#honestly I should’ve just asked my brother in the first place bc my father has a history of this

[agents-are-dicks]

Little rant/vent session:

If anyone needs me I’ll be back to constant mental breakdown mode™ bc I had a very thought out list of the order I was gonna clean my room in and it should’ve only taken me two weeks but first I had to ask my father for help putting up blinds, fixing my closet, and putting up curtain rods (I’m very short okay) but now it’s been three weeks and he’s started (and not completed) 5 different tasks (in my room) and has decided to clean my entire room for me despite me begging him not to. I have an order. I have specific things you’re not gonna do. I have a method I NEED to follow for sanity reasons. I’m just gonna have to do them again behind your back once you’re done but you haven’t finished a damn thing and the room is currently unlivable and I just wanted to sleep somewhere other than my couch. My cats are having surgery soon which means I’ll be focusing on taking care of them instead of cleaning. I was supposed to be back in there before next week and now thanks to him it’ll likely be MONTHS and I just fucking hate him. I fucking hate him. Just fix your mess and leave me alone.

[dr-imagines-modfuyuhiko]

hiya, mod fuyu !! hope you've been well !! i was wondering if i could rq a fuyuhiko x GN!reader imagine where the reader confesses to fuyu but he rejects them bc he doesn't want them to get hurt or targeted? (since he's a yakuza n stuff-) could end happily or sadly, i am up for both !! thank you so much in advance !! <3

Fuyuhiko rejecting GN!reader to keep them safe

I have been well, thank you! I hope the same for you <3

I actually have an idea for this one cause I was recently talking about this kinda issue with a friend (we were making Love Hotel scenes for the characters in the first 2 games, may or may not post them at some point). I may or may not rewrite it better? I haven’t decided yet, but I probably will.

Another request!!

Category: Angst to fluff imagine

Specifics: GN!reader, takes place in the anime Despair Arc, no Ultimate (reserve course), affiliation- well you’ll see ;)

Warnings: Mentions and vague descriptions of gangs/violence, spoilers for game and anime

When you had figured out you had a crush on a gangster, you knew there were risks.

So you can imagine your own disappointment in yourself when you realized the gangster you liked was the Ultimate Gangster. A Kuzuryu. You fell in love with a Kuzuryu.

But oh lord did you fall deep.

You were already friends with Natsumi, you were used to dealing with the overly aggressive and arrogant front from your brothers. So becoming friends with the girl was easy. Hajime didn’t see how you were able to do such a thing, but appreciated it since it meant he had to break up less fights between her and Sato.

But then there was the day you met the older brother of the (self-proclaimed) Ultimate Little Sister.

The boy hated you at first, especially when he saw what looked to be a gang symbol on that jacket you wore almost all the time. But he mostly hated you due to his overprotective nature of Natsumi. Even though he wouldn’t say it out loud, it was painfully obvious that he was simply looking out for her. You understood, of course. Your own older brother was like that constantly when he was alive. And now that you were the oldest sibling, it was your job to be that way with your other brother.

After a little while though, he learned to not pay much mind when he heard your motorcycle come up to the school. Or when he would see you next to Natsumi. Nor when she would bring you up in conversation like you were the only one she actively hung out with. Through further investigation, he found this was exactly the case. It took longer than he would’ve liked, but he found that Natsumi only had one actual friend. And that was you. That’s when he started to appreciate you a bit.

However, he noticed rather quickly that she only ever used your first name. She never mentioned your last. This made Fuyuhiko suspicious, but he figured she didn’t want your name out amongst the clan.

After Natsumi died, the boy began to see and hear of you even more often. Apparently you had made friends with Peko at the funeral, which he certainly did not expect. He didn’t even realize she had invited you to the funeral by demand of his father. But it was that fact that got him to finally take an interest in you.

Your first meeting that wasn’t a simple wave from you followed by a scoff from him was when you were with Peko in the dojo. He watched the two of you train and meditate, not saying too much until you mentioned your little brother. You had an angry little sibling, that’s how you became friends with Natsumi...

So naturally, that’s what he brought up when the three of you left. You and Fuyuhiko were walking next to each other to your motorcycle home while Peko went her respective route (as to not be connected as Fuyuhiko’s bodyguard). The two of you got along well, surprising the short boy. You could handle his anger issues and calm him down just as well as you did with his sister.

Eventually it had gotten to the point where you got along too well. Which is what lead to today...

—————

You found yourself running out of the reserve course building faster than Hajime even. He watched you run off with a chuckle, wishing you luck on your mission. What was that mission exactly? Confessing your feelings to a certain yakuza.

You had met up with Peko earlier that day, she helped you prepare the letter and cookies. She then took them to her classroom and placed them on Fuyuhiko’s desk. When he had first seen the two, he immediately asked Peko who put them there.

“I did.” She said nonchalantly before quickly adding, “I was asked to by someone.”

Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow, curious as to why she hadn’t given a name. He knew it couldn’t be from Peko, he would’ve seen her make the cookies. He also knew she wouldn’t deliver him anything that was unsafe, so he opened the letter before the bag of sweets.

—————

Dear Fuyu,

Before you ask, you do know me, but I’m not telling you who I am just yet. All you need to know for now is that I really like you, I have for a while. Even before we met, I admired you from a distance, which is kinda embarrassing to tell you.

If you‘re at all interested in who sent you this, I’ll be waiting at the fountain between the reserve and main course buildings. Hope to see you there... <3

—————

Now this got the gears in Fuyuhiko’s head turning. Someone liked him? Why? How?? Who???

Peko refuses to tell him either, using the excuse “you said I don’t work for you while at school” with a small playful smirk. He wanted to yell at her but it was Peko, he just can’t bring himself to yell at her.

He spent the rest of the day trying to figure out who sent it. It wouldn’t be anyone in class cause Peko put it there. He wasn’t close with many others in different classes. Part of him thought it was someone in the reserve course because it said to meet them between the two course buildings. Except Y/n was the only one he was close with in the reserve course, plus they were the only person to call him “Fuyu”. But there was no way they liked him back... right?

So he went with the only option he had, he was going to see who gave him this letter.

—————

You sat there at the fountain. Hajime had told you it’d be a good place to meet up with Fuyuhiko, since he often sat here with Chiaki. He told her to meet him somewhere else today for you. So here you sat, waiting for someone who may not be interested in coming.

Just as you were considering giving up and going home, you caught a glimpse of a short blonde boy in a main course uniform.

“Y/n..?” He sounded like he didn’t believe you were there. You gave an awkward wave.

“Did you like the cookies?” Your voice was light as he walked up to you, standing only a few feet away.

“Yeah.. they were really good..”

Fuyuhiko’s face was slightly scrunched, like he was thinking about something serious. It left you concerned but you didn’t know what to say. Instead there was a short and kind of awkward silence. It was deafening. After about a minute, he voiced his thoughts.

“You realize how dangerous this is, right?”

Your head tilted in question, making the boy sigh.

“Don’t.. get me wrong, Y/n. I... I-I really like you too.” Your face lit up for a moment, making his next words hard for him to let out. “But.. I’m a yakuza- the heir to the most dangerous gang in Japan.. people are gonna target you. I can’t have that.” He let out another sigh.

Your own face contorted into one of slight confusion. It slowly turned into amusement, causing you to cover your mouth to let out a stifled laugh. Fuyuhiko looked back up, clearly irritated.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?!”

His angry voice was amusing to you and made you laugh even more. This only pissed the boy off further. He stepped forward again and grabbed you by the shoulders, bringing your face close to his.

“This fucking is serious, Y/n! I don’t want to get some call that someone has you hostage! I don’t want to make you go into hiding cause someone threatened to hurt you! I don’t want to end up with you beaten to a pulp! I don’t want to find you dead in a warehouse cause they want to get back at the Kuzuryu clan! I just fucking can’t! Not after.. not after Natsumi..”

His hurt words forced you to calm yourself down. You took a breath and brought your hands from your mouth to his face, his freckled and blush-marked cheeks in your palms. A reassuring smile was steady on your lips.

“Fuyu, what’s my last name?”

The question took him off-guard for the third time that day. He knew Natsumi never mentioned it, neither did Peko. Why did this matter?

“I-I don’t know,” he answered honestly anyways. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he waited for a response.

“Owada.”

Fuyuhiko froze for a second. Owada? As in the biker gang Crazy Diamond?? How did he not figure that out??? Your motorcycle, the jacket you almost always wore, hell even the mention of your dead older brother and alive younger one should’ve been a hint.

It took him a minute to realize why you would bring that up. You had protection from that sort of thing. You were used to being targeted. You could defend yourself with ease. You weren’t gong to end up beaten to a pulp or dead in a warehouse like he had feared. You could take care of yourself even with all the violence surrounding gangs, cause you were the coleader of one. Or at least, your brother was the leader and the gang would protect you.

Once again, you let out a small laugh at his facial expression. It had snapped him out of his thoughts before he angrily grabbed you by the collar. He gave one last look into your happy eyes before kissing you.

To say it was inexperienced was an understatement. But you couldn’t care less, this boy was yours. He felt you soften up and let himself do the same, relaxing into the feeling of your connected lips.

Pulling away, you could see the smile on his face grow wide and the red on his face spread even wider. Both of you stood there for a while, simply staring into each other’s eyes. That is until you heard the engine of a motorcycle in the street.

“Y/n!” You let out a sigh and turned to your younger brother with a deadpan face.

“Mondo, I’m in the middle of something here.”

“You can have your fuckin kissy-face shit later, right now the dudes n chicks are wondering where their soon-to-be former leader is! You’re late for your step down party!”

Step down party? Fuyuhiko decided not to question it too much, he’ll probably ask about it later though.

Mondo stood from his bike and took a few strides towards you and the short boy, causing Fuyuhiko to look around to see if Peko had followed him like she usually did. And of course, she had, right behind the bushes surrounding the fountain. He turned back to see you next to your brother, smacking the back of your his head and messing up his pompadour. He looked like he wanted to smack you back but he knew he’d be in some deep shitif he tried. You turned back to Fuyuhiko, kissing him on the cheek lightly.

“I gotta head back, but I was thinking maybe I could get you a ride around town on my bike tomorrow? Like as a first date maybe?”

His smile couldn’t be wider.

“Yeah, I’d really like that- but don’t fuckin crash and kill me!”

“Just cause I’m stepping down as leader for Mondo doesn’t mean I won’t know how to drive a motorcycle anymore, Fuyu!”

He smiled as you let out a final laugh, turning towards the motorcycle Mondo had driven as getting on the backseat. Said brother tried to turn and yell at Fuyuhiko one last time.

“Hurt them and I fuckin swear-”

“-Mondo shut the fuck up and get on.”

“Peko, you’re not killing my partner’s brother.”

[duvidha-mp3]

3, 26, 38, 48 (ask game)

3. Do you really think there is somebody for everybody?

i do actually, but not necessarily in a romantic sense. i believe there are people that you’ll find that will look at you and understand you in a way you didn’t think anyone else could. i think my best friends are my soulmates but we make it work. like someone said, soulmates are made and not found. it may not fall into place immediately with them but with a little effort you’ll be able to find your person :)

26. What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

okay this is a slightly difficult one because i’ve never really taken a resolution i’ve stuck with in the long term. but i think something that helped me in the past few years has been asking myself “will i regret it later on if i don’t do this?” because i have a tendency to not step out of my comfort zone and avoid doing whatever things i can avoid. and it’s helped a lot bc i’ve been able to meet more people and experience new things and learn, all because i chose to actually get out there and do it 

38. Is your life what you expected it would be five years ago?

most definitely not. and i think a lot of you can agree with this because who expected to be stuck in a pandemmy 5 years ago? it’s honestly very different because i was supposed to be staying at a hostel while attending school and i should’ve made new friends by now. i really don’t know what 12 year old me thought life would be like 5 years from then. i wasn’t and still aren’t very good at conceptualising a future for myself. it’s hazy and i just tend to go along with things as it happens

48. Are you free? Will you ever be? Can anyone be truly free?

i’d say that this question relies a lot on what your definition of being free is. and i realise that i’m going on a tangent from the question but it reminds me of an excerpt from nelson mandela’s autobiography (that we learnt in 10th grade)

I was not born with a hunger to be free. I was born free — free in every way that I could know. Free to run in the fields near my mother’s hut, free to swim in the clear stream that ran through my village, free to roast mealies under the stars and ride the broad backs of slow-moving bulls. As long as I obeyed my father and abided by the customs of my tribe, I was not troubled by the laws of man or God. It was only when I began to learn that my boyhood freedom was an illusion, when I discovered as a young man that my freedom had already been taken from me, that I began to hunger for it. At first, as a student, I wanted freedom only for myself, the transitory freedoms of being able to stay out at night, read what I pleased and go where I chose. Later, as a young man in Johannesburg, I yearned for the basic and honourable freedoms of achieving my potential, of earning my keep, of marrying and having a family — the freedom not to be obstructed in a lawful life. But then I slowly saw that not only was I not free, but my brothers and sisters were not free. I saw that it was not just my freedom that was curtailed, but the freedom of everyone who looked like I did.

personally i’d say that i’m lucky to have been given enough freedom to make my own decisions for myself. but i will always have obligations towards others and expectations placed on me and when it comes to other major parts of life i wouldn’t say that i have true freedom since we all in a society that doesn’t really allow for it. i think we’ll all be confined a little bit no matter how hard we try to break free 

[ntshastark]

ok, I’ve finished watching it so here it goes:

Bridgerton final impressions

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Daphne: I love her!!!!!!!!! I loved her on the book and I loved her on the show. My only complain is..... The Scene........ The way they changed it up made it so they could’ve easily swapped The Scene for a confrontation. I guess they didn’t want Simon to be the only asshole of the two but then they never addressed how Daphne was wrong too??? They just use the Whistledown voice-over to basically say “oh she’s desperate so it’s understandable” and then kinda shift all the blame onto Violet - and, don’t get me wrong, her sex talk is shit and she should know it, but what Daphne did was already after Rose really explained her how sex really works, so ignorance isn’t really an excuse....

Simon: I love him!!!!!!!!! I loved him on the book and I loved him on the show. My only complain is how they handled his daddy issues arc’s resolution. Like, Daphne just tells him he doesn’t need to be perfect to be loved and! Just like that! He is cured! Childhood trauma? I don’t know her! They don’t even address the real problem, which is Simon going from living to please his father to living to spite his (dead) father, and the book just handled it SO WELL, I really don’t understand why they changed it in the show.

I hope Simon and Daphne don’t get brushed off to the side now that their book’s story is over. Simon and Anthony’s friendship still needs a little patching up; there’s the Will and Alice storyline that, if they choose to continue, Simon will likely be involved in; and Daphne is pregnant during Anthony’s book, so they can do something about that too, and maybe about her helping out Eloise during her first season... I know they won’t be the focus of the story ever again, but I just hope they keep showing up like ABC and E did on this season, and aren’t just mentioned to be doing their own thing off-screen like Francesca was.

Anthony: .......................................................Sigh. I don’t know who that incompetent, irresponsible, lovesick idiot is, but it’s sure as hell not Anthony. They literally took everything about his character, cut into pieces, made a nonsensical collage and called it characterisation. The real Anthony has an incredibly strong sense of duty and responsibility to both his title and his family, because he feels he has to do it as good as his father would - which, in his head, is perfection. He doesn’t skip and/or arrives late to important events because he’s fooling around with his mistress, and he wouldn’t just wave away his responsibilities to his brothers - especially because they are also his responsibility. The real Anthony cares deeply about the happiness of his siblings, and does everything to secure them the Happily Ever After he himself doesn’t believe he’ll ever have. He would never force one of them to marry someone they clearly despise, especially with no serious reason. The real Anthony was a rake who jumped from bed to bed without letting himself create real attachments, because he deeply believes he’s going to die young and can’t bring himself to make someone go through the same pain his mother did when his father died. He simply wouldn’t remain seeing a woman if he thought he was developing feelings for her - and that only changed when he was forced to marry Kate - and he definitely wouldn’t ask someone to run away with him when he’s finally free of society, jesus fucking christ what the hell even was that?????? And so they - knowing he was going to be next season’s protagonist, mind you  - took all of the characteristics Anthony developed in the 10 years since his father’s death, largely because of Edmond - both in how he raised him and in how his death traumatised him - and said “hey, what if we make all of this happen in like 3 months, and be all about that opera singer he kissed once in the book!”

Violet: I love her, but I feel like they sacrificed a lot of Anthony’s character for her sake......... The Nigel thing is a great example of that: The way she solved it was amazing, but for that to happen they had to make Anthony cause the problem in the first place, which was so ooc it physically hurt. And the way she’s constantly reminding him of how much he sucks as a Viscount, and even straight up saying that his father would’ve been much better was icky tbh

Eloise: Loved how they explored her relationships with Daphne and Benedict - and the queen thing was funny - but that’s about it. She’s so incredibly entitled holy fuck. Combine the fresh-faced feminist who just learned the buzzwords and now thinks sexism is the single biggest plague to ever walk this earth with the spoiled rich girl who wants the entire world to bend to her whims and refuses to do anything she doesn’t want, and that’s how you get show!Eloise. But, tbh, I don’t really mind. She’s a teenager, that’s just how teenagers are. We didn’t really see that much of her before the time jump in the books, she has a long way to go until her story takes center place, and I’m perfectly ok with us watching how she becomes the woman we see in TSPWL. Basically, not that big of a fan of her characterisation, but she is in a spot where she can spend some time turning into the woman from her book - unlike Anthony :)). My big issue is actually how her going from vehemently anti-marriage as a teenager to happily married and with a bunch of kids as an adult is going to feed such a tired trope...

Penelope: I love her, obviously, but oh boy is she fucked. I agree very much with this post re: what she did to Marina. I guess, because LW was initially just a writing device to allow for exposition, the show is gonna go WAY deeper into how the things that happen to Penelope (and her being a teenager) affect what she writes, and into the consequences of doing what she’s doing, but honestly? They might have overplayed it...... I really don’t see how in the fuck they’re gonna make the ending of RMB work in the show’s universe - and I already thought the books glossed over the consequences way too much. So, uh. Good luck I guess.

(Also, I wonder what they’re gonna do about that heir cliffhanger. I just assumed Penelope was gonna do what she does in the books and find a way to give part of the Whistledown money to her mother. Gotta admit it never occurred to me that, with all the Featherington children being women and their father being dead, the title and what comes with it technically belonged to a uncle or cousin or something)

Marina: I fucking hate them for making me get attached to her knowing what’s gonna happen. This poor girl, jesus christ. And, ok, a lot of times she seemed rude and ungrateful but 1. Her situation was fucking terrifying and 2. She was suddenly thrown into this world of pampered, superficial, and naive girls, and that can test anyone’s patience. Also, yeah, the whole manipulating Colin thing was not cool, but, again, it was either that, an elderly likely-abusive husband, or a life of shame on the margins of society, so uhhh.

(Also, that scene when she said she would love for her, Penelope and Eloise to be sisters........ And I thought Eloise becoming Oliver and Amanda’s mother couldn’t hit me any harder......... Imagine an AU where George survived and he and Marina get married and Eloise marries Philip and Penelope marries Colin and they’re all sisters-in-law to each other and I cry my eyes out)

Colin: Gotta be honest with ya, chief... I don’t think he passes the sexy lamp test. Missed his and Daphne’s special relationship, missed his love of food, missed his sense of humour... At least he and Penelope were cute. I’m actually already shipping them more in the show than in the books.

Benedict: I think they’re trying to mirror him being in a relationship with a woman of no status (now Genevieve, then Sophie) with being gay and hmm. Really not sure about it. He does seem bicurious to me but I think they’re hesitant to give him an arc focused on exploring his sexuality when we know his love story is gonna be with a woman (but then again, they weren’t afraid of giving Anthony an arc about having a relationship with a woman of no status when we know his love story is gonna be with a perfectly respectable one, so *shrugs*). Once again, very glad they decided to make him and Eloise so close from the get-go. It’s going to make that scene on TSPWL where Benophie’s son gets sick so much more meaningful and painful, I can’t wait.

Siena and Genevieve: They’re both amazing women with an incredible friendship. Benedict and Genevieve have the relationship I was hoping Anthony and Siena would have, from the trailers.

Francesca: Glorified cameo. Disappointing. I know she doesn’t show up much in the books other than her own, but that should just have been seen as an opportunity to do whatever they wanted with her! Not make her disappear for 6/8 episodes! Hope they show more of her on the next season.

Gregory and Hyacinth: They’re baby. The scene where Gregory makes both Anthony and Simon fall on the water should’ve been there. Loved Hyacinth acting like she’s Simon’s BFF. Loved that they cut Hyacinth’s “wait for me” scene bc it reminded me too much of my annoying little cousin and made me not like her for the longest time.

Lady Danbury: 10/10. Please hit me with your cane. Am currently entertaining the idea of having her and Violet get together.

Barry B. Benson: A cold-blooded murderer

Overall: This didn’t fit into any character, but oh god........... the lack of chemises............ But  I loved the show, even if some things annoyed me,  and I can’t wait for season 2 AND MY GIRL KATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[neversatisfiedswitch]

So this would’ve been done sooner, but a power surge went through my neighborhood and all of my work on this was lost. Whoops.

Anyway. The lovely @eleniel221b asked me to write a story featuring my OCs Myarel and Colton with the prompt “Do your worst!” from this post! I love these 2 so much, they’re literally like my favorite OCs to write about/with, sdkljflk.

Warning for language, but prrrrobably not as bad as last time. My boys curse like sailors. :P Also just a tiny bit of Colton-related angst bc I love that shit.

Summary: No matter how many times Myarel has seen Colton’s metal limbs, he’s never been able to figure out if the places where they were attached are sensitive or not. Colton really should’ve known not to take a challenge from him, because he never plays fair...

Words: 1590 (bc everything I write becomes a novel)

There’s never been a good time to ask Colton about his limbs-- because in doing so, you’d be asking about his dad, too. It had taken him years to open up to anyone besides his adoptive mother, Rowan, about any of it-- and it wasn’t because she could read his mind. It had just come spilling out while she was cleaning his wounds, the years of fear and the pure terror that washed over him when he woke up to see that his own father was the one who’d hurt him like this becoming too much for him to keep inside--

And she’d listened. She’d held him like he was a child, despite him being fifteen and far too large to fit in her lap, and she’d calmed him. Every night until he’d left to live with Lyn, she’d done this, and eventually he’d been able to get over the sight of the shining metal attached to his body without wanting to saw the limbs off. Now he was... he wouldn’t say “comfortable”, but at least he could stand the sight of them.

Usually he didn’t have an audience when he polished his limbs-- he did it twice a day, to keep them from rusting-- but Myarel sat down next to him this time, and honestly, he didn’t really mind. They bickered and messed with each other, but he enjoyed the demon’s presence, choosing to lean against the older man’s shoulder as he rubbed the rag across his arm.

“Hey...” Myarel rested his chin on the younger man’s shoulder, watching him as he carefully cleaned the crease in his elbow, the place where flesh and metal melded together. He noticed the small shiver in Colton’s shoulders as he did so, and at first he decided against asking his question-- but considering Colton let him get this close, it had to mean something, right?

“Can I see your arm?” Colton looked over to the white-haired man, blinking confusedly as he held out his left arm to him. Myarel snorted, moving his head from the blond’s shoulder. “Not that one, your other one.”

Raising a brow in slight confusion, Colton shifted, turning to face Myarel. He’d already rolled up his pant legs and removed his shoes and socks, revealing the same shining metal that made up his legs from the knee down-- though his feet were facing the floor, Myarel had seen them enough times to know they weren’t like his legs, they were still skin, meshed with metal like the crook of Colton’s elbow and his knees.

Placing the rag on the coffee table, Colton held out his metal arm to Myarel, and the older man gently took it, holding the arm by the back of the forearm. The cool metal was intriguing, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. He looked at Colton’s face, a grin on his lips. “Close your eyes. I’m not gonna do anything to you, you know me.”

The reassurance was unnecessary-- the two had been close for a long time, and they trusted each other immensely, so it took no time for Colton’s eyes to slip shut. Myarel took his fingers and laid them on the metal wrist, gently trailing them up Colton’s arm. At first, there was no reaction, but as his fingers brushed over the tiny crease on the inside of Colton’s elbow-- scar tissue-- the blond’s reaction was immediate. He jumped slightly, fingers twitching as he pulled lightly at his arm. Myarel traced the scar with his fingers, unable to stop himself from chuckling when Colton began to giggle, his nose scrunching up as he pulled Myarel’s wrist away.

“What was that fohor?” Colton was still giggling as he rubbed the tingling sensations from his elbow, and Myarel snickered. “Just testing something... are your knees ticklish, too?”

He didn’t wait for a reply, fingers gentle as he reached behind one of Colton’s knees and ran his fingers across the skin-- again, he got the reaction he was hoping for, but this time his laughter was louder, and the reaction was quicker. He almost got a foot to the chest, but thankfully he was able to teleport to the other side of the living room before the bone-breaking kick reached him.

“Holy fuck, Colton-- you’re ticklish all over, aren’t you?” He wasn’t as concerned as his friend about what could’ve happened, Colton’s laughter having stopped as he stood to be sure the other was okay. “Hey-- shut up! I could’ve hurt you!” But Myarel wasn’t listening. He wasn’t keen on getting kicked again, but he did want to mess with Colton a bit.

“I’ve got a challenge for you.” Colton’s brows raised, and he made room for Myarel to sit down as the demon continued. “If I tickle your knees and you don’t tap out before I stop, then you win.” There was no winning condition-- with any competition between them, there never was. It was friendly competition at its finest, even if it was something as silly as this.

At first, it didn’t seem as though Colton wanted to take the challenge-- and if he didn’t, Myarel wouldn’t force him. But the cyborg spread his legs out so his knees were across the other man’s lap, and he crossed his arms over his chest, gunmetal blues piercing sapphires with their gaze.

“Do your worst.” Myarel placed his hands on the backs of Colton’s knees, and the smallest movement of his fingers was enough to make the younger man tense up like before-- this time his whole body was tense, laughter already pouring from his lips with the barest touch. And yet, he only gripped his shirt with both hands, ducking his head as a blush rose across his cheeks. Myarel kept his knees from bending by sliding one leg over both of Colton’s, making it so the backs of his thighs were against his legs and his knees were over open air. Really, he felt almost like an annoying older brother, tormenting Colton like this-- but he knew the kid well enough to know he enjoyed this kind of attention.

However... like most brothers, he didn’t think Colton was laughing hard enough, or that he actually wanted him to win. So while he kept one hand behind Colton’s knees, he pushed the blond’s shirt up, tickling first around his waist and one of his hips. A loud gasp left Colton’s lips before his laughter kicked up a notch-- surprisingly, he was able to get a few words out before it got worse.

“N-nohoho! Thahat’s cheheheatihihing!” He shrieked as Myarel’s finger trailed across his tummy, jumping as the digit swirled around his belly button-- but he still kept his grip on his shirt, determined to outlast the torment, no matter how much of a cheating bastard his friend was.

“I never said I wouldn’t tickle you anywhere else... you did tell me to do my worst, and this is it.” He wiggled his finger inside Colton’s belly button as he spoke, causing the poor boy to shriek again before falling into silent laughter. Having tickled Colton before, he knew his limits-- and while he was near them, he wasn’t quite close enough. On a hunch, he looked toward Colton’s feet, which were attempting to flail despite his legs being trapped. All it took was a single finger gently running up the sole of his foot, and Colton let out a wheezy screech of laughter, his fist pounding against the couch-- finally tapping out despite how badly he didn’t want to.

Myarel released Colton’s legs, chuckling when the other curled up into a ball, rubbing a hand against his belly to rid himself of the tingly feelings on his skin, giggles still escaping him. “Better luck next time.” The words were said in a gentle, amused tone, and it was clear there was fondness behind them as Myarel ran his fingers through Colton’s hair, lightly scratching at the back of his scalp as his eyes fluttered shut. He pulled his hand away after a few moments, however, not wanting to make Colton fall asleep on the couch.

“You want me to leave you alone? I could get your arm, if you want.” As Myarel picked up the polishing rag, Colton lifted his head to glare at him. “No tickling, or I’ll really kick you.”

Snorting, Myarel moved to sit on Colton’s right side, resting it across his crossed legs and beginning to lightly wipe it down, avoiding the crease of Colton’s elbow as to not make him jump. “You know me better than that.”

As Colton started to polish one of his legs, Myarel finally noticed what the bottoms of his feet looked like-- the very centers of his soles matched the rest of his skin, but nearer to the sides of his feet, they were grayish, though still the texture of his skin. “I didn’t... hurt you when I touched your foot, did I?”

Colton looked up at his friend, shaking his head with a bright smile on his face. “Nah, you’d know if you did. My feet are sensitive, but they don’t hurt unless you dig in. But,” he elbowed Myarel’s ribcage, getting a soft snort in return, “don’t get any ideas.”

Shaking his head, Myarel gently turned Colton’s arm over to polish the other side. “No ideas here.”

They continued their work in a comfortable silence.

[antiquecompass]

So I was HOPING to have 1 complete story and 2 complete ficlets done for @warriorgays birthday today. I don’t know why I plan on anything honestly bc whenever I do my family decides it’s time for massive Home Improvement Projects which take up my days off. I wanted to get SOMETHING up for Alex’s birthday though, so here’s a very long preview of the will-not-end superbowl fic:

A lot had changed in Babe Heffron’s life since 2004. His Philly family had lost a few members, but gained a ton between new babies, a hell of a bunch of in-laws, and groups of folks that just got adopted in along the way. In those years Bill had lost an entire leg, gained a desk job, finally convinced Fran to marry his foolish ass, and started raising three kids. Ralph was an actual <i>doctor</i> now, running one of the Thibodaux Medical Clinics just outside Baton Rouge. Maggie lived with Ralph and Sid in their own place in St. Boniface, working at the clinic there and forging her own path like usual.

 And Babe?

 Babe went from being a bartender to working an actual office job for Nixon Development. He had most weekends and holidays off and a 401k and an actual accountant to handle his taxes now. He was <i>married</i> for Christ’s sake. To a friggin’ <i>doctor</i>. In Louisiana of all places. If he could’ve gone back in time and told his teenage self he’d be settled down, far away from South Philly, with some Cajun doc he’d met during Mardi Gras, he probably would’ve punched himself. He definitely would’ve called Ron to take care of his delusional evil clone.

 And there was no way, in any of his wildest dreams, he could’ve predicted having Merl-Francis as his brother-in-law.

 He was pretty fucking proud of Shelton too. Boy had gone and become a Registered Nurse. They’d done so many study sessions in the middle of the night to past that certification test. They’d held a bake sale outside the clinic to raise the $500 fee just to take that fucking test.

 Merl-Francis got it done on the first try.

 So Babe definitely couldn’t complain about how his life had turned out since last February 2004. 2018, despite the hellscape that had become the world in general, hadn’t been too bad to him so far. He was cautiously optimistic about the year, after having gotten past the normal mourning days around Christmas. It was nearing his anniversary of meeting Gene and the Eagles were in the play-offs. So yeah, things were looking bright and shiny for Babe Heffron. Sure, he was waiting for Ralph to <i>finally<i> admit he was dating Maggie, but that was more fun to watch Spina struggle to come up with excuses for why he couldn’t hang out other than ‘I’m dating your little sister.’ It was amusing as hell.

 And then fucking New England has to fuck up the good year Babe had going for him. Honestly, he should’ve expected it from the Patriots.

 “You look like you’re fixing to punch the tv,” Eugene Sledge said as he looked up from his laptop. “Please don’t. It took Snafu three different trips to pick that one out.”

 “I had to compare the specs,” Merl-Francis said through a mouth of crab dip.

 Gene slapped him. “Close your mouth. Never could take you nowhere.”

 Merl-Francis glared at him. “We at home, Gene-Baptiste. Ain’t no one here not used to me.”

 “We still don’t want to see all that,” Gene said.

 None of the men present understood Babe’s pain. It was the fucking Patriots. Again. If only Ralph and Maggie were here, instead of being all responsible and working. They didn’t get it, this group of Saints fans. They didn’t <i>know</i>.

 “You don’t understand,” Babe said.

 Sledge shrugged and went back to working on his manuscript. “You don’t like the Patriots. A lot of people don’t. Andy’s probably the only one I know who does.”

 “No,” Babe said. “It’s a rematch of Thirty-Nine. I don’t know if I can take this shit again.” He stood up and went to the small kitchen medicine cabinet. “I need all the Tums.”

 Merl-Francis smirked at him. “You got such a weak constitution.”

 “Fuck you,” Babe said as he stepped over a sleeping Kipling.

 Babe’s phone started to ring on the coffee table. Gene reached for it and frowned as he looked at the screen.

 “What?” Babe asked as he shook a handful of Tums into his hand.

 “It’s your dad,” Gene said.

 “Well, answer it,” Babe said.

 “Good evening, Mr. Heffron,” Gene greeted as he put the phone on speaker.

 Joe Heffron sighed. “Gene, when will you just call me ‘dad’?”

 “Sorry, sir,” Gene said.

 His dad sighed again. “We’ll work on it. Where’s my boy? Eating a handful of antacids?”

 “Yes,” Gene said glancing over at Babe.

 Babe made a face at both of them. It wasn’t his fault his stomach didn’t like sports-event related stress.

 “Just like his mother,” Dad said. “Once he’s done choking down chalk, tell him to call me back. We need to know when he’s coming home.”

 “What now?” Babe asked.

 “There’s my boy. You’re coming home for the Super Bowl. You can’t celebrate it <i>there</i>.” Dad paused. “No offense, boys.”

 “None taken,” Gene said.

 “Bullshit,” Merl-Francis muttered.

 His father did have a point. There was just something about Philly fans being at home around other Philly fans. Look, he knew the reputation they had in the sports world. They were the most asshole of fans who did stupid shit like climb poles and flip over cars and throw batteries at opposing pitchers and fall into the penalty box to fight a professional hockey player and booed Santa Claus once almost fifty years ago. And sure things got so bad for a time there the Eagles Court had to be established to deal with all the shit happening at games, but that had been disbanded over fifteen years ago. Despite all that, there was nothing like being around that energy. Even with the actual game in Minneapolis, Babe had to admit that he couldn’t picture watching the game anywhere else but in his parents’ living room.

 “I don’t know if I can get the time off,” Babe admitted.

 Merl-Francis laughed. “You run that office. You can give yourself some days off. Take Gene with you, he needs a vacation.”

 “I have work,” Gene said.

 “Nope, you’ve got paperwork,” Merl-Francis said. “You don’t even practice much medicine anymore, running all the Thibodaux clinics. You got Anna, Renee, Sid, and Bryan to cover your shit. Take a vacation.”

 “You forgot Spina,” Babe said.

 “Ralph and Maggie conditionally asked for the time off if the Eagles made it to the Super Bowl,” Gene said. “I already approved their vacation.”

 Merl-Francis grinned from his sprawl on the couch. “They’ll be there, Mr. Heffron.”

 “I knew I could trust you, Merriell,” he said. “You and Eugene should come up as well. You’ve got to come see our city again.”

 Merl-Francis smiled like that had been his plan all along. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

 “Fuck,” Babe muttered as he threw another couple Tums into his mouth. He eyed the economy sized bottle of Excedrin as Merl-Francis started humming an off-tune version of <i>Fly Like An Eagle</i>. As he started on the second verse Babe reached for the bottle and reminded himself to pack it for the trip to Pennsport.

 <center>**********</center>

 There was a sold period of Babe’s life where he couldn’t go back to Philly. At first it was a question of safety. In the wake of Julian’s murder—and that’s what it was even if people still didn’t want to call it that—Babe was forbidden from setting foot in the city. He couldn’t explain that to his parents, didn’t want them to know everything about Ron Speirs’ more classified business dealings or the shit Babe sometimes got mired in to make an extra buck. And the more people who knew the truth, the more lives were at risk.

 After that issue got permanently resolved, Babe couldn’t return because of his own grief. It was funny, really. Babe’s grief was they excuse they used for so long while Julian’s killers were being hunted down, that even Babe forgot there was a world of truth to it. He didn’t know how deep the roots of his grief had grown, even after years, until he was asked to return to Pennsport and had an actual fucking panic attack.

 He couldn’t make himself get on a plane back then, so they drove, and honestly? Babe didn’t know what he did in his past lives to get Gene, but he was full of immense gratitude to whatever good deeds he accomplished back then.

 After overcoming that emotional hurdle, Babe made sure to visit at least twice a year. He’d just been there back in October to welcome the latest Guarnere into the world and hadn’t planned on returning again until May.

 Babe looked through the storage bins and the closet and realized he’d probably have to buy a winter coat while he was up there. The two he’d owned had already been claimed by Gene and Merl-Francis. Sledge, ever the Boy Scout, already had his own.

 “Well that’s a nice view,” Gene said.

 Babe laughed and wiggled his ass as he leaned over the bin. “At least there’s something you still like about me.”

 “I’m just with you for the life insurance and the tax break,” Gene said.

 “Figure out how you’re going to kill me yet?” Babe asked.

 “I figured with the amount of almond milk you drink I’ll just let the cyanide do its thing. Claim you must’ve got hold of some bitter almonds and made your own homemade glass of milky poison.”

 Babe looked up and had to laugh at the evil smirk on Gene’s face. “That’s horrifically brilliant.”

 Gene shrugged. “I needed something to do at the last board meeting.”

 Gene didn’t like having to play the businessman. He liked being a doctor, it was his calling, but they both knew how important it was to him to make sure lower-income and rural areas had access to decent health care clinics. It was a never-ending battle with local governments and the more religious members of the board who didn’t want to provide free contraceptives, pregnancy tests, or rides to the few Planned Parenthood clinics still in the state, but Gene always won. It was hard to argue with him when he got <i>that</i> look on his face and <i>that</i> tone in his voice.

 “Maybe you need this vacation,” Babe said.

 Gene nodded as he walked into their bedroom. “I was thinking about going down to five days a week too. Apparently there’s benefit in taking more than one day off a week.”

 Babe almost fell on his ass. “Did I just hear you speaking actual common sense?”

 “Fuck you,” Gene said with love.

 Babe grabbed an armful of sweaters and walked over to his open suitcase. “I know what this is about. It’s because you’re turning forty next year.”

 “Fuck you,” Gene repeated. He slipped his arms around Babe’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. “You got enough clothes there?”

 “Half of these are for you,” Babe said. He leaned back into Gene’s embrace and softly laughed. “And Merl-Francis. He’s going to have ten layers on. We’ll be able to roll his ass down the street.”

 Gene laughed in agreement. “Never could fatten that boy up.” His lips were warm when the pressed against Babe’s temple. “You happy?”

 It had been on those little traditions of theirs, to ask this, in the quiet times. The answers differed at times, but it was an honest question for an honest answer.

 “So much,” Babe said. He turned his head to meet Gene’s warm gaze. “So much,” he repeated.

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 After the job that had cost both Bill and Joe Toye a leg a piece, they’d come back to Philly to stay. There had been some bullshit with the Department of Defense, even more with Veteran’s Affairs, and finally they’d just taken jobs with the Nixon Development Philadelphia office. Joe had been officially adopted by the Guarnere-Heffron-Julian-Spina clans. Fran and Bill had insisted Joe live with them, since their place had newly constructed ramps and handrails, and while it’d been a fight, Joe had finally given in.

 The Guarnere home was their first stop. Babe pulled their rental car up to the small strip of concrete that masqueraded as a driveway on the backend of the house. He had insisted on driving, knowing damn well his car full of backwoods country boys wouldn’t survive the trip from the airport without getting in at least three accidents. Babe smiled to himself as he got out of the car. St. Boniface was home, had been for a long time, but there was nothing like the old buildings and decorated front stoops of where he grew up. Green and white flags and Eagles logos decorated damn near everything as far as the eye could see.

 “Uncle Babe!”

 Babe braced himself as Juliana Guarnere came running down the steps at full speed.

 “You gonna dent the car,” Merl-Francis said from where he sat in the backseat, huddled up like he was about to trek the Antarctic. It wasn’t even that cold outside.

 Babe caught Juliana up in his arms and marveled at how tall she’d grown. Seven years old and already half her mother’s size. She had green and white hearts painted on her cheeks which clashed horribly with the faded orange and back Flyers t-shirt she wore.

 “Missed you, Julie,” he said, hugging her tight.

 She gave Babe another hug and then moved on to Gene before waving at Sledge. She frowned at Merl-Francis in the backseat.

 “Is he okay?”

 “He’s cold-blooded like his gator relatives. He’s just conserving his body heat,” Babe said.

 “I can hear you,” Merl-Francis said. He finally slid out of the car. “I assume there’s heat inside your house.”

 “Duh,” Juliana said. She grabbed Babe’s hand and tugged him towards the back door. “Come on! Uncle Joe’s making lunch. Uncle Ralph is supposed to be coming by too. Why didn’t he fly with you?”

 “He had his tickets long before we got ours,” Babe said.

 “’Cause he’s got more faith in the Eagles than you,” Juliana said.

 Babe laughed. “You sound like your grandmother.”

 Juliana laughed as they walked into the kitchen that smelled like ricotta and marinara. Joe Toye was balanced on a stool over the stove, slathering loaves of bread with butter.

 “Look at you all domestic and shit,” Babe said.

 Joe smirked at him and cleaned his hands on the bar towel resting on his shoulder. “I can’t cook much, but this? I’ve got it down.”

 “Smells good,” Gene said. He was looking at Joe with his doctor’s gaze, but probably only Babe and Merl-Francis knew it enough to tell. “Anything we can do to help?”

 “Yeah,” Joe said. “Get out of my kitchen. Go play with the kids. Henry’s teething, just so you know.”

 Juliana nodded. “It’s the worst.”

 “You weren’t exactly a ball of fun,” Joe said. He tugged on Juliana’s ponytail. “You going to stay here? Be my proper sous chef?”

 “Do I get first dibs on the sauce?” Juliana asked, a wicked grin on her face reminiscent of her father.

 “Of course,” Joe promised.

 “Okay,” Juliana said. She waved at Babe and Gene. “You know the way.”

 Gene led the other two out, but Babe lingered by the doorway.

 “Hey, Joe?” he said.

 “You about to start singing some Hendrix at me, Heffron?” Joe asked. “The baby wailing is enough noise.”

 Babe shook his head. Some things would never change. “Just saying, you look good.” He paused and added, “Asshole,” as a parting shot.

 “Watch your mouth,” Juliana yelled after him.

 Babe followed the sound of childish laughter to the living room. Bill Guarnere held court on the couch, little Henry is his lap sucking down a bottle and four-year-old Sofia laughing as Bill made funny faces at her, apparently more entertaining than the Bubble Guppies on the screen.

 Sledge was looking over all the family photographs on the wall, while Merl-Francis had claimed the chair closest to the heating vent. Gene was conspicuously absent.

 “Fran stole him,” Bill said.

 “Already?” Babe said. He held out his hands and took the baby and the bottle. “That’s got to be a record.”

 “We got a new big girl bed for Sofia and a canopy to go with it. The canopy is driving Fran up the wall.”

 “It’s has Elsa and Anna on it,” Sofia helpfully supplied.

 “And it lights up,” Bill said.

 “Jealous you don’t get one?” Babe asked. He shifted Henry in his arms, surprised how much he’d grown since the last time Babe had seen him, and tried not to make a face when he got spit up on.

 “Why do all your children do this to me?”

 Bill smiled, eyes tinged with memories from a lifetime together. “Maybe it’s just a Guarnere thing.”

[misformarvel]

June 18th

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader / Sam Holland x reader’s little sister.

Summary: You flight back home for your little sister’s wedding, where you meet again your old friend and love of your life Tom.

A/N: I wanted to write this for a long time. Is slightly inspired by One Day. I wrote this twice, last night I lost the whole thing before I could post it and got a mental collapse, I cried a lot and everything. 

Warnings: fluffy and angsty AF I mean is a wedding duh. Tom and the reader are around 30 yo here. Also, Y/N is obviously your name; Y/S/N is your sister’s name (if you don’t have a sister invent one or adopt your best friend). C/Y/L city you live (or the city you’d like to live). My writing may suck bc english is not my first language. 

 I think that’s all. 

You arrived at Gatwick Airport at 6 a.m, your parents went to pick you up. Your mum held a big sign with your name written on her pretty handwriting and flowers decorating the corners. You love her so much, even with the whole stress of the wedding she took her time for making something special for you. “Is so good to have you here dear Y/N” your father said, emotionally. “I know is just for a few days but still, is so nice to reunite the family”. You were glad to be home, you left London five years ago and never come back, not even for Holidays. Your parents and siblings visited you at C/Y/L and never mention the possibility of you coming back home because they knew, you needed to heal.

You couldn't avoid it now. The most important person in your life was going to make the biggest step in her life. Your sister y/s/n was getting married. You witnessed her dreaming about this moment since you both were little kids. You knew she dreamed with this for so long. She needed you now. You were so happy when she and her boyfriend Sam facetime you to tell you the news of their engagement. You loved Sam too, he was like a brother to you. You knew him since he was a toddler and saw him and your sister growing up together and falling in love. You knew they'll be happy. They took their time because they wanted to be well settled in life, have a huge fancy wedding with all of their loving ones, buy a pretty house in a pretty neighbourhood where they could start their own family and spend the rest of their days. The time has come. 

Your home smelled to cookies. Your old bedroom was untouched. You stared at the walls. Framed photos of you and your siblings as little kids. Some polaroids glued to the wall. Letters and signs made by your friends from school. You recognized some faces and laughed about some you didn’t even remember the night before the pictures were taken. Smiley drunky faces from nights you couldn’t remember due the razzle. Harrison Osterfield and Tom Holland. Tom. You were going to see him again. A knot tied in your stomach, you lied on your bed, staring at the ceiling and gasped. You heard someone knocking at the door and sat up, rubbing your eyes that betrayed you and started to leak. 

“Can I come in?” your sister said from behind the door. “In a minute” you replied, checking your messed makeup in the mirror. “It’s ok now Y/S/N, come in”. She entered and ran into your arms. You held her as tight as you could, you’ve missed her so much. “Y/N I’m so glad you’re here, I can’t believe it. I mean, I wasn’t sure you ...”. You stopped her “what? and miss your wedding? how can I do that to you and Sammy? No, I’d never”. She held both your hands and you sat on the bed again, she took a place beside you. “I know this is hard for you Y/N, but I’m really glad you came,” your sister said with tears in her eyes. “I know. But you’re my little sister Y/S/N, I could move to Mars and still have your back, always”. You stayed in your room for a while, crying and laughing, till you decided it was time to go downstairs to be with the rest of the family. 

You stood in front of the mirror straightening your clothes. It was one of the few times in your life that you didn’t see any flaws in you. You looked beautiful and felt beautiful. You grabbed your purse and made your way downstairs. You’ve to drive your mum and your grandmas to the chapel. 

Once there you met a lot of friends and family, people you haven’t seen in five years or a little more. You couldn't believe how growth Paddy was, he stood next to his dad. Dom waved at you from the chapel’s front. You smiled at him and the other members of Sam��s family who were with him and Paddy waiting for the groom. You joked about your families finally getting together and he said “yet it’s sad it took so long. You should've become our daughter-in-law years ago, we could even have a little Holland running around the chapel, waiting for giving his uncle the rings”. Your face turned to red, Paddy noticed and changed the subject of the conversation. You couldn’t stop thinking in all those times when Dom teased Tom about you and him being a thing and Tom’s reaction, yelling and slamming doors, apologizing for his dad says, telling you he loved you but not in that way, that you were like a “bro”. 

Your mum held your arm and take you inside the church. There he was, sat in the front row, holding hands with a woman. When you get to the Altair, where you were supposed to be beside your sister, his eyes found yours, you saw a grin growing on his face. That goddam smile. 

“Y/N” Tom whispered. He was standing in front of you now, looking into your eyes, trying to find his Y/N. “I’m so glad you’re here, it’s been so long” he seemed moved by seeing you again. You looked away, to his date, to be more precise. “Grace, c’mere, I want you to meet someone. She’s Y/S/N eldest sister and my best friend from school”. That Grace barely looked at you, and honestly, you were relieved, because the way she looked deleted all the confidence you’d got before leaving the house. She was stunning, totally his type. Tom understood the message your poker face sent him, he sat back on the church bench, his eyes glued on you the whole ceremony. 

You never thought about having a wedding. That was Y/S/N’s dream. And everything went by her plans. Sam looked dashing and the look he gave to your sister when she arrived in the chapel touch everybody’s feelings. Y/S/N was the prettiest bride you’ve ever seen. Your dad walking her through the aisle with tears in his eyes, giving her a forehead kiss before leaving her beside her future husband. You cried as a baby listening to their vowes. They’re your OTP, you’re sure they’re gonna live happily ever after.

Harry was his twin groomsman and you your sister bridesmaid. You’re really fond of him, actually, you adore every member of the Holland family. He was also in charge of the first photoshoot of the lovebirds as Mr and Mrs Holland. You decided to join them and help him with his cameras and the things he got planned for Sam and Y/S/N.

“Do you know how much you’ve hurt him?” Harry told you, his eyes still glued to the camera lens. “When you left without saying goodbye, denying him the possibility to get in touch with you, never coming back”. You were shocked by the anger in his tone. You remember being like his big sister, he was hurting you with his words. And actually, you couldn’t understand why he was telling you that. “I hope you’re happy with your revenge, you made him as miserable as he did you,” he said before leaving you frozen and alone. 

The reception looked like something out of a fairy tale. The first ball of the happy couple as husband and wife was a soft version of Can’t take my eyes off of you played by your sister’s best friend band. It was a very emotive moment, but after the party got started and everyone had so much fun. You weren’t in the mood for a celebration but it was your sister’s wedding, so you made your best effort to have fun and danced along with everyone, even with that annoying aunt that asked you why weren’t you married yet and what were you waiting for having children. 

At some point, your heels were killing you. You were looking for a place to sit and Nikki, Sam’s mother, waved at you from her table. You sat at her side and you talked about your years out of the city, how much your life has changed since you left, how you rediscovered yourself and found your dream job. Nikki asked you if there were someone in your heart, and your heart crunched. You told her you were way too busy to even think about having a relationship. Nikki gave you a gentle smile, as she knew the truth behind your lies. 

You went out for a drag. From the roof of the building, you had a magnificent view of the city you love and missed so much. Coming back home was what you needed to admit how much it hurt you to be so far away. You felt a warm hand on your cold bare shoulder. You turned around to found those deep brown eyes looking at yours like seeking something lost and hold dear. Before you could even speak his lips pressed yours in a passionate way but also charged with anger and sadness. The hand that was on your shoulder was now copping one of your cheeks, and the other travelled to your waist, pulling you closer. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry about everything, I’m so sorry for acting like an idiot my whole entire life”. You were astonished, speechless. 

“I, I shouldn’t bring her, I mean, Grace. I barely know her but I, I heard you were coming and I went so mad, so so mad. Why did you leave me Y/N? It’s been five years without even replying a text or calling me back”. He held you tight, he talked with desperation. “I went after you and saw you with that bloke and I realized I lost you. And it pissed me off so bad Y/N, I wanted to forget you, I wanted to hate you but I can’t”. 

What the fuck was he saying? Why it took so damn much for him? You went away because you were tired of pretending to be his “bro” or the wingwoman who got him hookups. You loved him and he made things pretty clear then, he didn’t care about you in that way. 

“I can’t do this,” you said taking his hands off of you and leaving him alone on the roof. You took a cab and head to the airport. Your mum could pack your things and send them to you. You flight back to C/Y/L that night.

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[hynohtz]

11 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MY ASS

Okay ffffffffine. I was tagged by a couple of Roomfriends to complete one and I feel nothing but incredibly loved right now. I don't usually do these things but - this has been a fun one to get to know my buddies with so WHY NOT?! Honestly, this is not hard bc .... well, I'm weird. Bwahahaah!! I'm also not shy, especially when it comes to difficult conversations of confrontation. Buckle your seat belts. I'll try not to make it hardcore but all things are what make us , us , right?? I have enjoyed getting to know the fandom and feel like sharing, if it's with the right intentions, can only ever do good. Right? We'll see... Yeesh 😬 1) I'm a proud Lefty. It's cool functioning on the right side of our brains, in creativity and problem solving. It's not cool however when you have to dine at a large table or try to cut ... well, anything with a pair of scissors. I had a permanent pencil/ pen stain on my side palm for my entire school life. lol I assure you I am not from the devil. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard and I'm not particularly kind to those who have changed their children from left to right for these reasons. You'd be surprised how many, and how many ppl are AMAZED that you're a lefty. I swear it's about the equivalent of telling them you were a virgin. The wide eyes and gaps .. lol 2) I was an opera major in my undergrad. I say that as if I went on to get more degrees but I didn't hahaahaha. ( wait I can't stop laughing ) ..... Yes. I hold a Bachelors of Music in Vocal performance from Peabody Conservatory of Music of Johns Hopkins University @tuxedos-are-not-suits yup. No, I don't do it now. Funny thing about opera... you kind of have to like the city or traveling and if ur in just the chorus, it doesn't pay the bills. Insurance is also with the Union ... hrumph. I sing where I can, weddings, funerals, stage, and hold the occasional theater podcast or YouTube lessons (bwahaha, Roomfriends.) 3) I can't dive. I never learned. I found out the hard way had an eighth grade pool party with all the cool kids in my new hot two piece bikini, that placing both hands on your head in the manner of a shark fin and squatting to only then fall in the water ... is not diving. Feet first. Always. 4) I got to be the "surprise" witness in court to a man who was a notorious date-raper around campus and was counter suing his own victim for defamation of character. You should've seen the asshole's face when I showed up that day. Proud to tell the whole court and judge that I would've been one of his victims if I hadn't gotten away from him and called the campus shuttle to pick me up. I said "your honor, there is no counter sue needed as I was happy to tell everyone male and female months before this poor victim that he was dangerous, possibly mental, and to stay away from him." God that was an awesome day. I didn't tell my parents till 5 years later , for fear that my father would hunt him down and kill him 😂 5) I can talk through my nose. I don't think it's amazing but apparently everyone and their mother at a party does... lol I can say the ABCs and sing with my mouth closed. It's my stupid human trick. People love that shit for some reason... 6) I once lived with 3 guys in an apartment just like Jess. They weren't as cute , ( nor was I ) and ruined my furniture and left dishes rotting in the sink, ....but I look back on that experience and smile for the couple of mos it was a reality. Guys will do anything to protect and support the chick they live with. It's almost like a brother/sister thing. Maybe that is where my love for 4D comes from? 7) one night "my boys" went out drinking and left me at home alone. A man got into our apartment and then into my bedroom. He fired a gun behind my head to scare me and tied me up. He didn't hurt me but said he would if I screamed again. He took all my family heirloom jewelry ... and my trust in strangers. He made me lay on the bed on my stomach and left me to ransack the apartment. I made the decision to go over to my bedroom door close it and lock it in hopes that maybe if he came back to get me ...he would give up. The plastic phone that was on my bed was easy to get off the hook and I dialed 911 with my tongue. I subconsciously continued to recite the Lord's Prayer , even though I was not "saved" at the time. By the time the police had gotten there in about six of the longest minutes of my life, he was gone. The sound of the police radio was like heaven's choir singing to me. They then untied me and I dropped to my knees crying and the woman policeman told me to my face "we expected to find you dead." It's not pretty, and it took while to get over... but it makes me, me. 8) my two front teeth are veneers. yes. fake. I was born with the "Madonna" gap my mama had as well and I hated it. Almost every day I would try to place my white gum behind my two front teeth so I can make it look like they were too large teeth that went together seamlessly. When I was 15 and my mom was 40 something, we both got veneers, together. I will not disclose how many times I have cracked or chipped them, and on what foods. Let's just say I have the "teeth falling out dreams" all the time, and I don't have a great time in black lighted bars and clubs 😬 9) I was in an abusive marriage before I was reunited with my wonderful hubby. I didn't listen to the warning signs or tell myself the truth and went ahead with it, even though the first time he laid hands on me was 3 mos before the wedding. I was in a loveless and disrespectful marriage for 1.5 yrs. At the third time ( too many) I grabbed the dog and got the hell outta dodge ( or GA ). I keep some of the photos in a box in my closet, so I can tell my daughter about what every woman deserves and that we should always be honest with ourselves. She will always know and understand the true reasons you marry someone. Life isn't perfect, but it's makes me, me. 10) I say "reunited with my hubby" because kids, the fact is, my husband dated my best friend in college. I always thought he was the cutest and funniest and most caring boyfriend that she had ever dated, and when she broke his heart I thought she was friggin nuts. But God has a bigger plan. Nikki's suite mate in college asked her the first day why she had a picture of "Molly" on her desk and she said that's my best friend and the suitemate replied my mom works for her moms preschool. We were friends together for a long time. Fast forward to 10 years later when Nikki has 3 kids, Steph has two and I'm divorced and crying myself to sleep in the bathtub because all of my guy friends are married or short and bald, ....and my future hubbys mom moves ACROSS THE STREET from said Suitemate. She called me. I sped over and ... history was made. He's just as adorable today as he was when we were 19, and I adore him every day. We have two beautiful children ( a boy 3 and a girl 7 ) who are my world, and I thank God every day that fate revealed itself to me. 11) I was/AM a fierce daddy's girl. My father passed away when I was eight and a half months pregnant with my son. He had been sick with stage 4 lung cancer for 6 mos and in and out of the ICU. I watched him die on 9/29 and it was the most difficult and most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I was able to tell him everything I loved about him and that I will miss him every day of my life. It's been 3 years and I still cry almost once a day. My son is named after him and I will take great pride in teaching him about the man that never got to hold him. I occasionally see him in dreams... but let's be honest, it's never enough. Hug your daddies if u have them on earth still... for me, pls. If you see me preaching about the dangers of smoking, get mad. I don't care. No one else needs to die this way. Especially not those I love. F it. Shit. That's all? I could go on and on ... lol mmkay 11 random facts. Done. Please still be my friend, k? I hope instead of tagging everyone again, some followers will just do it... yasssss do it. You know u want to, and you know you can't be as fucked up as me, right?!? so just go for it!!! Hahaaha PS I love my Roomfriends Love and Life, Molls