriella's head shot up when she heard your voice. You sat right next to her and placed your hand on her back to console her.

"I'm sorry if my husband was rude. He means well but sometimes doesn't show it in the best way."

"No, it's OK. It wasn't that...I saw something that brought up some sensitive memories of my past."

"You know, sometimes it's good to talk things out instead of keeping them locked in. It always helped me," you smile at her.

Gabriella's heart ached from those words. Something her mother would say to her. "It's pretty weird..."

"Trust me. I've seen some pretty weird things." You chuckle, remembering the time you had a mission with the Spider T-Rex.

Gabriella exhaled a shaky breath as she took her mask and lifted it off her face. Her brown eyes took a long pause before looking at you. Your eyes were wide as your gut dropped, and your heart lifted as you placed a shaky hand on her cheek.

"Gabriella? I-I've never seen a version of you as a Spider. I-I've rarely seen another version of you at all. You're older than my Gabi." You pull her into a hug. Gabriella couldn't resist as she wrapped her arms around you, tears streaking down her face.

"I never thought I would see my daughter grown up. She was so young when she died."

You smiled as you looked at your 'daughter.' "

After all these years, I never thought I would see your smiling face again."

"I didn't think so either about you."

Her words made your brows furrow.

"Both my parents are dead. My mother died from a relapse of cancer when I was 8, and my father died last year from saving me from an explosion at his job." Gabriella bit her tongue as she tried her best to hold back her tears as that aching pain began to throb in her heart.

You held her in your arms longer than you realized as you heard large footsteps walking towards you before coming to a sudden halt. You looked up with a happy smile as you saw your husband's shocked face.

"Miguel, our baby girl, came back to us."

Miguel took a few steps forward, not believing who was before him. He fell to his knees before Gabriella, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him as she cried louder. Miguel wrapped his arms around her as he combed the back of her hair to calm her down. You go on your knees as you hug her, too, again.

Gabriella cried out loud, as did you and Miguel, not caring what scene they were causing. Miguel kissed the top of your head and Gabriella's as he smiled down at his family, once all broken but now brought together through the mysterious wonders of the multiverse.

"I've missed you both so much. I felt so alone without you."

You and Miguel exchanged a look as if you were communicating with your minds as you smiled at your daughter.

"I know we aren't your parents. But if you wanted, we would love to spend time with you." You wiped away her tears with your thumb.

"Does that mean I'm in?" Gabriella looked at you and Miguel with joy and excitement in her brown eyes.

" Of course." Miguel smiled at her.

" I know I'm not your daughter-"

"Gabi, no matter what universe you're from. You will always be our daughter."

Your words melted away Gabriella's walls and warmed her heart as tears threatened to spill again as she hugged you and Miguel.

...

A month later

"I can't believe in another universe you also tripped into the pond in Central Park on your guys' first date. That was always a funny story my mom would tell, embarrassing my father to high heavens." Gabriella laughed as she placed another dish on the dining room table.

Miguel chuckled as he finished plating the rest of the food from the pan. "What can I say? I was on a date with a beautiful woman and was a little nervous."

"A little? Really, honey? You're in front of family. You can admit you were a nervous wreck on our first date." You laughed, getting a playful glare from your husband in return.

"Ah, I remember my brother walking into our shared apartment drenched to the core after the date but still walking in through the door with a goofy grin." Gabriel laughed as he sat down next to his niece. Gabriella almost spit out her water by her Uncle's comment as she tried to hold in her laughter.

"Did that happen to you too?" She looked up at Miguel.

"Yeah, it did. I thought I had ruined the date, but when I got out, and Y/N kissed me and said she couldn't wait for our second date, I was over the moon happy." Miguel smiled as he looked at you, took your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

Gabriella smiled as she looked at her new family sitting around the table. She looked at her necklace, which now had a photo of her father on the other side of the locket. Gabriella's heart felt a warm sadness wash over her. She smiled to her self. She was finally healing.

As she looked up at the younger versions of her parents talking with happy smiles  across the table from her, she thought:

'Mom...Dad. Thank you for helping me find my way back to you.'

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I hope you enjoyed this one-shot!💕

[iwanty0uu]

❄︎ all characters are 19+ y/n being 20, second female character being 19, and male character being 21, contains swearing and mentions of violence ❄︎

•unedited•

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑…

Three weeks passed since the event with your “sister” and you didnt know how to feel. Life felt like a fever dream and as you sat down sadly in your college dorm, you received a dm, from Connie.. ?

You two had chemistry, well chemistry wasn’t the word, maybe advanced biology.. he was the type to make you think that he was all about you in private during your late high-school years, and then act like you were nothing more than friends in public. Considering that you two were friends, you couldn’t tell whether you were really trippin bout the way he acted or if you just caught feelings while he didnt. So for your own peace, you un-added him and went no contact. This went on for three years until tonight.You opened your inbox and the message read:

“long time no talk..heard niggas spreading shit bout you that aint sit right.. tell me wassup my heart.”

Your heart dropped.. the fuck was he talking about you like that for? HE CHEATED! WITH YOUR SISTER AT THAT!!

“Fuck it” you thought and began typing your paragraph..

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

You remembered the footsteps that entered your household, and it was her.. Your sister, Nataly and your newly EX BOYFRIEND entering your home, your safe haven. She was greeted with stares from her father, brother and yourself. “How could you do that to your sister?” Your father asked? His tone was low, and he seemed hurt for you, but this was no regular empathy, this was trauma.His face seemed as if he had seen one thousand years worth of pain and heartbreak, and it broke him to know that his daughter, his baby was just like the person who had hurt him. History repeats itself no?

“Y/n I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness but I did come here to apologize-“ before he could finish his sentence, his face was met with your fathers fist, his blood flew through the kitchen, spreading along the kitchen floor like wet fresh paint. The crunch of Ony’s nose filled the room which was followed by a gut wrenching scream.. He had no time to talk or explain himself. You would have never expected your father to move so quickly considering his size and weight but it seemed as if he took his anger out on the boy. The boy who looked too much like the one who betrayed him and slept with his gold digging…wife, his cousin. After your brother pried your father and ex apart, Ony was unconscious, and your father’s once dark blue polo almost looked the same shade as midnight, and was soaked..

You watched your sister to see how she would react, would she try to help him? Ask daddy “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” in the voice she uses when she doesn’t get what she wants? But to your surprise, she tried to hug you, grabbing your hands and repeating “It was only twice.. it only happened twice.” Your brother must have seen the glint in your eye which caused him to act faster than you could, separating you and your sister before she got a matching broken nose.. “OH SO IM PEACE-MAKER TODAY HUH?” he repeated, pacing up and down the kitchen. “AWWWEEE SHITTTT IM GOING TO JAIL I GOT FINGER PRINTS ALL ON THIS BITCH- YO POP YOU MURDERED HIM- NIGGAS NOT EVEN BREATHING-“ his tattooed hands touched his waves, rubbing his face and fanning himself dramatically.

“You’re dead to me” you said to Nataly. And it was the last thing you remembered before leaving your home in a frenzy. “why does this shit happen to me god?” you pleaded in your car, eyes too swollen to drive causing you to pull over and take a break. After that, your memory was foggy, you did make it home though and skipped school for a week after..

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

You found that your conversation with Connie lasted for hours, then led to an instagram facetime, then let to an actual facetime, to talking every day for the next month, being shady to Ony together, throwing subs on social media about him, and having study sessions. Over this month, your time in the empty lecture halls with him were the best, being alone in a big room with someone who you “weren’t supposed to be with” always turned you on.. or maybe you were just a little perv, but Connie noticed this. He noticed this as he sat next to you instead of across from you one day, how you looked at his lips and not his eyes when he got the correct answer. You purposely told him that you would reward him if he passed his exam which he did, knowing exactly what you had in mind. He noticed how your soft plush lips eased into his as if they craved the intimate privacy that they once despised, craving the secrecy that caused your situationship to fail. Your slick coated your dark brown g-string under your long skirt that was now hiked up, as you sat on his lap, the way he played with your nipple piercing remembering how everyone said it was dumb to get just one but it fit you so well. This was his first time touching you this way in years, and he would make this a moment to remember. Although he wanted to continue, he stopped to wash his hands at the lab sink before he began, and then came back to finish your lewd scene. You sat patiently waiting for him to finish and this gave you time to think about your actions. Were you doing this because of Ony? No, so why do you feel so nervous?

He turned around and returned to his seat, kissing your skin which sent tingles up your spine, calming you down, but you still had something on your mind and it made your balls blue. Your high came down and as usual, he noticed. Knowing Connie for as long as you did, his maturity was now visible and in that moment he promised that you’d be his number 1. It was hard to trust niggas now-a-days but what did you have to lose? If all hell breaks loose just wait until it freezes over and go about your life as you did before him. So being you, it was easy to agree but even harder to believe him, but you ignored it. You knew yourself well and if he didn’t treat you how you were supposed to, then he’d be gone. The heat between you went back to its intensity as he deepened the kiss, leaving hickies around the open skin on your chest above your tube top. Your legs fluttered open at his touch and you felt his erection almost burning into the fat of your ass, he slowly put his fingers back inside of you, thrusting while curving his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. You could feel yourself coming to your high, gripping onto his shoulders riding his fingers, begging for his touch and affection. You pulled at his studded earlobe with your teeth as his erection stimulated your clit. You found yourself tugging on his sweats, begging to be touched by him… You slid your hand into his ethikas, pulling out his cock, it twitched while you rubbed his pink tip that was already lubricated with his pre cum. You played with the plump of his pink lips while you grounded yourself onto his dick, sinking your way onto him. You both were on the edge and near to cum, so you weren’t surprised when he bucked his hips into you before you could gain your senses. You lost control of your body as it bucked in return, matching his pace and his sloppy rythm. “Fuckkkkkk con- shit” you rubbed his shoulders as you felt your high approaching.

“You take this dick good huh ma-“ he grunted, his rhythm now inconsistent as he slowed down, edging the both of you. You felt as if you were on cloud nine, the way he caressed your skin, touching you in the places that were left cold by your ex… rubbing his favorite spots on your body. His tongue grazed against your own, swirling in the pool of your saliva, he bit your lip causing you to jump slightly. He laughed while kissing the both of your cheeks, his thumb re-located to your clit, rubbing faster and harder, pressing down against your sweet spot as you whined against his hips.

“Connie! I’m cumminggggg, oh my-“ You grabbed his body for support as you felt him release inside of you, he gripped your hips, holding you still as you jerked against him, still in the after shock of your orgasm.

“Hold on y/n- shittt” he whispered as he felt his seed leak out of you. He slightly moved his hips, pushing the other half of his girth that couldn’t fit inside of you. As it kissed your cervix, you felt your eyes roll back…but there was another pair watching you.You both heard shushed voices outside of the door, forgetting the time and how the night classes started at 8pm… it was currently 9:30 and by the grace of God no one entered the lecture hall whilst you and connie had your randevu.

“shit the time-“ you mumbled, quickly hopping off of him, loosing balance instantly as he held you up. You grabbed some wipes that sat in the inner pocket of your telfar, and cleaned you both up to the best of your ability. You couldn’t control the giggles that left your mouth as you fled the crime scene, but that night liberated you.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎𝐚𝐦

Connies head rested on your chest as it rose and fell,he slept as you were left alone with your thoughts. You didn’t regret what happened and were looking forward to a future with him..but who’s eyes were it that you felt?…..

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐟𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

hope yall liked this as much as i DREADED MAKING THIS jkjk..mwahh!~𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮

[drunkonh20]

Winning Hearts in the Ring.

A/N: yours truly is back, i'm working and my shifts are pure shit, but imma make up for it folks.

modern day AU boxer Sevika, because we all want to see that, and thanks for my special anon for this request i hope i did you justice.

"C'mon Y/N it's gonna be fun, you promised you would come with me!!" Your friend whined as she takes your arm and shakes you gently. It is begining of autumn and your collage started which means s lot of studying because you are a third year of medical school and your intership starts as well, both for you and your friend actually. You two first met at the first day of classes, funny thing is you two are from the same town but never actually spoke until you two started collage. You first spoke only because you bumped into eachother while looking for your classroom. You remember it like it was yesterday.

"Y/N if you don't hurry up and find this damn classroom Mrs. Jackmann is gonna kill you." You thought to yourself as you were running up and down the hallways. Rushing and carrying your books at the same time because you, sadly, slept in this morning and forgot to pack your backpack. As you were right behing the corner you bumped into someone. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" You look up and see a blonde girl with such a soft face. "It's fine don't worry, I should be careful, it's just that if i don't find this class Mrs. Jacks-" "Mrs. Jackmann will kill me." You and the blond girl look at each other and started laughing. It was like fate, the universe wanted you two to become friends. "I'm Sonya, pleased to meet you fellow nurse." She puts her hand infront of you and you glady accept the greeting. "And I'm Y/N fellow colleague." You smile warmly at her. At that moment you knew you found your best friend and your soul sister.

"Pleeaseee I am begging you, I will go on my knees if I have to."

Sonya said as she was slowly getting on her knees beside you. "You can be a pain in my ass Sonya." You laugh as you typed into your laptop. You promised to go with her on a boxing match that is gonna be in a few days in the city. Sonya actually started training boxing and she wants to go to see the real deal for whats up for her. "Tell me when is this again?" You asked sipping on your coffee.

"It's on saturday at 8 pm, and don't you dare start the 'I have work to do' because we both know that you do not work on weekends because the doctors at the hospital love you and because of that they gave you every weekend off. Please Y/N I already got us tickets like a month ago." Sonya said with a straight face. When she wants something, she will go anything to get it, including you going with her. You stop typing for a moment, pretending to think about the situation. A small laugh escaped your lips and Sonya grabbed a pillow and smacked you with it.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD GO YOU LIL BRAT!" She laughed out loud, boy do you love to see her happy. After finishing your work you two hoppend onto a couch and watched your favorite show to end the night.

Fast forward to saturday.

"Y/N are you done in the shower??" You hear Sonya. "I'll be out in a minute!!" You said as you were done washing yourself. You went out of the bathroom smelling like a whole bath and body works. "For who are we smelling that good hmmm~?" Sonya teased and you just laugh it off, it's not like you would find a hot guy there right? You two girls got ready and went out of the apartment that you shared. It was a cozy little thing, made for two of you. It was a chilly night but you two thought it was a great idea to wear s dress, because why not eh. As the two of you got into Sonya's car you blasted your favorite songs and sang along as you were driving to the arena. While sitting in the passenger seat you look out the window and a jumbo poster catches your eye. It was a poster of the two boxers promoting todays match. At the same time by chance your music was cut by short commercal break.

"Tonight, the ring will burn as two elite boxers face off in a battle for supremacy! Join us for an electrifying night filled with intensity, skill, and heart. When: Tonight at 8:00 PM. Where: Eclipse Arena. Don’t miss your chance to witness history in the making! Hope you grabbed your tickets on time to be part of the action! Who will emerge victorious? Be there to find out!"

"OMG Y/N I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE ARE GONNA SEE IT LIVE!!! You will be amazed by this whole evening. Did I ever tell you that my favorite boxer Sevika is up in tonight finale??? Did I??" Sonya said happily and you just couldn't help but to smile because she was acting like a little child who saw a big rainbow lollipop at the store. "No you never actually told me who is your favorite boxer, but I will see her today." Just as you finished saying that you two pulled over at the parking lot of the Eclipse arena. And let me tell you, it was almost full to the brim, you were lucky to find a spot empty. You two got out and rushed to the main enterence of the big building. There was a lot of security, like a lot, with police also if someone decited to be dumb and start a mess. The line into the arena was huge, but thank God you were rushing so you weren't at the back.

"Tickets please." A strong, buff guy asked you two in a deep voice. Sonya gladly showed them in his face and the guy let's you in.

Entering a boxing arena to watch a match is an experience on a whole snother level. As you approach the venue, the anticipation builds. The sounds of chatter fill the air, mixing with the faint echo of gloves hitting pads in the background. Upon entering, you’re greeted by the vibrant atmosphere—bright lights that shine on the ring, filled with sponsors' logos. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs goes through the crowd. You and your friend navigate through the sea of fans, while others are animatedly discussing previous matches between the two finalists. Finally finding your seats, some smart assholes almost took your seats bit thank god Sonya basically has the additude to deal with people like them, you settle in as the energy pulsates around you. The crowd’s roar grows louder, especially as the fighters are about to be introduced. You truly never experienced something like this. It was exciting and adrenaline was rushing thought you like some kind of a drug. You see the host going into the right with a microphone in his hand. That's it, the two finalists are finally coming onto the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening! Get ready for an electrifying showdown as we present the finalists of this year’s championship! In the red corner, hailing from the heart of the city, known for her relentless drive and knockout power, give it up for the ferocious fighter, Sevika!"

Sonya basically goes wild, as she sees her idol with her own two eyes. You calm her down as much as possible so she doesn't faint from excitment. You look up the ring to see the host with the two boxers. He takes a minute so the crowd goes silent to introduce the second finalist.

"And in the blue corner, representing the pride of her hometown with an unmatched skill set, put your hands together for the formidable contender, Violet known as Vi! Tonight, they will battle it out for glory, honor, and the championship title! Let’s get ready to rumble!”

People being to scream as the match begins, the tension is electric. Every punch, dodge, and cheer from the audience intensifies the experience. You and your friend exchange reactions, riding the highs and lows of each round, caught up in the drama unfolding before you. The experience is more than just the match; it's the shared excitement between you and Sonya, and the unforgettable moments that make it truly memorable.

"GO SEVIKA KICK HER, YES, NO, YES SEVIKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????" Sonya got out of her seat to exam the situarion further. It looked like Sevika was loosing, but it was only the first round.

You just sat there in ave. You've never seen such a woman in your life. What captured your eyes was her left arm. It was a bionic arm. You thought what happend to her. "Hey Sonya, what happend to her arm?" You got closer to your friend as you asked the question. "She had an accident a few years ago, from what I read, her team wanted the best for her and they got a new technology for her arm. Sevika's bionic arm is a highly advanced prosthetic designed to mimic natural arm movements and enhance functionality, allowing her to perform tasks with precision and strength." She said never tsking her eyes off the ring. You just nodded as you continued to watch the match. After the first round it got even more intense. It was two for two now. The last match decited who is the new champion. Before the third and final round the host said that there will be a thirdy minute break.

"NO WHY, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT LONG." Sonya fake cried and laughed at the same time. You got out of your chair to grab some fresh air, sadly to you, you didn't know some boy was behing you, following you outside. You stood outside drinking your soda while listening to chatter around you, people commenting on the match.

"Heeeey there beautiful hehe." You turned around and saw a somewhat drunk guy covered with grease from hot dogs aeound his mouth. Ew, you though to yourself ignoring him. He slid his arm aound your waist, but there was someone else watching the situation from afar. "Why don't you wanna talk eh, the cat got your tongue or am did I take your breath away?" The creep smrked and you just wanted to punch him right there and then. Looking around for a security guy or police but there were none on sight. Great, how can you camly get out of this situation? "Look man I'm not interested just leave me alone please?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh now you can talk, why don't we go to my place after hmm little kitten?" You almost puked. Finally turning around to face him you were about to start explainging some stuff about manners when a figure got behind him.

"Didn't she say she is not interested?" Ylu looked up behind the dude and saw her. Sevika. You looked at her in awe. You examed her face closely. Sevika has an expressive face, marked by sharp features and intense gray eyes that show both determination and a hint of softness, but at this moment her eyes screamed bloody murder. "Get back inside or else I'm gonna carry you inside piece by piece." She stared down at him, right after the guy ran inside for his life. Sevika looks at you, you can se some bruises and some bloody marks on her face. She looks at youand smiles a bit. A small 'thank you' escapes your lips looking down to hide your blushing face. "Anytime beautiful." She smirks taking a cigarette out of her pocket. You look up to her side and see one bad cut on her face. "You know that cut will be needing a least four to five stiches."

"Oh yeah, are you a doctor?" She takes a puff.

"Well actually, I am.. almost." You smile st her. She looks at you and takes your face into the palm of her hand. "Well then, you will be the one who will stich me up darling." She said taking another puff. Never in your damn life have you felt like this, never has someone made you feel this kind of way when meeting them for the first time. You stutter finding words to say something, she looks at you again. "Gotta get back inside, hope to see you still there to watch me win beautiful." She winked and went back inside the venue. You couldn't believe what just happend. Sevika, THE Sevika saved your butt snd flirted with you tonight.

'Sonya will never believe what just happend.' You thought as you went after Sevika inside. You got back into your seat and saw Sonya talking to a boy prolly not even noticing that you were gone for the whole thirdy minutes.

As you sat down the bell rang. The finale match has begun. You saw Sevika getting up from her corner. She was looking for someone. When she finally saw you she just winked at you and you couldn't help but to blush again. Sonya looked st you. "Girl, what was that??? Did Sevika just winked at you?" "Sonya, I will explain it later just watch the match okay." You said never taking your eyes off of Sevika, praying to god she will win. "O you have some explaing to do at home young lady."

As the final round approaches, the atmosphere is electric, the crowd roaring with anticipation. Both Sevika and Vi are visibly exhausted, sweat glistening on their brows. The bell rings, and they charge toward each other, trading jabs and hooks, each punch a testament to their grit. Sevika started showing signs of fatigue, begins to retreat, but Violet aka Vi senses an opportunity. With precision, she unleash a series of powerful combinations, landing clean shots that echo through the arena. The crowd erupts with each strike, urging Sevika on. In this moment both you and Sonya started biting your nails from anixety In the last minute, Sevika digs deep, channeling their remaining strength. She respond with a surprising counter, landing a solid right hook that staggers Violet. Time slows as the two boxers exchange blows, each seeking to gain the upper hand. As the final seconds tick away, the fighters lean into their last efforts. With just seconds left, Sevika delivers a devastating uppercut, sending her opponent to the canvas. The referee counts, and the crowd holds its breath. At eight, Vi struggles to rise, but they can’t beat the count. The bell rings, and the referee waves it off. Sevika raises her arms in victory, is declared the winner, her corner erupting in celebration while Violet, though battered, nods in respect. The match ends, marking another chapter in their fierce rivalry. The host enters the ring for the last time.

"We are thrilled to announce that Sevika has emerged as the champion of the boxing championship! Her dedication, skill, and determination have truly set her apart. Congratulations to Sevika for this incredible achievement!"

Both you and Sonya screamed. You could see Sevika looking at you, breathing heavily and she just smirked. You look at her and smile while doing the thumbs up. She laughed at you, couldn't help it.

After a while the crowd gets outside and so do you and Sonya. While walking to your car and chatting about the match you see someone ahead of you. It was Sevika, leaning over to the side of your car.

"I was hoping I can get your number beautiful." You see Sevika leaning onto your car. She handled you a pen and paper. You glady accept it and write it with a little heart next to it. You gave the items back and look at her. "Someone will need to stich you up hm?" You teased and she smirks, while Sonya almost had a full on stroke in the background. "O young lady you have a lot of explainging to do. Btw hi Sevika, I'm Sonya, big fan." She waved her hand to her. Sevika laughs along side of you at this whole situation. As you both settled into the car, the tension of the moment shifted into something lighter. Sevika chuckled, glancing over at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what's your plan after the stitches?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. You smirked, feeling the chemistry crackle between you. "Maybe take you out for a drink, if you're up for it." Sevika's smile widened. "Count me in. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stitching you up instead." Sonya, still recovering from her shock, shook her head in disbelief. “This is going to be a story for the ages.”

As you drove off, the laughter and teasing continued, the night ahead full of possibilities, leaving you both eager for what was to come.

[thegreenlynx]

I Bite, Pretty Boy

Chapter 6: Vampiric Duties

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Mostly just fluff and Minho vs the wound (and low-key Jisung).

When you return home the night of the run in with the gun you are more than exhausted. You walk in the door to be met with the delicious smell of the food you asked for, it relaxes you immediately and you slump against the wall with a sigh.

From down the hall you hear Minho humming which comes to a halt when he hears you, "Baby's home..." He mumbles joyously, apparently forgetting for likely the thousandth time that you being a vampire means you can totally hear him.

It causes you to laugh a bit as you wait patiently against the wall for him to come get you, as he always will.

When he finally does his eyes widen in shock at your appearance, immediately racing to you and pulling you into his arms. "You said you were both fine. Y/n this is not fucking fine!" The reaction is exactly what you'd expected, refreshing really.

"It's just a gunshot wound Min, I'm a vampire. It'll heal. It just hurts I'm not dying." You aim to reassure him but he just rolls his eyes and lifts you off the floor like you weigh nothing. More vampire perks.

"Vampire or not your carelessness is going to actually kill me." He lays you in his bed, not yours for whatever reason, you don't ask. "You are not leaving this bed until you are better, no more missions. Nothing. You stay here." He insists, eyes stern as he pulls off your top and begins treating your wound like you expected he would. "...You should have told me.." He whispers sadly when the wound is finally wrapped. He gently caresses your hip beneath it in what you think is an attempt to comfort you but seems to comfort him more.

You brush his hair back with one hand and then boop his nose. "Why? So you would immediately come carry me home? Then that poor cute college student would've been left all cold in the street and I wouldn't have got my food that's still sitting in the kitchen."

"Right, food." He remembers aloud, glancing down at your stomach with his face and body still in your personal space. "The heats off and it's got a lid on it, it's fine. And I really could have dealt with all of that."

You widen your eyes a little and raise a brow before laughing and smacking his shoulder. "You gonna carry us both? Race all the way across town and back, one body per arm, and still make me dinner?"

He smiles and looks at you with a devotion only someone truly out of their mind could have. "I'd have done it for you." You can tell he means it too, but you just shake your head with a sigh.

"You're ridiculous. Let's eat? I want my food and I don't want the guys to steal it."

"I'll bite them if they try." He states playfully, pulling a blanket to cover you and winking as he stands and moves quick and graceful as a cat to the kitchen to fetch you what you asked for.

Minho makes a point of feeding you himself, only allowing himself to eat once you are completely finished. It's around then that the other guys arrive, a loud mess in the corridor. Minho is very quick in setting down his bowl and grabbing a shirt from his closet that he then pulls over you. You nod a silent thanks and snuggle into it, exhausted from the events of the day.

As soon as you close your eyes, a knock sounds at the door and Minho groans. "What?" He asks, annoyed.

"We're supposed to do our reports.." It's Felix talking but he can hear Jeongin breathe beside him.

"Right.. Reports.." He nods to himself in realization, standing to get the door. He's been a bit absent minded lately, rather odd for him. He has found himself fretting over you more and more, getting lost in you when you're around and forgetting there is a world around the two of you. That other people exist, that he has responsibilities for those very people.

He lets the two in and walks back to his bed to sit beside you. "What's y/n doing in here?" Jeongin asks, flopping onto the bed beside you, earning a glare from Minho.

"She got shot, apparently jumped in front of some funky college kid."

"Shot? Is she going to be alright?" Jeongin asks worriedly, lifting himself up to peer into your face, to which you blow into his and he snickers and hugs you from behind. "Brat. I was worried."

"I know, don't be. It's just my side and it'll heal quick. Mostly just tired, and Min's being paranoid enough for all four of you." You murmur sleepily, rubbing your eyes and wrapping one arm around Jeongin's.

"...funky?" Felix asks, picking out a gyoza from Minho's bowl and eating it before carefully moving to lay his head on your thighs. "Can I lay here?" He asks you softly before turning back to Minho when you nod.

"I looked into him to find his address. He's a weirdo." Minho shakes his head, remembering all he found on him. The weird fantasy filled social media cites, the smut vampire books he'd reviewed that Minho had wished to unsee. Exactly the kind of human the coven does not need to get involved with. Curious ones who venture into areas they should really leave alone. Ones that fantasize about things that could very well get them killed.

A complete fool, in Minho's eyes.

"Yeah, he was weird. Real cute for a human though." You smile half asleep, remembering his funny facial expression upon seeing you. The wide, glimmering eyes that had so recently held fear shifting immediately to overwhelming amazement.

Minho on the other hand, has to rub his temple in response to the headache he feels coming on at the trouble you are no doubt soon to cause him. "Alright little miss chaos, that's enough out of you. Time for bed." He states as he stands, speeds to put his dish in the kitchen before returning.

Upon re-entering the room Felix looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Can we sleep together tonight?" It causes Minho to sigh but he doesn't refuse.

The bed is plenty large enough, so he nods but gestures for them to move off the bed. "Go get ready then come back."

He gets himself ready as well and you watch him,  only looking away as he slips off his drawers to change them. Only a few seconds later and you feel the bed dip in front of you. You look at him just as he reaches under your shirt, your breath catches for a moment and he chuckles a little as he unclasps your bra and removes it from under your shirt. He never touches your chest, fingers only grazing your shoulders arms and back as he moves the straps. "There, that should be more comfortable." He tosses your bra into the back of his closet in hopes the others won't see it and pulls you to lay on his bare chest, careful of your wound.

Admittedly it is, not having wires stab you in the ribs is refreshing. You smile in gratitude as you nuzzle against him. Felix and Jeongin walk in a little after, you are already mostly asleep as Jeongin slips behind you, chest to back, and throws a hand lazily over Minho's waist. Felix worms his way under his arm and between you and Minho's stomach's, not quite separating the two of you but rather being perfectly slotted and squished between the two of your soft abdomens and plush, or in Minho's case thick and meaty, thighs.

Your response is a light hum while Minho groans and fits the hand not around your waist into Felix's hair, Jeongin just laughs and rubs the silver haired man's back a few times before moving his hand over Felix and back onto Minho's waist. It doesn't take long for the comfortable mass of limbs to drift off, and once Chan has finally completed some last minute work he slowly and silently opens Minho's door.

He has heard your entire conversation so he knows the situation. He laughs quietly at how bundled you all are and snaps a polaroid photo he sets on Minho's desk before he walks over to the bed to join you. The only real spot remaining is beside Minho so he lays there and puts his own arm around Felix who lays atop him.

The next morning you feel fine. The wound no longer hurts and you feel ready to take on the world. The only thing that stands in your way is... well, Minho. And quite literally at that, arms crossed as he stands annoyed and rather passive aggressively in the doorway.

"Come on! You are being ridiculous!" You huff, irritated. "I'm not a human, I am a vampire. I heal fast. I'm fine, I can go out now."

He hums at you and kicks himself lazily off the door trim before walking over to you with a glare. "Yeah. Maybe. Unfortunately for you that isn't up to you, now is it?" He tilts your head up to look at him and it makes you glare back at him.

You know why he doesn't want you to go anywhere. That it is only because he can't bear the idea of anything happening to you, that you've probably already scared him half to death. You also know you should just be good and do what he says, even if for nothing other than his peace of mind.

And on any other day you would have. You don't go against Minho, it's just not something you do. The others? Maybe. Him? Never. You may have him wrapped around your finger, he may do anything for you. But that is exactly why you will not go against him, you owe him everything.

So why are you arguing about this? Well it's fairly simple really. You have a very odd tingle in your spine, it's been there since you woke. It's incessant, won't leave you be. It is driving you mad.

At first you'd thought it a symptom of the wound, but you really do feel right as rain otherwise. The nail in the coffin was your mind drifting over to a certain weird human too frequently, images of his terrified face plaguing your vision every moment you close your eyes.

It's annoying, really. Which has tempted you towards the pursuit of your own peace of mind. You want to see him again. You simply need to know. You need to see for yourself that your worries are unfounded.

Minho is admittedly a little more on edge than normal. You suspect it isn't just the wound either, that perhaps he already knows what you want. What you need. You know better than anyone he will be entirely against giving it to you. Normally you'd be fine with that, this time you can't be. You need to convince him.

You look up at him from the bed sadly. "Minho... won't you at least hear me out..?" You sound disappointed and hurt even to yourself. It only reflects a small portion of how you really feel. In truth you don't blame Minho, nor are you angry with him at all. You're a little frustrated, but that's about it.

He deflates in response, lets his knees fall to the ground in front of you as he rests his head on your collar, arms wrapping around your middle. "That's entirely unfair and you know it."

You lean your cheek against the top of his head and sigh. "I know. Please listen anyway."

His hold on you tightens. "You're such a brat. You'll kill me one day, I am starting to think it is my fate to be entirely at your mercy my whole life until one day it kills me."

You pause a moment and rub his back with one hand. "Is that so bad?"

He sighs and leans back on his legs with his hands relaxing and sliding to your thighs as he looks at you once more. "Not at all. This is what I wanted." He's sincere, eyes letting you in on every raging emotion he feels that his words dare not express. "Go on then, I'll listen. But I can't guarantee I'll just give you what you want."

"I have a terrible feeling, since I woke up I cannot ignore. I need to do something about it or I fear what may happen." You rest your hand atop his as he grimaces at you. "I want to watch over the man from yesterday. For my patrols I want to keep an eye on him and make sure he is safe."

He inhales sharply, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. "Have you...have you fallen for that....that human..?" There's a hurt in his eyes as he looks at you that you haven't quite seen before.

You quickly shake your head. "This isn't a personal thing Min. I don't feel anything for him. I just have a bad feeling there's more to this than meets the eye. It is our duty to protect the humans and I don't want to ignore this feeling I have in case it has merit."

He sighs in slight relief, nods, then furrows his brows. "But I already told you I would deal with the gang."

"That's the thing, I have a feeling there is more to this than just the gang." You express sincerely, his eyes show his shock as he glances away and thinks it over.

"You think other vampires were actually involved?"

You know very well the man you killed was human. You sensed no other supernatural presence that night and there was none at his house either. "In last night? No. But I do think they have something to do with this feeling I have. Maybe I'm deranged but I want to listen to my body."

This causes Minho to laugh, in a way that expresses self mocking rather than joy or humor. "You are far from deranged darling, I am the only one in this room who has earned that title."

You know him too well to try and deny or challenge his words, you instead change the subject back to the matter at hand. "I think, no, I have this feeling, that the man I met last night has something really bad coming for him soon. Something that affects us too. I think avoiding it would be a mistake. Even if it's only me watching him for two weeks, if nothing occurs and this feeling fades I'll drop it, I just need to see."

He sighs for what feels like the millionth time, nods slowly, squeezes his eyes tightly, then releases his grip on your thighs. "You're right. I will let you go, but only if you promise to tell me everything. And the second you are in danger you will let me know so I can come save you."

You smile reassuringly at him, "Always."

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HOW TO GET THE GIRL: A LOVERS GUIDE

CHAPTER NINE: about jiwoo. (1.6k)

WARNINGS: angst, reader is referred to as woman.

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Weeks have gone by since you started tutoring Riki. To say you've started to like him more was a vast understatement. Once you dropped your "cold" act that lasted for a mere 3 sessions, You started to become accustomed to him.

Although you had gone many years without interacting with each other, it felt like the spark you had imagined between you two never left.

The both of you had grown comfortable with each other to the point you started to interact with each other outside of the usual library doors.

At first, it was embarrassing to have your name shouted at the other end of the hallway, however, it turned into a typical routine where instead of keeping your head down and speed-walking away from him to avoid lingering eyes, you'd wave back.

During these study sessions, you learned more and more about him. How he microwaves his strawberries, he has a dog named Bisco, he can play piano, and he has a large fear of bugs that you've sadly had to learn the hard way after he accidentally pushed you aside to run away from a nearby wasp.

Something else you learned about Niki was that his grades did not match up with his knowledge. Sure, he was inconsistent with his attendance and would rarely turn in classwork if any at all, but he was smart and an extremely fast learner.

It had gotten to the point where you'd just set a small bulk of his past-due assignments in front of him and study for your other classes until he finished.

The study sessions quickly turned into more of a hangout. Staying in the library together hours after completing whatever workload had stacked up over the week to share hushed laughter and talk about everything under the sun until the library had to close down for the night.

You'd even go as far as to call him your friend, and so would members of the Newspaper Club.

"You're in a rush." Lily offhandedly mentioned as she typed away on the school's computer. Her posture had straightened at the sound of you hastily packing away your belongings but her eyes refused to stray away from the screen.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to meet up with Riki." you answered before slinging the book bag over your shoulder.

"To do what exactly? It's a Friday and I thought you only tutored him on Sundays." J suddenly butted in, a playful yet accusatory tone to her voice as she suddenly invested herself in the conversation.

"I don't know actually, he asked to meet me at the school gates when our session ended."

"Oh? Is he walking you home? That's pretty cute." Yoon commented, a teasing smile growing on her face. "I don't know why he would, I mean— he's never done it before. So, I don't see why he'd want to do it now." You replied with fake unconcern.

You were being honest when you said you didn't know why Riki had suddenly made this decision to meet you at the school gate, but if it was to start walking you home on a frequent basis, you're 100% sure your knees would give out.

"Did you guys need any more help before I head out?" You suddenly questioned, trying to shift focus away from your last comment.

"Nope, we got it from here. Only thing we have left to do anyway is restock the printer paper." J assured with a small smile before hoisting herself up to sit on a desk.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later then." You quickly replied as you made your way towards the exit,

Lily only hummed in response to your statement before saying "Have fun, don't get into any trouble."

A smile crept onto your face as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at how much she sounded like a Mom sending her daughter off. "And text us when you make it back home!" Seeun responded, suddenly bordering out of the storage closet with a box filled to the brim with different bulks of paper.

"Okay, Moms, will do."

"About time." Riki groaned out, loud enough for your approaching figure to hear as you made your way into eye view. "Oh, shut up," you said as he pushed himself off of the gates.

"I feel like I've been waiting for forever." He whines as he follows behind your figure. "Yeah, right. Couldn't have been waiting that long since it looks like you went home to drop off your backpack." You pointed out, silently relishing in the feeling of freedom as you got farther and farther away from school grounds.

"I didn't feel like carrying that thing around all day. Plus, it'll be easier to carry yours." He stated nonchalantly.

He reached over to slip your bag off of your shoulders before flinging it across his own, his delicate fingers brushing over your own as he did so. But just as quick as his touch arrived, it was just as quick to leave.

His simple actions shouldn't ruffle you like they do, yet it still happens. You know that when Riki does things like this he never has an underlying intention which makes it all the more pathetic when you feel your stomach brim with butterflies the moment you make skin-to-skin contact with him.

You cleared your throat before wrapping your arms around your stomach, a meek attempt at trying to calm the raging storm of feelings that was happening inside of you.

"So, why did you want to walk me home all of a sudden?" You asked, shifting your gaze around the growing shrubbery to avoid looking in his direction.

"Oh, right. I wanted to ask you something." He shyly uttered, his free hand that wasn't holding your bag made its way to the back of his neck, nervously rubbing it as he looked down at his sneakers.

You glanced in his direction to see that whatever was on his mind had been weighing in on him for a while. "Yeah, what's up?" you asked softly before shifting your gaze forward.

"Um, you're friends with Jiwoo, right?" he asked, out of the corner of your eye you could see him turn towards you. Trying to gauge your reaction and see what you'd say.

It took a moment for the question to fully translate in your mind as if he was speaking a foreign language you had never heard before. Once it did register in your head you couldn't help the shock that overtook your body, nearly making you stumble over your feet.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, it was as if you were a fish out of water. Your mouth had suddenly gone dry and it felt as if you saw the fantasy of your TV romance crashing in front of your eyes. "Yeah, Jiwoo and I are really good friends." You finally managed to push out.

"Why do you ask?" You quickly follow up, your eyebrows unknowingly furrowing.

"I asked because I wanted to know if she was single." He replied, his tone went from nervousness to giddiness in a matter of seconds.

You couldn't turn towards him because you could hear the smile in his voice at the mere mention of her name. You were afraid that if you saw how he beamed at the thought of her that the butterflies that were swarming in your stomach just a few seconds earlier would escape onto the concrete in front of you.

"She's single," you affirmed with a stiff nod.

"Do you think you could set me up with her?" He immediately asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. Each word that came out of his mouth felt like a blow to the gut, killing off each butterfly one by one.

Your head shook 'no' before you could even form the words. "I-...I don't think I could."

"Oh, come on, please?" He suddenly pleaded, turning towards you once again. He wanted you to look at him, whether intentionally or not he knew that if you made eye contact with him you'd fall into his trap just like everyone else.

"Just get one of the basketball players to help. Or one of their cheerleader girlfriends." you tried to reason. "It's not the same," he muttered, tilting his head towards the sky, another whine threatening to come out of his mouth.

"Come on, you'd be the perfect wing-woman. you're good friends with her so it'd be easy and less weird when someone she barely knows tries to set her up with me," he argued, adding onto why he wanted you to set him up with her.

You bit your lip in contemplation. It felt like the obvious answer was 'NO!' but another part of you wanted to agree to set them up. You were happy with the relationship you and Riki had started to build together and you didn't want an elementary crush to get in the way of that.

There was always the lingering possibility that you and him were only ever meant to be friends and nothing more, and maybe, just maybe, Jiwoo was the one for him.

"What do I get out of this?" You quietly asked after the lingering silence.

"Anything you want. If you do this for me I promise I'll pay you back" He swiftly responded before stopping in his tracks, instinctively making you stop alongside him. "Please, just do this for me." He begged, his hands fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he waited for your answer.

"Fine, I'll help you."

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Guess I ruined us pretty bad

Pairings - singer! Abby Anderson x ex! Fem! Reader

An - this is my second modern au Abby FIC// Abby is like Girl in red

Abby laid down on the bed in her hotel room. She had just finished another show on her country tour. At this point in the tour Abby didn’t even really care what state she was in just as long as the show went smoothly. The rest of the band was in different rooms most likely with some groupies, Abby however was alone.

She knew if she wanted she could easily find someone to sleep with, she was the Abby Anderson but she didn’t want anyone.

Abby sat up and opened her phone going to Instagram, she went onto her stalker account and soon found your account in her following..

You two had a shitty break up half a year ago when Abby’s career really started to take off.. she scrolled for a moment before clicking onto your live.

—

You were in your kitchen with Ellie Jessie and Dina, all of which was cooking sweets with you.

Jadenxoxo - “Are you still with Abby”

You read the message and sighed. “No sadly she had bigger plans than our relationship I still like her music though her new song is amazing”

“Her music is shit” Dina scolded. Before you could defend her Jessie and Ellie stepped in.

“You still listen to her music? Y/n we talked about this” Jessie sighed, while handing some batter to Dina to put in the cake pan.

“I don’t give a shit I still hate Abby after she got into that fight with Joel” Ellie scoffed. Now finally able to talk you rolled your eyes, “yeah well Joel’s not innocent in that either he had hit jerry during the bondfire, abby was only standing up for her dad”

“Whatever” Ellie Bit back before walking to Dina and grabbing her hips watching as she made the cake.

You rolled your eyes and continued to talk to people in your comments.

—

Abby smiled seeing you defend her. She watched until the live ended.. her phone went dark, she just sat in the darkness trying to get over the fact you two were done.

She opened her phone again this time pulling up your number, it had been months since she had last had sex. The last time being with you.. after your breakup she had just traveled with the band being happy as long as she wasn’t in your state.. she wanted to call you.

Wanted to apologize and maybe even offer to fly you out but she knew herself.. she just wanted to get off over the phone with you. Abby sighed and turned her phone off throwing it aside before laying down.. she didn’t want to be that person that called you up when she needed a quick fuck but she knew that’s who she was becoming..

————

You were sitting in a diner with your friends enjoying your meal. You looked over and felt a sense of dread seeing abby on a billboard promoting her new concert.

Dina noticed and shook her head. “I think she should stay out of Jacksonville, can’t believe she actually scheduled a concert for here”

The group agreed but you didn’t. “Y/n.. don’t tell me your thinking of fixing things with her” Ellie warned as if you said yes she was going to jump across the table and beat your ass..

You kept quiet for a moment. “It would be nice to see her again”

“And she’ll break your heart again— y/n you desevere better than her” Jessie added his two scenes.. “Abby’s not like tha—“

“Then Why did she tell you you were a condensing bitch for not going on tour with her?!” Ellie yelled but soon Quieted down as the diner looked over. “Next time I see that blonde haired bitch I’m kicking her ass”

“She didn’t call me a condensing bitch els”

“Sure”

Your friends continued to batter Abby all the while you just kept quiet thinking about what would happen if you saw her again. Would she call you? Show up to your place? You had no idea.

————

That night you sat in bed and just had your last argument with Abby on replay.

You were cuddling with Abby on the couch watching as a reporter show interviewed her. “Fuck baby see that I’m gonna be famous” Abby laughed and kissed your cheek.

“Uh huh, just don’t forget about me yeah”

Abby just snorted. “As if How can I forget about my girl if she’s always with me” she pulled you closer if it was possible but you remained confused. “What do you mean?”

She tilted her head. “What? Your coming with me on my tour” she awkwardly laughed, her body language growing more serious. “Your coming with me”

“No I’m not Abby” you pulled away to have a serious conversation. “I can’t just leave my job but I’ll be here supporting you from the sidelines”’ you tried to be supportive by grabbing her hand.

Abby however shook her head like it wouldn’t do. “Quit your job I’m making more then enough for both of us”

“I’m not quiting my job” you scoffed “this is my dream job and I’d be insane to leave it, I get how important this is to you but I can’t go abs”

“So what? I’m just supposed to spend months traveling without you” her tone accusatory, you shrugged your should irritated but Abby let out a scoff like sigh. “That’s bullshit, isn’t your job Doing work from home Why can’t you go”

“Because i Cant Abby can you stop acting like a child about this? Your an adult woman act like one”

“I’m the child for wanting to have you with me?!” Abbya tone grew louder.

“You know that’s not what I meant”

“Whatever” abby stood up and grabbed her keys.

“Abby where are you going!” You yelled and followed her outside your apartment complex down to her car. “What the fuck are you doing!”

Abby opened her car door. “Going to blow off steam”

“So your going to the gym instead of talking to me.. Abby if you leave this conversation you won’t have to worry about not having a girlfriend on tour.”

She got into her car before she paused. “Your not serious..”

“I am either we talk this out like adults or your on your own” your tone was strong but you tried to hide the years in your eyes. Abby just scoffed thinking your bluffing. “We’ll talk when we’re both calmed down ok, I’ll see you in an hour.. love you”

That hour when Abby came home you were gone.

—

At the same time Abby thought about the same thing.. she covered her face and cringed at how she didn’t take you seriously like she should of. She had ruined everything and ruined what you two had, just the thought of all that though made her sick.

————

A couple hours passed. You had woken up around 2am after your cat hit your face.. grumbling you moved over and checked your phone.

Almost dropping it you panicked as you saw a DM notification from Abby’s Instagram account. You debated for half an hour before actually opening it

- hey y/n I know it’s been a long time but I’m coming into state for a concert and I thought maybe we could hang out or something

You looked at the message nervous, should you respond? Should you ignore?

“Fuck” you groaned.. if you agreed you knew how it would end but you just couldn’t stop yourself

- hey Abby.. yeah I would like to hangout it would be nice to see you

- ….

- great! I’ll text you some details tomorrow. Come to my show yeah? you can hangout back stage while we preform

- …

- okay

You turned off your phone and made a face of discomfort. Once Dina and them found out they would actually kill you but what could it hurt, you still liked Abby yeah and maybe if she still liked you maybe there was a chance to make things work again.

————

You sat back stage shaking your leg as Abby finsihed her set. You waved as manny, Mel, Nora and some of the other people in Abby’s band walked by. You had hanged out occasionally with them but you didn’t really know them.

That’s when you saw Abby. She had her hair down with sweat beading around her face, she wore a black Tee and some cargo pants. It was simple but shit did it really show off Abby’s muscular physique.

She noticed you and walked awkwardly over. “Hey” she panted, You nodded in response. “Uh.. let’s go to my dressing room yeah? It’ll be more private”

Once in the room you got comfortable on the couch, watching Abby change which didn’t shock you since you two have seen eachother naked on a multitude of occasions. Abby sat down beside you.

It was silent but comforting as you two looked at eachother. “So” you finally spoke shifting around some. “How many groupies have you hooked up with” you teased.

Abby gave a breathy chuckle. “None actually.. I haven’t slept with anyone since our breakup, and what about you? How many women have come banging on your door begging for a chance”

“As if” you rolled your eyes “your the only woman I’ve met who’s actually almost broke down my door just to ask me on another date” it was nice talking to Abby. It wasn’t weird but enjoyable.

“And in my defense it worked didn’t it” Abby laughed. “Besides I had to do that after fucking up our first date”

You laughed in response. “Ok Abby” shaking your head but the blonde continued with a smile

“I’m serious!”

Laughing with Abby made you happy, you always felt your best when she was with you, You both calmed down eventually and just looked at eachother.. Abby’s smile fell, she grabbed your hand and sighed. She rubbed gentle circles on your hand in a comforting way. “I ruined us pretty bad huh..”

You didn’t respond, Abby took that as her answer. She leaned forward and kissed your cheek while placing her hand on your hip with her free hand on your cheek. She looked at you with affection before looking down ashamed. “I treated you like trash, and you deserve so much more than that.. and I know this is a shitty apology but I’m sorry.. I’m so so fucking sorry. If I could take everything back I would”

She cringed at the silence. Wishing to take everything back. You reached out and kissed her softly, it was short lived much to Abby’s dismay but she didn’t complain.

“I love you Abby.. I never stop” You softly admited. Laughing as Abby blushed, you tucked one of her stray hairs away before leaning in to kiss her again.

—

The following morning abby immediately posted you laying in bed beside her on her Instagram story.. resulting in multiple people congratulating abby on her relationship, some offensive names and comments, and lastly your friends blowing up your phone threatening to beat your ass for getting back with your ex.

[yiiiiiiiikes25]

Top 5 pieces of furniture you have considered unwisely buying

stood up and braced my hands on the table like i'm in a war room

OKAY. parameters are:

pieces i still think about

must have come across them organically rather than hunting them down to solve a problem

did not actually purchase

fb marketplace. $600 and a seven hour round trip to eastern CT. michel ducaroy for roche bobois smoked lucite modular shelving unit, missing the support poles and their attachment screws. the pictures were just piles of tissue-wrapped slabs of dust in a blurry garage. got as far as calling my steel fabricator to quote out the missing poles before i taped out the only feasible footprint in my 425 sf apt and realized i was delusional. probably could have resold with poles for $5k in new york. would have kept them forever anyway. still regret not pulling the trigger--i sit up in bed out of a dead sleep once a month about these

2. insane butt plug lamp (kundalini ETA lamp by gugliemo berchicci): found it for $1k (mediocre price) at an auspicious moment when moving in with my girlfriend and we both found it hysterical and perfect. would have regretted paying this much, and it's not particularly rare; will pick up when i come across it in a moment of fbmp kismet

3. briefly dated a woodworker/furniture designer whose preoccupation was in finishes; for some bk zillionaire, they'd done up a simple white oak table with copal resin, which they patinated over the legs (example below from a different piece) and then burn-blackened to matte into the top. it smells subtle and sacred, and the burned finish feels like velvet. they do the most incredible organic shapes, like driftwood eroded down to curvature, juxtaposed with stunning planar orthogonals--really some of the most striking furniture i've ever seen. sadly i whiffed the dismount on dating them and can never speak to them again so any future purchases will have to be through a proxy llc

4. all time dream sofa: mario bellini's le bambole, which is so friendly and goofy-ugly and comfy as fUCK that you don't notice how refined and masterful it is. like the lines are actually really beautiful! in green velvet below for the bisexuals and in patinated vintage leather for the real heads. i saw it in vintage burgundy suede at brimfield once and almost passed out. i just think it's such a cool exercise in form and tension--like a child pushing their fingers into a soft block of clay--that somehow adds up to the best piece of italo-california ease you've ever sat on. it's modular; i love the armchair and the loveseat, too, though the slipper chairs i could do without. the repros are stiff and awful, so i'll have to pay out the nose for the real deal. someday, someday

5. in my heart of hearts i am a restoration/salvage bitch; this is perhaps cheating, since it's not precisely furniture and "considered unwisely buying" would entail also buying a house, but maria speake runs a design/salvage firm in london called retrouvius--one of their signature moves is a sturdy apothecary vitrine from the late 1800s or early 1900s refinished into a kitchen island. i think it puts something unexpected and jewelbox-beautiful where a bulky monolithic altar to the gods of expensive marble would usually go in a kitchen. here are a few examples:

thanks for asking the best question of all time! do we know each other

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 60

‘Are you sure you don’t mind me heading out for the evening?’ Loki asked Claire as he put on his jacket.

‘Why would I mind?’ Claire laughed and put her arms around him, going up on her tiptoes for a kiss.

Loki smiled and kissed her softly, stroking her cheek. ‘I feel bad leaving you home alone.’

‘I’m not alone, I’ve got Bat. We’re going to have a girl’s night in, right Bat?’

Bat was sitting in the doorway of the living room and let out a small chirp in response, her tail flicked in the air a few times too, making Loki chuckle.

‘I go out with the girls sometimes without you, of course I don’t mind you going out with the guys.’

‘I guess so.’ Loki nodded. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to come though?’ He asked.

‘I’m sure. I’d rather watch paint dry than go see that film.’ Claire laughed. ‘Now go, go on. Have fun!’ She said as she tried to shoo him out the door.

‘I could easily cancel and we can have a night in.’ Loki said as he stepped out the door.

‘Go and enjoy the film, vampy. We always have nights in.’ Claire said knowingly with a look.

Loki sighed and shrugged. ‘Alright, alright. I’ll see you later. Just call if there’s any issues, ok?’

‘Everything will be fine. Now go, don’t make me lock the door on you!’ She chastised and shooed him away.

Loki put his hands up and headed off down the path. He spun on his heels and was about to rush back in. ‘Forgot my’ He was cut off when his keys went flying at him, he caught them just in time with his vampire reflexes before they smacked him in the face.

‘Thanks. You’re going to pay for that later.’ He growled at her.

‘Yeah, yeah. Have fun vampy. Love you!’ Claire shouted as she closed the door.

Loki didn’t get a chance to reply before she closed the door, so he quickly sent her a text. I love you too xxx

He went to pick up David and Matt, they were going to see a new film in a series they all liked. It was no surprise that Matt was over at David’s, so he picked them up from there.

‘It’s a shame that Michael can’t join us, I know he enjoys these films too.’ Matt said sadly.

‘I know, he’s just really withdrawn. I get he needs to look after his daughter, but he will get burnout or deep depression if he keeps away constantly.’ David said.

‘His daughter is his world, if Claire was ill like that I’d never leave her side. Besides, we were probably too last minute with planning for him to organise someone to be there for her.’ Loki said softly.

‘I guess, I can’t imagine having a loved one being so ill. With the only chance of survival being so damn expensive.’ David sighed.

‘I even spoke to dad about it all, he says it’s due to the treatment. It’s only available from abroad right now, plus the machine needed for giving the treatment is super expensive to buy. There’s only a handful even made in the whole world.’ Loki explained. He’d been hoping that Lucius might have been able to help, but it was out of his hands as his hospital didn’t have the machine or the treatment, as it was such a rare illness.

‘What’s Claire up to tonight?’ Matt asked, changing the subject.

‘Just hanging out with Bat. I think she was happy to get me out of the house.’ Loki chuckled.

When they got to the cinema, they got their snacks and went into the screen for the film. It was pretty packed, which Loki was actually glad of. It meant there was less likely to be any issues with hunters. He was so paranoid at the moment over them.

He was right to be paranoid though. After the film was finished, they decided to grab a few beers from the bar next door, but on the way there they were jumped by some hunters on the quiet back street between the cinema and the bar.

It didn’t end up being too much trouble though, while it was five hunters versus just the three vampires, the hunters seemed young and inexperienced. They were fumbling with their weapons too much, not firing very well either. So Loki, Matt and David actually had a bit of fun taking them down.

Loki had one pinned to the ground, his hand wrapped firmly around his neck as he choked him. He had his knee pressing down on his chest.

‘Tell me. Who sent you? How do hunters know where we are? Huh?’ Loki hissed at him.

The hunter glared at Loki, not wanting to speak. But the fear within him spiked when Loki knelt harder on him, beginning to crack his ribs.

‘OK! OK! I’ll talk!’ The hunter coughed harshly as tears welled up in his eyes.

‘Then talk.’ Loki spat.

‘It’s… it’s you and your group. You’re all our main hit list… We got information of your whereabouts last minute today, that’s why it’s us rookies… please, my dad made me join the hunters. I never wanted to. I actually used to date a vampire, I loved her… until dad found out.’ The guy started sobbing, not just from pain.

Loki could tell he was being truthful. He felt a little bad for the kid, he did seem young.

‘Who’s feeding you information?’ Loki asked, leaning off him a bit, letting him breathe better.

‘I’m not totally sure… I swear. But... I think it’s a vampire, I think.’

‘Why would a vampire be helping hunters? And why would the head hunters even allow information from a vampire to be taken into consideration? That’s unheard of.’ Loki frowned.

‘I don’t know. I don’t know for sure. I don’t know. I’m sorry. Please.’ The guy continued crying.

Loki could smell the pure fear running through his veins. So, he eased off completely. David and Matt had finished off the other four hunters, leaving them in pools of their own blood.

The guy rolled over, clutching at his sides as he coughed harshly, but that hurt even more.

‘Aren’t you finishing him off?’ David hissed, his eyes glowing red as he tilted his head at the guy, blood from one of the hunters dripped from his fangs, down his chin.

‘No. He’s just a kid.’ Loki said as his fangs retracted.

‘A kid in pain, now.’ Matt commented as he wiped blood from his mouth, his fangs retracted, too.

‘You know, I’ve always wanted to turn someone. Never done it before.’ David commented with a little smirk as he licked his lips.

‘No.’ Loki growled.

‘Aww come on. It will help him heal, for a start. Could cause some fun, turning a hunter into a vampire. Essentially throwing the cat among the pigeons.’ David grinned excitedly.

Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face. He looked at the kid, who was rolling around in pain. The kid looked up at the three vampires.

‘I… I wouldn’t mind… I deserve to die. Dad made me… he made me kill my girlfriend. I loved her so much.’ He cried.

Loki pondered a moment, David was antsy, but waited for Loki to decide.

‘Would you like to be turned?’ Loki asked him.

He looked shocked at the question at first, never thinking that as being an option. Then he nodded. ‘I… I promise, I won’t help hunters ever again… I’ll go for my dad though, I hate him for what he turned me into.’ He said angrily, then cursed from the pain.

‘Alright. We will turn you. Then you can have revenge on your dad, if you want. I guess a few less hunters will help us in the long run.’ Loki sighed.

He looked at David and nodded, then he turned away and walked down the road a bit so he didn’t need to watch.

After the deed was done, David was pretty hyped so ended up flying off to go hunting some bad people. Loki wanted to help the new young vampire, but he ran off, scared and confused with his new senses.

‘Ah fuck.’ Matt groaned. ‘Did we do the right thing there?’

‘God knows. At least we have a few less hunters to worry about now.’ Loki sighed. ‘Come on, I’ll drop you off on the way home.’

Matt nodded. ‘I guess David’s doing his own thing now.’ He chuckled.

-

Loki was just getting home, he was a bit tired after what ended up going on. He was looking forward to snuggling up with Claire on the sofa, forgetting about that poor kid.

He paused as he was about to open the front door, he could smell a mix of people inside. Severus, Toshi, Louise and Jessica. What were they all doing here? Claire never mentioned about having people over. Not that he minded, he just hoped nothing was wrong, having hunters after them earlier had really rattled him.

He opened the door and swiftly stepped inside, he frowned as they weren’t in the living room. But then he heard some hustle and bustle in the kitchen, so made his way through there calmly. He didn’t sense any fear.

When he walked in, he paused, taking in the scene before him.

They were all huddled around the kitchen sink, Claire was leaning over it more in the middle, with Jessica looking to be tugging at something... Louise was next to Jessica, looking intently. Severus and Toshi were at the other side of Claire, looming over her. Bat was also sitting on the counter next to Severus and Toshi, staring at Claire also.

‘Pull harder!’ Louise suggested.

‘Yeah, really yank it.’ Toshi chimed in.

‘No, oww! It’s not working.’ Claire whined.

‘Need more lube.’ Jessica hummed.

‘I don’t think you could get her any more lubricated than she already is.’ Severus drawled.

Bat let out a small meow to join in.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ Loki blurted out after his brain started working again.

Everyone completely scattered upon hearing Loki, they hadn’t heard him coming in so were all caught off guard. Even Severus never heard him.

Jessica turned into a bat and flew over Loki’s shoulder, into the living room and straight up out the chimney.

Toshi leapt up onto the counter and slipped out the kitchen window, Severus followed quickly in bat form.

Louise went running out the back door, not quite getting it closed properly behind her in her rush, Claire had never seen her move so fast before.

Bat started running on the spot on the slippery counter before getting traction and jumping down to the floor and bolting out of the room between Loki’s legs, and scrambling upstairs. She was just a flurry of black to him.

‘What the hell…’ Loki was stunned at how quickly everyone scattered. ‘Claire? What’s going on?’

Claire spun around and had her hand behind her back as she tried to calm her racing heart down. ‘LOKI! Shit. I uh… wasn’t expecting you back so soon.’

Loki began walking towards her, eyebrow up. ‘Care to explain what’s going on? Why did everyone run off like that? What are you hiding behind your back?’ He tried peeping over her shoulder.

‘Nothing! Nothing! They uh, just had to go. It was a… flying visit from them.’ Claire blurted out quickly, her eyes were darting about, she was unable to look him in the eye.

Before Loki could say anything else, she tried side-stepping away from him. Though he was quick enough to slide an arm around her waist and he gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

‘Claire… What is going on?’ He asked firmly.

She opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything. So Loki slowly reached round with his other hand to gently take hold of her wrist, and, without too much reluctance, he brought her hand round on front of her. His eyes widened at what he saw.

‘I… I’m so sorry. I can explain!’ Claire said rapidly.

[starlovesqueen]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 Brian may x reader

/n: this book is about cheating! It will have some smut, etc. Adultery, instead of Chrissis mullen, (brian mays ex-wife) instead of her, I'll be naming the gf he cheats on something else, because it's none of my business on what went down with them, etc. So, it's just a respect thing! Also, I'd like to say, the reader is 21 here, brian is 24! (Set in '71) okay, thats all! Enjoy.

Chapter one...

December 14th, 1971.

You were 21, your a groupie on the weekends, and on weekdays you work in a bookstore in Kensington on Kensington high street, and you got paid well. But a lot of time you were at a musicians flat somewhere. Of course, being a groupie didn't define you. And it was hard.

You've been slapped around by drunk musicians before, just the hard truth of being a groupie, sadly.

You also see it sometimes. You had 'groupie' friends. Though sometime it seemed you were all against eachother. Until.. you were out. Friday night. You enter the pub, you go up the bartender

"Erm.. may I have a sidecarr cocktail, please?" You ask politely. "Coming right up, love" the tender replies cheerfully. You quickly look at the band playing. 'They were good.. new? Yeah.. they were new' You think to yourself, but your attention is brought back to the bartender as he gets you your cocktail. Damn he's quick.. "ah.. thanks, mate." You smile, walking away with your fruity little cocktail.

You watch the band play. You realize you had a connection to the guitarists. Your finish your drink, quickly and try to get to the front if the stage. The guitarist had big chocolate curls, tall and lean. He look at you from the stage. Amazing.. you manage to get on the sidelines, somehow you were the only one their. You also manage to get back stage.. you knew where the key to the backstage door was. Under the mat, duh!

And obviously there was no bodyguard, considering the pub was to low budget to afford one, and the bands playing were too, I mean.. look at where there playing!

You get inside, it looked same old, same old, but with their stuff everywhere.

You sit on the big red couch in the middle.

When the boys get off the stage, their shocked to see some girl on their couch.

"Who's this lassie?" The blond one asks

"Probably for you, rog!" The one with the wavy brown have said. Rog hm? Probably short for Roger... you think.. you quickly snap out of your thoughts and reply: "nah, I'm here for him." I point to the curly one

"She speaks!" The wavy haired one says, but is quickly cut off.

"Brian?" The black haired one with the teeth says. "Hah! That's a first!" The blond points at him "shut it, meadows!" Brian responds with Roger's middle name, though.. you didn't know that yet.

"Anyway!" The black haired one says, "I'm freddie, freddie mercury." That's certainly unique ...

"I'm Roger Taylor! Or.. Roger meadows Taylor, as brian partly exposed!"

"I'm john deacon.." john says shyly.

"And- er.. I'm brian, brian may, but just call me bri." The one you were actually interested in says. He was shy.. usually guitarist were more bold, you were effortlessly turned on by it all.

"You look like a brian.." you respond cheekily, "what?" Brian responds.

"I dunno.." you respond. There was a connection of some sort.. you didn't feel it with a lot of people, but you genuinely liked him.

You smirk. "I know where you can get free drinks!~" you say cheerfully. The band lit up, 'thank god' the band all thought. You get up and flip a little thing out of the wall, ot was a small counter and a pocket in the wall with jack Daniel's and titos.

"Whiskey or vodka?" You ask sweetly.

"Mhh.. vodka!" The band says in unison. You pour five shots of vodka

"Come and get it boys!" You all took about three shots and ten minutes later you all were were pretty drunk. Dancing around. Putting the free records on. An hour in, there were more local groupies, and you were making out with brian may on the big red couch on his lap

All was well until the manager of the public house came in and rummaged all of you out! You and the band ended up back to their flat, 36 Sinclair Street next to Kensington market where freddie and Roger's day job was held. You continued your little make out with brian in his room... it was getting heated..

Chapter two coming soon! I also post on wattpad under @starlovezqueen (wattpad is my main

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 5

Reece and Samir have a serious talk about their future.

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Samir and Reece are curled up in bed while the snow falls heavily outside.

Samir: *whispering* Time to get up

Reece: No *yawns* You’re warm and cozy

Samir: You were keen to wake-

Reece: I like the way you smell

Samir: *chuckles* Come on, you’ve got coursework and it’s Snow Day

Reece: *slurred* Slow day

Samir: Let’s go gorgeous. If you get all your uni work done early we’ll make a snowpal, huh?

Samir gets up and Reece reluctantly follows. The thermostat was installed so he’s able to stay warm inside even if it’s not in Samir’s arms.

Reece eats his breakfast as Samir marks his territory and he’s busy with his coursework when Samir comes to eat some meat.

Samir: What’s this one called

Reece: Building with cells, I can kind of understand it

Samir: By the time you’re done with it, you’ll understand it all

Reece: Thanks. What will you be doing while I’m slaving here

Samir: Just see if I can find anything around the place, and go for a jog. If you get cold, please put a shirt on

Reece: I’ll have a hot shower just as soon as I finish this…

In the garden, despite the cold, the chrysanthemums and roses are growing side by side. Samir smiles at them as he heads out. He still can’t help thinking of them as symbolism for him and Reece. One bright sunny and uplifting. One deep, passionate and thorny. After a shower Reece heads to tend the garden and picks the flowers happily. He still wants to graft them together, but he has to get a bit more knowledgeable about gardening first.

Samir gets back and picks one of the books of the shelf to try reading while Reece does more coursework. They’re supposed to be focusing. But, as often happens, their thoughts end up being about each other.

Reece: When can we get married

Samir: We’ve talked about this

Reece: Yes but snatches of conversation after woohoo are not the same as an actual sit down conversation

Samir: *sighs* We should be focusing

Reece: *pouts*

Samir: Blondie... It's like I've said. I’m not proposing until you’ve got your degree

Reece: What if I proposed

Samir: *scratches* I wouldn’t accept. I’ve told you, when I think the time is right, I’ll ask

Reece: Do you need to know who killed your parents first

Samir: No. They’re separate to us

Reece: I just… I want the world to know you've picked me

Samir: Is the hickey you’re always getting me to make on your neck not enough

Reece: I love it, and I love you but…

Reece looks sadly at his coursework and Samir feels bad. He doesn’t want Reece upset but he knows once they get married Reece will be obsessed with the idea of kids. He loves Reece being a genius and knows that long term Reece will be happiest having at least a part time job where he can use his brain. He needs to finish his degree before they "settle down". Then he's happy for him to have as many kids as will keep him smiling.

Samir: How about a compromise

Reece: Like a woohoo compromise

Samir: No. Like a… be my partner compromise

Reece: Huh?

Samir reaches over and grabs Reece's hand. He's thought of him as his partner since they moved in but they've only ever referred to each other as boyfriends. Maybe an upgrade will help Reece see he's invested in him.

Samir: A step up from boyfriend but still no ring. That’s what I can propose for now. Think about it while I shower okay?

As Samir showers his mind drifts back to what Kristopher mentioned about mates… Reece would probably have some idea since he was reading all of Wolfgangs books but how could he ask without relaying the conversation? He didn’t want Reece to feel like he had to be with him. Selfishly he wanted Reece to choose to be with him. Shaking off excess water he gets dressed and heads back to the table.

Samir: Do we have a verdict

Reece: *smiling* You bet partner. Do you wanna build a snowman?

Samir: *chuckles* Snowpal. You finished the work then?

Reece: Yes

Samir: Good boy. Let’s go

They head outside where the sky has started to darken, in winter the sun sets early.

Samir: Have you read any more of Wolfgang’s books?

Reece: Bits. You know I like my werewolf romance

Samir: I do know that very well. Is it weird reading the steamy bits now you know he wrote them

Reece: No. I mean he’s not the characters he writes about. Like I’m not reading a scene where I picture that he’s woohooing himself. Plus I already substitute the characters for us in the love scenes anyway

Samir: *chuckles* Of course you do

Reece: Thanks for earlier. It means a lot. I know you just want what's best for me I'm just... not good at being patient

Samir: Hey, it means the world to me you want to get married. You know that right?

Reece nods and Samir pulls him in for a serious of gentle kisses that leave the blonde boy giggling.

Samir: Trust me, my proposal will be worth waiting for. Now, what shall we name this monstrosity?

Reece: Monstrosity? Lover that’s our child! I even gave them a headscarf to keep warm, see

Samir: How about… Scarf-face?

Reece: *sighs* You better upskill your imagination before we have our kids, that’s all I’m saying to that

While it was a bit late for a dinner date Samir invited Reece to come with him to the onsen to rest. He knows that when Reece does a lot of writing he tends to get cramps in his muscles and he hasn’t had time for yoga with the coursework. Soaking in the onsen is something they can do together. The warm water does Reece good as he’s soon flirting up a storm.

Samir: Can I interest my partner in a massage

Reece: *chuckles* Anytime you want to put your hands on me just do it

Samir: Your shoulders are tight. Did you take a break between sections of writing?

Reece: I… wanted to get it done so we could build a snowpal

Samir: Blondie you’ve got to take better care of yourself

Reece: I’d rather have you take care of me. Shall we go home?

Samir: Soon. I just want to be gentle with you a bit more first

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