#arrived in my dads house and immediately started fighting with him before even getting my coat off. okay 👎

[muirneach]

i can tell it will be a rough week at chez muirneach so all i can say is SAVE ME MONTE CARLO MASTERS SAVE MEEEEE

[justevelynnnn]

Don’t fight it

Pairing: Viltrumite!fem reader x Mark Grayson

Summary: You’re a secret viltramite on earth. After Nolan abandoned his post and couldn’t complete his one mission you stepped in, trying to convince Mark, but you couldn’t convince him to join the right side so now you two have to fight. But what happens when you fight your boyfriend and the adrenaline rush leads to something other than fighting?

Warnings: Smut 🔞, Fighting, swearing, reader is a female, reader gets her nose broke

A/N: I wrote and edited this in a day😭 I just had the idea pop in my head and I just had to get it out.

“Mark.”

“NO.” Your boyfriend runs a hand through his hair. “God…literally fuck you.”

It was a hot day. You stood there with your arms crossed, starting to sweat through your tank top now. The heat was making this even more irritating. It had been about a week since Nolan left and it was right before his fake funeral. You decided to confront Mark outside his house…maybe try to convince him yourself to join the cause. Nolan clearly was a failure at that, oh well, but now it was your turn.

“Mark, stop that. You know I love you. You love me. This is for a good cause!”

“Shut the fuck up, seriously. First, my dad….now YOU?”

He steps towards you so you step back a bit. You don’t want to fight him. You’ve known him for years. He’s never yelled at you, got aggressive…anything. You’re not too shocked by the reaction though..sure, the timing could’ve been better, but now has to be the time. Nolan is a dirty fucking traitor who ran away because he KNEW you were coming for him for not doing what he was supposed to. And if not you then the others.

It was his idea after all. To get Mark to fall in love with you and slowly convince him to help take over the planet. His words to be exact actually was he got distracted with Debbie, had a child and became attached…and obviously so; but you ended up falling in love with Mark too. Not part of the plan. It was embarrassing to admit really but it is what it is. You cared for him, but god, why couldn’t he just open his stupid eyes? The Viltrumites just want to help. It’s the humans fault if they get killed trying to resist. Right?

“Listen to me… We just want to help. Surely, Nolan explained that to you, right?” You say reaching a hand out but Mark promptly slaps it away.

“So, WHAT?! You guys just want to kill people.” He spat, face reddening and his chest rising and falling quickly.

“No one wants to kill anyone. But..”

“BUT NOTHING.”

“Mark-” you’re cut off from him shoving you harshly. So harsh that you stumble back a bit.

You instinctively get into a fighting stance, but no…no you don’t want to fight him. Anything, but that please…

“What? What? Huh?! You’re gonna beat me to a pulp too?! Push me through a moving subway too!?”

“Please, stop Mark. Please, I don’t want to do this.”

Another harsh shove. It’d be one thing if you were a regular human girl, but you assumed him knowing what you are now changed things. He started to float in the air. No suit, just the clothes he showed up in. A white tee and gray sweat shorts.

You stare into his eyes almost pleading, slightly confused by what he’s not understanding. If he cared so much about these….people, then why not allow the Viltrumites to step in and help this race get stronger?

You only arrived here from Viltrum about 10 years ago. You didn’t age much since then but you still appeared middle school aged. After you were found and adopted by some random couple you were soon enrolled into Mark’s middle school. That’s how you met him and eventually how your “parents” met Nolan and Debbie.

You could tell instantly this was Omni man. He’d been here for years so they sent you to see what was up. Mark was almost a splitting image of him and you immediately put two and two together even at your young age. Saying he was embarrassed was probably an understatement when you revealed yourself to him one day when you were “13”.

Nothing was the same since that day.

Nothing.

You genuinely did not want to hurt Mark, but the way his fists were balled up and his teeth were gritted,….

“Mark-”, you started once again.

“Shut. Up.” His scarred lip curled into an intense frown now. This was it. It was too late to convince him to stop. He continued with, “I’m not going to let ANYONE conquer my planet. I don’t care about viltrumite anything! I don’t care if you guys are trying to “help”.”

You didn’t respond. What could you say? It was clear he wasn’t going to be convinced anytime soon. You sighed and balled your own fists.

“I guess every couple fights at least once, huh?” You sighed. It was really more to yourself, but you almost forgot Mark had just as good ears as you.

Immediately, “What!? You think this is funny?!”

You didn’t get to respond as he soon launched towards you, landing a punch to your gut. You struggle and gasped as it was unexpected. It wasn’t enough to leave a mark or anything. You knew that. It wasn’t Mark’s style to kill, especially when it came to anyone he cared about.

But, did he really just do that? Oh, Mark…

And so it begins. You spring into the air pulling him by the shirt. You were unexpectedly more angry than you thought. If only you could get him to actually fucking listen for once. And something about him saying this was his planet….ugh. He doesn’t understand how weak and useless these people are to space.

You flung him to the ground once you were high enough. He had fiercely thrashed and clawed against you while in the air, tearing your shirt a bit in the process but never striking you again. He still cared. Maybe he didn’t want to fight either.

He landed with a loud thud with a huge puff of air immediately followed.

“We don’t have to do this.” You yelled once more. “Don’t fight this…”

No response. You couldn’t see him through the smoke that came from the landing as it hadn’t cleared completely yet but you knew he wasn’t dead.

Then, a yell as he again rose from the smoke and attacked you once more. He’s throwing punches you can easily dodge, grunting and yelling like he’s giving it all when you know he’s not. He’s weak but not…this weak.

You block his punches, dodge, land a couple of your own… you were a skilled fighter of course, but Mark despite hardly training was just as good.

The air was thick with fury and rage as you guys are just spinning and fighting in the air now. One punch landed you right in the face with a sick cracking noise from your nose following soon after. Ouch.

He broke your nose…

He actually broke your nose.

You both briefly stop for a moment. A hand instinctively raising to your nose to see blood leaking and covering your hand. Your eyes flicker to Mark as you see him hesitate. He doesn’t move, but behind that still an angry expression was a hint of concern. You smiled through the pain which only forced the confusion to show more. You push him back to the ground once more once you realized he was caught off guard enough.

You landed next to him in the street as he sprung up once more and you two started fighting and wrestling once more. You knocked him over a couple of more times, getting swift jabs in on his sides, but he keep getting up just as quick. Blood from your nose splattered everywhere landing on the ground, on yourself and Mark as you keep throwing punches and even some kicks. You tackled him and pushed him through his living room window (thank god Debbie wasn’t home to see this) and you landed with him in his lap, your hands pressed on his chest.

“You ready to listen?” You panted. Blood still dripping from your nose on his chest. You ignored the pain catching your breath hoping he’d stop. He’s pretty bruised up now, wasn’t this enough?

He didn’t respond but he just stared into your eyes catching his own breath. You almost started to admire how he looked underneath you until he quickly started to push you off of him, succeeding and quickly reeling his hand back. You blocked it just in time standing and started throwing your own punches his way repeatedly.

You two knocked into furniture violently. He backed into the cabinets causing Debbie’s glasses to fall and loudly shatter behind, and around him with some shards flying and slicing you. You tripped over a potted plant at one point trying to dodge a punch and once you landed on the ground he was immediately straddling you now.

You’d push him off if he wasn’t so pretty and literally your boyfriend who you weren’t supposed to fucking love in the first place. His hair stuck to his face as it was covered and dripping with sweat, a black eye was slowly forming which you felt a bit guilty for and his lip was now cut again. He panted once more as his hands wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but…enough. Enough to turn that adrenaline into something else.

A moment passed again. The universe must be saying something for you both to end up in this position over and over. And Mark must be saying something because you see him getting hard through his shorts. You guessed his adrenaline was going somewhere else too.

And, Jesus, did he look hot all sweaty and angry above you like this. Your sweet silly Mark, now suddenly the complete opposite.

You struggled a bit, almost still wanting to fight until he muttered darkly, “What? It’s like you said, don’t fight it…”

You watched as the anger in his eyes slowly turned into lust. Dangerous lust. Watching as he bit his lip, and muscles flexing as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. You let a moan slip and it was over.

He leaned down immediately to kiss you. His lips were still soft just like before but now with that irony taste of blood. Something about him was just so addicting. The way he growled as you reached to grope him through his pants, the way his grip tightened more so now you did struggle to breathe… the way his tongue fought yours violently like he was trying to eat you. Like he wanted to taste your final breath.

When he let go you gasped for air. You weren’t weak so no time soon when you were going to signal him to let go but a part of you also enjoyed the thrill. He only let go to fling off his shirt and yank his pants down his thighs. You almost froze eyeing his physique especially glistening like this with his sweat.

“Take your fucking clothes off.” He says harshly staring you down while simultaneously stroking himself. His tone and behavior slightly caught you off guard as you froze, and he snapped you out of it quickly by grabbing your face with one hand fiercely and barking, “Now.”

You start pulling your tank off your head as he pulled your shorts off, soon following your panties.

“Why does your underwater have the fucking viltrumite symbol on it?” He snickered eying the damp fabric. He proceeded to wave it in your face but all you could see was his muscles flexing in his arms, veins popping. Adrenaline was still rushing through your own body, but you could tell the same was for Mark.

“Some of us actually appreciate our heritage.” You spit back smirking. You wished deep down you wore something more attractive though.

“All of you are so weird.” He said spitting directly on your cunt. You flinched and fought back a moan as he promptly started to slowly finger you right after.

“You can barely fight, what makes you think you can fuck?” You try to say it with confidence, still slightly passed at him but more at yourself for allowwimg this to happen. Instead it comes out airy, filled with need because he’s fingering you with two fingers now with his thumb pressing your clit.

“Says the virgin.” He laughed dryly.

Now you’re more pissed. You told him that as a secret. Who does he think he is?

“What makes you thin-”, you start but you’re cut off by him roughly kissing you once more, and at some point he bites your lip, drawing blood. He licks it before you do.

He muttered a “shut up” as he kissed down your neck quickly and impatiently. At some point he stopped fingering you, and you almost whined at the loss. He pulled away to lick his soaked fingers clean with his tongue, moaning as he stared into your soul. You almost take this chance to his him again, which you actually do, but he stops you and swiftly flipped you over so you’re on all fours now.

A calloused hand pushes your face down before you try to get up, and another hand pressed down on your back forcing your arch a bit more.

“Don’t fight it.~” He says almost mockingly. You groan feeling him as he lined his tip against your entrance.

“Stop….saying that. If you’d just listen for once-”

“Nope.” He says that as he pushed his full length into you. The stretch forced a long lengthy moan out of you. It hurt so good.

Mark wasted no time moving either, groaning himself as he thrusted slowly. It was almost like he was savoring how your walls felt around him. It took you a minute to get used to his size, especially being inexperienced.

“Fuckk.”, He groaned deeply.

His hands grip each side of your hips as he steadied himself. Sweat dripped onto your back side now as he hovered above you. You felt your ass ripple each time his hips met it and his hands tighten as you playfully squeezed him. Hearing his breath hitch each time gave you a thrill once more.

Until he started pounding you harder and deliberately aiming for your sweet spot. You didn’t think he’d find it so fucking quick but oh he did. It wasn’t long before you were seeing stars. At this point you’d knew you wouldn’t last long at all in this position.

Then, Mark flipped you over once more, pushing your thighs by your head and forcing you into a mating press. Strangely, you felt very exposed suddenly as he stared at you like you were a piece of meat. You reached to attack him once more until he harshly grabbed your wrist, brows furrowed and a growl escaping his throat once more before he started fucking you again.

“I’m not gonna stop until you say you won’t take over Earth.” He spat slightly whimpering.

“Guess we’re gonna—fuck—be here awhile, h-huh?” You smiled up at him.

He didn’t respond. He just fucked you harder now. Angrier. One hand was around your throat with another on your hip holding you in place. It was almost like he had done this before.

This lasted awhile. Only the slick, sloppy sounds of skin meeting and desperate noises filled the damaged living room. You were lucky you two ended up on a rug of all places. Your thighs were slick and covered his lower half with juices. Blood still ran a bit from your nose down your face, your bitten lip now swollen.

At some point he was fucking you so good your hands reached around his back and just scratched. He whined but kept going, and going, and going. It was almost like he was pissed. His hand tightened again so you could barely breathe and you were getting closer.

And him rubbing your swollen clit wasn’t helping. Your mind was spiraling and your limbs felt like putty. He leaned by your ear, messy damp hair falling on your shoulders as he kept muttering sick, lewd things into your ear about how he was going to fill you up until you beg him to stop. How soon you two have your own viltrumite child. How you felt so damn good around him, so tight and warm….

All of it simply sent you over the edge as you shook violently. You never felt this much pleasure in your life. Never. You almost couldn’t see with how good this orgasm was. You sounded like a broken record as you came around him, scratching his back once more. He kissed you again, damn near eating all your moans and whines.

You didn’t come down from your high for 5 minutes and all the while Mark still fucked you.

“Ready to join my side?” He said simply, thrusting slowly chasing his own orgasm. You were getting overstimulated and kept quivering...but viltrumites do not back down from missions so easily so…

“Never.”

“Okay, suit yourself.” He chuckled as he picked up the pace once more. He proceeded to pick up your discarded underwear and shove it in your mouth to “keep you quiet”.

Deep down you knew there was truly no convincing him. And deeper down you didn’t care.

[linoxpudding]

Like Father, Like Son- Lee Know

summary: when your son gets in fight at school, you realise he's just as possessive as his dad

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff, humor, married with kids

word count: 989 words

Masterlist

Han's POV

*Mingi and his friends are all 8 year olds*

~°~

You were in the middle of folding laundry when your phone rang. The moment you saw "Mingi's School" flashing on the screen, your heart skipped a beat. Parental instincts kicked in immediately—had he gotten hurt? Was he in trouble?

"Hello?" you answered quickly, pressing the phone to your ear.

"Mrs. Lee? This is Mrs. Park from the school administration. Your son Mingi was involved in a… disagreement with another student. We would like you and your husband to come to the principal’s office as soon as possible."

A fight? Your sweet little boy? Your mouth parted in shock, but you quickly pulled yourself together. "Of course, we’ll be there right away."

Hanging up, you immediately dialed your husband.

"Hey, babe. Miss me already?" Minho’s smooth voice came through the speaker.

"Minho, I just got a call from Mingi’s school. He got into a fight!"

There was a beat of silence before Minho asked, "Did he win?"

"LEE MINHO!"

"Okay, okay, bad timing," he chuckled. "I’m on my way. Be outside in five."

As promised, your husband pulled up a few minutes later. He barely put the car in park before you got in, crossing your arms. Minho glanced at you with a smirk, sensing your frustration.

"Relax, jagiya. It’s his first fight—it was bound to happen."

"That is NOT the attitude we’re taking into the principal’s office, Minho."

Minho shrugged, casually driving towards the school. "Just saying, boys fight. It’s a part of growing up. At least he’s standing up for himself."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I just hope it’s not serious…"

When you arrived at the school, the receptionist immediately directed you to the principal’s office. As soon as you stepped inside, your eyes landed on your son, Mingi, sitting on a chair, arms crossed, lips in a deep pout. Beside him, Rowoon sat in the exact same position—his dark eyes glaring at the floor and your jaw dropped. Your son got into a fight with Hyunjin’s son.

Your eyes flickered over to Hwang Hyunjin and his wife sitting.

You exchanged glances before Hyunjin let out a small chuckle. His wife covered her mouth, failing to stifle her laughter.

"Oh my God," you muttered under your breath.

Minho, standing beside you, took one look at Hyunjin and grinned. "So our sons fought?"

Hyunjin nodded, shaking his head. "Like father, like son, huh?"

Minho smirked, clearly too amused by the situation. "Who threw the first punch?"

"They both claim the other did," Hyunjin’s wife answered, sighing. "But the real issue here is why they fought."

Your heart dropped. "Why?"

Hyunjin grinned, exchanging a look with Minho before saying, "Over Han Jisung’s daughter, Minsoo."

You gaped. "You mean to tell me our sons fought over a girl?!"

The principal cleared her throat, clearly unimpressed with the casual atmosphere between the parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Lee, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang, while this situation may seem amusing to you, fighting is not acceptable in this school. We will not tolerate violence, even if it was over… romantic disputes at such a young age."

You turned to Mingi, giving him the look. His little lips pursed stubbornly, but he avoided your gaze.

"We understand," you assured the principal. "This won’t happen again."

After wrapping up the meeting and ensuring no serious consequences would be given (other than an apology and a week of lunch clean-up duty), you and Minho took Mingi home.

---

As soon as you stepped into the house, you turned to your son.

"Alright, Mingi. Start talking. Why did you fight Rowoon?"

Mingi, still pouting, huffed. "He said Minsoo liked him more. But she told me she likes me better!"

Your mouth fell open. "So you punched him because of that?!"

"He called me a liar first!" Mingi defended himself.

You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "That is not how we solve problems, Mingi. Just because someone says something you don’t like doesn’t mean you start throwing punches!"

"But he punched me back!"

"And you should’ve walked away!"

Mingi crossed his arms. "No. He deserved it."

You groaned in frustration before turning to your husband. "Minho, please deal with your mini version before I lose my mind."

Minho crouched in front of his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mingi, buddy, listen. I’m proud that you stood up for yourself—"

"LEE MINHO!" You gave him a deadly glare.

Minho immediately coughed, straightening up. "Uh, what I meant was, fighting is bad. Really bad. We should use our words, not our fists."

Mingi frowned. "But I did use my words. He didn’t believe me."

Minho bit back a smirk, and you shot him another warning look. He quickly sobered up.

"Apologize to Rowoon tomorrow, alright?" Minho said, ruffling his son’s hair.

Mingi huffed, clearly unhappy, but mumbled, "Fine."

"Good." You sighed, relieved that this was resolved—for now.

As Mingi stomped off to his room, you turned to Minho, narrowing your eyes. "Why do I feel like you’re secretly proud of him?"

Minho smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Because I am."

You groaned. "Minho! We’re supposed to be setting a good example!"

"He’s just like me," Minho mused, grinning. "Possessive over what’s his."

You rolled your eyes, playfully smacking his arm. "So possessive. Just like you."

Minho tilted his head, his gaze softening as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "My son, after all."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Should we tell Jisung to start planning their wedding?"

Minho burst into laughter. "Oh, Jisung’s gonna lose his mind."

"Good. He deserves it after all the teasing he’s done to us."

Minho pulled you even closer, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. "Then let’s make a deal. You handle Jisung, and I’ll handle our little troublemaker."

You sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if Mingi gets into another fight, you get the next principal call."

Minho smirked. "Deal."

[coquitokisses]

Back Together | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?

Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Bucky’s work, reader decides to “break up” and have been separated for a few months. (Let’s say that this “job” was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)

A/N: so I’m currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but I’m not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isn’t english so if there are any errors or mistakes, I’m sorry lmao)

The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those aren’t the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but it’ll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesn’t make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall don’t need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)

A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao

It’s almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Bucky’s turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.

You’re not on the best terms. Actually, you’re broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Bucky’s “job”. You always said that he wasn’t being careful with the things he did and you didn’t like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didn’t really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasn’t putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didn’t like that.

Which was kinda true. So you’re currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you can’t take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick them up for you?” Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you

“It’s alright, red, don’t worry.” You replied “Besides, Bucky’s probably on his way anyway.”

“Still haven’t talked?”

“Well we talk, just not about us.” You said walking out of the kitchen

“And are you guys still, like, mad or..?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh

“Steve told you he got out.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I just.. I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him about it.”

“Well I think you need to.” She said “Just have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.”

And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just haven’t talked about it again.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window “He’s here, I gotta go.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you more.”

You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.

“Hi mommy.” Eloise ran over to you

“Hi, pretty girl.” You immediately hugged her

“Say hi to mama, Liv.” Bucky said as he got closer

“Hi mama.” Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did

“Hi, my angel.” You kissed her cheek

“Sorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.” Bucky said

“Buck, it’s fine, they don’t even go to school yet.” You told him “Did you guys have fun?” You asked the girls

“So much fun!” Eloise replied excitedly “We also went to the trampoline park earlier.”

“Oh well that explains why someone’s a little more tired than others.” You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder

“Mommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?” Eloise asked

“Baby, I’m sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.” Bucky told her

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You said “Daddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.” You tucked a few strands of Eloise’s hair behind her ear

“Daddy, come on.” She grabbed Bucky’s hand

You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.

“Mommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?” Eloise asked as she got on her bed

“Yes, baby, I need to go to work.” You replied

“Can’t we stay with daddy?”

“Daddy works too, honey.” You moved her hair out of her face “I thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.”

“We do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.” Olivia spoke

“Well I can pick you up at auntie Wanda’s house when I get out of work, how does that sound?” Bucky told them

“And we can get dippin dots too?” Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes

“We can get whatever you girls want.” He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle

You couldn’t help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.

“Alright it’s getting super late, time to sleep.” You said to them

“But mom!” Eloise pouted

“No buts, listen to your mom.” Bucky said “Come on, get in bed both of you.”

Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but they’re pretty close and they’ve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloise’s room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they don’t even want to look at each other, you’ll probably make Bucky move Olivia’s bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.

“I love you.” Bucky kissed Olivia’s forehead “And I love you.” He then kissed Eloise’s “So so much.”

“We love you too, daddy.” They said

“Now get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.” You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads “I love you both so insanely much.”

“Love you too, mommy.”

“Now go to sleep or I’ll call the slender man.” Bucky said as he turned off the light

He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.

“You’re evil.” You chuckled “Creating them traumas so young.”

“It gives them strength.”

You rolled your eyes laughing. “Of course.”

You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Olivia’s shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.

“Liv didn’t even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.”

“No?!” You looked at him kinda shocked

Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didn’t want to stay alone while using the toilet. It’s been a rollercoaster for all of you.

“No, she did it all by herself.”

“Oh my god, really? I’m gonna cry.” You said with a hand on your chest

“She said she’s a big girl and big girls don’t need any help to go potty.”

“She is a big girl.” You said “Fuck, they’re both getting so big.”

“They are.” He nodded “How was Seattle?”

“Fucking amazing.” You said excited “It’s so pretty.”

“And how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?”

“Hell no, I told Nick I’m not leaving New York.” You replied “If we were still living in the compound, then this would’ve been a whole different conversation, but we’re not and we have kids now so no, I’m not leaving even if they pay me more.”

“Well if they are paying you more then..” he raised his eyebrows

You laughed. “You know what I mean, idiot.” You rolled your eyes “But no, I’m not being transferred.”

“Then why did you go?”

“Nick said that they needed someone like me for some training.” You answered “It was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.”

“I’m glad.” He said with a small smile

He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much you’ve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasn’t really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you weren’t exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.

“You know, if it’s really what you want, then go for it.” He told you “The girls aren’t stopping you and neither am I.”

“I know, but it’s just that I feel like I’m on a different stage in life now.” You said “It felt fucking amazing, don’t get me wrong.”

“Then do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, that’s what you want.”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh

“We’re not going anywhere, you know that, right?” He said and you looked at him “And how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?”

You laughed. “They will brag about it for sure.”

“And the best part is that you’re great at it and always have been.”

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You shrugged looking at the time on the stove “It’s getting very late.” You looked at him

“Ouch okay, I’m leaving.”

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes

“Are we gonna keep this up?” He looked at you

“What?”

“This nonsense.” He motioned his hand between the two of you

“This nonsense?” You arched an eyebrow “Do I need to remind you whose fault is it that we’re on this position right now?”

“It could’ve gone so much better, but little miss I’m extremely petty over here, doesn’t like to listen to people and doesn’t care about anything other than her opinion.” He said

“Oh don’t make me mad, James.” You crossed your arms

“It’s the truth and you know it.”

“I think you can go now.” You said turning around and starting to walk away

“See what I mean?” You heard him say from behind “Can’t we just talk about it like normal people?” He asked following you

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.” You said turning around to look at him

“Well I think it is.”

“Bucky..”

“Y/N, come on.” He sighed “It’s been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?”

And he’s right, you’ve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing could’ve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you weren’t okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasn’t doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didn’t want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like “it’s not a big deal” or “everything will be alright, you don’t need to freak out”.

How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesn’t care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?

In other circumstances, if you didn’t have kids for example, maybe you would’ve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But it’s a whole different scenario now.

And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasn’t intentional, it’s just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldn’t let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.

“You made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasn’t.” You said

“Because at the moment I did feel that way and I didn’t want to view the situation the way you were.” He explained “And I know I was wrong for that and I’m sorry.”

You let out a sigh. “You still went.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.” He said “And I came back as soon as I could.”

“And you stayed with Steve.” You rolled your eyes

“Baby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.”

“… Well, you’re kinda right.”

“I know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.”

“I did tell him that.” You nodded

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“It’s fine, just forget it, I’m sick of the topic anyway.” You replied leaning on the back of the couch

“But are we fine?” He asked

“I don’t know, are we?”

“Well I’d say we are, kinda.” He got closer to you “You want me to do anything?”

“You could start by fixing the damn back door.”

“Again? But I just fixed it a few months ago.”

“Well I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.”

“I need to change that fucking door already.” He rolled his eyes “Anything else? Are you still mad at me?”

“A little.” You replied

“Just a little?” He moved his hands to your hips “I can help you change your mind.”

“Easy there, soldier.”

“Easy my ass, come here.”

Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didn’t give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered on your lips “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“I did too.”

“Can we please never fight again?” He gently put his forehead against yours

“As long as you don’t piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, we’re good.”

“Good.” He nodded before kissing you again

“And I swear to god..” you started saying between kisses “If I see you again that close to John Walker, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I know.” He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up

masterlist

a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (I’ve been thinking about it A LOT lately)

**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol

Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3

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[awakenedevildays]

「bf!Stiles headcanons」

bf!Stiles that has a picture of you as wallpaper

bf!Stiles that buys you food only to steal half of it after saying he's not hungry

bf!Stiles that claims he's the big spoon, but finds himself every morning with your arms wrapped around him from behind (he claims you force him in that position, but it's actually him that moves in the position in his sleep)

bf!Stiles that doesn't let you copy his homework but helps you with them (you hate it)

bf!Stiles that teases you by calling you his passenger princess... but when you offer to drive he immediately refuses

bf!Stiles that teaches you how to drive (he's actually the perfect teacher cause he never gets mad at you)

bf!Stiles who loves when you scratch the back of his head, he falls asleep almost instantly when you do that

bf!Stiles that promises won't fall asleep when a movie starts, but falls asleep 30 minutes in

bf!Stiles that calls you every night before going to sleep

bf!Stiles that keeps a box of condoms in his jeep (in his defense, it's the only place you two can have privacy)

bf!Stiles that loves to see you getting along with his dad, even if sometimes is to team up against him

bf!Stiles that, when he comes to pick you up for a date or whatever, always knock on your door to greet your parents: he thinks that using the clacson to warn you he arrived is rude and unmanly, lol

bf!Stiles that talks shit about your ex boyfriends with your dad, your dad ADORES Stiles, he thinks Stiles is the perfect guy for you and, when you told him what your father said, he almost teared up

bf!Stiles that has a pink bathrobe reserved for you in his house that he washes weekly

bf!Stiles that keeps all the hygiene products you usually use in his room in case you need them

bf!Stiles that talks your ear off about any supernatural case but never lets you help him them, he doesn't want you involved with dangerous things and this causes many fights between you two

bf!Stiles that hates when you're mad at him and never lets you ignore him after a fight: he will still drive you back home after school and will still call you before going to sleep, even if the calls or the car are filled with embarrassing or angry silences

bf!Stiles that doesn't know how to cook a single thing but still tries his best to cook something at least remotely eatable for your anniversary

bf!Stiles that blushes every time you compliment him because he's not used to being called 'handsome' or 'pretty' (once you called him 'my pretty boy' to tease him and he stuttered for the next 2 minutes)

[ist4rgirlo]

─ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐈

Summary: Now that your life has turned upside down, are you still willing to put your siblings' feelings first? Or would you rather fight for your feelings and do what makes you happy regardless of the consequences that might result in the future?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: S2 SPOILERS! panic attacks (lmk if i missed anything!)

SEQUEL TO BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPENED.

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Belly's Pov

Me and Jeremiah decided to go to Aunt Julia's house — just to try to talk to her, maybe we can do something — maybe we can stop her from trying to sell the house.

We even decided to buy her flowers as an offering. As we arrived to her house, I took a deep breath and decided to hop out of the car —Jeremiah following behind me. I walked towards the door with Jeremiah beside me before ringing the door bell.

Aunt Julia opened the door before saying "Can I help you?" she asked. Jeremiah walked towards her and hugged her "Hey Aunt Julia" he said smiling — before pulling away. "Uh uhm Conrad told me you were here"

Aunt Julia looked at Jeremiah "Oh Jeremiah" she paused "and you are?" referring to me "I am Belly, Belly Conklin. Laurel Park’s daughter, Susannah's bestfriend" I told her smiling gently — giving her the flowers that I was holding.

"Oh wow, it's been so long" she said, scratching her forehead. "Uhm, we just wanted to say hi and maybe talk a little bit" Jeremiah chuckled before looking at her and smiling.

"Look uhm if its about the house, I'm sorry. It's decided" Aunt Julia said — smiling gently. Jeremiah's mouth frowned.

"Uhm we're actually doing an open house tomorrow."

"You.. you have to know how much that house means to Jeremiah and Conrad. That was their place, how-how can you let go of such a-a magical place?" I asked Aunt Julia.

"I remember her calling it that" Aunt Julia paused "But i-it's not personal" Jeremiah looked at her — brows furrowed "I bet" Jeremiah smiled sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I have to go back to work" Aunt Julia said before closing the door. I looked at Jeremiah — I place my hand on his shoulder and patted it. We walked towards the car and drove off.

"I'm sorry, Jere" Jeremiah looked at me "It's okay, we cant really change someone's mind" he said — placing a hand on my shoulder.

TIME SKIP

"Where'd you guys go?" Conrad asked — his hair wet, he was wearing a surf suit. "We went to Aunt Julia's house" Jeremiah sighed.

Conrad face started to fill with hope "H-how did it go?" I looked at him "She's sure about this, Conrad. I don't think we can change her mind." I said -- he nodded before saying "Ofcourse"

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It seems like the news that we were here in Cousins have spread fast as Taylor and Steven are on the way here. Apparently, me and Taylor were bad at lying thats why Steven knew about it immediately.

I hoped that Y/N was with them but Steven said no. He tried to push her to go but she said she need to do much more important things, I just miss her. We all thought that this news would make her come here but we were wrong.

Conrad and Jeremiah decided to talk to their dad. “Dad should be calling soon” Conrad said, informing Jeremiah.

“Do you guys want to talk to him alone?” I asked — not wanting them to be weirded out that I was there. “I-I can wait upstairs.”

As Jeremiah sat down, Conrad looked at me before saying “You helped me and J get this far. Plus its your house as much as it is ours” he smiled gently. I sat down as the phone started to ring.

AFTER A FEW MINUTES

We did everything, everything to save the house. Nothing is working, their dad is just letting it go. He just kept on sayong that it was legally Aunt Julia’s — it seemed like he never cared for it, for the house.

As the call ended, Taylor and Steven arrived to the house, surprising Conrad and Jeremiah. They were confused about why we looked down — I forgot to tell them that the house is on sale.

“We’re losing the house” Jeremiah said, sighing. “They’re putting it up for sale”

“Oh Cinderbelly” Taylor said as I stood up to hug her.

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Conrad’s Pov

Here I was again, looking for her. Trying to see if she came with Steven and Taylor but no. She hasn’t even responded to my text. Maybe she’s busy.

I walked towards Jeremiah, sitting down beside him. “Hey” I said, patting his shoulder.

“You know, I thought I could convince dad. I thought we could” He sighed.

I nodded and sighed “I thought so too.” chuckling a little bit.

“It’s just.. it feels like everything is slipping away and-and the house is the only thing - the last thing tying us together” It was true, it did feel like it — we didn’t expect that we’d get together like this, that we’d be complete because of this reason.

“We’re not giving up, Jere” I looked at him shaking my head “We’re going to do something about it, I don’t have a plan. Not yet but I’ll do everything, we’ll figure ig out together.” I told Jeremiah. He nodded.

“I-I just hope she’s here, she’s the only one missing Connie” Jeremiah said — referring to Y/N. She just made everything less worse for everyone, I hope she was here too.

“Me too, Jere. Me too” I paused “You know, we should hang out tomorrow. Just all of us staying here for open house, that’d be a good plan” I chuckled

Jeremiah chuckled then nodded “Yeah we should definitely do that”

TIME SKIP

As me and Jeremiah got done talking we went inside the house and decided to hang out with the rest. They all sat down in their own places. “So what do you guys want to watch?” I asked.

“We should do… this one” Belly said — holding up mom’s favorite movie. I smiled taking it from her hands as I walked towards the tv — i mouthed a “thank you” to Belly.

After that, I went and sat the down on the other couch until I looked at my phone — recieving a text. I felt my chest tighten, I need to get out of the house. I stood up from my seat and went straight to the beach.

It was happening again, It attacked me again. I couldn’t breathe, it felt like someone was choking me. I pulled out my phone again — looking if the text was real, it was, I got in but what about Jeremiah, I can’t.

My mind filled with worried, with anxiety, not until another text popped up. It was like a coincidence, the text — my breathing is okay now, my heart is beating at a normal pace. The text was from the one that I have been waiting for.

She responded, it was from Y/N. She was going to come here, she’s coming here to Cousin. We’re complete now.

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[meraki-yao]

RWRB Book Thoughts: Ellen and Oscar

Re-reading RWRB and thinking about Oscar and Ellen. The thing is book Ellen and Oscar's relationship scares me because it's like the worst-case scenario of my own parents (they're a lot better now but covid was hell) So I understand it.

Ellen and Oscar are soulmates. As in they are both intelligent, stubborn and headstrong. They are very similar people. Unfortunately this is a case where it's like forcefully pushing two North ends of a magnet together: Ellen in particular wants and needs a complimentary relationship instead of collaborative relationship, which is why Leo works for her: Leo is meek compared to Oscar. He really just listens and generally agrees with Ellen. His appearances are limited in the book but when he does show up he doesn't really have his own opinion. Ellen wants/needs someone who won't speak up against her.

Honestly? I, kinda feel sad for Oscar. He said it himself, "We're both too fucking proud. But God, that woman. Your mother is, without question, the love of my life. I'll never love anyone else like that." It's sad to know that he never stopped loving Ellen while vice versa isn't true, and to know that she's it for Oscar.

When it comes to parenting I honestly think Oscar is the better parent. It was really shitty of him to leave without telling Alex and June and that evidently really hurt Alex til this day, but when it comes to the other parent things? I was re-reading/listening to Chapter Four today when he goes to DC for Christmas, and both Alex and June are so much more comfortable with him. Part of that is probably because he doesn't carry the inherent pressure of being the fucking president, but part of it is that he really cares about his kids as they are. Ellen downplays June's passion for journalism and pressures her into a political job that she didn't want at all, while Oscar "raved about June's latest blog post for The Atlantic". Ellen immediately started piling up all the political consequences of firstprince literally minutes after Alex plucked up the courage to come out to her while Oscar gave him relationship advice. This isn't to say Ellen isn't a good mother, she is flawed, as Oscar is, as all parents are. But if we're looking at non-crisis moments, Oscar's actions are more comfortable for his children.

There's a reason June initially wanted to go to California and be close to her dad. Yesterday I talked a little about how I hated how Ellen and Alex treated June at the earlier chapters of the book. Well in the rest of the book it's implied that she has a much closer relationship with Oscar, jumping into his arms when he arrives at the White House, him picking her up and spinning her when they arrive at the lakehouse.

Either way, Ellen and Oscar clash becasue they're too alike, and my opinion is that Ellen tends to fan the flames more, see Christmas dinner where Oscar suggests campaigning with them to help and she immediately shoots it down with "you can't be serious". Anyways, the children suffer the most. And uh, speaking from experience here, that shit never goes away. My parents are still together and are a lot better compared to the past, but I flinch at any sound of argument/angry yelling because of all of their fighting.

And there's this one paragraph in the book: "Even before Alex's parents split, they both had a habit of calling him by the other's last name when he exhibited a particular trait. They still do. When he runs his mouth off to the press, his mom called him into her office and says ' get your shit together Diaz.' When his hard-headedness gets him stuck, his dad texts him, 'Let it go, Claremont'" and God that's so shitty? To know, to be reminded that one parent hates the part of you that is from the other parent. Even if that's not what Ellen and Oscar's intention is, that's what it feels like, and it's really, fucking, shitty.

I wonder how would book Alex feel if he know that there was an alternative universe out there where his family was functional. I wonder how would he feel if he knew that movie Alex doesn't have his loving sister, but has loving, gentle parents who have a healthy, functional relationship.

My guess, is that he would say that he'd choose his life and his sister no matter what, and he means it because he does love June, but deep down a part of him would be jealous of movie Alex for having a smaller but healthier and happier family.

[sabrinajenre96]

Paradise with the Sloans

A Mark Sloan x Reader Family Vacation One-Shot

The moment your plane landed in Hawaii, the excitement in the air was almost tangible. Halsey and Harper pressed their faces to the window, eyes wide as they took in the view of palm trees and the sparkling ocean in the distance.

“Dad, did you see that? The ocean is right there!” Halsey exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

“I see it, sunshine,” Mark chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses. “And guess what? Our beach house is right on that beach.”

Harper gasped dramatically, clutching your hand. “We’re gonna live right next to the ocean? For real?”

“For real,” you confirmed, smiling as Kai let out a happy squeal in your arms.

Mark slung an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Welcome to Sloan Family Vacation 2025. It’s gonna be the best trip ever.”

Arriving at the Beach House

The moment you stepped inside the house, you had to admit—Mark had outdone himself. The open floor plan led straight to a massive deck with a breathtaking view of the waves rolling onto the shore. Floor-to-ceiling windows let the golden afternoon light spill into the space, making everything feel warm and inviting.

“Okay, Dad,” you teased as you set Kai down on the couch. “Are we secretly millionaires now?”

Mark smirked. “What can I say? I have expensive taste.”

Harper and Halsey had already taken off running.

“This room is mine!” Halsey called.

“No way! This one’s mine!” Harper argued.

You sighed, shaking your head. “We’re not even here ten minutes, and they’re already fighting.”

Mark grinned, pulling you into his chest. “Ah, babe, it’s tradition. What’s a Sloan vacation without a little chaos?”

Kai, as if agreeing, clapped his tiny hands and giggled.

Mark lifted him into the air. “See? My little man gets it.”

First Beach Day

“Dad, hurry up!” Harper whined, pulling at Mark’s hand as he struggled to balance Kai, a massive beach bag, and an umbrella.

“Sweetheart, I have two hands, not six!” Mark huffed, glancing at you. “And my wife, who is supposed to love me, is just standing there laughing.”

You smirked. “Oh no, I do love you. That’s why I’m enjoying this so much.”

Mark shot you a look before sighing dramatically. “Fine. But when I throw my back out, you’re carrying me home.”

The five of you finally made it onto the sand, and the moment Halsey and Harper felt the warm grains between their toes, they took off running.

“Last one to the water is a rotten egg!” Halsey yelled.

“No fair! You got a head start!” Harper shouted back.

Mark set Kai down on the blanket, watching as he curiously poked at the sand with his tiny fingers.

“You like that, bud?” Mark asked, crouching beside him.

Kai responded by grabbing a fistful of sand and—of course—shoving it into his mouth.

“Oh, no, no, no!” you gasped, quickly pulling his hand away. “Sand is not a snack, baby boy.”

Mark laughed. “Eh, builds character.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re terrible.”

“You love it,” he teased, leaning in for a kiss.

You playfully pushed his face away. “I do. But not when you’re encouraging our baby to eat the beach.”

Mark smirked. “Fair enough.”

Snorkeling Mishaps

Later that afternoon, Mark convinced you all to try snorkeling in the shallow waters near the shore. Halsey was fearless, immediately putting on her mask and dunking her head in. Harper, on the other hand, hesitated.

“Daddy, what if a fish bites me?” she asked, clutching onto his arm.

Mark crouched down to her level. “Sweetheart, the fish are tiny. You’re, like, a giant to them. They’re way more scared of you.”

“But what if—”

“Harp, listen,” he said gently. “I’ll hold your hand the whole time, okay?”

She thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Okay. But if one tries to bite me, you have to punch it.”

Mark laughed. “I’ll keep my fish-punching skills ready.”

You shook your head. “Please don’t punch any fish, Mark.”

“No promises,” he joked, taking Harper’s hand and leading her into the water.

Meanwhile, Halsey popped up from under the waves. “Mom! I saw a rainbow fish! It was so cool!”

“That’s amazing, baby!” you beamed.

Kai, perched on your hip, clapped happily as if he understood.

Luau Fun

That evening, Mark surprised you all with tickets to a luau. The kids were completely mesmerized by the fire dancers, their eyes wide with wonder.

“Whoa…” Harper whispered. “That’s so cool.”

“I bet I could do that,” Halsey said confidently.

“Oh, no, you absolutely cannot,” you said quickly.

Mark chuckled. “Yeah, sweetheart, let’s leave the fire handling to the professionals.”

The food was incredible—grilled meats, fresh fruits, and the best pineapple you had ever tasted. Halsey and Harper practically inhaled their meals, and even Kai, despite only having a few baby-friendly bites, seemed completely content.

“This is so much better than hospital food,” Mark groaned happily, leaning back in his chair.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously. No one comes to Hawaii for cafeteria meals.”

“I dunno, you married a hospital man,” Mark teased.

You smirked. “Yeah, but I didn’t marry you for the hospital food.”

Mark waggled his eyebrows. “Oh? Then what did you marry me for?”

You leaned in, whispering, “For the dad jokes.”

Mark groaned. “You wound me, woman.”

Bedtime & Late-Night Moments

By the time you got back to the house, the kids were exhausted. Halsey and Harper changed into their pajamas and flopped onto the bed while Mark sat between them, reading a bedtime story.

“—and the brave knight saved the kingdom, proving that kindness is the greatest power of all,” Mark finished, closing the book. “The end.”

Harper yawned. “That was a good one, Daddy.”

Halsey nodded sleepily. “Can we do another tomorrow?”

“Every night,” Mark promised, kissing their foreheads.

Once the kids were asleep, you and Mark stepped onto the deck. The sound of the waves filled the air as a soft breeze brushed against your skin.

Mark wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I like this. Just us, the kids, and the ocean.”

You leaned back into him. “Me too. You’re really good at this dad thing, you know.”

Mark chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Yeah? Well, I have a pretty amazing partner.”

You turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. “Yeah, you do.”

His lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss, filled with warmth and love.

“You know,” Mark murmured against your lips, “we should make this a tradition.”

“A yearly trip?” you asked.

Mark smirked. “Exactly.”

You grinned. “It’s a deal.”

And as the waves rolled onto the shore, and your husband pulled you even closer, you knew—this was happiness.

[my-own-walker]

im so sorry it wouldn't let me answer you abt the tate langdon ask, pre death please and thank u

I Can't Handle Change

note: it's been so long since i wrote anything tate. this should be fun!!

summary: pre-death tate gets comfort from the reader after a fight with his mom 🥺

warnings: sad angsty tate, kissing lol,

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Little things wore Tate down over time.

He once told me that he spent a whole afternoon picking fresh lilacs and daffodils out of his mother's garden, arranging them into the prettiest bouquet for her. He was 11. If you truly let that sink in, it's astounding that an 11-year-old boy was sweet enough to do that for his mom. Her response to the gesture was to shout at him about ruining all the hard work she'd put into the gardening.

She threw the handmade bunch into the trash right in front of him. Held his head straight to make him watch and all. The pretty purple and yellow petals crashed down into the can with a thunk.

Their relationship didn't change. Especially when Larry came into their lives. Constance was an interesting woman. She was in no way fit to mother the children she birthed. Her narcissistic tendencies drew her to do things to the children that made them resent her. It seemed she resented them right back.

Tate and Constance were constantly at war with each other over the whole Larry thing. He didn't know what he wanted, but it for sure wasn't a new dad. Nothing could truly fill the void inside of him. If anything, his mother and Larry were working in tandem to dig even more out of his soul, shoveling heaps of it out of him and discarding it right before his eyes. Just like Constance did with the flowers.

When I came along things changed for Tate. We met in school. I'd spend afternoons at his place. Somewhere along the way we started dating. He possessed this all-encompassing love within him. Since he was a child, its tendrils reached out, longing for someone to latch onto to disseminate the intense feeling. He was a lover, but also the child of someone with no room for real love in her life.

I embraced his need for connection. His intensity. Tate was emotional and strong-willed. The love he gave me was the warm embrace that you crave on winter's coldest nights. It was slippery quicksand, pulling me in with no regard for my control.

She hated me, Constance. She didn't like my presence. My effect on her 'beautiful boy.' It was a game of cat and mouse. She didn't want his love, but she wanted him to keep trying. The thrill of rejecting him intoxicated her. When I came into Tate's life, he stopped trying to connect with her. He finally found someone that would accept him.

On a rainy day in November, Constance and Tate went at it again. She expressed her intent to keep Larry in his life.

'He's your new father and you have to DEAL with it!' she screamed.

Larry watched from the corner as she slapped Tate across his face. The coward didn't even say a word. No mother should be hitting her son. Instead, Larry wore a smirk so devilish he could be a minion of Satan, for all anyone knew.

Tate didn't even say a word. He stormed out of the door and straight in the direction of my house. I lived two miles away. He trudged all that way in the pouring rain. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was soaked right through to the skin, shivering from the cold. He broke down on my front porch. Body-wracking sobs left his lips as he crouched down into a ball. I pulled him up by his armpits and guided him inside.

When we got to my room, I immediately stripped him of all his wet clothes and gave him some of the stuff I had stolen from his room. A sweater, some loose-fitting jeans, and a cardigan. I wrapped him in the layers, shushing him as he cried through the process. He collapsed into a heap on top of my duvet cover, face in his hands. Still shivering, he let out another heart-wrenching sob.

I hurried over to the bed and wrapped him in my embrace. His head rested on my chest and his body rested in between my legs. I sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. After some time, his cries became softer.

'Nothing I do is ever good enough,' Tate sniffed.

'You know that's not true,' I tutted. 'You are good enough.'

'No,' he whined, 'With her. In her eyes.' I knew he meant his mother. I didn't even have to ask.

'What happened, love?' I asked softly.

'It's just that ugly motherfucker again,' he sighed. 'She keeps saying he's my dad. She wants me to call him dad.' I stared off for a second not sure what to say. I kissed the top of his head.

'You shouldn't have to call him that,' I decided. He sobbed loudly again.

'She hit me, Y/N.'

I gasped and grabbed his head, turning it to make him look at me. And there it was, clear as day. A welt forming over his eye. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

'I ignore him now. I don't insult him. I stay away. But now she wants me to call him dad,' he cried. 'Nothing I do is ever good enough. She knows I can't handle change.'

'Oh, baby. I am so sorry,' I whispered. Looking into his glassy eyes, I saw a brokenness I had never seen before. She went too far, as she always did. I kissed the tip of his nose. 'I'm sure that feels great, huh?' I half-laughed, sardonically, running my thumb gently over his swollen face.

His hand reached up and wiped my cheek. I didn't even realize I had started crying, too. I loved him so much and hated to see him hurting.

'Please, don't worry about me,' I said softly. 'I just cry when you cry. I'm a big dork.'

'I love you so much, Y/N,' he rasped.

'I love you more,' I replied. He sat up more so his face was level with mine. Leaning in, he kissed me delicately. He always kissed me so tenderly, his soft lips caressing mine so beautifully. Tate truly meant his kisses. They had intentions behind them. It was his way of saying 'thank you,' or 'I love you.' None of his kisses were meaningless.

The tenderness dissolved into a passion. We had this insatiable need to be closer to one another. We stayed like this for what felt like forever. Kissing in our mutual bliss. His ever-present need to give love and be loved in return was being fulfilled.

And with that, the broken parts of him began to heal again.

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Quickie but a goodie! Thank you for this request. I like writing Tate. He's a moody lil boy.

[journey-to-the-attic]

Is it weird that I want some reaction, and conon reaction to demigod!IK (It would be cool if you did)

i'll see what i can cook up!! just keep in mind that i don't really know how pj works lol - i'm basically looking at the fandom wiki page for demigod abilities and trying to construct stuff around that

it'd be funny if ik had started encountering monsters shortly before being summoned to the devildom, so when she gets there she immediately starts trying to fight everyone

she was given a scimitar imbued with abilities of some sort but she keeps defaulting to hitting people with a frying pan

i say maybe this is a situation where monsters found them first and (drawing on my faint memory of the first book) she fully thinks her dad was killed by one, and is currently on the run

meanwhile the actual gods are trying to track her down to tell her what's going on and ik is somehow evading every last one of them

basically she has no idea what's going on and is super paranoid and is also discovering a whole bunch of demigod powers so she is going CRAZY

so she just. keeps going. diavolo is trying to defuse the situation and explain things but ik is just like "ARGHHH GO AWAY" and THWACKS him the pan

lucifer has to send his other brothers out of the council room while he attempts to help get things under control, but wow is ik a handful

of course they don't want to actually kill her, but ik thinks they do, and is retaliating accordingly

i'm going to say that the powers she gets from melinoe are mostly diminished versions of the powers of children of hades - which includes a whole bunch of stuff actually

but at this point she hasn't really developed them, so what's happening is that she keeps zipping around the dark spots of the room, hitting the demons in the face with her frying pan, then running away again

then she smashes through a window and starts running, and now everyone is really panicking

past a certain point they have to resort to trying to settle her down using force - which is unnerving, because ik just keeps going through all the injuries that were meant to immobilise her

the thing that finally gets her to calm down is when diavolo and lucifer accidentally run into each other cartoon-style, and it makes her laugh so hard that it snaps her out of it

she gets like half an explanation out before one of the rad professors arrives and immediately sedates her

diavolo finally gets to have a proper conversation with her. prior to going in he has a serious talk with lucifer about how they might have to just send her back if she's going to be so disruptive and hostile

when he comes out of the conversation he's immediately like "actually she is staying here forever"

he feels so bad for her dude. like, that is way too much to be going through at that age

lucifer is hesitant but can't go against diavolo's wishes, so he begrudgingly agrees to keep watch over her

ik is actually quite well-behaved after resting for a while, but the other brothers are low-key a little terrified of her now

lucifer, to be honest, thinks it's a bit of a blessing because at least now they're a bit quieter around the house. though he does feel a little bad for ik now

ik befriends solomon first in this au (he hears about what she did upon first arrival and thinks it's hilarious)

maybe solomon already knows about demigod thing (perhaps he even is one himself) so he's the one who explains everything

then monsters start appearing in the devildom as well and the brothers wake up at like 2am to find ik basically fist-fighting one in the yard while simultaneously trying to shush it

they sort of warm up to each other after that

hmm would belphie be able to kill ik in this au?? maybe if he tried really hard... although at the same time ik does have some nightmare-related powers from melinoe so maybe she just helps him out and he doesn't end up trying

[ashestoroses018]

Four Puffs (1/2)

Originally posted in 2017.

mikeygc3000 (mikeygc3000.tumblr.com) said: Could you write one where you’re Dustin’s older sister and all the kids can tell that you and Steve are in love but are in denial so they set up a blind date by tricking you and Steve and you both end up together in the end???? And lots of fluff!???? (P.s I just found your blog and I’m in love with it)

“Dustin, where the Hell is my hair spray? Did you steal it to do your hair again?” You shout through the house.

“Language, F/N!” your dad yells at you. It’s not often that he’s home, considering he travels for work, and when he is home, you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes every time he opens his mouth.

“Dad. He keeps stealing my hairspray and using, like, all of it. And the little shithead never asks first!”

“F/N! One more outburst like that, and you won’t be going out tonight!” Your dad looks over his newspaper at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, Dad. Do you know where Dustin is, by any chance?”

“Dusty’s over at Will’s house.”

“You couldn’t have told me that before I started yelling for him?”

Your dad folds the newspaper on his lap. “I didn’t have the chance, missy. Just call Joyce. I’m sure she can get him on the phone for you.”

Your battle against the eye rolls is futile, this time. Instead of even gracing your father with a response, you just grab your keys and a scrunchie, tossing your unruly hair up lackadaisically while holding your keys in your teeth.

“Be back before dinner, F/N! Your mom’s cooking meatloaf!” your dad calls behind you.

“’Kay, Dad!” You slam the door behind you, jogging to your beat up ’68 VW Beetle.

She is your baby, but shit if she hasn’t seen better days. Your seats are stained, and the engine makes this weird sound, if you drive Becky the Beetle for more than about twenty minutes at a time. One of these days, she’s going to crap out on you, and fuck if that day doesn’t terrify you. Who bikes to school at eighteen years old?

It takes you roughly three minutes of driving to arrive at the Byers’ residence, and you thank every god you can think of when you see your baby brother’s bike outside on the lawn, thrown there while he was obviously in a rush. What you don’t expect is to see Steve Harrington’s brown BMW in the driveway.

However, when you see that Joyce’s and Jonathan’s cars are both gone, it makes more sense. He must be playing babysitter for the thirteen year olds again. With a sigh, you go up to the door and knock, knowing that you’re about to embarrass the hell out of yourself in front of Steve, considering you’re in exercise clothes – leggings, leg warmers, and a ratty sweatshirt. All over your petty need for hairspray.

You raise your brow when it’s your brother who opens the door. “Oh shit.”

“Hey, Dustin. Wanna let me in?” Your tone of voice brooks no argument.

“I can explain, F/N, I swear.”

“What can you explain, Dustin?”

“I didn’t realize I still had your hairspray in my bag, and you have the Farrah Fawcett spray, and you know they discontinued it, and I really like your hairspray, because it’s better than Aquanet, and – “

You follow your brother through the Byers’ residence. In the living room, his friends are sitting around a table, playing Dunces and Diapers, or whatever the hell the stupid game is called. In the corner, a bottle of Coke in his hand, sits Steve Harrington, whose eyes meet yours as soon as you walk in the room.

“Well, Dusty?” you ask, your voice suddenly saccharine sweet. Your brother gives you an incredulous look at your impromptu change in demeanor. “Where’s my hair spray?”

“I can’t believe you needed it so bad that you actually came all the way out here,” your brother mutters under his breath as he digs through his backpack. “interrupting our game and shit.”

After a moment, he hands you the bottle of Fabergé Organics hair spray, which you immediately notice is nearly empty. “What the hell, Dustin? You used all of it! Do you know how hard this shit is to find?”

He looks down at his feet, biting his lip. “I’m sorry, F/N.”

“I had a date tonight, but I guess I’ll have to cancel. Aquanet sucks.”

“You, uh, you had a date, F/N?” Steve suddenly speaks up, and you glance over at him.

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything crazy, but Billy Hargrove seems like a nice enough guy.”

The redheaded girl, Max, gags audibly. “Billy is a shitstain of a human being. What are you talking about?”

“He really is, F/N. You shouldn’t go out with him. Did you know he beat up Steve?” Your brother is nodding emphatically with Max, his eyes wide.

You raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, he was defending Lucas! Billy’s a terrible person, F/N. You should cancel that date and just hang out with us tonight.”

“Fine, Dustin. I’ll take your word for it, this time. Hey, Will, where’s your phone?”

The Byers boy points you towards a wall handset, and you connect with the operator quickly, asking for the Hargrove residence.

“Hello?” A woman, whom you presume to be Billy’s stepmom and  Max’s mom, answers the phone.

“Is this Billy Hargrove’s house?”

“Yes, it is. One second. Billy!”

A moment later, Billy’s on the line, and though you’re not particularly interested in the boy – aside from his obvious physical appeal – your heart skips a beat at how charming he can be. “Hargrove residence, Billy speaking.”

“Hey Billy, it’s F/N Henderson.”

“Oh, hey, babe. What’s up? I’m still picking you up at 8 to see Ladyhawke, right?”

“Actually, no. A bit of a family emergency came up. Sorry, Billy.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?”

“Yeah, sorry. Our, uh…cat went missing again. My mom loves that kitten, so Dustin and I have to look for her.”

“Just tell her that you’re looking with me, F/N.”

“I really can’t do that to my mom, Billy.”

Steve comes up to you, hearing the tension in your voice. You okay? he mouths towards you. You just nod, your mouth pursed.

“Fine. Forget about rescheduling, though. I can get a more attractive whore at Hawkins High.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me, Hargrove?”

“A whore. Everyone knows you’re fucking Harrington.”

You glance over at Steve, embarrassed that he’s going to witness what you’re about to say. “I am not fucking Steve Harrington, asshole. And you’re right. We’re not rescheduling. Get bent, shitbag.”

You slam the handset back onto the hook, actually shaking through the force of your anger. “Dustin, come on, we’re going home.”

“Wait, what? But I don’t need to be home until dinner.”

You give your brother a Look. “Please, let’s just go.”

“Let him stay, F/N. Why don’t you stay, too?” Steve asks, in a placating voice.

You bite your lip. “I need to be alone for a bit. I was hoping my brother would be there for me, but I fucking guess not. I’m going home Dustin. Dad says to be home by dinner.”

There’s a fierce migraine brewing in the left side of your head right now, and you just want to take a bath and ignore the world. Careful not to slam Joyce’s front door, you jog to your car, however your beloved Becky the Beetle won’t start. You turn your key in the ignition seven or eight times before slamming your forehead onto your steering wheel. This cannot be happening to you right now.

Giving up, you walk back into the Byers’ living room, much to the shock of everyone there. Steve is the first one to break the silence. “Change your mind then, Henderson?”

You sigh. “My car’s not starting, so I’m stuck here. Maybe you guys can help me push start it?”

“Can we do it after our game, F/N?” your brother asks.

Once again, you sigh. “Yeah, I guess. I’ll just go…sit with Steve, I guess. Enjoy or whatever.”

You collapse on the Byers couch next to Steve, who glances over at you. “You can’t tell anyone this,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I…have a few spare bottles of the Farrah Fawcett spray. Is that what you use?”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

He smirks gently at your excitement. “Yeah, I do. I can bring a bottle over to your house tomorrow, so you have it for school on Monday.”

“Oh my gosh, Steve, you’re the best!” You lean over and give him a hug, forgetting, for a moment, that you’re not looking your best.

He blushes slightly, his smirk turning into a shy smile. “Glad to help, F/N.”

[pascalispunkczechia]

One More Mission 1

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier) fanfiction

Frankie Morales x f!reader More chapters in masterlist: HERE

After swearing he was done with dangerous missions, Frankie comes home to tell you he’s leaving again - for one last job.

Warnings:

• Angst

• Explicit sexual content (18+)

• Fluff / Hurt-Comfort

• Emotional pain

• Mild references to violence

• Vulgar language

I rinse the soapy foam off my hands and dry them with a towel. Frankie promised he’d fix the dishwasher soon, but it’s been almost two weeks now and I’m still washing dishes by hand. Typical. He makes promises sometimes, but unless I remind him every single day, nothing ever really gets done. I sigh, grab a glass from the upper cabinet, and fill it with water. But before I can take a sip, a loud cry cuts through the quiet.

June. Our three-month-old daughter.

I set the glass down and rush into her little room, lifting her from the crib and pulling her close. Her familiar baby scent immediately hits me, and I can’t help but nuzzle my nose into her soft little head. Seriously, do all babies smell this good? If so, I want at least five more once June grows out of this stage.

I laugh quietly to myself, picturing the look Frankie would give me if I ever said that out loud. June starts to settle down, staring at me with those big brown eyes - just like her dad’s. I sway her gently in my arms, and my mind drifts back to the first time I fell for those eyes.

It was five years ago, at my cousin’s birthday party. She was dating Benny Miller back then, a guy who served in the same Delta Force unit as Frankie. Benny had brought a few of his friends along, and among them was Frankie. We didn’t even talk the whole day. I only caught little glimpses of him, hearing his buddies call him ‘catfish’ or just ‘fish’ now and then.

Later that night, we randomly bumped into each other at the drink table. We both reached for the same bottle of beer at the same time, and when his hand brushed mine, I looked up… and fell straight into the depth of his brown eyes. He looked right back at me, paused for a second, then smiled.

“Francisco,” he said softly, holding out his hand. “Friends call me Frankie. Or Catfish. Hey.” I took his hand - his grip firm but gentle - and felt my knees wobble.

“Hi,” I squeaked, feeling my face flush. “Just… hi.”

It made him chuckle. We ended up talking and laughing for the rest of the night. He told me about his time serving, his love for MMA fights, and - most excitedly - his passion for flying. Yeah, Frankie was a pilot. He went on and on about army helicopters, and even though I barely understood a word, I loved seeing that fire in his eyes.

That night, I completely fell for him.

The rest happened fast: numbers exchanged, texting, calling, dating. Now here we are, five years later, with a house, a mortgage we barely manage to pay sometimes, and our perfect little daughter, who’s basically his tiny twin.

We moved into this house after two years together. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.

Frankie left the army not too long ago, joining the civilian world like so many others. I won’t lie - when he did, I breathed a sigh of relief, especially after I found out I was pregnant.

But lately… it’s like he’s been searching for something more, like me and June aren’t enough. I try to shake the thought as I hear the front door open.

“Baby, I’m home,” Frankie calls. Still cradling June, I walk out into the hallway. Frankie’s pulling off his cap, tossing it onto the console table, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He steps toward me, kisses me softly, then gently lifts June from my arms. She squirms a little, as if knowing her favorite parent just arrived.

Frankie cuddles her close and heads for the couch. I trail behind him and watch, feeling a lump in my throat. June’s dressed in a pink onesie that’s a little too big… one of the many hand-me-downs from my sister.

Frankie, sitting there in his brown cargo pants and grey t-shirt, looks perfect with her in his arms. “So, little lady,” he coos at her. “You been good for mommy today? No screaming fits?”

I sit down beside them and rest my head on his shoulder. “She’s been good,” I murmur. “But you know what hasn’t been good? The still-broken dishwasher.” I give his thigh a playful squeeze.

Frankie chuckles but doesn’t meet my eyes. “I know baby,” he says. “Actually… maybe we won’t fix it. Maybe we’ll just buy a new one.”

I lift my head and frown. “Buy a new one? With what money, Frankie?”

“I got an offer today,” he mumbles, tightening his grip around June.

“What kind of offer?” I ask sharply, raising an eyebrow.

He hesitates. “Pope’s back,” he says at last. “It’s just for a few days.”

My stomach twists.

Pope.

Offer.

A few days.

This can’t be good. It never is.

“What?” I gasp, standing up with my arms crossed. “You’re not serious. You’re not doing something dangerous again, are you?”

Frankie shifts on the couch like he wants to sink into it. “Baby, we need the money. You need a dishwasher. We could pay off the mortgage. June could have the best future…”

I cut him off, feeling the panic rise. “Frankie, listen to yourself! Pay off the mortgage? From one job?” I stare at him, heart pounding. “This isn’t just some side gig. What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s just for a few days. In Brasil. Pope knows people down there… there’s millions involved.” He stands up, still cradling June tightly. “Baby, imagine it. Millions.”

I stare at him, completely stunned. “You honestly think you’re just gonna stroll into Brasil and someone’s gonna hand you millions of dollars?” My voice rises. I feel like I’m spiraling.

“Well… not exactly,” he says slowly. “There’s gonna be a little action–”

“Action?!” I shout. “What kind of action, Frankie?! You promised me. You promised! No more missions, no more danger!” Tears burn my eyes. “You have a daughter now. A three-month-old baby. And me. Isn’t that enough for you?” The tears start falling before I can stop them.

Frankie steps closer, holding June with one arm and reaching out to touch my arm gently with the other. “Hey, baby, shh… it’s not gonna be bad. I promise. Just scouting, that’s all.”

“No, Frankie. You don’t even believe that yourself.” I stare at him hard. “Not with Pope involved. Not with millions at stake. You know it’ll be more than ‘just scouting.’”

Frankie says nothing. June fusses in his arms, trying to pull her cap off.

“And it’s not just the two of you, is it?” I ask, my voice cracking.

Frankie hesitates, then admits, “Benny and the others are coming too.”

I laugh bitterly. “Wonderful,” I whisper sarcastically. “Why can’t you just find a normal job here? Something safe. Give helicopter tours or something.”

“I can’t. Not right now.” He avoids my eyes. “I don’t have my license anymore.”

I blink at him, stunned. “What do you mean, you don’t have your license?”

“It’s… under investigation.”

“What investigation, Frankie?”

June cries louder in frustration. Frankie stays silent a second too long. And that’s when I feel the bottom of my stomach fall out. “Drug enforcement,” he mutters at last.

I freeze. You’ve gotta be kidding me. Drug enforcement? The father of my child could be involved with drugs?! The thought hits me like a punch to the gut. “You’re under investigation for drugs?” I choke out.

Frankie hurries to explain. “No, not using! Smuggling! They think I smuggled something. Baby, I swear, I’ve never touched coke or anything like that!”

“COKE?!” I scream. June immediately breaks into loud, furious cries. I snatch her from Frankie’s arms, adjusting her little cap properly as she kicks and sobs. Tears cloud my vision. I turn at the doorway, voice shaking. “You can’t be serious…”

Then I slam June’s door shut behind me, sinking into the rocking chair, sobbing along with my baby girl. Both of us crying because it already feels like we’re losing him. Next Chapter here ���

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Okay, so a couple days ago I rewatched the S3 episode of Lone Star where TK is in his hypothermia induced coma and we get to see what's going on in his head, and oh my GOD did it give me SUCH an amazing idea for an agere mulit-chapter fic!!!

Remember how in TK's coma dream he's back in his dad's house but with his mom and they bake cookies? And how TK tells Gwyn he'll always be her little boy, that he still is? Well Goddamn did all that get my writer brain going!

So, what if both Owen and Gwyn were there in TK's dream, and they were treating him like he was still a little boy? The way I'm picturing it is kind of like that episode of SPN when Sam and Dean go to heaven together and see each other's versions of it, and Dean has that one memory of Mary from when he was 3 or 4–dressed the part and being treated like a little boy despite him still looking and acting like his adult self to Sam and the viewers. That's how I imagine this going with TK.

He still looks like an adult and feels like one, and is incredibly confused by what's happening at first, but quickly begins to enjoy all their attention and babying. And soon, begins to feel like the little boy their treating him as. Like in the episode tho, it's Carlos speaking to him that still inevitably brings him back to waking reality.

However, almost as soon as they get the tube out of him, he's still panicking and begins to tearfully call for his mama and daddy. Carlos is freaking out but doing his best to calm him down before the nurses have to give him a sedative, reassuring him that he'll call and get his dad here as soon as possible, but in the end TK is too disoriented and scared, and at the doctor's order one of the nurses has to give him a mild sedative.

Carlos calls Owen as soon as TK is fully under the drugs affects and tells him he needs to get to the hospital quick, that TK woke up and was asking for him. By the time Owen arrives, TK is beginning to fight his way out of the sedative's clutches. As soon as he lays his eyes on Owen the waterworks start up all over again and he desperately reaches for him. Owen, while bewildered and worried, just rolls with it and does what any good father would: give his kid as much comfort as he needs.

Owen ends up climbing nto bed with TK (cautious of the cords and tubes still attached to him, of course), and TK eventually cries himself into an exhausted sleep in his arms. The doctor ends up making a return not long after that (Owen still in the bed, not daring to move and disturb his son's rest), and Owen immediately asks the burning question on both his and Carlos' mind; did TK suffer brain damage? The doctor tells the two of them that they can't know for certain until they run some tests on him, leaving Owen and Carlos to stress over the potential answer they'll receive in the next few hours.

As they'll soon find out, however, this has nothing to do with any physical damage to TK's brain, but instead has everything to do with his psyche.

I'm thinking that TK would probably stay regressed for most of the duration of the fic, but that even once he does start to come back to himself, he'll realize that while everything that's happened during that time feels embarrassing as all hell, it also feels right. Like something he's needed for a very long time, but just hadn't known until he got it.

Wow, hyperfixation really said, "Bitch you will write this shit. You may not know when, but you will."

Yet another idea saved in the backlog I keep in both my phone and brain lmaoooo. 😅🥲

[violettaxsoyluna]

Leonetta or Lutteo - Which couple is more toxic? part 2./part Leonetta (SECOND SEASON)

Now this season is a bit tough to summarize in a few short sentences because a lot of things happen with both pairs. I can't really make a correlation here, since different things happen with both couples.

I think when it comes to Leon and Violetta, the thing that I hate the most in this season is the way Leon handles the whole Diego thing and the way they are talking about each other. So the problems start way before they even get together, and it happens when Diego arrives. Leon immediately hates him, and he keeps accusing Violetta of inviting him or being at certain places because of him, which makes like zero sense. I'm not saying that some of Violetta's actions, like the way she looks at Diego when he sings Yo Soy Asi at his audition, for example, aren't a bit confusing, even for me, since apparently she doesn't want anything from him, but why would she go to the karaoke bar because of him, or why would she invite him to the racetrack? It doesn't even make any sense, and he is completely blinded by jealousy or maybe by his past traumas because of Tomas. And I get that one of the reasons for all of this is that he can't trust Violetta, which I understand. I mean, she does so many questionable things in the first season and keeps getting into questionable situations with Tomas while being with Leon. But then what's the point in trying to get back together then? If you can't trust her, then let it go, and if you want to try it again with her, then try to be more trustworthy. He keeps fighting with Violetta over things she can't do anything about. Like when Diego sings Voy Por Ti for her. He gets mad at her for something Diego does and for something she has no control over. And this is becoming a theme in this season, and I think based on Violetta's reaction, you can see she doesn't want him near herself. And he doesn't understand that she doesn't tell him things because she can't talk about Diego with him. That man (Diego) keeps harassing her and doesn't leave her alone, and rather than Leon trying to find a solution to that, he keeps getting mad at her because of that. And he almost gets physical again when Diego goes to watch Violetta singing in the studio, but not because he keeps bothering and harassing Violetta. Then the party scene happens, when Ludmila changes the address of the party to her house, and then he again gets mad at her because Diego is there, which is ridiculous considering he knows what Ludmila did, because he wanted to tell her the very same thing over the phone. So he again gets mad at her for no reason at all. I also don't like when he tells Cami that the only reason why Diego can get close to her is because she lets him. Like what? That man keeps popping up at her house, at places she goes without her wanting him there, and we are still blaming her?

I really like, however, how he is there for her during those really hard days, which are caused by her dad getting arrested. It's really nice of him how he is always there when she needs him the most, and I also like that scene where they are getting back together. It's really sweet, and I love their hugs. I also like that during those few episodes they are together, he kind of believes her and doesn't get mad at her because of Diego. I don't like how he approaches Diego when he gets into the studio; sometimes he comes across a bit aggressive. But I love their scene in that park, where he says to her that he's found that place and that she's the only person to whom he showed it. Then the bedroom scene happens where Cami and Fran hide Diego in Vilu's wardrobe, and when Leon sees him, he doesn't get mad but only because he suspects Vilu didn't know about the whole thing. And it's nice he doesn't get mad, but I would be more concerned why the man who keeps harassing my girlfriend, who doesn't want anything from him and is clearly disturbed by him not leaving her alone, feels entitled to even come to her house. I really liked that he doesn't get mad over the fact that Violetta is paired with Diego (which is still crazy to be why they pair her with him), and he tries to comfort her. I really like how he doesn't get mad at her after he promises her that. It's just so great to see that he is there for her and that he believes her, even when the almos kiss happens (not that it's her fault that he keeps forcing himself on to her). I really like those scenes when I see that side of him.

Unfortunately, this doesn't last too long, since Leon sees the recorded video of the almost kiss, and the angle makes it look like they actually kissed, and Leon, rather than believing his own girlfriend, believes that they did kiss. And listen, I do understand Leon on some level. I get that he has a hard time trusting her because of what happened in the first season. I truly get it. But this situation definitely seems different than the one with Tomas, but if you have trust issues, don't get back together with someone. They lack the very bare minimum in a relationship, the foundation of it: trust. Leon would rather believe everyone else than Violetta, and this is a constant problem that occurs. Again, he has his reason, since Violetta kept lying to him in the first season, but at the same time it doesn't seem fair that he keeps not believing her and accusing her of something she isn't doing. Diego is the one who keeps harassing her, and Leon doesn't see this. We get a really sweet moment when he comforts Violetta before the concert, and he makes sure she knows he will be standing over there watching her. 

Then the infamous kiss happens. Violetta trips, and Diego kisses her. Even during the kiss you can see how Violetta is physically recoiling. You can see she doesn't want to kiss him, and I don't get how he doesn't see it. Even on that edited video, you can clearly see how she trips and that she actually doesn't want the whole thing to happen. Don't even mention that that kiss was definitely non-consensual, and considering everything that happened, it was an assault. Leon doesn't believe her and breaks up with her, and on top of that, the next day he tells her that she should stop playing the victim and that basically she shouldn't be angry at Diego since she kissed him, not the other way around. I was so disappointed in Leon in that moment. That comment is so unnecessary and so mean, and not even true. Again, I know Violetta did some messed-up stuff in the first season, but I truly felt bad for her. Diego kisses her without her consent, and Leon not only leaves her but makes comments like this. Then Diego actually shows and admits to Leon (and Violetta, but she obviously knows) that he "misunderstood" the situation, so he basically says that he wanted to kiss Violetta, but she didn't. This, however, doesn't change a thing, which is weird.

So after this, both Leon and Violetta start getting closer to Lara and Diego, and this is one of the things in this season that I have a problem with. Both Leon and Violetta aren't over each other, and it's a reckless and selfish thing to do to get into a relationship with someone else while you not only have feelings for someone else, but you are still in love with them. Yeah, Diego obviously plays with her feelings as well, since he only wants to get together with her because they have an agreement with Ludmila, but she doesn't know this. She gets together with him, with someone who was harassing her and kissed her without her consent, rather than staying alone. And Lara most definitely doesn't deserve what he is getting from Leon. Lara constantly feels second to Violetta, which is normal since Leon is still in love with her while being in a relationship with her. 

So after this, both Leon and Violetta start getting closer to Lara and Diego, and this is one of the things in this season that I have a problem with. Both Leon and Violetta aren't over each other, and it's a reckless and selfish thing to do to get into a relationship with someone else while you not only have feelings for someone else, but you are still in love with them. Yeah, Diego obviously plays with her feelings as well, since he only wants to get together with her because they have an agreement with Ludmila, but she doesn't know this. She gets together with him, with someone who was harassing her and kissed her without her consent, rather than staying alone. And Lara most definitely doesn't deserve what he is getting from Leon. Lara constantly feels second to Violetta, which is normal since Leon is still in love with her while being in a relationship with her. Then the badmouthing continues, when Leon says some bad things about Violetta, saying she is even worse if she lets Diego into her house. He is obviously being way too harsh, but at the same time, again, why would you let someone like Diego close to you? Okay, maybe he shows that he's changed, but that shouldn't immediately abolish all of the things he's done, especially since they weren't just minor things. But again, Leon shouldn't say something like that, that she is a worse person than Diego. Please. 

Then Violetta loses her voice, and Leon can tell that. I really love how this shows how well he actually knows her, and it is really nice of him that even after all of the things that have happened, he still cares about her and doesn't tell her secret to anyone. 

Then the whole Jeremias thing happens, when Leon gets angry at Violetta because he thinks she has said something about him to Jeremias, and that's why he has asked him to stay away from Violetta. Now this is a tricky situation, because we know that Jeremias is actually Herman in disguise, but they don't. So Leon has every reason to believe that Violetta has said something to him. Violetta obviously tells him that it's not true, and she has never said a single thing about him to Jeremias. He doesn't believe her. What I don't know is if I understand why Violetta would say anything to Jeremias. Or why doesn't Leon think about the possibility that Jeremias maybe has overheard them talking or overheard when Violetta has talked about their situation with someone? I do understand why he has trust issues; I mean, the whole first season is there to prove it, but he is always just so angry and narrow-minded. Violetta is always the bad guy in his eyes, and he never once thinks about the possibility of Violetta actually telling the truth. She has never been able to talk about the whole Diego thing with him because he gets angry, and his tunnel vision is turned on immediately. And after their breakup it just gets worse. They can't talk about anything, because at least one of them doesn't hear the other person out.

Then Leon and Lara get together, which is a huge mistake, I think. Maybe Leon has feelings for her, but I doubt it, since he can't stop thinking about Violetta. He even goes to her house and calls her up to just let her know (after the misunderstanding that has happened due to Herman as Jeremias) they don't have a chance or that he didn't call her to get her there. It is really unnecessary, because I'm sure she gets the memo now, and it seems like an excuse to talk to her.

Then Violetta and Diego get together as well. Another mistake. She is clearly not over Leon as well, and I wouldn't say I feel sorry for Diego, because he has been an asshole since the very beginning, and I don't care if he ends up falling in love with Violetta; that doesn't make all the damage he makes any better—harassing her, kissing her without her consent, and on top of those things, he doesn't even do these things because he loves her (not that it would make them any better) but because he has made a pact with Ludmila. But Violetta clearly doesn't know this, so she is completely okay with getting together with someone who has harassed her, kissed her without her consent, while still being in love with Leon.

It's cute of her when she tries to delay the show so Leon can get there; it just shows how much he still means to her. She is risking a lot there, but she doesn't care about it because she still loves him. Obviously. It's also nice of him how he says thank you to her for everything. It's just nice to see that they are capable of being nice to each other and not just basically cussing each other out. And when Violetta doesn't say a single thing back to him (because she has lost her voice), he thinks it's because Lara was also there at the concert. Again, this shows he also cares about her well-being, and it's nice to see that they are capable of being friendly and humanly with each other.

Then Lara asks Violetta whether she still has feelings for Leon or not, which clearly shows she is self-conscious about her relationship with Leon and thinks that Leon still has feelings for Violetta. And this sucks. Lara seems like a really nice person, and she isn't just with Leon because he is popular or to get revenge on Violetta or anything like that. She just likes him; that's it. It sucks that she feels this way and that she can clearly tell that she will always come second after Violetta. Leon then tries to warn Violetta about Diego and Ludmila, but she obviously isn't really receptive to the whole thing. This clearly shows, once again, that they can't really trust each other. At the same time, it's not like Leon trusts Violetta or has ever trusted her, so I guess it's normal that she feels like she can't trust him either, and that he just wants to badmouth Diego. Then Leon keeps thinking about Violetta, imagining her face on Lara's body, and this should be the time when he breaks up with Lara, because he is still in love with Violetta and Lara doesn't deserve this whole thing. Then they bump into each other, and Violetta says to him that he is not even close to being like Diego, which is a weird thing to say, because, yeah, Leon was really pushy in the first season, but Diego is on another level. Then he says that he is really close, however, to being the man he loves, which is a bit funny thing to say, but I have to admit that with her fall and him catching her, it is a cute scene.

I really like that Lara has actual, true boundaries and breaks up with Leon when he calls her Violetta. She deserves someone who truly loves her and puts her first. I would say this if they wouldn't get back together almost immediately. I don't know why she does that to herself. She's clearly been having insecurities because of Violeta and their past relationship, and when her fears come true, she just sweeps it under the carpet. Leon should also be much more considerate and not get back together with her when he is clearly not over Violetta.

Violetta then goes over to Leon and asks him if there's any hope for them. She is doing this while being in a relationship with someone, and again, I get that Diego is an asshole, but it still kinda bugs me, because even if it was someone else, she would be doing the same thing.

Then Diego destroys the guitar he's gotten from Violetta and he puts the blame on Leon, accusing him of doing it. Violetta immediately believes Leon, stating he didn't do anything, and then he gets mad when Violetta doesn't believe him. Him throwing those papers on the ground is a bit aggressive, and it's kind of interesting to see how mad he gets because she doesn't trust him. But hasn't he been doing the same? No matter what Violeta says, he doesn't believe her. Whether it's about Diego or Jeremias. He doesn't see a problem with that but gets mad when he gets a taste of his own medicine. Yeah, obviously Violetta should know better, since why would Leon do such a thing when he's never done anything like that? And why would he even do such a thing? What would the purpose of it be? It doesn't even make any sense. So even though I kinda understand why Violetta can't believe him, I don't really understand why Violetta thinks it makes sense that Leon would do such a thing. The interesting thing is that both of them say to each other that they don't even know who the other person is, which is quite hurtful. I guess we can say they don't know each other that well, but maybe they should consider other options as well, rather than believing every awful thing about each other. Then the guitar debate continues, and no matter how many times Leon tries to tell it to Violetta that it wasn't him, she doesn't believe him. Lara then arrives, and Violetta says some bad things about Leon and calls him the worst person she's ever known, which is a really harsh thing to say. I think the man she's dating is probably a worse person than Leon. I get that she is hurt and mad at him, but this isn't the way to deal with this. And this is one of the biggest problems that I have with them as a couple. The way they talk about each other, the things they say to each other when they are mad. It is so toxic, and I know Matteo and Luna (mostly Matteo) say hurtful things as well, but what was the worst thing he's ever said to Luna? That she is jealous of him? That he won't be thinking about her anymore, or that he hopes they are going to lose the skating competition? Leon and Violetta say more hurtful things to each other in the first half of the second season alone, and it's not normal. I'm not saying Luna and Matteo are perfect. They are not. Not in the slightest. But at least when they are having arguments, they don't cuss each other out left and right.

I really like that scene where Leon tries to comfort Vilu (I guess we can say that). It again shows he still cares about her and her feelings, and it is wrong, I know, but it's good to see. It's also good to see that Vilu asks his opinion about Ludmila and Diego; I, however, don't like that he turns it into an "I told you so" situation. Violetta is clearly worried that Diego is up to something, and rather than him sharing his thoughts with her, he uses it to rub it in her face.

Then at one of their rehearsals, Diego and Lara show up, and they try to be extremely touchy and in love, looking to make the other person jealous, which is questionable, at least. Then at the next one, Vilu is clearly distracted because of Angie, and it is really nice to see that Leon is there for her. He reassures her and says really nice things to her. It's really great to see them like this, and that they are capable of having normal and deep conversations without hurting each other.

Then Violetta realizes that Jeremias is Herman and calls Leon for comfort, who offers to come over to his house. Again, it's a cute scene; it's really nice to see them talking to each other in a normal way, without insulting each other, and it's really sweet of him that he wants to go over. But I can't really enjoy this scene because both of them are in a relationship, and those people (Diego as well at this point, I think) both are in love with them. They are exes, and it's just not right; they clearly have feelings for each other and start getting close to each other again. This is what I don't like in the first season of Soy Luna as well. We could argue it was a bit better there, but still. It is wrong there; it is wrong here. And again, I don't like Diego, and we all know he is using Violetta, but she doesn't know that, and what they are doing with Leon is still wrong.

Diego then gets mad at Leon for singing to Violetta once again. And while I don't like Diego at all, I can kind of understand him. Leon always sings for Violetta, even when Lara is there, and he doesn't even try to hide it. It is really wrong. Then Violetta leaves the studio, and Leon is the one who goes after her. They talk, and then he offers her that he walks home. They then stumble upon their special place, and they almost kiss. This obviously is not right, but at least Violetta stops him and tells him that they are dating other people, and they shouldn't ruin their friendships. Like I don't understand why they think they can be friends or that they are just friends at that moment. But even after this, they end up spending the whole day together, singing, talking, and even ditching their partners' phone calls. Again, questionable behavior. They even ask each other the next day whether they had problems with their partners or not, which shows they know they did something bad the previous day, so at least that's good.

Then they go to Spain, and the boys are kind of like fighting over who should show Violetta the city. Leon gets angry when Diego interrupts his time with Vilu, and while I still don't like Diego, she is still his girlfriend, so he obviously doesn't want her to spend time with her ex-boyfriend. Leon then follows Violetta, who asks him to stop since she doesn't want more problems with Diego. Leon says that if she tells him that she is in love with Diego, he's going to stop. He basically does the same thing that Violetta has done a couple of episodes ago. It is definitely a weird conversation to happen, both times. I guess Leon is at least not in a relationship anymore. Violetta then lies to him, which she later admits to Fran. And while I still don't like Diego, it still doesn't seem fair that she knows she is still in love with Leon (not like she didn't know this in the past 20+ episodes) but stays with Diego. Is he a bad person? Yes. But Violetta doesn't know about his plans, and she is completely okay with staying with him and basically stringing along Diego. Even though Diego is an asshole, that doesn't make Vilu's and Leon's actions better, especially since they don't even know about his plans with Ludmi.

Then Leon realizes what Diego and Ludmi have been up to. They decide with Fran that they won't tell her until after the show, which is a great idea, in my opinion. Vilu obviously overhears this and watches the video. She blames herself for trusting him, and it's really great to see how Leon comforts her. I love that he doesn't turn this into a "I told you so" moment. He has done that already, and it's so refreshing to see that he is just there for her. He lets her know it's not her fault (it's truly not); it's also really sweet to see that he really tries to help her and doesn't want her to sing in that condition. And I think my favorite scene is the one where they sing "Podemos" together. He really saves her in that moment, and it's so nice of him that he is there for her. It's good to see that finally, when she really needs him, he is there.

But then after they go back to Argentina, Vilu sees Leon with Lara and immediately jumps to the conclusion that they are back together. This is one of the traits I don't like in Vilu. It's not even just that she jumps to conclusions, but she gets nasty with people over things that, most of the time, aren't even real, rather than just asking those people and having a conversation with them. And the exact same thing happens here. Leon wants to get back together with her, and she is being really rude to him for no reason at all. She could've just asked him about the Lara thing, and he would've immediately let her know that it's over. Both of them get to know, obviously, the truth, and they get back together, and it's just such a perfect scene. They sing my favorite song (Nuestro Camino), and it happens at their special place. I really love that scene, and I also really adore the one where they sit on her bed and talk. I like how Leon would do everything to make her feel better, and it's just so good to see that they are capable of being nice to each other. Finally!

Then both Herman and Ramallo talk to Leon, and I love to see how both men trust him, how Herman asks him to look out for her, and how Ramallo shares the story of the song Vilu tries to finish. And one of my other favorite things he has ever done is to organize Herman to be at the concert. He brings them closer to each other and helps them solve their issues. It is a really sweet gesture, and it just shows how much Vilu means to him. Then they kiss, and the season ends.

So I'm glad they got back together, but their behavior in this season was something else. Leon's aggressive outbursts, the way they talked to and about each other. And it kinda feels like they just got back together without ever addressing these issues, because suddenly everything was okay. One day they were shit-talking each other; the next day they were on good terms again. While I understand why Leon has trust issues, the way he treats Vilu in the beginning of the first season is really unfair, especially since he lashes out at her much more than at Diego. The things they say to each other, like that Vilu should stop playing the victim, that Leon is the worst person ever. Who could just forget things like these? I feel like they got back together but didn't really solve their issues, which is going to be proven right in the next season.

[neuroticbookworm]

Parenting in La Pluie, Episode 11

Last week, Tai finally, finally got The Explanation from his parents, and hoo boy, did they NAIL IT. He threw a spectacular tantrum as an adult man at his mom’s wedding and his parents did not immediately disown him, which is impressive in its own right. What’s more impressive is how they talked sense into him, undoing the knots of confusion in his head about their divorce, and how it has shaped his understanding of the concept of love and relationships.

Tai arrives at the wedding, and immediately throws side eyes at his mom and her now-husband, Nu. He sits down at the table with his brothers, and when his brother Nuea asks him about his fight with Patts that led to their breakup, he deflects by saying it was nothing special, it just didn’t work out. Nuea then says “You got a soulmate as your boyfriend. That is precious” and Sangtien and Saengchan emphatically agree with him. Tai then asks Nuea “As it comes down to this, do you still want me to believe in soulmates?” implying their parents’ separation. Their dad arrives, and Tai observes his parents and Nu happily interacting with each other and then asks his brothers “As you see this, don’t you feel something? Dad is congratulating Mom on her new wedding”.

It is clear from Tai’s behavior and his words that he does not understand how a person can love someone and wish them happiness, even when they cannot be the one who gives it to them. Tai gets increasingly upset as his mom gives her wedding toast, and walks away when Yadfah says “They (Warun and her children) are still my beloved ones, I love them, forever”. He walks away because he thinks she is lying, if she still likes Warun, why would she break-up with him? And how can she fall in love with Nu and marry him? It does not make sense to Tai and it does not fit the idea of love he has in his head.

Nu sees Yadfah’s heart breaking into a million pieces, as she watches her son essentially shrug off her declaration of love for him and walk away. He then tells her “The most important thing for him right now is to understand us. If Saengtai is happy, we will be happy. Now Saengtai is my son too” (we love Uncle Nu in this house, ladies, gentlemen, and my non-binary frens).

So, Yadfah and Warun follow Tai to Saengchan’s room, and Warun asks him how he is feeling, since Tai excused himself from the table saying that he is feeling dizzy. This is a tiny but amazing detail to show us how they have been patient and understanding of Tai’s struggle with their separation. They leave the ball in Tai’s court, waiting for him to ask them, when he is ready to really listen to them. When Tai gives them that opening they have been waiting for, by saying “You know I lied. I don’t have a headache”, Warun and Yadfah look at their son, look at each other, nod, and then Warun starts talking. I’m a big fan of parents establishing and reassuring themselves as A TEAM before they try to talk sense into their fucked up child’s head.

A quick detour: this is not the first time I have talked about divorce and the effect it has on the children in the family. I have done it before when Step by Step had a similar scene where Pat’s parents talked to him about their separation, when Pat was having his quarter-life crisis breakdown on their shoulders. I concluded that piece saying that divorce must not always be demonized and blamed as the root of trauma for whatever difficulty children face in their adulthood. And I noticed a few people in the notes, rightfully pointing out that divorce can be a traumatic experience for the children even when it is amicable. I fully agree. I do and I understand. But the reason why I am so defensive about this narrative is that it can be easily reduced and twisted into “divorce is bad, it traumatizes children, so no one should get divorced”. Divorce can be a deeply traumatizing experience for the children, but their parents staying in a marriage that does not work anymore is worse. Nobody wants to break up a perfectly good marriage. Couples who contemplate divorce know that this is the option that will get them and their children out of this unhappy situation with the least amount of pain. And when children are made aware of this, they will eventually grow and heal from this pain. And they will see that their parents still did whatever was best for them, even if that meant separating from each other.

Warun echoes this exact sentiment in his explanation. He apologizes to Tai, telling him that he and Yadfah thought not bringing their problems to Tai was the right thing to do, which in retrospect, is decidedly not. He says “We thought it would be better if you know nothing” and Yadfah adds “especially you, who has hearing loss”, which, as @shortpplfedup notes here, implies that Tai might’ve gotten some special treatment from his parents, being their only kid with a hearing loss. Warun continues and clarifies that he never lied to Tai, a callback to their conversation at the restaurant after Tai’s dinner date with Patts, where he told Tai “I do still love your mom. I don’t lie to myself about it. And, I’m glad for her (relationship with Nu). And I don’t lie to myself about it, either”. He says “Marriage is not only about love” and we see the argument between him and Yadfah in the flashback scene. It shows how even though their lives are centered around their children and their shared goal and desire to provide the best life for them, their points of focus have led them to drift apart in different directions, leading to them spending less and less time together. We finally hear Yadfah say the words “Maybe we should separate”.

At this point, I was ready to be disappointed because I wanted Tai to confront his idea that his mom is the instigator of this divorce and therefore the villain in this narrative. And if Yadfah is the one who uttered the S word first, I was afraid that Tai would latch on to it and regress back into his immature stance. But no, the show surprised me yet again because the writers are so. fucking. smart. The scene shifts back to the present and Warun says “But that is not the day we separated. For a year after that we tried to talk, adjust and move forward”.  He explains that he and Yadfah realized that though they are on different paths now, they still share the same goal. And then he says it. He says “I told your mom that we should get a divorce”. And we immediately see the seismic shift in Tai’s mind, his entire understanding of his mom, his dad, their love for each other, their marriage to each other and their family, crumbles to dust. He looks completely shaken and stunned. The world does not make sense to him anymore.

Yadfah now joins the conversation and reiterates how even though they are separated, they will always care for each other and their children. She says “Our love has just shifted to a different form”. She then adds a statement that shakes the foundations of Tai’s belief system for the second time. She says “Although we are separated, we will still be soulmates forever. When it rains, we still talk to each other” and we see Tai immediately realize how monumentally he has fucked up with Patts. He broke the soulmate bond. He wanted to be free of this destiny and he screamed it out into the universe with so much hate that the universe obliged. But he forgot that destiny is not the only thing that’s tying him to Patts. Patts chose to love him, and Tai could only see that love through the veil of destiny that binds them. He did not understand that Patts loved him in spite of the soulmate bond, not because of it. To quote the ever eloquent and lovely @liyazaki, real love is freedom.

gif by @liyazaki

At this point, the other Saeng brothers and Nu enter the room, and it’s interesting that Saengtai and Saengchan (the tantrum throwers) stand on one side and Saengtien and Saengnuea stand behind their dad, on the same side as their parents. Warun then tells them that he is happy for Yadfah and Nu, and that he would still want this even if he can go back in time. “This is my love for your mom”.

Warun then addresses all his children and says “Being soulmates is not more important than what we believe in”. Oh, so he does know that all his children (but one) are knuckleheads who think soulmates are precious, huh. That’s not to say the one who does not believe in soulmates is not not a knucklehead, he is just a different type of tool than his brothers. Anyway, Warun is an excellent dad who knows exactly how his sons might think and preemptively clarifies before they can do (more) damage.

Finally, Tai unfreezes and tearfully apologizes to his parents. Warun, being the absolute best, immediately says that he and Yadfah were never angry at him, and that they should’ve spoken to all their children before and it would’ve made things better. Tai then tells his parents “No matter what happens, please don’t leave each other alone”, no doubt thinking about how he has left Patts alone. And then we see the most adorable family group hug that has ever graced my eyeballs.

gif by @liyazaki

Tien, my adorable, yet deadly sweet-and-sassy boy, invites Nu to join, but Nu stays put. I told my fellow La Pluie clowns that I would’ve LOVED to see Nu in that group hug, given he had just proclaimed an adult toddler who was ruining his wedding as his son. But @bengiyo pointed out that while Nu may be ready to embrace his new family, Tai was not. And he’s right.

This is not the end of Tai’s journey. He will still have a lot to unpack and understand about love, relationships, family, and so on. He will have thoughts that conflict with this new context and perspective he has just gained and he will have to talk them through with his loved ones. He will have to unlearn old patterns and behaviors that hurt the people in his life, the ones he loves. But it all starts with an open and honest conversation. And what a gloriously beautiful conversation it was.

Shoutout to @lurkingshan for beta-reading this post

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 28 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: Kelsey considers what the future may hold for her and Taylor before jetting off to Calgary to spend two weeks with him and the Makar's. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram). P.S. Happy 1 week until Taylor's season starts.

Warnings: familial fighting, relationship tension, awkwardness // Word Count: 4,548

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Twenty Seven

Days passed one by one as Kelsey watched the countdown tick away while she did her best to keep herself busy. She met up with friends, continued plugging away at her thesis paper, and worked on applications for med school. Yet she hadn’t been able to get one of the questions on Tufts application out of her head. 

Outside of beginning your residency or other academic avenues, where do you see yourself in five years (family, social, hobbies, ect.)? 

It was something that Kelsey hadn’t really thought about before, so focused on getting into med school so that she could become an obstetrician. Immediately her mind drifted to Taylor and how in love with him she was and what the future held for them. The first year of med school would be manageable, he’d still be at UMass and all of the schools she’d applied to so far weren’t that far of a drive. 

But what about after that? What about once Taylor was done with school? 

That was already in the back of her mind when Taylor brought up being asked back to the Avalanche’s prospect camp in July about a week before she was set to fly to see him. 

There was a strong chance that Taylor would remain a member of the Avalanche organization which would put him in Colorado once he was done with school. 2,000 miles. That was a hell of a lot more distance to cover. 

And it wasn’t like the University of Colorado didn’t have a good med school program, they were just as good if not better than other schools she was applying to. 

So much was still up in the air regarding her and Taylor’s future as a couple but if Tayor was going to be in Colorado, shouldn’t she at least apply and make it an option for herself? At least give themselves that chance? Possibly one year of long distance versus three or more. It seemed stupid not to and before she knew it Kelsey had submitted the University of Colorado’s medical school as one of her primary choices and completed the application and all other requirements. 

Unless Taylor brought it up however, she was going to keep it to herself just in case she wasn’t accepted. No point in getting his hopes up unnecessarily. 

****

Thankfully her passport had arrived a few days prior to her scheduled departure. Kelsey had tried to pack modestly, they were spending a few days in Calgary before heading to his family’s lake house in BC so light clothes were the name of the game. She threw a pair of pants into her suitcase in case of cool evenings but decided she could just steal one of Taylor’s hoodies when she got there in order to save space. 

“And where exactly are you packing to go?” As she packed two new swimsuits, Kelsey heard her mother’s voice appear in her doorway. She had purposely avoided telling her parents about her trip, though she had mentioned going to see Taylor to her dad, just without specifics. 

“Calgary to see Taylor.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Kelsey could practically see the smoke spilling from her mom’s ears. 

“I don’t think so.” The tone of her mom’s voice signaled that she expected those four words to be the end of it. Turning around, Kelsey put both hands on her hips signaling that she wasn’t backing down. 

“You can think whatever you want mom but I’m going to visit my boyfriend and his family.” 

“I’m telling you you’re not allowed to go.” 

“Yeah well last I checked I’m an adult so you no longer get to make decisions for me.” 

“I already told your cousin Mary we would be at her baby shower next weekend.” If her mother really thought she was going to guilt trip Kelsey into staying she had another thing coming. 

“You mean for her fifth child? The one she only got pregnant with hoping it would guilt her husband into staying…yeah I’ll pass.” 

“She’s going to ask where you are.” 

“Because she was so concerned when I wasn’t any of the first four. Yeah I don’t think so.” 

“Kelsey Anne. You’re not going.” 

The glare shared between them could melt a glacier. 

“If I had said I was going to the Outer Banks with some girlfriends would we be having this conversation right now?” 

Her mother didn’t even have to say it for Kelsey to know that they indeed would not be. 

“You’re only acting like this because you don’t like my boyfriend even though you haven’t even given him a chance. And that’s too bad….because I am head over heels in love with him and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that I get to spend the rest of my life with him. So you’re just gonna have to get used to it.” 

“He’s only going to leave you once he graduates.” 

“Given that you know literally nothing about him and what kind of person he is I don’t think you get to draw that conclusion. I’m going to Calgary, that’s all there is to it. Now get out of my room so I can finish packing.” 

Slamming her door shut as soon as her mother walked away, Kelsey leaned against it and sighed. Her mom was certainly doing an A+ job of pushing her away and making her never want to come home again. 

*****

Kelsey hadn’t spoken to her mom again prior to catching a ride with a friend to Boston and hopping onto her plane to Calgary early Monday June 12th. Thankfully she had found a direct flight so after a roughly six hour plane ride she arrived in Calgary mid afternoon. 

Texting Taylor that she had landed, she made her way through customs and to baggage claim to get her suitcase before heading out to the pickup area once Taylor had confirmed that he was there waiting for her. 

Though she knew that the pickup lane was the most practical spot to meet, Kelsey was a little bummed that it meant she wasn’t going to get a hug and kiss from Taylor as they needed to load her bag into the back and get going. All she wanted after three weeks apart was to feel his arms wrapped around her. Nonetheless, after loading her bag, she climbed into the passenger seat and smiled at Taylor softly, though the tension from the flight and everything still lingered in her body. 

“Hey.” Taylor murmured as he leaned over the center console to kiss her softly and quickly before pulling away from the curb. 

“Flight okay?” Taylor asked as he made his way back toward the highway. 

“Yeah, just long.” Kelsey murmured back. 

Once Taylor was safely on the highway with slightly less traffic surrounding them, his right hand fell to her thigh rubbing softly. It wasn’t a hug but it would do for now and Kelsey rested her hand on his, squeezing gently. 

Looking out the window, Kelsey took in the new sights surrounding her, a bit overwhelmed by it all. Eventually Taylor got off the highway and navigated through back streets before coming to a stop. It wasn’t a residential neighborhood, so Kelsey was a little confused. 

“I thought we’d stop for ice cream.” Taylor declared, looking over at her with the softest eyes. 

“Sure.” Kelsey agreed. Ice cream did sound good but first Kelsey really needed that hug. 

Climbing out of the car, Kelsey moved to meet Taylor, stopping in front of him expectantly. 

“Ice cream is that way.” He pointed, a smirk developing on his face. 

“Taylor…” Kelsey insisted, knowing he knew what she really wanted. Chuckling softly, he finally pulled her into his arms, lips pressing softly against her hair. Immediately the tension poured off Kelsey’s shoulders and she hugged him back tightly, face buried into his chest. 

“Guess it’s a good thing I showered after the gym this morning.” He joked after a few minutes, causing Kelsey to pull away, giggling softly at how he always knew how to settle her mood. 

“I missed you.” She shrugged softly, her tone raw. 

“Missed you too. Now let’s get some ice cream.” Taylor declared, tucking her into his side as he guided her to the store so she could pick out her post flight treat. 

With some of her tension finally lifted, Kelsey could finally feel the excitement radiating from Taylor as he kept peeking down at her and it made her feel warm to know that he was so excited that she had come to see him. 

Sitting close in a spot in the shade, they devoured their treats, Kelsey choosing to embrace being in Canada and having maple flavored ice cream made from Canadian syrup and Canadian dairy while Taylor had a vegan coconut lime. It was not her preference but it was still good and something different than she’d had before. 

After finishing, they disposed of their trash before heading back to the car hand in hand. 

“Alright, back to my parents.” He declared as Kelsey stopped him near the passenger door. 

“First I want a proper kiss.” Kelsey insisted, fisting his shirt gently, not satisfied with only the quick peck at the airport. At the moment, the parking lot wasn’t full of kids or anything so it wasn’t like it would be wholly inappropriate. 

Taylor just smiled, face completely relaxed and happy before humming and dipping his head to press his lips to hers as she lifted up against him, exploring him after the separation. 

After a moment, Kelsey felt his dick press a bit more insistently against her stomach and she smiled into the kiss. She was in lazy plane clothing but yet he was still reacting to her. 

Breaking the kiss, Kelsey gazed up at him with twinkling eyes, acknowledging how he’d grown a bit just from a simple kiss with just a look. 

“You’re trouble.” He mumbled into her ear before opening the passenger door for her. Quickly he rounded the car to climb into the driver’s seat but after putting the key in the ignition he leaned his head back against the headrest. 

Reaching over, Kelsey rested a hand on his thigh causing him to turn his head looking at her like ‘let me regroup would you.’ 

Giggling softly, Kelsey pulled her hand back and bit her lip as Taylor adjusted himself in his shorts. 

“Yeah better get that under control since we can’t have sex at your parents’.” 

“What?” Taylor questioned his voice filled with confusion which only made Kelsey confused. 

“We can’t have sex at your parents’.” She repeated.

“My parents don’t care.” Taylor stated matter of factly. “They basically know we’re having sex. As long as we’re safe they don’t care.” 

Kelsey could only stare at him, a mixture of shock and disbelief on her face.

“Kels….” Taylor murmured. “My mom saw the hickeys you left on me before I came home for Christmas and all I got was a ‘just be safe and use protection.’” 

Kelsey’s cheeks flared red and she turned her head to the window clearly looking uncomfortable. 

“Doesn’t mean they’re okay with it happening under their roof.” Kelsey mumbled. 

“Kels if you don’t wanna have sex, we won’t, but I’m telling you my parents couldn’t care less so long as there are no grand babies for a long time.” 

With Taylor’s erection dissipating because of the conversation, he buckled his seatbelt and shifted the car into reverse, backing out of the parking spot and proceeding back to the road. 

It didn’t take long to get home and after parking the car, Taylor moved to help Kelsey with her bags. 

“Welcome to Calgary, Kels.” Taylor grinned, putting that prior conversation behind them and focusing on enjoying the two weeks his girlfriend was here. Following him inside, Kelsey’s first thought was that it was quaint and comfortable, everything she had assumed Taylor’s parents’ home would be. “Mom and dad should be home soon but c’mon we’ll take your bags to my room and then I’ll give you the tour.” 

“Your room?” Kelsey breathed, the words sticking with her the moment he’d said them. 

“Yeah Kels…my room where you’ll be staying…with me.” Taylor declared, turning to face her after setting the bags down at the bottom of the stairs. “Where did you think you’d be staying?” 

“I don’t know…a guest room.” Kelsey shrugged. An exasperated look crossed Taylor’s face before he shook his head softly noting to himself that they would revisit later if she wanted to sleep in the guest room once she was actually sounding like herself. 

“I think we need to have a conversation with my parents later.” Taylor sighed, turning to pick Kelsey’s bags up and starting up the stairs to set them in his room for now at least. 

With Kelsey following, Taylor gave her a quick tour of the house before suggesting that she take a post-travel shower. Though Kelsey hesitated for a minute she finally agreed that was a good idea and so Taylor got her a clean towel and showed her how the shower works before heading back downstairs to the couch.

That was where Laura found him when she got home from work ten minutes later. 

“Hey sweetie, where’s Kelsey?” Laura asked, seeing that Taylor was all alone. 

“Showering.” Taylor replied, running his fingers through his hair. “Can you do me a favor and talk to her about room sharing and stuff?” 

“Sure. I’m just going to change first.” Laura confirmed, knowing something must be off if Taylor was already asking her to talk to Kelsey, before moving to go through her usual post work routine. 

When she came back down, Kelsey was in the kitchen getting a glass of water and Laura immediately greeted her, offering a hug. 

“We’re so glad you’re finally here.” Laura declared, her hug warm as she wrapped Kelsey in her arms. Though it didn’t last long, it was the kind of hug that you couldn’t help but relax into. 

“I’m glad to be here too.” Kelsey murmured back, though her voice wasn’t filled with its usual confidence. 

“Was your flight okay?” Laura inquired. 

“Yeah.” Kelsey agreed. “Just a little long. I’ve only flown along the east coast before so it was definitely longer than I’m used to.” 

“I bet.” Laura replied, moving around the kitchen to get together the things she needed to make dinner. As she did, Taylor appeared from the living room, kissing Kelsey’s head as he moved to refill his own drink. 

“So what’s the plan for the week before we head to the cabin Thursday?” Laura questioned. 

“Just figured I’d show Kels Calgary tomorrow and then Wednesday we’d go hike Mount St. Piran.” Taylor declared, smiling as Kelsey grinned at the thought of a hike. “It’s got some great views and isn’t as crazy busy as some of the other trails out that way so it should be good.” 

“Make sure you take plenty of water and sunscreen.” Laura reminded, as all mothers do. 

“Of course. Kels and I have the whole hiking thing down by now with all our post season hikes.” Taylor bragged because even if it had only been two or three, that was more than he’d hiked at all the previous year in Amherst. 

“Good.” Laura nodded. “Now can you go clean off the grill and get it started for dinner for me?” 

“On it.” Taylor declared, moving to gather the things he needed. 

“And Kelsey can keep me company in here.” Laura added on, gesturing for Kelsey to take a seat at the kitchen island. 

Kelsey exchanged a look with Taylor before he dipped outside and then swallowed hard. 

“How are med school applications going? Taylor mentioned you’d been spending a lot of time of on those these last few weeks.” Laura questioned, trying to make Kelsey comfortable before beginning to ask what Taylor had wanted her to. 

“First round is in so now I just wait for interviews and stuff in the fall.” Kelsey explained with a shrug. 

“Well that’s good. Now you can just relax while you’re here.” Laura stated with a smile while peeling sweet potatoes. “I’m sure Tay took your things to his room since we figured you’d be most comfortable there.” 

Immediately Kelsey turned a little pink and dropped her eyes to look intently at her glass of water. 

“If you’d prefer a guest room, we can get one set up for you that’s no problem.” Laura added, watching as Kelsey opened and closed her mouth a few times without speaking. “Whatever makes you comfortable Kelsey…that’s all we want.”

“I want to sleep next to him…” Kelsey whispered, tone almost ashamed.

“Then what’s stopping you?” Laura questioned, clearly sensing there was more going on. 

Flushing further, Kelsey shrunk into the stool she was sitting on. Meanwhile, Laura continued peeling and cutting the sweet potatoes before putting them in foil and starting on starting on the green beans that would join them. 

“I don’t want to give you any reason not to like me.” Kelsey eventually mumbled under her breath, peeking out to where Taylor was still scrubbing away at the grill. 

“Kelsey…why would that make us not like you?” Laura started. “We got you two a hotel room in Amherst and Gary dropped Taylor off at your apartment to sleep over before that. It’s not a secret to anyone that you have sleepovers together.” 

“Would be to my parents….” Kelsey muttered softly. With the front door opening with Gary’s arrival, the conversation paused as Taylor’s dad made his way into the kitchen greeting Kelsey warmly. 

“Would you look at that, she made it.” He grinned, though he immediately picked up on the tension in the room. 

“Hi Mr. Makar.” Kelsey stated softly. 

“You know it’s Gary Kelsey.” He reminded her, moving to kiss his wife. “Everything good in here?” He asked in her ear. 

“Can you take the chicken and vegetables out to T, he should have the grill going by now.” Laura questioned, the look they exchanged signaling that they were working on some things but alright. 

As Gary headed outside, Laura turned to wash her hands. 

“Kelsey, I’m not going to force you to talk about your relationship with your parents if you don’t want to even though it doesn’t seem to be a healthy one based on what you’re projecting onto us.” Laura stated simply. “I’ll just say, in this house we just want Taylor…and by extension you…to be happy and comfortable. You’re both adults. You’re in a committed relationship. As long as you’re being safe it’s frankly none of our business what you do behind closed doors. We’re not going to suddenly stop liking you because you want to share a bed with my cuddly son or even engage in other adult activities. To be frank, the thing that would make us not like you is if you hurt him by pulling away out of fear of what we might think.” 

“I love him so much.” Kelsey whispered. “I just don’t want to do anything to mess up a possible forever.” 

Rounding the island, Laura pulled Kelsey into a hug.

“If forever is what you want then don’t let anyone outside of you and T define your relationship okay.” 

Nodding into Laura’s shoulder, Kelsey hugged her back focusing on taking some deep breaths. Even once they had pulled apart, Kelsey was still a bit shaky and murmured that she was going to T’s room for a minute. 

After climbing the stairs, Kelsey stepped into Taylor’s room and moved over to the bed, flopping back onto it and closing her eyes. Immediately Taylor’s scent enveloped her causing waves of comfort to wash over her. It had only been 18 days but god had she missed how he smelled. 

Breathing deeply, Kelsey tried to push everything weighing on her mind away and just focus on the fact that she was in Taylor’s childhood bedroom with the man she adored right downstairs instead of thousands of miles away. 

With her eyes closed, Kelsey was unsure of how much time had passed before she heard a throat clearing in the doorway and her eyes met Taylor’s when she opened them. 

“Mom sent me to check on you…” He declared, though he didn’t move from his spot. 

“You can come in, you know…” Kelsey murmured. “It is your room. Though I’m hoping you’re still willing to share it with me.” 

As Taylor moved closer, Kelsey sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. 

“I’m sorry for earlier.” She mumbled. “I just…god I want your parents to like me and my mom can be really damn good at clouding what I think other people are going to perceive and yeah.” 

“Are we good now?” Taylor asked, still standing in front of her. 

“Still processing a little but I think so…” Kelsey murmured. “I just want you.” 

Taylor still appeared a little on edge so Kelsey stood, sliding her arms around him in a hug. 

“I love you T. So fucking much it’s scary sometimes.” 

“Love you too Kels.” Taylor murmured, slowly relaxing as Kelsey rubbed his back. 

“Think dinner is ready? Because I could really use fed…” Kelsey eventually questioned, her stomach rumbling slightly. 

With Taylor nodding, Kelsey stretched up for a quick kiss before moving with him back downstairs, trying to quell any anxiety about being around his parents. 

Thankfully, neither acted like anything had happened and just settled into eating dinner that the guys had grilled up. It wasn’t anything special but having not really eaten all day it definitely hit the spot and Kelsey devoured her entire plate in no time. 

Nudging her side, Taylor offered her a little more chicken from his huge portion and Kelsey nodded, sliding a hand along his thigh in thanks. 

“T, you got invited to Justin Ross’s wedding right? I ran into his dad today.” Gary questioned once he had finished his own food. 

“Yeah…” Taylor confirmed between bites. “Think that’s coming up soon.” 

“Next weekend.” Gary declared. “Assuming you’re taking Kels as your plus one.” 

Taylor was quiet for a moment as if running over the calendar of Kelsey’s stay in his head. 

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am.” He grinned. 

Almost immediately, Kelsey’s fork clattered to her plate and Taylor let out a bit of a yelp as Laura kicked him under the table. 

“Breathe Kels.” Laura murmured. “You and I will go shopping while T goes to the gym in the morning and we’ll find you a dress and shoes.” 

Nodding, Kelsey relaxed though she couldn’t help but shake her head at how much Taylor still had to learn about women. 

“In the future, you might want to give your girlfriend a heads up if she needs to bring formal clothes for something Taylor.” Laura chastised softy. 

“I forgot it was when she was gonna be here.” Taylor mumbled, looking over at his girl. “Sorry Kels…mom will help you find something though if you’re willing to be my date.” 

“You know I’m always willing to be your date Tay.” Kelsey breathed, cheeks a little pink from the added surprise that had been dropped on her when today had already been a little bit of a mess. 

“After we clean up, can we go for a walk T?” Kelsey questioned softly as he finally finished up the food on his plate. “I could use some air if that’s okay.” 

“Gary and I have the cleanup tonight.” Laura insisted. “Go for your walk.” 

“Thanks mom.” Taylor declared, moving with Kelsey to the foyer to get their shoes. 

After probably forty-five minutes of walking around Taylor’s neighborhood, they finally returned to the house slightly sweaty with some of the tension giving way to fatigue. 

As Taylor headed inside to retrieve bottles of water, Kelsey sank onto the front stoop, feeling achy and completely drained after the roller coaster the day had been. 

“Think your parents would care if I went to bed?” Kelsey questioned softly as Taylor sat down beside her. 

“Course not Kels. Finish the water and we can head up to get ready.” 

It was technically only like 8pm Calgary time but that meant it was 10pm eastern and Kelsey had been up since 6am. Add in all the stress and all she wanted to do was sink into bed. 

Drinking the entire bottle of water, Kelsey passed it to Taylor to recycle before pushing herself up to head inside. Passing by where his parents were, Kelsey murmured her goodnights and headed upstairs to Taylor’s room. Running through an abbreviated nightly routine she changed and cleaned up a little before pulling down the covers on Taylor’s bed and climbing in. 

Within just a few minutes, Taylor had joined her, going through his own routine before slipping into the other side of the bed and pulling her close. 

“Tomorrow is a new day.” Taylor murmured softly and Kelsey nodded, ready to put today in the past. 

As she tried to soothe herself to sleep, her fingers worked up under Taylor’s t-shirt in search of his happy trail only to be met with smooth skin. If the day hadn’t been as stress-inducing as it was, she might have been fine, but immediately her bottom lip wobbled and tears pooled in her eyes, dripping onto Taylor’s arm and the pillow beneath her head. 

Rolling, Taylor pulled her up onto his body and wrapped himself around her, playing gently with her hair until the tears had stopped actively falling and she was just left breathing unsteadily on his chest. 

“Kels…” He whispered softly. “What was that all about?” 

When his question drew a few more tears from her eyes, Taylor sighed and just rubbed her back letting her work through all of the emotions coursing through her. 

“Kels…” He prompted once she had calmed down again. 

“Nothing. It’s stupid.” 

“Nothing that makes you cry is stupid Kels.” 

“Just wasn’t expecting you to have shaved it…” Kelsey mumbled, pure exhaustion and fatigue showing in her voice. 

“Shaved…? Oh.” Taylor mumbled as it dawned on him where her fingers had been when the crying started. “You liked the hair there?” 

“Love your happy trail…” Kelsey whispered forlornly. “But not gonna tell you what to do with your body…it’s just been a long day…sorry.” 

Squeezing her tighter, Taylor kissed her forehead. 

“I’m sorry I shaved your comfort spot. Didn’t realize how much you loved it.” 

“It’s your body. I’m just being silly.” Kelsey sniffled. 

“It’s just hair to me, Kels. But to you it’s comfort and security and that means more. So once it grows back I’ll keep it I promise.” Taylor murmured, urging her to lift her head so he could kiss her. “You’re my world Kels. Just wanna make you feel happy and safe.” 

“I love you.” Kelsey murmured when Taylor broke their kiss. 

“Love you too. Now sleep because you’ve had a hell of a day.” 

“Are you taking me anywhere fun tomorrow?” Kelsey asked, rolling off of him and back onto the bed with a yawn. 

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Taylor mused, kissing her one more time as they settled in to sleep cuddled together.