#i just realized my life is changing rapidly

[eviesaurusrex]

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Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

request: ok I had an idea, idk if you gonna approve it. Thought abt reader having a pregnancy scare, and of course scaring the shit out of Tony and Steve, 'cause like imagine Stark thinking he'll be a grandfather hahahahaha. Well in the end was just a scare and reader is kind of relived, because bringing a baby into this superhero shit is complicated, but at the same time she's kinda sad, cause maybe this baby was just the beginning of a happy life with her lover Steve

word count: 4.6k

warnings: pregnancy scare, talks about the menstrual cycle, anxiety, established relationship, internalized misogyny (kind of), fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of sex, but also a tad of sadness, talking about the future, family planning, Tony (yes, he is a warning), my inability to write endings, not entirely proofread

author’s note: This request is from @imadeadpoett and I was really excited about it, then life came in the way lol. I don’t know if this is any good, but here we fucking-finally are. This request is super old (almost 3 years, whoopsie), but I was in such a Steve-mood, I just had to complete it anyway. Enjoy! The dividers are by @enchanthings-a and @strangergraphics <3

It couldn't be.

She stared at the calendar on her phone, eyes unmoving, thumbs hovering above the screen's glass, not ready to allow realization to sink in. The highlighted week lay forgotten in the past, the color screaming at her, reminding her of something significant that hasn't happened, asking question above question.

It wasn't unusual for her to have her period late—her cycle wasn't the most reliable, especially not when work almost toppled over her and putting her in a position of sleepless nights and weeks filled with stress. Her rising and boiling anxiety every time Steve changed into his suit, adorned his shield, and went on a mission only contributed to it all. But being this late? It couldn't be.

Steve.

The thought of him made YN flinch, her heartbeat kicking up, the sound of blood rushing in her ears all-consuming. She hadn't thought about him until this moment. What would he do? What would he say? They had never discussed a potential future filled with a house, a dog, and kids, not with all the world-ending events they had faced in the past years. There had never been the perfect timing for such a conversation, never found a quiet moment to ponder on those thoughts and wishes. Did he even want to have kids? Did he want to become a father? Could she even have his babies without complications caused by the serum running through his veins?

"Oh God…," YN whispered, barely above her breath, blinking rapidly to keep the rising tears at bay. Her hands had started shaking, the phone screen had turned black at the lack of interaction, her breathing labored as if she had taken all the stairs in the compound. Cold sweat started gathering at her hairline, and a single droplet rolled down her spine, making her shiver in the most uncomfortable of ways, her thoughts running a mile a second.

Would he leave her? Would he hate her and never talk to her again? Would he demand her to have an abortion because he couldn't stand the thought of procreating with her? Did he even love her? What was she supposed to do?

A big, gentle, warm hand rested on her lower back, making her flinch once again at the contact, this time in surprise, and her wide eyes found Steve's handsome face looming right next to her. He crouched beside their bed to be on eye level with her, baby blue eyes darkened with worry, his forehead creased just as much. His other hand found its natural spot on her thigh, and as he squeezed it softly, the first tear escaped her fortress and rolled down her cheek.

"Hey, darlin'," he greeted her with that soft tone of his, thumb erasing the stray tear. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" YN felt her bottom lip quiver, knowing how much she worried him. Gosh, she loved him so much it almost hurt. "I am so sorry." The broken whisper was the first thing escaping her, eyes now filled with unshed tears waiting to be spilled. Steve's hand on her lower back had started lovingly rubbing her back—up and down, up and down��in soothing repetition. "I didn't know I was mad at you," he tried to joke with an attempt of a smile on his lips that quickly vanished when her bottom lip quivered even more, and the first hiccuping sob forced its way out of her body. "Okay, love. I know, bad timing. I'm sorry." His hand squeezed her thigh again, kissing her shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong, what you're sorry about, and we can fix it, okay? Everything will be all right."

Did he really believe that? Would he look at her with the same look in his eyes when she spilled the catastrophic truth? Would he still be crouching next to her, trying to comfort her? Or would he end up running and packing all his stuff in order to escape this massive pileup, vanishing right in front of her eyes and leaving her with the anxiety running havoc in her body?

A body she perhaps didn't occupy alone any longer.

Her heart skipped a handful of beats at that thought, and she knew she had to tell him. Right now. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not in two weeks—now. And it scared the hell out of her.

"YN, nothing will be too much to handle, I promise. I will stay right where I am, pretty girl." He always knew what to say at what moment, what thoughts ran through her head and made her palms sweaty and her hands shaking—and he always knew how to soothe her being. She could not live without him anymore; the thought alone was almost unbearable. So, instead of sticking her head into the sand, YN took one deep, steadying breath, nearly choking on another fearful sob, before speaking up and uttering the one sentence that could change their lives forever.

"I am late."

Glancing up from her interlocked fingers—her phone had been dropped onto the soft duvet at some point—to Steve after those words, she waited for a reaction, watched his features morph in the seconds of processing the simple three-word sentence, which wasn't simple at all. His blue eyes were still trained on her face, still watching her, but his brows were furrowed in confusion, his soft lips slightly parted in shock, his cheeks first flushing before his face was drained of its color—probably as realization sunk in. It broke her heart to witness all of it, and tears started to threaten her eyes again. "I am so incredibly sorry, Steve," she dared to whisper into the dense silence of their shared room, feeling the guilt burn inside her like acid. It had been her responsibility, after all—she was the one with the uterus, she was the one with a cycle cursed by some entity, she was the one who took the contraceptive despite not knowing if it would even work in the presence of enhanced sperm of a super soldier. Bruce hadn't been sure either, still tinkering with Dr. Cho, both making the couple promise to always use condoms—which they had.

Always.

Every single time, they had gotten intimate.

With one exception…

Steve seemed to come to the same conclusion because his eyes widened, and immediately, he shook his head violently. "No. No, YN, it's not your fault. There are always two people involved, darlin'—you and me. I am just as much responsible as you are, maybe even more so. You did nothing wrong, I am not mad, and we will manage everything that comes in the future, okay?" His hands had cupped her face, his thumbs softly caressing her cheeks and wiping away every remnant of a tear that dared to leak out of her eyes. "You're really not mad?" She needed to ask, needed to make sure she heard correctly. Steve smiled softly and kissed her cheeks. "Of course not, pretty girl. Just as you're not mad at me for not thinking of that condom when you swept a poor soldier off his feet in your stunning dress."

Tony had thrown a party for Pepper's birthday, and after not seeing Steve for several weeks due to back-to-back missions, she had wanted to make him drool—for them to end in one of the closets like a pair of horny teenagers surely hadn't been part of her bingo card for that night, let alone for Steve not having a condom on him. She could scold her horny past self for ignoring it and for thinking they could dodge the bullet.

"I practically jumped you in there," YN mumbled, almost ashamed of her actions, and let Steve pull her onto his lap after he had found his spot leaning against their headboard. She curled into him, savoring his inhumane warmth, and watched him just as closely as he did, but he still wore a soft smile on his lips while she was still on the verge of tears. "And I pulled you into the closet, not even wanting to make rounds and small talk—like a caveman. You can't blame yourself, sweetheart. It was a team effort." His voice was so soft and still infused with the same warmth he had shown her since day one that YN slowly relaxed into him, slowly not expecting the worst outcome possible.

She leaned into his palm when the blond cupped her cheek once more, his eyes raking over her face, searching for something. "What should we do now?" Her question came out quietly but calmly, despite her heart still racing in her chest and the panic still clinging to her. "What every couple does in such a situation, darlin'," he returned with a reassuring nod and kissed her forehead lovingly. "Do you have something here or do we need to head to the med bay?" Ever since the move, they couldn't just head down the block to their favorite Target, and it bothered her now even more than usual because if they went to the med bay, they had to record whatever they took for inventory purposes. And she didn't want anyone to know, anyone to find out. Not yet, at least. She still wasn't sure what to think of this herself.

Her expression seemed to say everything Steve needed to know because he kissed her lovingly on her lips, pecking the soft, plump flesh several times after, making her stop biting her bottom lip anxiously. "It's all right, love. We can wait until they're all done with dinner," he suggested in a whisper, and YN could only nod at that, snuggling closer into his arms and into his chest, sighing deeply when his strong arms wrapped even tighter around her. "Are you hungry? Anythin' hurtin' or symptoms showing?"

Even while they sat in such a storm of emotions—she knew it affected Steve just as much as herself, her ear pressed to his chest could listen to the rapid gallop of his heart—he still thought about her first, never letting anything step in the way of how he cared for her. It warmed her freezing body and anxious heart, and once more, YN had to ask herself how the hell she had gotten so lucky. "Sweetheart," the soldier whispered when she didn't answer and blinking, YN slowly shook her head. "No, not really. The hunger, I mean." Did something hurt? Did she miss any symptoms except for her traitorous bitch of a period? "And no, I don't think so. My period is just missing." Like a damn child in an IKEA store. "On second thought, I think my breasts are a bit tender." It had bothered her the last couple of days because YN had initially thought her bras went to war against her while being in the midst of a project with a deadline speeding up toward her.

Steve pressed yet another lingering kiss to her forehead, taking away more of that stubborn tension still remaining in her body, still bothering her, still reminding her of the unknown future ahead of them. "We can work with that," the blond murmured softly into her hair and gathered her body closer to his—if that was even possible—and one of his hands started to gently rub her back again. "Do you want to talk about it?" The quite loaded question pushed YN to look up into his blue eyes, worry and uncertainty mirroring hers right back at her. "I'm not sure what we or I should say, to be honest," the Stark whispered, immediately feeling like the biggest coward of this century, like the most insane woman ever experiencing this situation.

She knew they had to talk about it—they had quite a handful of topics to discuss. How would they handle a positive test? Would they keep the baby? Could they even keep it—super soldier serum and all? Were they even ready for this sort of commitment after they hadn't even tackled the topic of their future before this disaster of a day they now had to face? YN knew she would spend the rest of her life with the man from another century because, despite the fact that she could count her exes on one hand, she knew Steve was it. He was her endgame, and she desperately hoped she was his as well.

And despite knowing all of that with a clarity that scared her back into a shock-like state, the Stark couldn't bring herself to acknowledge all these points in the face of uncertainty. Perhaps it would be easier when they had clarity, when they knew what would await them in eight or nine months. Or perhaps she just didn't want to face the possibility that she had royally screwed up just like her father when her mother had dropped her on his Malibu doorstep and disappeared forever.

"That's okay, sweetheart," Steve spoke softly, his hand cupping her cheek anew and kissing her lips lovingly. "We don't have to talk about it until we know the facts. And even then, we don't immediately have to jump to the topic. I am entirely okay with letting the information sink in first before we look for answers. Yeah? Whatever you're most comfortable with, honey." She blinked against the gathering tears in her eyes while she watched this incredible man going along with whatever she wanted, whatever she desired most in this weird and unexpected situation. "I don't deserve you, Stevie." It got almost drowned in a small hiccup escaping her with a single stray tear that was quickly erased by Steve's thumb catching it on her cheek. "Nonsense. It's the other way around, YNN." He nudged her chin with his finger, making her show a weak but growing smile before pulling her favorite fluffy blanket around them and kissing the crown of her head while getting comfortable.

"Whatever happens in the next hours, I'll always be by your side, love."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Staring down at yet another pregnancy test, YN felt on the verge of tears again, as if she might break down entirely in the next few seconds if the universe didn't stop trying to give her a heart attack.

They had snuck down into the medbay almost an hour ago while the rest of the team either enjoyed a night out or a cozy night in, all scattered around the compound and far away from this part of their home. Employees had said their goodnights for today, so they were the only two people in the southernmost wing, overlooking the glittering lake just outside the windows. And ever since entering the sacred halls of Dr. Cho and Bruce, YN had lost hope bit by bit—because every damned test showed both positive and negative.

Steve rounded the partition wall with a glass of water, blond brows furrowed just like hers. "Again?" He even sounded as indignant as she had only a couple of seconds ago. With a huff, she pushed the stick toward him, watching him bending at his waist to get a closer look at the traitorous piece of plastic, and exhaustion settled into her body.

Exhaustion and fear because, as of now, she clearly had to ask Dr. Cho for a blood test, and then, everyone would know sooner rather than later. She wouldn't even have time to consider her options before everyone would have one, bombarding her with questions to which she didn't know the answer.

YN wanted to run. Far away from here to sit out the storm someplace quiet.

"Hey."

Steve had crouched down in front of her where she had dropped onto a rolling stool and wrapped his hands around hers, dwarfing them while doing so, and quickly, he kissed her knuckles one by one, his thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles into her skin. "We don't have to do it here, YNN. We can just as well find a gynecologist in the city and let them do a pregnancy test." Already preparing to agree to his plan, YN opened her mouth, and then…—

"A what?!"

Ice-cold shock drowned her body when her father's voice echoed through the quietness of the medbay, and his very being appeared right next to the pushed-back partition wall, bone-deep shock evident on his face. Tony Stark rarely got shocked, and if someone achieved this feat anyway, he usually was quick to cover it up with a joke and his well-known sarcasm. But now? He was as white as the wall in his back, his eyes as wide as saucers, and his lack of words as jarring as possible.

Steve was already back on his feet, one hand settling on her shoulder to squeeze it in warm reassurance while trying to handle Tony—his future father-in-law if things would go as he had planned without hinting it for YN to pick up on. "Tony, let me explain…—" The soldier started, never feeling as scared in his life as he did now in the face of the man whose approval he wanted to gain the most because he knew how close these two were. He had picked up on it since his first day in the team and knew ever since how hard he had to work for it in order to be tolerated at best.

"No, no, no. You don't explain shit to me, Capsicle. This is not happening. This is a dream. A glitch I stumbled into. Simple as that," Tony shot back, looking around him to find the aforementioned glitch, which was nowhere to be found in the pristine environment they sat in. His brown eyes settled on the couple, dark brows furrowed, face morphed into a kind of displeasure YN had never witnessed before, and it made her sick. She never wanted to disappoint the man she loved almost more than life itself—right next to Steve—because that wasn't their dynamic. He had always been the proud father despite their rocky start, about which she gladly barely held any memories, and she had always been the proud and perfect daughter without feeling the pressure of having to be perfect. Tony would love her either way, she knew that. But this? In his eyes, she did what he had done all those years ago when he had knocked up her biological mother and had to live with the consequences of such actions.

Swallowing drily, YN wrung her hands in anxious movements. "Dad, this is… it's not what it looks like." A skyscraper-high lie, and still, she couldn't hold the words back. "It's not what it looks like? Are you shitting me right now, YN?" The older Stark inhaled and exhaled deeply but still couldn't get a grasp on his emotions. "It seems to me that you two haven't been cautious enough, unlike you promised not only to Dr. Cho and Bruce but also to me! It seems to me that you two didn't doge this bullet because you two were too caught up in whatever you did—which I just don't want to know, for heavens sake—and this is now the outcome." He huffed in disappointment and shock, staring both of them down and making them close their mouths one at a time before shaking his head. "I thought you wouldn't end like me, kiddo. I really thought you'd be smart enough not to try to make me a grandfather ahead of my time. Damn it!"

Careful, YN glanced up at Steve with a questioning rise of one of her eyebrows and watched his features morph in their quiet exchange before she looked back at Tony, who stared at the ground at his feet. "So…," the woman started, making her father look up again. "You're… mad? Disappointed?" She couldn't read him, not today, with her very own emotional turmoil still running havoc inside her. "Disappointed? No, I'm not disappointed, bumblebee. Shocked? Certainly. Befuddled? Most definitely. I have never regretted you, you know that. But I will be mad for a while because I am way too young and too much in my prime to be the grandfatherly type. I won't have life advice sessions with the little one, and I won't ever wear grandfather's clothes, are we clear?"

Without thinking, YN moved and wrapped her arms tightly around her father, pressing her cheek against his chest and letting out a deep breath she didn't know she had held. "There, there. No need to cry, kiddo." Tony patted her back and pushed her hair back with his other hand, nudging her chin and wiping away the stray tears. "Just… be more careful next time. We don't need a bunch of mini super soldiers running around here and forcing me to child-proof the entire tower, hm?" Nodding with a shaky exhale, YN looked between Tony and Steve and let the man exchange her from one to the other, morphing into Steve's side and feeling relief seeping into her body at the heavy sensation of his arm around her shoulders. "Be a blast, FRIDAY, and let Helen know we need her down in the medbay," Tony spoke, and the tower's AI immediately went to work. "I need a drink. Let me know when… you know." With that, the man vanished, mumbling in disbelief to himself until his voice echoed off in the hallway. The couple shared a long look, words unnecessary for the time being.

"Have you ever thought about being a dad?"

YN spoke the question softly into the quietness of their room. They lay on their bed, meeting in the middle, face to face, fingers laced together, warm breaths mingling in the space between them. Steve watched her intently, blue eyes roaming her face before he was pulled back to her eyes as it had been ever since the soldier had first met her.

"I never had a reason to think about it back then—I wasn't particular a ladies' man." She rolled her eyes playfully at the obnoxious wiggle of his brows, making her giggle nonetheless. "So no. At least not until I asked this stunning woman I met at work out on a date, and she gladly accepted the question of this poor soldier, who knew she was way out of his league," Steve continued with a soft smile, and her breath hitched. "I knew if I ever wanted to have kids, it would be either with you or no one at all." Tears threatened her eyes again, and YN sniffled quietly, blinking against them. "You really wanted to have a family with me?" She couldn't believe what had wandered through his mind without her suspecting a thing—usually, she was so good at reading people. "Of course, sweetheart," Steve smiled then, pulling her closer and kissing her soft lips. "I know I'm not your first love, but I always intended to be your last, you know?"

Her heart ached oh so beautifully at his whispered confession, making her emotional all over again, and forced her to take a deep, steadying breath when Steve asked the question in return: "I know your upbringing wasn't the most normal, but have you ever thought about…?" YN sighed and pressed her lips to his fingers she held in a tight grip, eyes locked with one another. He was right—she hadn't had the best of starts in this world and a rocky upbringing, and she knew it still haunted her in some way or another. "I don't know if I would make a good mother because I never had the proper role model for it. Maybe I would suck so bad at being a mom that our child would hate me. But I know what a mother shouldn't do, so maybe I could compensate for that?"

Pepper came too late into their lives to make things right before they had turned downhill, but YN knew how a mother should act from the years during her teenage years, during which she had Pepper at her side, so maybe… "It's a learning curve, sweetheart. No one is perfect from the start," he soothed her, pulling her flush against him and wrapping his arms around her. "We will be all right whatever the test result will say. It will be difficult and a huge adjustment, but I'll do everything I can to be as present as possible." He would bench himself and let Sam take over if that was the thing they needed for the best possible outcome of this uncertain situation.

The sound of an incoming message relieved YN from answering for now, not really knowing what to say to this perfect man she had the fortune to call hers, and with trembling fingers, she fished the phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. Sharing a look with Steve, she gained an encouraging nod, and with yet another deep inhale, her finger opened Helen's message with the test results attached. Eyes jumping over the black letters and written words, realization sank in, and a sob escaped her.

"Woah, hey. Hey, hey, darling," the blond whispered. Without questioning the meaning of it all, he just pulled his girl into his strong chest, wrapped his body around her, and shielded her from the world. YN still held onto her phone, pressing it against her chest, almost cradling it while tears rolled down her face and sobs filled their room. "It's all right, darling. Everything will be okay. We will manage. We will do whatever you want, whatever you decide, my love. We can keep the baby or think about other possibilities to…—"

Shaking her head, YN gently put her fingers over his lips, forcing Steve to grow quiet in the middle of his loving reassurance. "It's negative." At that, the blond had to blink slowly, trying to get behind all of it before he seemed to come to a conclusion, and realization grew in his features. "Oh, YNN…" She tried to smile under the still-flowing tears and softly shrugged, almost helplessly. "I don't know what came over me," the Stark started to explain. "The thought of building a family with you is just so… and then I thought 'Maybe this isn't so bad after all', and I started to-to hope, and then it was negative, and I am relief, I am so relief, but I'm also…" Another sob escaped her, the inner turmoil almost unbearable in its intensity.

"YN, darlin'. Look at me." His warm, big hands cupped her cheeks again, nudging her to look at him, and his loving smile started to mend this sudden emptiness in her. "There is my pretty girl." Holding tight onto her, the soldier didn't allow her to look away again, to pull into herself again. "We have so much time, so much of our future together. This won't be the last time we'll wait for a pregnancy test result—and next time, it will be intentional and only filled with joy, okay? This is not the end, sweetheart, I promise."

A shaky breath escaped her at that, and with a quivering lip, YN had to reassure herself. "Really?" And Steve smiled, kissing her with all the love he felt for this incredible woman in his arms. "Really. Whenever we're ready, we'll try, and I promise you, I'll get you knocked up in no time." That tickled a laugh out of her, making her shake her head at his teasing antics. "You are unbelievable, Steve Rogers," she smiled as she wiped away the tears, forcing a grin on his lips. "And still, you love me," he retorted teasingly but turned serious when YN kissed him and nudged his nose with hers.

"That I do."

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[woozinhos]

can i request experienced reader x virgin!chan and reader didn't expect him to be that big so they constantly praise chan on how good he made them feel ><

Show me how you like it|| Lee Chan

Notes: first fic of the day Wooo woooo hehe enjoy my freckles

You had always been the one in control, knowing exactly what to do and how to make your partners feel good. But when Chan entered your life, everything changed. You didn't expect him to be so... big. As you straddled him, feeling his cock pressing against you, you realized that he was going to be a challenge.

"You're so big," you moan, rubbing yourself against him, "I've never felt anyone like this before." Chan blushes at your praise, clearly not used to being the experienced one. He grips your hips, helping to guide you as you slowly sink down onto him.

"Take your time," he whispers, watching your face with a mix of lust and concern. "I don't want to hurt you." As you adjust to his size, Chan begins to move his hips slowly, testing the waters. Each inch of him feels like it's stretching you to your limit, but the feeling is so intense and satisfying.

"You're doing so well," you encourage him, your hands running up his chest. "You feel so good inside me, baby." Chan's eyes darken at your words, and he starts to thrust up into you with more confidence. "You're perfect," he breathes out, his hands moving to grip your ass.

The slow pace allows you to fully appreciate every inch of him, and you moan in pleasure as he hits spots you didn't even know existed. "Keep going just like that," you gasp, your body responding to his every move. Chan's movements become more deliberate as he focuses on making you feel good. His inexperience is evident in his eagerness to please, but he's a quick learner.

"Show me how you like it," he whispers, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrusts upwards. "Tell me what feels good." You guide his hands to your breasts, arching your back as he begins to play with your nipples. The sensation makes you clench around him, and he moans in response.

"Right there," you gasp, grinding down on him harder. "Just like that, you're hitting my spot so perfectly." Chan's confidence grows with your encouragement, and he starts to thrust faster, his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions. As Chan picks up the pace, you can feel your orgasm building once again. Your moans become louder, more desperate, and you start to babble praises.

"You're such a fast learner," you manage to get out between gasps. "No one's ever made me feel this good before." Chan groans at your words, his hips snapping up into you with renewed vigor. "I want to make you cum," he says, his voice hoarse with need. "Cum for me, Y-N."

The sound of his name on his lips pushes you over the edge, and you come hard around his cock, screaming his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Chan whimpers at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, his own orgasm approaching rapidly. His movements become erratic as he chases his high, his grip on you tightening.

"I'm gonna cum," he gasps, his eyes squeezing shut. "Can I cum inside you?" You nod frantically, still riding out the aftershocks of your own orgasm. "Yes, please," you moan, clenching around him again to help him reach his peak.

With a final deep thrust, Chan buries himself inside you and cums hard, his body trembling as he fills you up with his release. He collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. You collapse on top of Chan, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he presses gentle kisses to your forehead.

"That was amazing," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "You were so good for me, Y-N." You smile against his chest, feeling completely satisfied and content in his arms. "You were amazing too," you reply, nuzzling into him. "I'm glad I was your first."

Chan blushes at the reminder, but he can't help but feel proud that he was able to make you feel so good. He tightens his hold on you, knowing that this experience has changed everything between you both.

[imaggots]

i understand the want to sleep naked in silk sheets in the cold. i wosh to be a cold piece of meat in a freezer thats not freezing

[cranberrymoons]

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[f1girliefics]

Cute Things & Fast Cars

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: You’ve always been a mature, level-headed woman but there’s one thing that makes you crumble, cute stuff.

Lando has always known you to be the level-headed one. The mature one.

When things get stressful, you’re the calm voice in the storm, the one who reminds him to breathe, to focus, to not let frustration get the best of him.

You keep him grounded.

If he’s a whirlwind, you’re the eye of the storm.

There’s one thing that completely shatters your composure.

Anything cute.

The first time Lando noticed it, you were walking through a shopping district in Tokyo.

He had been mid-sentence, talking about some ridiculous thing Carlos had done when you suddenly froze.

Your eyes widened, and your lips parted slightly as you stared into a store window. Lando followed your gaze.

A tiny plush cat with a round face and stubby little paws.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t move.

You just stood there, staring at the plush like it had personally called to you in a dream.

Lando had never seen you look at anything like that before. Not even him.

“Babe?” He nudged your shoulder. Nothing. “Hello? Earth to my very responsible, very serious girlfriend?”

Still nothing.

He smirked. “I think I just lost you to a stuffed cat.”

That finally snapped you out of it.

You blinked rapidly, as if shaking yourself free from a spell, then shot him a glare, a rather weak one.

“I wasn’t staring that hard,” you muttered.

Lando grinned. “You were about three seconds away from pressing your face against the glass.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him along, pretending like it never happened.

But Lando? He did not forget.

After that, he started noticing.

Every time you passed a shop that had cute figurines, plushies, or mascots, you stopped.

Maybe only for a few seconds, maybe a little longer if something really caught your eye, but you always did.

At a Grand Prix in Singapore, you paused in front of a vendor selling tiny keychains of local cartoon characters.

In Italy, you slowed down near a bakery that had cakes shaped like little animals. And in London? He caught you staring at a ridiculous oversized bear in a storefront, hands tucked into your pockets, trying to act like you weren’t affected.

It was adorable.

And it was dangerous.

Because Lando couldn’t help but love the way your whole demeanour changed in those moments.

How your usual restraint melted into something soft and unguarded. How, even when you tried to act unfazed, your eyes still lingered.

So, of course, he started using it against you.

“Babe,” he said one afternoon in Monaco, nudging you toward a shop filled with Sanrio plushies. “Look at that.”

You immediately turned your head, only to realize what he was doing.

You glared at him with fire in your eyes.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He feigned innocence.

“You’re trying to distract me with cute things.”

“Is it working?”

“No.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you still looking?”

You huffed and turned away, but not before he caught the tiniest twitch of your lips.

Yeah. You were hopeless.

And Lando? He was even worse.

Because now, every race, every city, every time he saw something unbearably cute, he got it for you.

Tiny keychains, little figurines, plush mascots from different Grand Prix locations.

And the best part?

You never refused them.

No matter how much you tried to act indifferent, no matter how much you groaned whenever he handed you yet another cute little trinket, you always kept them.

And once, when you thought he wasn’t looking, he caught you arranging them neatly on your bedside table.

Lando was whipped.

So, when he returned from a race weekend with a life-sized stuffed bunny in his arms, and you stared at it like it held the secrets of the universe, he just smirked.

“Go on,” he teased. “Pretend you don’t want it.”

You shot him a sharp look. “You’re the worst.”

“Uh-huh.”

But when you took the bunny from him, clutching it just a little too tightly, Lando only grinned.

Yeah. He won.

[lilianne-tarot]

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This is BIG ENERGY. Like, "your life is about to pop off, and you don’t even see it yet" kind of energy. First up, we got The Empress, HELLO, divine feminine energy, abundance, and glowing-up-in-ways you don’t even realize vibes (this card is one of the best in situationslike these). This tells me that you are stepping into a MAJOR era of self-worth, creativity, and straight-up receiving what is meant for you. Whether you’re manifesting love, success, money, or just being THAT person, the Empress says, “It’s coming, babe, and it’s gonna be amazingg.” You might not even be actively trying to manifest these things, it’s just that your energy is aligning so well that the universe is like, yep, here you go! (No crumbs, full meal.) BUT we also have the Judgement here. Now, THIS is the wake-up call. The clarity moment. The "oh sh*t, that’s why everything was happening that way" realization. A lot of you might be going through a phase where you’re looking back at your past and feeling like things are finally making sense, why certain relationships didn’t work, why you had to go through those L, why you’ve been feeling so drawn to new things lately. So if you’ve been feeling kinda introspective, maybe questioning your path, maybe getting random signs from the universe. this is why. And now we have 8 of Wand, aka, the "FAST FORWARD BUTTON." This tells me that whatever you’re manifesting is not creeping in slowly, it is COMING IN FAST. Some of y’all might have already been feeling this shift. Maybe things in your life suddenly started moving quicker, new opportunities popping up, sudden changes happening, people coming out of nowhere. The energy here is SPEEDY, things aligning rapidly. (Also, random, but some of y’all might be getting sudden travel opportunities or long-distance connections being activated ). Finally, 4 of Wands, THE CELEBRATION CARD. Whatever you’re manifesting, it is leading to joy, stability, and even a major milestone moment. Some of you are literally manifesting a life upgrade, this could be moving, getting into a dream school or job, entering a healthy and stable relationship, or finally feeling at home within yourself. This card is giving “you made it” energy. Some of y’all might not even realize you’re on the path to manifesting a dream life moment, but spirit is like, SURPRISEEEE! 🎉

If any of this is resonating, congrats, you are literally aligning with something huge, and you might not even be seeing the full picture yet. But trust me, it’s coming. 🚀

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Alright, Pile 2, let’s talk. You might not even realize it yet, but you are literally aligning with a whole new chapter, one that’s about emotional renewal, deep self-discovery, and finally getting the support you deserve. Let’s break it down.

Starting with The Hermit, and WOW, okay, this is BIG reflection energy. Y’all have been in self-discovery mode, whether you meant to or not. You might be isolating more than usual, questioning everything, feeling detached from old connections, or just vibing alone a lot. Maybe feeling like, why nothing make sense? But here’s the thing: this isn’t just about being introverted or withdrawing from people. This is about a major internal shift, your soul is literally calling you to go inward because you’re about to level TF up emotionally and spiritually. The Hermit isn’t about loneliness, it’s about elevation. You may not see it yet, but everything that’s falling away is making room for the right people, opportunities, and emotional experiences to enter. And that brings me to the Ace of Cups, because BABE This is big heart chakra energy. You are manifesting an emotional reset. Whether it’s new love, renewed self-love, healing, or finally feeling emotionally safe, the Ace of Cups is telling me your heart is about to be FULL again. Some of you have been feeling empty or emotionally exhausted. i see a fresh start for you people.

(Also, random, but if some of y’all have been having crazy vivid dreams or getting random emotional moments, that’s your intuition waking up.....pay attention.)

Some of you keep looking back at something that was already meant to be left behind. You are manifesting forward movement, but your energy keeps glancing in the rearview mirror. Lastly, we got the 3 of Pentacles, and this is so interesting because it’s a very different vibe from the rest of the spread. While The Hermit is about being alone, and the Ace of Cups + 8 of Cups reversed are about emotional healing, this card is all about collaboration, teamwork, and building something with others.

I see that You’re manifesting the right people. Whether that’s soul-aligned friendships, a healthy romantic partner, creative collabs, or just finally feeling like you have a support system, this is confirmation that you won’t have to do it all alone forever. Your people are coming, and they’re going to actually SHOW UP for you.

Your message? Trust the process, stop looking back, and be open to receiving. What’s ahead is 10x better than what’s behind you.

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PILE 3, you’re out here casually shifting timelines without even realizing it. 😭✨

10 of Cups is THE ultimate happiness, soul-aligned relationships, emotional security, “I made it” energy. This is what’s aligning for you RIGHT NOW. But here’s the catch, you might not even see it yet. The universe is literally trying to serve you your happy ending on a silver platter, but are you even at the table?? Listen, love, you’ve been standing at a crossroads for too long, universe is seeing that. There’s a decision you’re either avoiding or feeling super stuck on. You’re second-guessing, hesitating, maybe even self-sabotaging. You say you want new experiences, but when the opportunity actually presents itself, you freeze? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. You’re manifesting a big life shift, but hesitation is slowing down the delivery.

queen of pentacles is the card coming through like a concerned bestie who knows you’re not drinking enough water or getting enough rest. Be honest, are you neglecting your own needs?Your manifestations NEED you to be in alignment. If you’re burnt out, overworked, or neglecting your well-being, you’re basically slamming the brakes on your own blessings. Take care of yourself so your manifestations can actually land. knight of wands comes and here’s where it gets spicy. This card is a fireball of movement, passion, and bold energy. Whatever you’ve been craving something. whether it’s a person, a career move, or a fresh adventure, it’s on its way FAST. This is not a slow-burn manifestation; this is “strap in, babe, it’s happening. The energy is here. The drive, the passion, the opportunity. it’s all aligning. The real question is: will you be ready to receive it?

Bestie, you’re on the verge of something major. Your manifestation is already here, but your energy needs to match it. Prioritize yourself, make the move you’ve been afraid to make, and let the show begin. ✨

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

elegiac lamenting - r. itoshi

the clicking of rain outside carved through the silence of the apartment like art.

itoshi rin never considered himself as someone who particularly enjoyed loud noises or talkative people, but right now, he wanted anything but your quietness. you stood in front of him, your head down and your the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

“continue what you said from before.” you whispered, finally breaking your silence. “what you were about to say at the bar before i stopped you and we left.” you shuddered at the memory; rin had just lost a game today, so maybe it would have been better for you to have shut up. but no, little old you just had to try to comfort him by acting stupid.

you acted out-of-place, but rin’s words were just as unforgivable.

rin’s eyes narrowed before his fists clenched. “you’re so damn annoying.” he hissed out. “it was a mistake dating you. you came into my life promising that you would help me recover from those shitty words that my older brother spoke to me from all those years ago, and yet you only made my life worse. distracting me from soccer, making me do stupid things with you, clinging onto me and expecting me to treat you like some god, you ruined my life. i can’t believe i ever dated you.”

for a few moments, silence once again leapt around the room, excluding the taps of the rain. “you never complained. never said a word. never told me that you didn’t like what i did. and for the record, i never promised to help you recover. i only told you that if you needed me to help, then i would have tried. i never expected you to treat me like some queen, and treating me decently was fine. that’s why i never complained about our relationship. but if you’re unsatisfied with this and you’re going to do nothing but point out my flaws that im more aware of than anyone else, then we can’t don’t this.”

a clap of thunder came right after your words. “well, clearly i am.” rin snapped back. “i can’t believe i spent five years calling you my lover.” and you can’t help but realize that’s right. that it’s been five years since you were both sixteen. that you were both twenty-one now. who knew that you would end up like this with him?

you looked up at him, burning tears finally stinging your eyes. you bit down on your lip harshly, holding your tears back, although the tears that glazed your eyes blurred your vision. but it pained you, it pained you that the only thing that you could clearly make out through your blurred vision was the teal color of sea glass. rin’s eyes, the ones that you fell for.

“alright then.” you choked out. “got it. i just…never mind.” you picked up your jacket from the couch, shoving it on. “you can mail me my things back.” and right before exiting the door, your grip on the door shaky, you finally released your final words to him.

“goodbye, rin. i love you.”

you turned the doorknob and left.

and the moment the door slammed shut, the rain began pouring heavier by tenfold. rin stood there, alone in his humid apartment, his eyes fixated on the mahogany door. he crashed onto the couch, a hand going up to run through and grab his hair harshly. he bit down on his lip, nearly drawing blood. he knew that he shouldn’t have said that; it wasn’t even the truth, why did those words escape his lips?

and now he’s lost you.

thunder once again clapped outside, and perhaps it was the world mocking him. perhaps it was the gods finding it funny. perhaps it was just mother nature’s cruelty. but this rain would change rin’s life forever.

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rin woke up with a sharp ache in his lower back. he groaned, rubbing his eyes and stretching. shit, he let himself go off schedule. he checked his watch; 8:21 AM. He was supposed to be at practice right now, dammit. He pushed himself out of the couch, rapidly brushed his teeth and changed clothes, and got ready to go out before he saw something on the table.

your phone.

you must have left it here yesterday, although rin didn’t realize why you didn’t just come back to retrieve it. you had spare keys, after all. but he just sighed; another thing that he needed to give you. he opened your phone through your password—the day you both met—and checked the location of you through your watch.

he expected to see the familiar details of your address, but what met his eyes was practically the opposite.

KAMAKURA GENERAL HOSPITAL

what.

screw practice, he had just won a match yesterday. he shoved the front door open and ran down the apartment building’s stairs. hands gripping the steering wheel, he ran through the events of last night before sighing.

please, you better be okay.

you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.

please.

i didn’t mean what i said last night. any of it.

please.

im sorry.

please.

i love you.

finally, he rushed into the hospital, reaching the front desk in no time and his eyebrows knit together. he stayed quiet for a few moments to catch his breath before speaking. “y/n. are they here? where are they? are they okay?”

the two nurses at the front desk exchanged glances. “and your relationship to the patient?” one of them piped up.

rin’s lips dried up. he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, but he would have no chance of seeing you if he said that he was your ex-boyfriend.

“…friend. im their friend.”

the two nurses exchanged glances again before one of them nodded and shot rin a pitying look. she walked out of the front desk area and led rin upstairs before opening a door.

inside, you sat up on the hospital bed. rin sprinted over to you and kneeled down next to the bed, his hand squeezing yours. he panted, his eyebrows furrowing. “are you okay? what the hell happened?” you ignored him completely. in fact, rin didn’t even know if you realized he were here. your eyes are fixated on the wall in front of you, irises unmoving and only blinking every now and then.

your eyes didn’t have it’s usual brightness. the one that brought light into itoshi rin’s cold, dark life.

“they are currently in a vegetative state. they can’t respond to stimuli.” the nurse began, sighing. “it was an especially rainy night yesterday, and they got into a car accident on the road. they suffered irreversible brain damage.”

nonononononononononono—

rin’s eyes widened, his breath hitching and his heart stopping. the nurse looked down in sadness. “i apologize, but this is usually fatal. even if they do survive, they’ll never be able to live regularly ever again.”

rin’s hands began to tremble, and slowly, warm tears began to brim at his long eyelashes. “no…” he whispered.

the love of his life. the one who lit up his life like no one else. the one who he knew and knew him better than anyone else. his soulmate.

you would never be the same again.

rin’s head dropped, sobbing into the hospital bed. he knew that if any one of his fans saw him like this, he would never be able to go outside in peace again. but he couldn’t give two shits, not when the love of his life is like this.

rin then went on a break for one year and six whole months.

no one knew where the hell he was. he didn’t pick up any calls. he didn’t play in any of pxg’s games. he didn’t even go to practice, for fuck’s sake. his pr team had made up the excuse that he wasn’t in a good physical condition, but that was just pure bullshit, and everyone knew it.

on february 14th of 2024, your heart rate monitor went still.

everything went by in a blur for rin.

black outfits and a picture frame of you. marigolds and chrysanthemums. prayers and blessings. but rin couldn’t help but notice the biggest change in his life.

the world was just so dull and colorless without you.

pallid and gray. the color of rain, the very rain that took you away from him.

after one more year of grieving, on february 14 of 2025, itoshi rin finally continued his soccer career. but this time, with a change. he always wore a heart shaped locket everywhere, even to matches. his hardcore fans recognized it as his lover’s favorite necklace, but they haven’t been seen in over a year and a half, so everyone had just assumed that they had broken up.

ITOSHI RIN’S RETURN MATCH: FLOP OR FORGIVEN?

PXG VS BASTARD MÜNCHEN - THE FAMOUS ITOSHI RIN’S RETURN

everyone in the stadium could see the difference in rin’s play style.

his moves were so beautifully passionate, so full of emotion. so full of love and yet, so full of sorrow.

his style of playing was almost like a confession of love.

“AND ITOSHI RIN MAKES A COMEBACK AND SCORES THE FINISHING GOAL! PXG WINS, 4 TO 3!”

everything was a blur to rin as he held up the heart locker. usually, this would be embarrassing and absolutely humiliating for him to do.

but not this time.

he pressed a kiss to the cold, heart shaped metal, and he looked up at the sun with such incredibly soft and loving eyes.

“this is for you.”

@levihanmyotp 😈😈😈

[holyblonded]

return of media day | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: you are about to drop your first signature cleats with nike and they decide to do a joint shoot with alexia

warnings: rfef mentioned 😐

notes: this was extremely cute y’all. it’s a bit short but i couldn’t think of anything else to add. tell me what else yall want to see with this series!!

You were already half-asleep in the car on the way to the shoot, having just landed back in Spain after international break. Nike hadn’t given you too many details about today, just that it was important and you had to be there.

So naturally, you showed up in a hoodie, sweatpants, and slides, looking like you had just crawled out of hibernation. You walked onto set, rubbing your eyes, only to freeze in place.

“There’s no way,” you muttered, blinking rapidly.

You turned away, rubbed your eyes again, then looked back to confirm you weren’t hallucinating.

“ALE!”

Alexia barely had time to react before you full-speed sprinted at her and jumped, forcing her to catch you mid-air. Alexia let out a surprised grunt as you crashed into her, legs wrapping around her waist like some kind of overly excited koala.

Her first instinct was to scold you, but an involuntary smile spread across her face as she held you. “You’re so dramatic.” She huffed, adjusting her grip to keep you from sliding to the floor. “You do realize I’m not a crash pad, right?”

You ignored her, squeezing tighter. “I knew I wasn’t hallucinating.”

“You thought you were hallucinating?” Alexia chuckled, finally setting you down.

“I’ve been awake since five a.m., Ale. I didn’t even know where I was going today. Nike just shoved me into a car and told me to smile.” You pulled back slightly, holding her shoulders as if to make sure she was actually real. “And then I see you? My brain short-circuited.”

Alexia smirked. “Understandable. Seeing me is a life-changing experience.”

You lightly smacked her arm. “Don’t make me regret missing you.”

By now, everyone on set had stopped what they were doing, watching your reunion with varying degrees of amusement. A cameraman filming the behind-the-scenes content caught the whole thing, likely already thinking about how to turn it into a dramatic slow-motion edit.

“Wait—” Alexia suddenly furrowed her brows, looking around the studio. “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” you repeated, blinking. “Why are you here?”

Alexia gave you a deadpan look. “I work with Nike.”

“Well, so do I,” you shot back, placing your hands on your hips.

A pause. Then, ever so slowly, the realization dawned on both of you.

“Oh my god,” Alexia exhaled, eyes widening.

“No way,” you whispered dramatically.

“You’re the shoot?” Alexia asked, pointing at you.

“And you’re part of it?” you gasped, pointing right back.

“Did neither of you read your emails?” one of the Nike reps finally interjected, rubbing their temples.

You and Alexia turned to them, completely unapologetic.

“Absolutely not,” you said in unison.

Alexia shook her head with a fond smile, draping an arm over your shoulders. “Well, I guess this just got a lot more interesting.”

You grinned. “And a lot more chaotic.”

The Nike rep sighed, muttering something about “athletes and their aversion to reading”, before motioning for the crew to resume setting up.

Meanwhile, you leaned into Alexia, still grinning like an idiot. “Hey, Ale?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you miss me?”

Alexia rolled her eyes, pulling you closer. “Unfortunately.”

The interview started off smooth. Professional. Standard media day questions.

The crew had set up the cameras, the lights were bright, and the atmosphere was lighthearted. You and Alexia sat side by side, answering questions about the new cleats, the upcoming season, and your goals.

Then, someone asked, “How would you describe each other’s playing styles?”

Alexia hummed, tilting her head thoughtfully. You turned to look at her, fully expecting a compliment, maybe even some poetic analysis of your skills.

Instead, she casually dropped, “Estrella is… chaotic.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

“But effective,” she added, holding up her hands like that softened the blow. “You never know what she’s going to do next. It’s terrifying.”

You scoffed. “Wow. That’s crazy. You know, I was gonna be nice, but now?” You turned to the camera, shaking your head in mock disappointment. “Alexia is a control freak.”

Alexia gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest like you had personally insulted her entire family. “I am not a control freak.”

“Oh, you so are.”

“I just like order,” she defended, crossing her arms.

“You demand order,” you corrected, smirking. “Everything has to go exactly how you see it in your mind, and if someone does something unpredictable, you short-circuit for a second before trying to control the chaos.”

Alexia opened her mouth, then closed it, then sighed. “Okay, maybe. But that’s a good thing.”

You snorted. “Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, Capitana.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes playfully before turning back to the camera. “Well, since we’re being honest, I stand by what I said, chaotic, unpredictable, borderline reckless—”

“Hey!”

“—but effective,” she repeated, laughing.

You turned to the interviewer, pointing at Alexia. “This is why she stresses me out.”

Alexia raised an eyebrow. “You stress me out.”

The media crew was loving it. The interviewer barely held in their laughter.

“Alright, so if you had to pick one word to describe each other’s playing style?” they prompted.

Alexia didn’t even hesitate. “Unhinged.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “That is so rude!”

“You’ve literally nutmegged someone while tying your shoe,” Alexia shot back. “I rest my case.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Fine. If I’m unhinged, then you’re bossy.”

Alexia smirked. “I am your captain, you know.”

“And I am your problem,” you teased back.

The media crew burst out laughing as Alexia groaned, throwing her head back.

“You are a menace.”

“And you love me.”

Alexia sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Unfortunately.”

The interview wrapped up, but the banter continued as you walked off set.

“Chaotic?” you muttered. “That’s crazy. I bring excitement.”

“You bring stress,” Alexia corrected.

“Same thing.”

“Absolutely not.”

You smirked. “Admit it, though. You love playing with me.”

Alexia gave you a side glance, shaking her head. “I tolerate it.”

You grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “I’ll take it.”

Everything was going smoothly—well, as smoothly as anything involving you ever could—until it was time to officially start the photoshoot for your signature cleats.

You stood in the center of the set, cleats laced up, lights shining, the Nike crew prepped and ready to go. Just as they were about to start, you clapped your hands together.

“Wait, hold on,” you said, making everyone pause. “Before we do this, we need to discuss the name of my cleats.”

Alexia, sitting off to the side watching, sighed deeply, already sensing disaster.

The Nike reps exchanged nervous glances.

“Alright, so,” you began confidently, “I was thinking we call them The Menace Ones.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

“No,” Alexia said immediately.

“Okay, okay,” you continued, undeterred. “The Chaos Touch?”

“No.”

“The Ankle Breakers?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Nutmeg 3000?”

“Please stop talking,” Alexia groaned.

You turned to the Nike crew, hoping for support, but they all seemed too afraid to challenge Alexia’s authority.

“Fine, fine,” you huffed dramatically. “I’ll be normal about it.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced.

For the next twenty minutes, you behaved. You posed, dribbled, and shot dramatic looks at the camera like a professional. Everything was going perfectly.

Then came the first break and you disappeared.

Five minutes later, you returned, dressed head to toe in an Adidas tracksuit. The entire room fell into stunned silence.

Alexia’s eyes widened in pure disbelief as she stared at you. “No.”

“What?” you said innocently, adjusting the collar of the jacket. “We’re on break.”

“TAKE THAT OFF,” Alexia demanded, already storming toward you.

“I just thought I’d switch things up—”

Before you could finish, she grabbed your arm and started dragging you toward the changing room.

“You are going to get us both killed,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

“You have to admit it’s a little funny,” you said, barely suppressing your grin.

Alexia shot you a glare. “You are lucky Nike likes you.”

“And you are lucky I love you enough to go change.”

Alexia sighed heavily, releasing you with one final warning look. “If you come out in Puma next, I’m leaving.”

The camera zooms in on your cleats as you spin them in your hands, running your fingers over the details. The black leather shimmers slightly under the studio lights, gold speckles running along the sides like stars scattered across the night sky. The laces are a deep navy, and the sole glows with a metallic silver finish. A rich purple fades into the black near the heel, blending seamlessly like the sky at dusk.

You smile softly, tilting the shoe toward the camera.

“These are the Estrella 001s—my first signature boots with Nike,” you say, voice filled with quiet pride. “The name comes from my nickname, Estrella, which means ‘star’ in Spanish. But it’s more than that.”

You turn the boot over, showing the gold lettering on the back heel tab, where Estrella 001 is printed vertically in a clean script.

“For me, stars have always meant guidance. I used to look up at them when I felt lost, like they were the only things that stayed constant. They remind me of my past, my struggles… everything that made me me.”

The camera pans over the subtle red and yellow stitching near the tongue of the cleat.

“This is for where I come from. Barcelona, Spain,” you continue. “I might not play for Spain anymore, but it’s still my home. It’s where I fell in love with football. Where I met the people who shaped me. I’ll never forget that.”

You flip the boot back over, running your thumb over the inside, where a tiny phrase is stitched in white.

“It says, ‘Siempre pa’lante.’ Always forward. That’s something Ale taught me when I was going through a tough time. I didn’t always believe it, but she did. And now? Now I do too.”

You set the cleat down and glance toward the camera, a small smile playing on your lips.

“But I wouldn’t be here without my family. My real family.”

Your eyes flick over to Alexia, standing off-camera.

“When Ale took me in, she gave me something I didn’t think I’d ever have again. A home. A place to belong. Someone who loved me without conditions.” You pause, voice thick with emotion. “She didn’t have to, but she did. And I’ll never be able to thank her enough for that.”

The camera smoothly shifts toward Alexia, who is very obviously blinking back tears, her lips pressed together tightly as she tries (and fails) to hold it together.

You grin. “Are you crying?”

She sniffs, shaking her head. “No.”

You smirk, standing up and walking over. “She’s crying.”

“I’m not—”

Before she can finish, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. She exhales sharply, but her arms immediately come up to hold you close.

The camera catches the soft, warm moment between you two.

“You took me in,” you murmured. “You didn’t have to. But you did.”

Alexia’s arms tightened around you. “You were mine the second I saw you.”

You squeezed her tighter, voice thick. “Thank you for loving me, Ale.”

She kissed your forehead, whispering softly. “Siempre pa’lante, mi niña.”

[winterzsurprise]

A New Beginning || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: You tell Miguel that you're ready to have a child with him.

Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, breeding kink, unprotected sex, big dick Miguel, creampie, vaginal fingering, brief blowjob scene, soft sex that turned rough later on, Miguel kinda whimpered lol.

Period is gone and came the asexual lil shit who can't write smut anymore lmaooo. I have two other plots just waiting to be finished (something about being paralyzed by his venom and needy sex after a death scare) but aaaaaaaaaaa. This is so shit, I apologize lmao.

mi vida - my life || cariño - honey || mi cielo- my sky (correct me on this please)

“I think I’m ready.”

Miguel didn’t respond for the longest time, focused on frying the vegetables. Clearing your throat you tried again.

“Miguel? I think I’m ready.”

“For what exactly? What trouble are you brewing up again?”

Sensing his dedication towards completing his task, you grew doubtful of your decision of dropping the news to him. 

Miguel, always tuned in to your moods even without seeing you, immediately turned off the stove and turned to face you with crossed arms at your prolonged silence.

“Alright, what is it?”

Now seeing the permanent frown in his face, you wondered if he’s even as ready as you are. Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider society and a chronic over-worker, you could see him putting his job first as the protector of spider people since he sometimes does it with you.

But you’ve seen how his eyes lingered a little too long on Mayday and Peter B whenever they visited. You’ve seen him replay clips of a future that doesn’t belong to him and watched him mourn over a child that never existed in this universe.

Having a kid with both of your features…

It doesn't seem like that bad of an idea.

“I’m just… thinking about kids you know?”

The twitch in his eyebrow betrayed his uninterested expression. “Oh? What about them?”

“I think I’m ready for one.”

Tensed silence immediately filled the room, locking your throat close as you waited for a change in his stance with bated breath. You saw the surprise flash in his eyes but he made no move to indicate his interest in the subject. 

If it wasn’t for Mayday, you wouldn’t have thought about bringing a child into a world where she'd have parents from two separate dimensions, both superhuman and known as saviors of the world. Not to mention, while being an active crime fighter in your own universes which is not an ideal occupation for a pregnant woman.

Even then, you had your IUD removed a few days ago when you returned to your world for a visit and only today did you guys had the time to bond.

As you linger in the silence, regret starts to crawl up your throat. Maybe it's a stupid decision after all...

His sigh sliced through the thick atmosphere before his voice did. “Are you sure?”

Miguel, no matter how unsure his voice sounded, had a hungry look in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about it for so long and... I think I’m ready now.”

You swear you could hear the clock from the living room tick beside you as you wait in anticipation. 

tik!

tok!

tik!

tok!

tik!

Miguel reached behind to remove his apron, crumpling them like a paper ball and tossing them to the side before crossing the distance between the two of you with one large step, hands surging to cup your cheeks to pull you in for a deep kiss.

You melted in the soft plushies of his lips, hands rising to tangle themselves into his hair. 

His hands wandered down to your rear, tapping it rapidly and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist before proceeding to walk blindly to the bedroom, relying solely on muscle memory.

Miguel’s lips melded with yours smoothly with years of experience, his taste familiar in your tongue. Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging him closer as the door opened behind you.

It didn't take long before you hit the softness of your bed. His body dwarfs yours in every way and the realization never fails to send jolts of pleasure down your spine.

There's greed and desperation in Miguel's hands as he tore through your shirt and bra, freeing your breasts that pebbled with goosebumps from the cold air. Despite the hunger and rush in his movements, his touch is the softest it has been in a long, long time since the needy sex from months ago after a death scare.

His fingers found your stiff nubs and pinched them, sending sparks crawling over your body, stirring your nerve endings awake. Miguel's lips parts from yours to pepper kisses down your skin, leaving warmth in its wake.

You quickly made work of his top, pushing it over his head before he latched onto your skin once more like a bloodsucker.

"You're so pretty, mi cielo." He groaned, kneading your mounds together. "I lose my mind just thinking about your tits growing full with milk for our kid." 

You couldn't suppress the shudder racking your body at the mention of having your own child, together. A low moan left your lips and Miguel's hand wandered lower to tug on the bands of your shorts and underwear.

"You don't mind this one, yeah?"

"Rip it off."

He didn't need to hear it twice, the sound of fabrics tearing off into two echoed in the room and plant both your legs on either side of him, leaving you bare for him to see. Sitting back on his heels, he admired his work as he caressed your inner thighs with small circles, a promise of what to come.

"As much as I want to eat you up, I want to see you falling apart my dick more."

You nod feverishly, sighing as deft fingers found your clit to roll in tight circles, occasionally scooping down to spread your wetness around your folds. Heat explodes from your abdomen, spreading across your body as pleasure slowly ricochets inside you.

His finger enters you, curling up to caress the spongy part of your walls and you moan. Miguel spared no time adding another digit inside you, picking up a fast pace and your body arched, hips twisting to follow his ministrations.

But before the pressure in your abdomen builds up, he pulls away to your distaste.

"Fuck…" You whined.

"Stop whining and get on top of me. I wanna see you bounce."

He slipped off of his pants and boxers, tossing it to the side before switching positions with you. You reached down to his hardened length, pumping him leisurely while he ran his calloused hands up and down the meat of your thighs.

You eyed the clear pre-cum erupting from his tip with every pump with fascination. Miguel's hands tensed on your thighs as a warning yet you bent down to lick off it off. A salty taste explodes in your mouth and Miguel grunts, nails digging into your flesh.

"Mi vida..."

"You're such a mood killer." You said, earning yourself a pinch in your thigh and you giggled.

You positioned his intimidatingly huge dick directly under you and with a deep breath, you let the tip sink into you. It's barely in and you're struggling with his girth stretching you wide open. Seeing the struggle in your face, Miguel rubbed circles on your hips.

"You can do it, baby. You know you can take me in."

With the slight pushing from Miguel, you eased him in with a mewl. He feels deeper and fuller this way and you gasped at him, nudging more of him inside.

"Fuck..! You're so deep..! I c-can't—"

"You can and you will. I'll make sure you do."

"P-please... Ah!"

Surrendering your control to him momentarily, he gladly took up the mantle. Your mind grew fuzzy at how full he makes you feel and it pleased Miguel to no end to see you drunk on his cock. Reaching up to your neck, he pulls you down for a dizzying kiss.

You whimpered into his mouth as he gained some speed, nudging the roof of your uterus, keeping your mouth hang ajar, spouting gibberish and noises of absolute ecstasy. His hands roamed your body with the greed of an explorer in a new land yet tender as if handling a feather whilst you tugged hard on his locks.

"You feel so tight around me. God, you feel heavenly." He grunts as he drives himself in your heat.

Your body grew feverish as your heart grew fuller from the softness of his touches and kisses. The knots in your abdomen twisted tighter, your impending climax arriving a little early.

"I-I'm close…"

"Give it to me, come all over my dick. I want it all."

Picking up speed, you cried onto his shoulders as he plummets into you hard. Your hips grew erratic as you followed the intensity of his thrusts, his hands grabbing the globes of your ass to guide your heat onto his. 

"Come for me, cariño."

Your whimpered whispers of his name filled the room as you tip closer to the edge.

The knots in your abdomen unfurl and you come, trembling on top of him with a shout. He grunts as the tightness brought by your end, hugged his girth firmly. His hot pants fanned your ears as your climax encouraged him closer, the sound of his pleasure sent sparks throughout your body and swells your chest with pride.

"Take all of me, baby. You want it yeah? Want me to fill you up real bad? Want me to breed and knock you up?"

"Yes yes yes…! I want it please please please!"

Miguel protectively wrapped his arms around you as he came, exploding and painting your insides white with a deep groan. His arms only tightened around you, forbidding you from leaving.

Flipping you both, he sits up to stare at where you both connected with lust clouded eyes. Pulling out, you groaned at the feeling of his seed pulse out of you and Miguel clicked his tongue.

"You're wasting them."

Scooping them up, he plunged them into you and your thighs twitched from the intrusion. You let your eye close as your soul slowly settles back into your body, exhaustion weighing your eyelids shut.

The sound of wet squelch of his fluids mixed with yours burned your cheeks and you forced yourself to focus on the feeling of his fingers plunging his seed back in, pleasurable albeit a little painful.

Miguel halts, only to bring your legs up to your shoulders, stirring you awake from your momentary rest to meet the wicked gleam in his dilated eyes as he pinned your thighs down and loomed over you.

"Don't even think of sleeping tonight or tomorrow. We haven't even started."

[lunaticli8rarian]

hey-i found another thing that's really interesting.

so like, june is wrong, 8ut more right than ever. and jade is right 8ut more wrong than ever. it is recommended listening that you put on free8ird while reading this, as it is what was listened to on loop while writing this. here i'll even give you a youtu8e link. https://youtu.be/0LwcvjNJTuM ok so like, even though i picked (YOU ARE COMING) first time around, (YOU ARE NOT) is so f8cking interesting. i've read and reread it multiple times solely for the fun of it. i'm a sucker for drama.

let's narrow down this medit8tion to the two characters in question. jade and june. they're the most interesting in this exchange o8viously. jade is staunchly against going to the meat timeline to let the kids go to sgrur8, anti-meat. while june is jazzed a8out the idea of a fun adventure. pro-meat.

8ut there's a hidden feature of this convers8tion. can this adventure 8e good at all. no and yes. reflected 8y jade and june respectively.

jade thinks this adventure's gonna suck. at 8est it'll 8e a fun lil' romp that'll just dump them out 8ack where they started with no real change made. at worst it's gonna 8e damaging, traumatizing, and still spit them 8ack out with the pro8lems they had when they went into it.

and june thinks the adventure is where they all thrive. that domestic life is the worst possi8le thing and it sucks and they kill people if are left to their own devices. "too much freedom is a 8ad thing."

let's start with where jade is right. jade is easily right 8ecause yeah no, june is kind of a directionless dimwit who doesn't really know what she wants. she does not have the tools or language to even define what she wants, much less achieve it. anything she sets her mind to falls apart rapidly. a light flowing 8reeze of a person.

a stark contrast to the rest of the candy cast, who i would say know exactly what they want. jane; genocide. karkat; not genocide. rose; suicide. roxy; keep the peace no matter the cost which includes the cost of a genocide. goals they may not 8e a8le to perfectly vocalize 8ut are a8le to follow and achieve on earth c.

this gets into why june is kind of wrong, 8ut mostly right without realizing it. cuz she's a dummy who can't vocalize what she's thinking properly and will carry these pro8lems with her no matter where she goes. 8UT!

june NEEDS this adventure. she needs it 8ad. she has had 20 f8cking years in domestic life, no change has 8een made. the metaphorical second she chose domestic life, she was shackled into the role of father and hus8and. then divorced hus8and. if she was going to transition in a domestic life, she would've done it already.

domestic life shackles june eg8ert. the home itself is what makes her stuck. it traps her. this LIFE traps her woefully. the circumstances and everyone's expect8tions on her, literally the sh8t jade's talking a8out where she has to "suck it up for the sake of others" is choking the life out of her soul.

do you remem8er the closest june's ever gotten to cracking her egg? cuz i remem8er it clearly.

IT WAS WHEN SHE WAS ON A FUNNY LITTLE GUIDED ADVENTURE WITH VRISKA! where like 80% of our understanding and reading of june comes from. where her NAME comes from!

june is a 8reath player for corns sake! adventure is where she 8elongs. changes and danger are her nature. as an heir she is the literal em8odiment, the inheritor of freedom itself. domestic life is choking her out. f8cking off with vriska on another adventure is enrichment. it's the only hope she has of 8ecoming something 8etter. like she tells jade, she is literally TRYING to change. leaving is her attempt to change. the environment of sgrur8 and the meat timeline incites change.

and we reach why jade is so, so f8cking wrong. with one of the most f8cked lines in the entire upd8, like a knife to my gut and heart it's 8een stuck there.

june's own happiness is not really a factor for her. june's own 8etterment is not a factor to her. and she couches it in language implying it's for the sake of the children. 8ut it's-it's not for the children. the children were never made for their own sake.

vrissy is the poster child of this fact. she was taken in the hopes of 8asically doing vriska 8ut right so she doesn't turn out like vriska (failure, vrissy literally helped vriska realize she can still 8e vriska without all the trauma and catholic guilt hanging over her. it's very o8vious vrissy is a serket like all the rest. you can't take the vriska out of the serket.)

yiffy as karkat seems eager to imply, is the result of jade 8asically making a f8cking ship kid with rose as the ena8ler to this fantasy 8ecause dave didn't actually want a kid.

and she never actually deny's this was a factor for her. and then she is the most a8solute desper8 one to avoid sgrur8 for the sake of her child 8eing "normal" while yiffy as an individual, o8viously doesn't like her mom. was kept a f8cking secret from the world, pro8a8ly never socialize well, and has dog features. i don't think yiffy is the real factor here. i think jade is projecting her desires onto yiffy. i think jade desper8tly wants to vicariously live her life through her daughter. i think

"she'll never 8e normal" stung further than just insulting her daughter. that's just opinion and specul8tion on my part though, 8ased on how she f8cking named her daughter yiffy so she could fantasize/roleplay having a kid with dave.

8UT HEY! let's talk a8out something i can say with 888% certainty!

she's a massive hypocrite. calling out june for not knowing what she wants, when what, jade's plan to unf8ck the timeline is to just stay and never change? cuz it's not a8out changing for the 8etter? it's a8out the children? when these f8ckers haven't even 8een here a century and already have ruined the lives of so many people, including their own!

jade alone has f8cked her daughter up immensely, ena8led the destruction of kanaya and rose's marriage, dave and karkat were misera8le 8eing with her. dave even so much to the point he yeeted himself out of the universe the old fashioned way. and jade herself isn't even happy. to say changing herself, everyone's self, is unimportant, an adult move or not, is just plain dum8.

cuz without changing yourself, it doesn't matter if you go on an adventure or stay in your house all day. you'll end up with the same person who made those mistakes in the first place. and candy is not a land of change.

roxy never transitioned. karkat is still trying to 8e a warhero instead of just living a calm life and going home LIKE HE WANTED TO!. rose is the same self destructive self h8ing girl she was on the meteor. june is the same man she entered the world as. jane ended up the same 8atterwitch she was groomed into 8eing at a young age. why do you think all the ghosts ended up in there?! the 8IGGEST creatures of unchanging nature. NOTHING CAN GET 8ETTER IN A WORLD WHERE NOTHING CAN CHANGE! IT'S JUST A MATTER OF SPINNING OUR WHEELS UNTIL WE DIE! AND IS THAT THE RIGHT OPTION!? IS THAT THE RESPONSI8LE, CORRECT THING TO DO!?

well, like a certain someone once said. i know my lim8s. people who wish to wallow in unchanging misery will do so regardless of what anyone else says or does. the real question is. are they going to drag down the ones who want to change with them?

june may 8e immature, and ungrown up. 8ut that makes her more a8le to change than anyone.

thank you for coming to another one of my vristalks, heed my words or know woes for the rest of your days. let's see if i can pop out another 8anger for the masses!

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Although Bradley wasn't usually one for big gestures, he supposed he was when it came to you. Now he wanted the wife and the wedding and the honeymoon and all of it. Preferably sooner than later.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, 18+

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley had never been a big gesture kind of guy. He never really saw the point in it. He always figured it was easier to tell how much someone cared about you through their day-to-day interactions instead of the occasional over the top displays. 

He knew Natasha had his back by the way she simply helped him prepare for tonight by taking you out for drinks without asking too many questions. And he hoped she knew that the steady friendship he built with her was strong even though their birthday steak dinners and weekend morning runs weren't flashy. He felt similarly about Maverick, thankful that he knew where he stood with him once again without having to prove it.

But Bradley wanted you to know that he was going to love you forever by the way he treated you when you were alone together, and by the way he couldn't help but occasionally show off his romantic side. He knew you didn't need words written in the sky when he would prefer to pour his heart out to you in letters and emails, but he didn't want to simply propose by handing you his mother's ring either.

That's why he got your students to fold up the paper planes. Because he just couldn't help but both ask you to marry him and show you how much those letters changed his life at the same time.

"Bradley?" Your voice was breathy as he watched your eyes flick to the wall and then back to his face. "Paper planes?"

He smiled. "It's all the letters you and your class sent to me. You know... when you were looking for a Naval aviator to write back and answer a few questions? I guess a few questions turned into a lot more than that. And a simple correspondence with a gorgeous fourth grade teacher soon made me realize that you're the woman of my dreams. My pen pals changed my whole life." He gestured toward the wall. "Your students helped me fold them up yesterday."

"They did?" you whispered as he closed the distance to you before getting down on one knee.

"They did," he confirmed, looking up at your beautiful face as tears filled your eyes. "I love you. And I have something for you, Gorgeous." He swallowed hard. "It was my mom's." He held up the engagement ring that he remembered from his childhood but thought had been long ago buried with Carole. "I want you to have it. Unless you don't like it. It's from 1984, and it's definitely vintage, so I won't be upset if you tell me you'd rather have something more modern. Maverick was holding onto her engagement ring for safekeeping." He knew he was rambling, but now that it was time to say the most important words, his nerves were taking over. "I had no idea until he heard me talking about how desperately I want to marry you."

"Bradley," you gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly with emotion as a tear streaked down your cheek. "Are you serious?"

He was serious. He was in love. He wanted this forever. "Will you marry me?"

You didn't make him wait long to see your beautiful smile and hear your calming voice. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you, Bradley."

You started to drop down to your knees, and he caught you along the way as your lips met his. He could feel you everywhere. Your arms around his neck were familiar, and so was your soft laughter and your kisses. But your words promising forever were new.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he swore between kisses. "I fucking love you, Baby."

"I love you, too," you whispered, cupping his face in both of your hands and kissing him. 

Bradley realized he was holding the ring tight in his hand and loosened his grip so you could really take a look. "Let me put it on your finger? Make it official?"

You nodded in excitement, and then Bradley had to blindly slide it into place as you kissed him relentlessly.

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Each of the paper planes taped to the wall was familiar to you. After so many months, you could tell which of your students had written the notes based on the handwriting. As you ran your fingers along the letters, you recognized your own handwriting there as well. The flickering candle light shone on the paper planes as well as the ring on your finger.

This was all so romantic. You never dreamed you'd be so thoroughly loved, but here you were with Bradley's lips on the side of your neck as he stood behind you, letting you inspect the message he hung up on the wall.

MARRY ME?

"In an abundance of detail, please explain to me how you managed to get my students to fold all of these up during Career Day without me noticing."

His deep rumble of laughter sent goosebumps along your skin. "You have to know by now who my regular accomplice is."

You spun around in his arms and kissed him as his big hands settled low on your hips. "Natasha can't be trusted," you whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair. "She's too loyal to you. But I know your strategy now."

"That's okay. I don't need her to be sneaky on my behalf anymore. Proposing to you was my main objective."

"Bradley," you whispered, smiling so much your face hurt. You examined the ring as you dragged your fingers through his hair. Part of you was still surprised by how the evening turned out, but he had been promising you from the very start that he was serious about you. "Bradley, you just gave me your mom's ring."

"Yeah," he grunted, running his nose along your cheek and ear. His breath was warm against your skin as he said, "We can pick out something else if you don't like it. The diamond is pretty small, because my parents got married when they were twenty-four. I think that's all my dad could afford, and-"

You silenced him with your lips on his. "It's perfect. Like you. I don't want anything else. Or anyone else."

Those big hands were on your butt now, and his body was snug up against yours as he kissed you so hard, you moaned. The living room smelled like all of the different candles at one time, and the lighting was kind of magical. And you realized you were engaged to the man you started to fall in love with before you even kissed him for the first time.

As soon as you took one small step toward the bedroom, Bradley followed your lead. You could tell he was excited as he scooped you up into his arms, and you kept yourself snug against him as he grew harder for you. Just as you ran your lips along his scars while he carried you through the bedroom doorway, his stomach growled so loudly, you started to laugh.

"You didn't eat dinner," you whispered, kissing him softly, trying to hold back the desire you felt.

"Baby, I have a whole plan," he replied, all smiles as you nipped at his lips until you landed on your back on the bed. "Dinner at Salvatore's is happening, but not until I fuck my fiancée."

You whined softly as he dragged your leggings slowly down, and you arched your back so he could remove your shirt. Then you watched him struggle to get undressed with his erection as you touched yourself. "You're taking me out for an engagement dinner?" you asked, running your fingers between your breasts and down your belly. He stumbled out of his jeans, eyes fixed on your body as you circled your clit with your middle finger.

"Well... maybe not," he grunted. "I should have thought this through a little better. Now I just want to keep you in bed."

The words were taken from your mouth and turned into a moan as he spread your legs apart and kissed you where you were touching yourself. "Bradley." Your fingers went to his hair as he teased and kissed his way up your body, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he crooned, guiding the tip of his cock through your wetness until you were clenching with need. When you were ready for him, all you had to do was roll your hips up. When you were ready for more, he filled you up and didn't stop until you came.

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"I should probably just try to get us a standing reservation," Bradley murmured, making you laugh as you were led to your table at Salvatore's. The two of you just finished a bottle of the overpriced wine you liked so much at the bar, and now you were looking up at him like you'd rather just go back home for round two of engagement sex instead of dinner. But he knew he wouldn't make it to that point until he ate something.

"Don't look at me like that," he whispered, grinning as you sat down when the waiter pulled out your chair.

As soon as you and he were both seated, you asked, "How exactly would you like me to look at my future husband?"

Your words left him a little breathless as he reached for your left hand which now displayed the ring that told everyone else you were going to be his wife. He couldn't stop touching you, and you were just as bad as your legs tangled with his beneath the table. "Maybe we should have made sandwiches at home."

Even mentioning food out loud made his stomach growl louder as he inhaled the delicious scent of pasta. "We'll be back home soon," you told him. "In the meantime, while we take a break from our engagement sex marathon, why don't we talk about our summer wedding?"

Bradley nodded as he laced his fingers with yours. "You know, I always wanted to try running a marathon, but I think I like this type even better."

"You can use the sex marathon as part of your training regimen."

The smile on his lips wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Maybe it was the same smile that had been there since the first time he looked at your photo. "Are you really going to agree to a summer wedding?"

"You told my students that's what you wanted," you replied immediately. 

"I owe your kiddos so much. If they didn't think I was cool as hell, I'd have gotten nowhere with their teacher. We should invite them to our wedding."

You laughed as Bradley waved down the waiter and ordered three entrees. He was still holding your hand as he told the guy, "And you may as well just bring some to-go containers out along with the food. We've been engaged for about two hours, so I'm getting a little antsy to get back home again. I'm sure you can understand."

"Congratulations," he murmured as you cradled your forehead in your right hand.

"Bradley," you half groaned and half laughed.

"What?" he replied, downing half of his glass of water. "He took one look at you and knows exactly why I can't wait to go home. Now can we talk more about wedding plans?"

You looked beyond amused and very pleased with yourself as you asked, "Do you really want a summer wedding?"

"Absolutely, Gorgeous Girl," he confirmed. "This year. Please don't make me wait."

You bit your lip for a few seconds before you said, "It's already February. That doesn't give us a lot of time. Unless..." Then the waiter returned with some bread, and you asked him, "Do you have a catering menu?"

He nodded. "I'll bring one out with your food and the containers."

Now you were the one tugging on Bradley's hand. "I have a great idea! What if we don't really have a wedding at all?"

His face fell as his lips parted silently. None of this really mattered before he met you, but now that he was here, he could clearly picture the day in his mind. "Baby, I want us to have a wedding day. A white dress and my uniform and flowers and wedding photos and all that shit."

"Bradley," you whispered, wrenching your hand free so you could drag your chair closer to his at the small table. Your palm was on his cheek, tilting his face so you could kiss him while you stroked his scars. "I didn't mean it like that." You kissed him again. "You give me these butterflies, and I swear I can't handle it," you whispered, running your nose along the side of his. "What if we have a simple wedding where we can invite my students? We can still do the dress and the uniform and as many photos as we want. But I think I know the best spot where we can have it all. And then we could go big on our honeymoon."

The wedding, the fourth graders, the honeymoon, the wife. Now he was smiling again. "Tell me more, Gorgeous. In an abundance of detail."

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If anyone saw the two of you, it would have been comical. It was dark out, and you were holding the bag of food containers and trying to unlock the door while Bradley held onto you.

"I think it's a little bit early to be carrying me into the house like this. Pretty sure that's for after the wedding."

"You can't blame me for being excited."

You pushed the door open, and even in the nearly dark house, you could still see the paper airplanes on the wall spelling out his proposal. "Are we keeping that romantic display where it is?" you asked as Bradley took you to the kitchen.

He glanced back over his shoulder. "For now. But I don't want them to get faded or anything like that. I'll flatten the letters out again eventually and find somewhere to store them."

You gasped as you unpacked the food containers and found something at the bottom of the bag. "They gave us an entire cheesecake!" It said Congratulations written in chocolate, and you bounced around in place as Bradley's arm wrapped around you. "That was so sweet of them."

He chuckled and whispered, "They know what they're doing. They have a loyal customer in my wife who always orders the expensive wine."

His fingertips brushed your neck before you felt his mustache there. "You already know I ordered it by accident the first time," you gasped as he sucked gently on the sensitive spot below your ear. "And I'm not your wife yet."

"Based on our tentative plans, you will be in a few short months," he murmured. "Now why don't we put the food away and go back to bed until Monday morning?"

"Monday morning?" you moaned. "You feeling ambitious?"

Bradley practically threw the food into the refrigerator. "My belly is full, you look hot, we're getting married, and we can take a break for cheesecake in a few hours. So yes, I'm feeling very ambitious, Gorgeous."

Your smile was coy, and your voice was low. "A few hours without a break?"

Bradley kissed your parted lips before tasting your tongue. "I want to get some practice in before our honeymoon. Isn't Paris the city of sex?" he asked with a smirk.

"The city of love!" you said, bursting into laughter as he hauled you toward the bedroom again.

"We'll make it both. I want to practice both."

It was always both when you were with him. He was sexy and sweet, his voice close to your ear as you had each other for the third time today. You already knew that all it took was the diamond on your finger to make you go a little wilder for each other. A deployment that ended with an engagement ring? You never wanted this feeling to stop.

The diamond sparkled on your finger as you tugged at his hair. He was so methodical with you. There was a sweet precision to everything he did which felt like the embodiment of his written letters. His voice was familiar and raw with emotion next to your ear as he filled you in every way. His lips were everywhere, praising you and drawing out your orgasm. Calling you the love of his life. 

"I need this forever, Gorgeous," he panted, fucking you harder. "I need you."

You were clinging to him, kissing his scars as you came. Then the two of you snuggled in bed and discussed your plans for the perfect wedding. 

Although there were more breaks for food and the cheesecake, he did in fact keep you very busy until Monday morning. You went to work exhausted, but you made a quick stop to ask your school administrator if your wedding idea was even feasible. The answer surprised you. Then you got yourself settled in your classroom where eighteen kids soon arrived, and Violet set off a ripple effect as soon as she gasped and asked, "Did Lieutenant Bradshaw give you a wedding ring?"

Jayden and Nia both came running over to your desk to see it. Henry shouted, "She got married! Knew it!" Jackie screamed into her hands about how the magical paper planes worked, and you had to stand and try to calm everyone down.

"I didn't get married! Yet. But Lieutenant Bradshaw asked me to marry him this summer, and I said yes, so I guess the magical paper airplanes did work."

Your classroom erupted into cheers and shouting as you smiled. Thank goodness you went out on a limb and decided to write to a US Naval Aviator. Thank goodness it was Bradley who answered. 

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PART 28

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[ninikrumbs]

Invisible strings

Suguru Geto x fem!reader.

"Need something, baby?"

The tone of his voice light and indulgent as it always was, not minding the happy distraction your presence brings.

Your head peaks from the doorway, a hesitant smile on your face as you watch you boyfriend work in his home office.

Shaking your head at his questioning haze, your cross the distance between you. He smiles fondly, realizing your intention, twisting his rolling chair a bit to the side to make space for you.

"Come here, pretty girl." He says when you draw near, pulling you down to plop down on his lap, arms immediately finding a home on your waist.

His familiar warmth and smell envelopes your senses imbuing your body with the affection and comfort you always craved from him. The contented noises you let out as you snuggle in the crook of his neck makes him chuckle in amusement, his gentle fingers tracing slow comforting circles down your back. "So my girl's just needy for me?"

You hum in response, looking absolutely cozy with your eyes closed, nose nuzzling his neck as you breath him in, hands resting on his chest.

His hands teasingly wander down your back to give your bum a light squeeze, not enough to startle you from you perfect position but enough to make you grumble, "Not that kind of needy, Sugu."

With you lips right next to his neck, your breath tickles his skin. He huffs a laugh, "Oh, my bad. "

Not a hint of remorse in his voice though. His hands changes it course up to you hair, gently threading through it, making your eyes droop. You feel him press a kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin on it.

This is where you belong, you thought. At peace in his arms, away from the cruel horrors of the world even for just a moment. And your sure he shares you sentiment with how constantly he tries to shield you from the sometimes brutal realities he has to face.

If he could create a world where you would only know joy and happiness, he would. But Alas the monsters in this world constantly grow like weeds. The best he could do was to make sure they could never get to you. Not in this life or the next.

He hears you whisper his name and mumbling something he incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I said I feel bad for a version of me out there who doesn't have you."

He pulls away just a bit to look at your face, he wonders where you get such sudden and weird ideas yet he humors you regardless, "You don't have to worry your pretty little head about it."

"Why not?"

"Because," He raises your palm to his lips, placing a kiss filled with devotion, "I refuse to believe that there's a world where I don't have you. Any version of me won't allow it."

He says it with such conviction that it sounded like a fact, not an opinion or a thought and it makes you want to believe him.

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, you press youself flush against him once more, finding solace in his words and the beating heart underneath your hands.

"Now sleep, I'll wake you up once im done working some we can eat dinner together."

Your eyes flutter shut again and you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.

The next time you open your eyes it was to the dark cold ceiling of your room. Your hands reach to the side -searching, hpong, wishing-heart dropping as you merely felt the bitter emptiness of your comforter.

Sitting up on your bed, you look out of your window. The city lights blurred as hot tears clouded you vision. They fall rapidly down your cheeks, faster than you could wipe them away with your fists. Your throat clogging up with such gut wrenching emotion, barely holding back you sobs.

Your lips tremble, smiling bitterly, memories of another life running at back of your head, "Youre such a liar, Suguru.."

part 2

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AN : To those who have read this, yes this is a repost. Im just doing an experiment. :)

[e-vay]

A Guide to My AU ("Evay AU")

Hello! I make art for anything and everything I love, but if you follow me you'll find that a large amount of my content is centered around my own Sonic AU. I thought I'd make a handy little guide for those of you who are new and just learning about my AU or for those of you who have been following me but might want a refresher.

★This guide is a living document that will be continuously amended as I make changes and additions to my stories. ★

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OVERALL PREMISE

My AU centers around Sonic & Friends through adulthood as they navigate relationships, careers, marriage and family. The primary genres are "slice of life" and "romantic comedy" with some action/drama interspersed throughout. My AU mostly follows the video game canon and the IDW canon with some elements from Sonic Boom and Sonic X tossed in and then I created my own characters and stories to fill in the gaps. My AU DOES NOT include the Sonic Cinematic Universe, Archie comics/characters, Fleetway comics/characters, Sonic Prime, SatAM, the OVA, Sonic Underground, the 1992 Manga, etc.

SPECIAL NOTES

In my AU, I depict "Classic" versions of the Sonic cast as their younger selves with their "Modern/Boom" versions being older.

Although my canon does not include Archie/SatAM, I do refer to Sonic characters' classification as "Mobians" and the planet they are on is referred to as Earth/Mobius interchangeably. I credit this as simply "cultural variation" between humans and Sonic characters but they all originate from the same planet.

MOST IMPORTANTLY please remember this is a fanmade AU. Nothing I say, write or draw influences the Sonic franchise or canon in any way. I'm just here to have fun and I hope you enjoy the ride!

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For the timeline below, Canon Sonic characters will be highlighted in blue and my original characters will be highlighted in pink.

If there is a comic or written fic that corresponds with an element of the timeline, I will include it as a hyperlink.

ABRIDGED TIMELINE

Project Shadow is created and suspended.

Domino and Phlox meet. Sonic is conceived.

Domino raises Sonic to approx. toddler age until she loses her life in a flash flood. Sonic is left alone to fend for himself and eventually represses his memories of Domino to cope with the trauma.

Clay Rose and Lulu Petula meet. Together, they have Amy and she lives with her parents until her fortune cards lead her to meeting Sonic.

Majority of the game/IDW canon takes place.

CC (originally labeled as "Code Compiler") is a spherical/ovoid robot created (August 26) by an independent inventor (no relation to the Robotniks) to assist with production. CC's intelligence rapidly evolves and she gains sentience much to her creator's dismay. After a struggle, the inventor powers her off and the workshop falls into disrepair. The building is marked condemned and CC's chassis remains hidden within the rubble.

Sonic and Phlox run into each other on several occasions. Neither realize they are related.

Amy begins her pursuit of archaeological studies.

A mystery woman going by the name "Light" (who is secretly Aurora from the future) appears and warns Sonic & Team of an oncoming threat that is hellbent on killing Shadow before wreaking havoc on the planet. Light claims she was sent here with the task of protecting Shadow but is not forthcoming with any other information about herself or her 'previous team'. Light & the Team work together to fight off 'the threat' and along the way Shadow develops a romantic interest in Light who also has strong feelings and an allegiance to him for reasons he does not know. Upon defeating the villain, Light must return to where she came from. Shadow tries to discourage her and even asks to accompany her, but she insists that if she stays any longer, she risks causing catastrophic damage. She departs and Shadow vows to find her again.

Rouge and Omega join Shadow in his search to find Light. After combing the globe with no luck, their quest takes them off-world and they go on an interplanetary journey. The three become mercenaries to fund their space expedition.

Knuckles bulks up! His goal of spending time away from Angel Island did him some good!

Sonic and Amy begin a romantic relationship.

Sonic moves in with Amy.

Tails establishes Yellow Sky Industries, a company where he can begin sharing his gadgetry with the world as well as partner up with other innovators to put their genius to good use.

Stone establishes The Mean Bean coffee shop. Much to his delight, Eggman frequents this cafe but is unaware of Stone's affection.

Sonic and Amy get engaged. Upon hearing the news and growing homesick, Rouge and Omega return home, leaving Shadow to continue his journey on his own. While attending the wedding festivities, Knuckles and Rouge rekindle their budding romance.

During one of Eggman's many failed attempts at world domination, he falls victim to a near-fatal accident of his own making. Sonic rescues him, but Eggman loses his right hand in the process. Eggman is forced to reconsider his health and kickstarts some moral dilemmas for him. His attempts at world domination begin to dwindle.

Cream departs home to pursue humanitarian/Mobianitarian(?) efforts

Rouge uses her mercenary wealth to develop her own mining and jewelry business (she does not give up thievery). Knuckles is initially hired on as head excavator, but this job is only temporary until he secures enough money to fund a dream project of his.

With his own money and with the support of Yellow Sky Industries and his friends' investments, Knuckles develops the Young Heroes Program - a nonprofit youth organization. He works full time as a trainer at the program to help empower kids and strengthen the community. Sonic assists YH as needed, but is not a full-time volunteer.

Sonic and Amy decide to start a family. Aurora is conceived.

Rouge and Knuckles get married.

In one last ditch effort to regain Sonic's attention and to encourage Sage to follow in her father's footsteps**(See note), Eggman kidnaps Amy. This triggers her to go into labor early and Aurora is born (March 13). This is the nail in the coffin as far as Eggman's villainous efforts go and he makes an unspoken agreement with Sonic to 'retire' from villainy. He still plans to regularly annoy them by inserting himself into their lives. (**Note: This comic was made before Sage was introduced to the game canon. In retrospect, Sage would have been a part of this story and part of the reason Eggman decided to kidnap Amy, no matter how much Sage discouraged him. Sage instantly bonds with Aurora and vows to be her lifelong friend.)

Amy takes on a second job as an interior designer to support her family while Sonic becomes a stay-at-home dad and focuses most of his time and attention on raising Aurora.

Once Aurora is old enough, she begins attending the YH program. This is the closest Sonic will allow her to participating in any adventures.

Ruff Hyena is born (January 29).

As a defense mechanism against constant bullying from her peers, Aurora’s light powers begin to manifest.

In addition to attending the Young Heroes Program, Aurora begins a mentorship with her Uncle Tails for optics/physics lessons in order to better understand her powers.

Eggman and Stone begin dating.

Aurora begins to experience premonitions in the form of dreams. Amy does her best to help Aurora hone this skill, but without much success.

Tumble Hyena is born (January 30). Ruff and Tumble are abandoned and left to fend on their own before ending up in the foster care system. They remain there for many years.

Aurora develops a crush on a boy named Kyle and they go on a few “playdates”. Aurora invites Kyle over to the house to meet her parents and Sonic does not handle it well. After an argument, Aurora and Kyle agree to not hang out together anymore.

Knuckles and Rouge adopt Ruff and Tumble.

Aurora ages out of the Young Heroes Program. Sonic discourages her from venturing out on her own and convinces her to work for YH instead.

After receiving a heartfelt message from Rouge, Shadow resigns from his quest and returns to Earth. He decides his new mission will be to get to better know the world Maria had always spoken so highly about.

Feeling “stuck” in her life, Aurora broaches the topic of moving out to be on her own. Sonic talks her out of it.

While reconnecting with The Team, Shadow is introduced to Aurora. He instantly recognizes her as the woman he’s spent the last several decades looking for, but doesn’t understand how that’s possible and she is adamant they have never met before. While telling Sonic and Amy of his world travel plans, Aurora offers to be his guide around town as she knows every inch of it. Shadow takes her up on her offer and the two quickly develop a friendship.

Shadow decides it doesn’t matter if Aurora is the Light he formerly met or not. He asks her on a date. Remembering how badly things went the last time one of Aurora’s “boyfriends” and Sonic interacted, she accepts Shadow’s courtship but only if they can keep it a secret for now. Shadow is wary of this, but agrees to her terms.

Keeping secrets from her parents begins to take a toll on Aurora, to the point she is getting sick. She tells Shadow she can’t keep lying to her family, so she tells him they shouldn’t see each other anymore. In hopes to “fix” the situation, Shadow meets with Sonic and Amy to ask their permission to date Aurora. This immediately escalates into a battle between Sonic and Shadow. Aurora intercepts the fight and, heartbroken, she tells Sonic that as much as she wants his blessing, she doesn’t need it, and is going to continue to date Shadow. Sonic, Amy and Aurora have a heart-to-heart to try and reconcile things, but Sonic makes it clear that though Aurora is a grown up and can technically date whoever she wants, she has to follow certain rules while she’s still living in their house.

Tails purchases an abandoned factory to expand Yellow Sky Industries. There, he finds the deactivated CC. He powers her on but she is severely traumatized and significantly damaged. He repairs her and after understanding how advanced her intelligence is, he offers her a job as his lab assistant.

CC quickly develops romantic feelings for Tails.

Knuckles, Rouge, Ruff and Tumble legally change their last names to “Motley”

In her pursuit to become “Mobian,” CC fabricates herself a Mobian-like body.

As Shadow and Aurora’s relationship progresses, they begin to explore more of the world together.

Tails and CC host a charity banquet. Things go awry.

Aurora gets her first apartment. She also begins a singing career.

Tails and CC officially begin a romantic relationship.

Aurora begins to have recurring premonitions about Shadow being in danger. She puts her musical tour on pause to stay vigilant.

A dangerous, mysterious entity appears and attacks The Team, severely wounding several members and nearly killing Shadow. Before the threat can be defeated, it retreats by escaping via time travel where it plans to successfully kill Shadow. With most of The Team out of commission or fearful of altering the timeline, Aurora travels back in time to save Past Shadow and the rest of her family. To protect her identity, she goes by the name “Light.”

Sonic and Shadow reconcile their differences. Sonic becomes noticeably more accepting of Shadow and Aurora’s relationship.

Shadow and Aurora get engaged and move in together.

Aurora continues her musical career.

Shadow and Aurora get married.

Ruff ages out of the Young Heroes Program and in the hopes to follow in Knuckles’ footsteps, he becomes a crime fighter. When Tumble isn’t helping his brother fight crime, he’s working on his own mechs.

Eggman and Stone digitally uploadt heir consciousness to Cyberspace so they can live indefinitely.

Shadow and Aurora decide to start a family. They have their first litter of triplets: Piper, Zane and Nova (November 12).

Shadow and Aurora have a second litter of twins: Aster and Blitz (April 8). At this time, Shadow uses the wealth he’s amassed to construct a large house that can accommodate their growing family.

Shadow and Aurora have a third litter of triplets: Cinder, Diamond and Boon (February 18).

Sonic and Amy return to a life of world traveling.

In addition to attending the Young Heroes Program, Shadow trains all of his children in how to best use their powers for the greater good of the planet.

During a fight, Cinder critically wounds Diamond with his “Stellar Tantrum” power. Boon uses his powers of healing to restore Diamond to full health without any scarring, but Cinder never forgives himself. He becomes withdrawn and distances himself from his family members from this point on.

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You can learn more about my AU by looking through My Art tag, referencing "My (Major) Comics" Directory, or by looking through My AU tag.

[blueberry3241]

★彡 Bts reaction to their S/O having a child from a past relationship

↷ Pairing : bts x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, Angst,Comfort ↷ word count : 2,440 words

↳ Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

↝Namjoon

Namjoon sat across from you at the small café, his fingers wrapped around his coffee mug as he listened intently. You had been dating for a few months now, and everything was going well. However, there was something you hadn’t told him yet—something that you were terrified would change the way he saw you.

Taking a deep breath, you finally confessed, “Namjoon… there’s something you should know. I have a child from a previous relationship.”

Namjoon blinked, clearly surprised, but he didn’t say anything right away. He leaned back in his chair, processing your words.

“How old is your child?” he asked softly, his voice free of judgment.

Relief washed over you at his calm response. “She’s five… her name is Hana.”

Namjoon smiled, the dimples you loved appearing on his cheeks. “That’s a beautiful name.”

You searched his face for any hint of discomfort or hesitation. “I understand if this changes things between us. I should have told you earlier, but—”

Namjoon reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. “Why would it change anything? If anything, I admire you more. Being a parent is no easy task, and yet, here you are.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “You really mean that?”

He nodded. “Of course. I’d love to meet Hana whenever you’re ready. But even if it takes time, know that this doesn’t scare me away. If I’m dating you, I’m also accepting every part of your life, including her.”

At that moment, you knew Namjoon was someone you could truly trust.

↝Jin

Jin nearly choked on his food when you blurted out your confession over dinner. “You have a what?!”

You flinched at his volume, looking down at your plate. “A son. His name is Minho… he’s six.”

Jin blinked rapidly, his mouth opening and closing. “Wait, hold on—why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I was scared,” you admitted. “Scared you wouldn’t want to be with someone who already has a child.”

Jin let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… I won’t lie, I’m a little shocked. But not because it’s a bad thing. Just… I didn’t expect it.”

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I understand if this is too much.”

Jin frowned and reached across the table to take your hand. “Hey, don’t say that. I just need some time to wrap my head around it. But if you think I’d leave you just because you have a kid, you clearly don’t know how stubborn I am.”

You laughed weakly, the tension easing.

“I mean,” Jin continued, smirking, “if he likes dad jokes, I think we’ll get along just fine.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Maybe, just maybe, things would work out.

↝Yoongi

Yoongi sat in silence after you told him. He wasn’t angry or upset, just deep in thought.

After a long pause, he finally spoke. “How old is your kid?”

“Three,” you said softly. “Her name is Jiyeon.”

Yoongi nodded, then leaned back against the couch. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was scared you’d leave.”

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples. “Do you really think so little of me?”

Your heart clenched. “No! It’s just… a lot of people wouldn’t want to date someone with a child.”

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “That’s bullshit. If I like you, I like all of you. That includes Jiyeon.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “So… you don’t mind?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Why would I? If anything, I respect you even more. Raising a child isn’t easy, and you’re doing it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Yoongi smirked slightly. “Though… I should warn you, I’m not great with kids.”

You chuckled. “Don’t worry, she’s good at making people fall for her.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like mother, like daughter, huh?”

You blushed, but you knew—this was Yoongi’s way of saying he was here to stay.

↝Jhope

You sat across from Hoseok in your small living room, your hands fidgeting in your lap. Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

Hoseok noticed your nervousness and placed his hand over yours. “Y/N, what’s wrong? You’ve been so tense lately.”

You took a deep breath, squeezing his hand. “Hobi… there’s something I need to tell you.”

He nodded, his expression soft. “You can tell me anything.”

You hesitated, then finally spoke. “I have a son. His name is Minjae, and he’s four years old.”

Silence. Hoseok blinked, as if processing your words. His grip on your hand never loosened, but you couldn’t read his expression.

“You… you have a kid?” His voice was quiet, uncertain.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Yes. I should have told you sooner, but I was afraid. Not everyone is willing to date someone who already has a child.”

Hoseok suddenly let out a breath, and then—he laughed. It wasn’t mocking, but rather full of warmth and joy. You stared at him, confused.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you had me so scared! I thought you were about to break up with me or something!”

Your eyes widened. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Hoseok grinned. “Y/N, this is amazing! I love kids! And now I get to love you and your son? This is the best news ever!”

Your breath hitched. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do!” He beamed, eyes sparkling. “Minjae, huh? Oh, I bet he’s adorable! When can I meet him?”

Tears welled in your eyes. “You… you really want to meet him?”

Hoseok took both your hands in his, squeezing them gently. “Y/N, I’m serious about you. That means I’m serious about Minjae, too. I want to be part of your lives, if you’ll let me.”

At that moment, you knew—Hoseok was truly someone special.

↝Jimin

Jimin hummed softly as he stirred his tea, his eyes on you. “You’ve been acting a little distant lately, Y/N. What’s on your mind?”

You opened your mouth but hesitated. How could you tell him? What if he thought you were too much trouble?

Sensing your hesitation, Jimin reached for your hand. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke. “Jimin… I have a daughter. Her name is Ara, and she’s four.”

Jimin’s hand froze around his mug, his lips parting in surprise. His eyes widened slightly, but there was no judgment in them—just quiet shock.

“A daughter?” he repeated, as if making sure he heard correctly.

You nodded, heart hammering. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react.”

Jimin set his mug down and turned to face you fully. “Y/N… I won’t lie, this is unexpected.”

Your stomach clenched. Here it comes—the rejection.

But instead, Jimin reached up, cupping your cheek gently. “But why would you think I’d leave because of that?”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Because not everyone wants to take on something like this.”

Jimin’s gaze softened. “Y/N… I love you. And that means I love all of you—including Ara.”

Your breath hitched. “You really mean that?”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Of course. If she’s anything like you, I already know she’s the most precious thing in the world.”

Tears spilled over as you clung to him. “You’re really not scared?”

Jimin chuckled, rubbing your back. “Maybe a little. But I’d be honored to get to know her.”

At that moment, you knew—you and Ara had just gained someone truly special.

↝Taehyung

Taehyung sat beside you on your couch, his arm lazily draped over your shoulders. He was humming a song, completely unaware of the internal battle raging inside you.

“Taehyung… there’s something I need to tell you.”

He turned to you immediately, his eyes filled with curiosity. “What is it, love?”

You swallowed, gripping your hands together. “I… I have a son. His name is Daehyun. He’s five.”

Taehyung froze. His usual playful expression shifted into something unreadable. For a moment, you panicked. Was he upset?

Then, suddenly, he gasped.

“You have a kid?!” His voice was full of excitement, not anger.

Your eyes widened. “Uh… yes?”

Taehyung’s entire face lit up. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! This is amazing!”

You blinked. “You… you think so?”

He nodded vigorously. “Of course! Kids are incredible! And if he’s anything like you, I already know he’s amazing.”

Your heart swelled. “I was scared you’d leave.”

Taehyung frowned, grabbing both your hands. “Y/N, don’t ever think that. If I love you, I love all of you. And that includes Daehyun.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “You really mean that?”

Taehyung nodded, grinning. “Yes! Can I meet him soon? I wanna be the cool parent.”

You laughed through your tears, your heart finally feeling at peace.

↝Jungkook

Jungkook fidgeted with his sleeves, glancing at you curiously. “Y/N, you’ve been acting kinda off lately. Is something wrong?”

You hesitated, your heart hammering in your chest. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Jungkook sat up straight. “Okay… I’m listening.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke. “I have a son. His name is Jisoo, and he’s three.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. His lips parted slightly, and for a long moment, he didn’t say anything.

Your stomach twisted. “I understand if this is too much for you.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I’m just… surprised.”

You bit your lip, waiting for his next words.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I won’t lie, this is new to me. I don’t know much about kids, and I don’t know if I’d be good at this.”

Your chest ached. “I understand.”

“But,” Jungkook continued firmly, “I want to try.”

Your eyes widened. “You… do?”

He nodded, determination burning in his gaze. “I really like you, Y/N. And if Jisoo is part of your life, then I want to be part of his, too.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted, squeezing your hands. “I might mess up. I might be awkward. But I promise, I’ll do my best.”

You threw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

He held you close, whispering, “I’m not going anywhere.”

At that moment, you knew—you and Jisoo had just gained someone who would love you both unconditionally.

[girlgenius1111]

all of my pain and all your excuses

part 2 of family line ingrid arrives home, and realizes how much she's missed with her sister. her and mapi try to figure out how to put the pieces back together. r struggles with the mess inside her head. cw: mommy issues galore 🙃 mentions of poor mental health. solstråle continues to be sad.

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It took you a few minutes of crying into Mapi before you realized what she’d probably done. At this realization, you pulled away from her in a panic, practically falling onto the ground. 

“Mapi, please don’t tell Ingrid about this, please please, you can’t, she’ll be so mad, she’s already mad, I can’t,” your gasps for air cut your words off and Mapi took your face in between her hands. 

“Breathe. In and out pequeña. Just breathe.” She instructed, dramatically exaggerating her own breaths. 

“Please, Mapi,” you whimpered after a minute. 

“I’m sorry, nena, I had to. I had to.” She said, seemingly begging you to believe her that she’d had no other choice. You couldn’t really blame her; you’d gotten yourself here, after all. You’d written the letter. You’d meant every word you’d said, and every word you didn’t quite have the guts to say. You’d collapsed into her arms. You’d given her no choice. 

“I’m really scared,” you mumbled. 

Mapi pulled you back in, tucking your face easily into her chest. “I know. You don’t need to be, but I know you are. Everything is going to be alright. I promise you.” 

You wrapped yourself tight around the defender, hoping with everything in you that she was right. 

When Ingrid burst through the front door, eyes immediately finding you on the couch, crumpled up into a little ball in Mapi’s lap, she knew it was bad. Mapi was holding you so tightly, expression unreadable when she glanced up at Ingrid, murmuring inaudible words in your ear. You looked so small, visibly trembling in your baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, Mapi’s arms engulfing you. Ingrid practically ran to your side, sitting as carefully as she could next to the both of you. 

“María, what..?” Ingrid asked, trailing off when Mapi silently held out a piece of paper to her. Ingrid took it, having no idea what she was about to read. Having no idea what she was about to feel. 

You were hiding your face in Mapi’s sweater, much too distraught to care about how pathetic you probably seemed. You’d heard Ingrid enter, and you knew it was just a matter of time before you had to leave your safe little bubble and confront this. When it had been silent for too long, and you knew Ingrid must be done reading by now, you shifted away from Mapi. It was time to be brave, and it was time to take whatever was coming your way. 

The look on your sister’s face made you want to take it all back. Because, fuck, you weren’t sure your happiness was worth making Ingrid this upset. She was scanning over the paper over and over, as if she was hoping the contents would change with each reread. 

You acted stronger than you felt, sliding off Mapi’s lap and moving a bit closer to Ingrid. She didn’t look away from the letter. 

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly. 

Your sister’s head snapped up to look at you so rapidly, you almost jumped. 

“Solstråle,” Ingrid began, and you felt like the last stable part of you broke sharply at the nickname. Sunbeam, it meant. Ingrid had called you that your whole life. Her sunbeam, always breaking through the clouds to shine a bit of light. She’d assumed you’d grown out of it, recently. You looked so small, though, so scared and so desperately sad, that it just slipped out. She didn’t regret it, not when you practically fell towards her. “Oh, honey.” 

If you were crying with Mapi just minutes before, you were bawling now. Hysterical, hyperventilating cries that were painful to hear, and painful to let out, but somehow so cathartic. Ingrid pulled you into her, beginning to cry herself. 

When Ingrid spoke, it was in Norwegian, and nothing had ever sounded so safe. “I am so sorry, my perfect baby sister, I am so so sorry. I love you. I love you, I love you. More than anything in this world, I love you.” 

And though you still cried, you relaxed marginally at the comfort hearing her speak in your native language brought you. You relaxed, going completely limp against your sister. You probably would have slid off her onto the ground if she hadn’t had her arms wrapped around you so tight. Ingrid wasn’t sure she’d ever let you go. You weren’t sure you wanted her to.

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Ingrid stood in your doorway, eyes fixed on your sleeping form. She’d brought you up to bed, carrying you like she used to when you were little. You’d fallen asleep on her downstairs, and she hadn’t dared to move you for a while. She and Mapi sat in a rather stunned silence for a while, before Mapi suggested she bring you up to bed. So, Ingrid tucked you in, pulling the covers up to your chin the way she knew you liked them. She noticed something tucked under one of your pillows, and carefully pulled it out. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the plush polar bear in her hand. Snø. She’d given him to you when you were three, for your birthday. She thought you’d stopped sleeping with him, but apparently not. The thought that you’d pulled him out of your closet for some comfort upon arriving in Spain made tears flood Ingrid’s eyes. She carefully kissed your forehead before rushing out of the room, almost colliding with her girlfriend. 

“Oof,” Mapi grunted, steadying Ingrid, when she caught sight of the other womans’ face. “Amor,” 

Ingrid shook her head, wiping harshly at her eyes, and pushed past Mapi towards their bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled the folded letter out of her pocket, smoothing it out, and began to read it. Again. Mapi had followed her into the room, and took the paper out of her girlfriend’s hands. 

“Give it back.” Ingrid said through clenched teeth. She sounded angry, but Mapi saw the tears in her eyes and knew better. 

“No, you’ve already read it.” Mapi said firmly. 

“María, give it back, I need to read it again.” 

“Mi amor, it's just going to hurt more, and you don’t need that right now.”

“Yes I do,” Ingrid cried. “I do, she’s been hurting like this for god knows how long. Wanting to–” She cut herself off, shaking her head almost frantically. “She said she felt like no one would care if she was gone. Reading this hurts but it is nothing compared to what she has been feeling, and it is all my fault, so let me read it so I can fix this, because I need to fix this, I can’t lose her, María, I can’t lose her.” Ingrid was sobbing by the end, making little to no sense, and Mapi placed her hands on Ingrid’s cheeks, forcing her to make eye contact. She noticed in that moment that while you looked alike normally, you looked just like Ingrid when you cried. 

It wasn’t enough, though, Ingrid was crying so hard, every sob shattered a part of Mapi that she hadn’t known existed. She climbed onto the bed, pulling Ingrid with her, guiding the younger woman’s head onto her chest. Ingrid clutched at Mapi’s shirt almost desperately, muffling her sobs there too, although her body shook heavily with the force of them. Her world was falling down around her, and it was all she could do to hold onto her María, and not let go. 

“I know, mi princesa, I know.” Mapi murmured, running her fingers through Ingrid’s thick hair. “You aren’t going to lose her. We aren’t going to lose her. We’ll fix it.” 

“I don’t know how to fix it,” Ingrid whimpered. Mapi tilted the Norwegian’s head up, until Ingrid was looking at her once again. 

“That’s okay, mi amor. You don’t need to have all the answers now. We’ll figure it out together. For now, just be her sister. Not her parent. Just be her sister, and if you don’t know what else to say, tell her you love her.” 

Ingrid nodded pitifully, scooting up and cramming her face into the crook of Mapi’s neck.

“Thank you. For helping her and for texting me and for being so perfect. You’re always so perfect.” Ingrid mumbled. 

“I’ll be perfect for you any day. I love you, and I love your sister. Now relax, mi princesa. Relax, breathe, calm down. We’re going to be okay.” 

And like you had earlier, Ingrid hoped with everything in her that Mapi was right about this. 

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Ingrid and Mapi fell silent the minute you walked into the kitchen the next morning. They’d been talking about you, clearly, and they looked at you nervously the minute you were in sight. You’d woken up irritated, though, as you sometimes did, feeling like your blood was boiling, as if one wrong thing would set you off. You wished you had more control than that, but you knew the minute you heard your sister’s voice, you would fly off the handle. Because this morning? You weren’t sad. You were furious. 

The room was a complete contradiction to how you were feeling. Ingrid and Mapi’s home was bright with sunlight, and warm with color. They were both holding matching coffee mugs, and looking at you with matching concerned expressions, and all of it made you want to scream. Why did Ingrid get to have this perfect life, and you didn’t? Why did she get to be happy so easily, and you didn’t? 

You were lost in your thoughts, taking the coffee Mapi handed you with a quiet thank you. The kitchen was uncomfortably silent. 

“Hi, solstråle. How are you feeling this morning?” Ingrid piped up. You clenched your jaw. How did she think you were feeling?

“Fine.” You snapped. 

Ingrid remained quiet and soothing when she spoke next, and it made you even angrier. “Honey, last night,”

“I don’t really feel like talking about it right now.” You said harshly, cutting her off. Ingrid tensed, trying to keep her reaction in check. 

“I’m sorry, solstråle, but that is not an option. We need to talk about what happened, we can’t wait on that.” Ingrid insisted, voice measured. 

Still it was like she’d hit you. Your head snapped up, your features contorted with rage, and you set your coffee down dangerously softly, glaring at your sister. “Oh now we have to? Now we have to talk about it? I’ve been here for 6 fucking months Ingrid. It took you months to realize something was wrong, and you didn’t even realize! I had to write it out for you. You told me last night that you love me, that you want me here, well then why didn’t you fucking show it before now! I said I don’t want to talk today and I meant that.” You yelled. 

Ingrid shook her head, her hands clenching tight into fists. “Do not yell at me. I am trying to help. I understand that you’re hurt, and that you’re upset, but-” 

You scoffed loudly then, interrupting her, and Ingrid got visibly more frustrated with you, her lips turning down into a disapproving frown. 

“You can’t-” 

“Ingrid, just take a sec.” Mapi cut in, her soft voice a sharp contrast to how you and your sister had been conversing. “Nena, we do need to talk, but it doesn’t have to be now. Let’s just all take a breath.” 

Ingrid was shocked when you slowly nodded your head and took a step back from her, inhaling deeply. It was like magic; she’d never seen an argument that you were involved in get de-escalated so quickly.  

“Go get your homework, okay? You’re coming with us to training.” Ingrid said after a minute. There was no room for argument in her words, and you fought against another surge of anger, fought the urge to yell. 

“Is this because of what I wrote?” You asked evenly. Ingrid and Mapi exchanged glances. 

“Listen, nena, we just want to keep an eye on you.” Mapi told you, realizing that you were a lot less reactive when she spoke to you than when Ingrid did. 

“I know what I said. I wasn’t going to do anything, though. Really. I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t do that to you.” You defended quietly. 

Mapi felt Ingrid’s hand slide into hers and grip tight. I wouldn’t do that to you, you’d said. Not I wouldn’t do that, period. Everytime she thought about what you’d written, Ingrid felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She wasn’t sure what would have happened if Mapi hadn’t gotten home when she did. She wasn’t sure how close she’d come to losing you. She was so scared. 

Ingrid had never been good at letting you see how she was feeling, and maybe that was why, until this point, you’d gone out of your way to hide your own emotions from her. She decided to take Mapi’s advice from the night before. Just be her sister. Not her parent. Just be her sister, and if you don’t know what else to say, tell her you love her. 

Ingrid approached you like she was worried you would lash out at her, which may have been fair. When you made no move to step away from her, she carefully stood directly in front of you, and put her hands on your shoulders. 

“What you wrote really scared me. I’m not mad, solstråle, I’m just really scared. And I trust you, I do, but if I left you here alone, I would just worry, and we haven’t talked yet, and I have no idea what you’re thinking other than the things you said on that piece of paper. So it would make me feel a lot better if you came with us to training today.” 

You blinked up at her for a minute, before you slowly nodded your head. “Okay. I guess that’s fair.” 

Ingrid seemed equally as surprised as you did, removing her hands from your shoulders, and gesturing for you to go get your bag. Once you’d disappeared from the room, she turned back to her girlfriend, who had a ridiculous grin on her face. 

“Look! You communicated! Like a real human being!” Mapi joked, opening her arms. Ingrid instantly melted into the hug, though she scowled at her girlfriend’s teasing. 

“I communicate.” She said stubbornly. 

“Sometimes,” Mapi allowed. “You’ve definitely gotten better. And you’ll keep getting better because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as determined as you are right now to make sure that your solstråle is okay.” Mapi whispered, kissing the side of Ingrid’s head. 

“My solstråle.” Ingrid smiled. “I started calling her that when she was 3, and she had this shirt with a sun on it. I told her I liked it once, and whenever she saw me sad after that, she’d run off to put the shirt on and come show me. I called her my little solstråle. My sunbeam. She used to be so smiley, María. So happy. She’s so different now.” Very quickly, the smile faded from Ingrid’s face and she held Mapi closer to her. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, mi princesa,” Mapi promised. 

You cleared your throat from the doorway, then, and your sister and her girlfriend sprung apart, blushing like high schoolers caught in an awkward position. “Are you guys done making out?” 

“We weren’t making out,” Ingrid groaned, as you all headed towards the door. 

“No, we only make out after training,” Mapi said seriously.

You made a fake retching sound, Ingrid slapped her girlfriend in the arm, and Mapi laughed to herself, but the tension was broken. And you had smiled, a real smile. Ingrid didn’t care what she had to say to see you smile again, she’d do it. 

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As was the norm when you went to training, the younger girls immediately latched onto you, yanking you away from Ingrid and pulling you into some scheme to get back at Mapi for the prank she’d pulled on them last week. It was the usual suspects; Pina,Vicky, Salma, and a couple others pulling you from the room, already giggling. They kindly didn��t say anything about the bruising and cuts on your face, and for that you were grateful, although you did get a few raised eyebrows from the older players. Ingrid watched you go anxiously, only turning her attention away from the door you’d walked out of when Mapi squeezed her hand.

“She’ll be fine.” Mapi promised. Ingrid nodded, but she didn’t stop worrying. And when Mapi went off to work in the gym herself, the Norwegian had no one to pull her out of her head. 

She worried all through the gym session, paying very little attention to what she was supposed to be doing. Which wasn’t normal for Ingrid, and it caught the attention of pretty much everyone. 

Ingrid was staring intently at where you were sitting against the wall in the shade, working on your homework, when Alexia and Frido approached. 

“Everything okay, Engen?” Alexia asked. 

“Yep.” Ingrid said distractedly. 

“What did our dear solstråle do this time?” Frido joked, having known your sister long enough to know precisely why you were living with her. Alexia knew, too, and smiled, joining in on the joke. Until Ingrid’s eyes inexplicably filled with tears, and she turned away from you, wiping harshly at her face. 

“Ingrid? What happened?” Frido wondered, running a hand up and down the Norwegian’s arm, while Alexia looked around anxiously, searching for anyone, anyone on earth, that would be better at dealing with whatever was going on than she would be. 

“It’s a long story.” Ingrid said, her voice cracking. Frido and Alexia exchanged looks, before the captain turned to Jona across the pitch. 

“Ingrid needs her ankle taped!” She shouted, before leading both women off the pitch. Jona nodded knowingly, despite the fact that Ingrid hadn’t done anything to her ankle, and it was rather odd for 2 entire people to accompany her to tape it. Jona knew that Alexia wouldn’t be asking for a minute for Ingrid if she didn’t think it was necessary. 

Ingrid let them pull her into the locker room, rather desperate for some advice and some honesty. Because Mapi loved her too much to tell her how badly she’d really messed up, and both Frido and Alexia were known to be brutally honest. She needed brutal honesty right now. No matter how much it hurt.

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You were busy struggling through an essay you were supposed to be writing entirely in Spanish when Frido sat down next to you. One look at her face told you she knew exactly what was going on. You weren’t that surprised. She was your sister’s best friend, and you’d known her for a long time. If there was anyone that Ingrid was going to talk to, it would be Frido. 

Frido always spoke to you in Norwegian, a thing you were endlessly grateful for. It instantly put you at ease, and today was no different, as she tugged playfully at your ear.

“How is my favorite Norwegian?” She asked. 

“I know you already asked your second favorite Norwegian.” You replied jokingly. 

“Why would I ask Caro how you are?” Frido deadpanned. 

You threw your head back, laughing loudly, and Frido grinned, continuing on to tell any and every joke she could think of. 

Ingrid watched from the doorway of the building, and when Mapi turned the corner and saw her watching the two of you, she knew exactly what her girlfriend was thinking. 

Ingrid saw Mapi coming, though, and forced a smile onto her face. “How was the gym?” She asked. 

“Fine. I was distracted though. How is she doing?” Mapi replied, nodding in your direction. 

“Well. She’s joking around with Frido. So, better I assume.” Ingrid said evenly. 

“She’s joking with Frido because Frido speaks her language, and she trusts her, and she didn’t just get into a screaming match with Frido. Frido didn’t read a letter containing her most upsetting feelings. She loves you, Ingrid, she just needs time.” Mapi assured her. Ingrid kissed her cheek softly, very appreciative that her girlfriend always knew what she needed. 

“What if she doesn’t want to talk when we get home?” Ingrid asked, after another minute. 

Mapi sounded wiser than normal when she spoke. Ingrid wasn’t used to her being the voice of reason in their relationship, but she appreciated that the defender always stepped up, and was always willing to be what Ingrid needed. “What happened last night was a big thing. She needs to process, and she needs to take her time with it. She’ll talk when she’s ready. And until then, we keep an eye on her, we give her hugs, and we tell her that we love her, vale?” 

“Okay.” Ingrid agreed. It was going to be a long and difficult evening of not suffocating you with questions, it seemed. She’d do it, though, if it was what you needed. Ingrid thought that she would probably quit football or cut off one of her limbs if that was what you needed. 

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You didn’t talk much the rest of the day, as Mapi predicted, and as Ingrid feared. Your sister did her best not to push you, and was mostly successful. Mapi kept the conversation going, able to talk about nothing for hours. She knew exactly which topics to discuss and which to avoid, and she knew how to make both you and Ingrid laugh until your stomachs hurt. Thank god for Mapi. 

You were… relatively alright. Until later that evening, when you got up to head upstairs to finish some homework. You’d accidentally picked up Ingrid’s phone thinking it was yours, and saw a few texts from your mom to her. All about how much she missed Ingrid, how she was thinking of her, how she made Ingrid’s favorite for dinner that night. Nothing about you. You put it back down silently, grabbed your phone, and tried not to think about it, to no avail.

Instead of doing your homework, you sat on the floor of your room, thinking of the fact that your mom had missed your birthday, and not even noticed. Ingrid had, too, but she’d apologized over and over, and she’d promised to take you shopping over the weekend, and to dinner. Ingrid was trying. Your mother hadn’t tried in a while. 

You didn’t realize you were crying until Mapi knocked on the door to say goodnight. She peaked in, frowning when she saw the fresh tears on your cheeks. 

“Hey,” she said softly, carefully lowering herself to the ground next to you, minding her knee. She texted Ingrid to come upstairs, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, because I know that you aren’t. But Ingrid and I love you. Ingrid and I want you here. Ingrid and I are gonna fix things, and that is a promise.” 

You registered the words, though you didn’t believe them. Still, you gave Mapi a watery smile and leaned into her a bit. Ingrid’s footsteps were quiet in the hall, but you recognized that she was walking faster than normal. She appeared at your door, then, giving Mapi a meaningful look, and took Mapi’s place, sliding down onto the floor next to you. You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and holding tight. It looked as if you were trying to physically hold yourself together. 

“Hey, solstråle,” Ingrid said softly. You murmured a greeting, not moving your chin from your knees, and not turning your gaze towards your sister either. It was quiet for a minute before Ingrid prompted you. “Talk to me, please.” 

You sighed, a tear rolling down your cheek. “‘I just miss Mom.” You said finally. 

Ingrid’s chest squeezed uncomfortably. You were so stubborn, so willful, sometimes she forgot you were just a kid. Just an 18 year old kid living in a foreign country, who missed her mom. “Do you want to call her?” She asked, not very confident in the suggestion, but not really sure what else to say. 

You instantly shook your head. “No. She doesn’t want to talk to me.” 

“Kjære, of course she does,” Ingrid began, but she wasn’t really sure. Your parents were so different, now. And whenever Ingrid called her mom, she never asked about you. She only wanted to hear about Ingrid. Your sister wasn’t stupid, she knew she was their favorite, but she didn’t expect them to write you off completely when you moved to Spain. They seemed happier, now. Without you there. It was something Ingrid couldn’t understand. Neither could you, really, but you had long accepted it. 

“No she doesn’t. I stopped calling her, just to see. 2 months ago. She hasn’t called me once. She doesn’t want me, anymore, Ingrid. I know I was an accident, but if they were going to hate me for ruining their early retirement plans, I don’t know why they didn't just…” 

Ingrid was speechless. At a loss for words, and so so angry. You filled the silence, though, things you’d never said out loud falling out of your mouth like you couldn’t help it. 

“I miss what mom was like before, when I was younger. When you were still at home. I miss that mom. I don’t miss the one that I could call right now.” 

“I don’t understand,” Ingrid said quietly, her hand resting on your head, and pulling you closer to her. 

“Ingrid, I know mom is always nice to you, but,” 

“No, solstråle. I don’t understand her. How she could bring someone so perfect into this world and not want to spend the rest of her life watching you grow up. I’ll never forgive her for how she’s made you feel, and I’ll never forgive myself for not noticing earlier. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it better. I promise you.” 

“Thanks, Ing.” You mumbled, looking up at her for a minute before resting your head on her shoulder. 

The problem was, Ingrid could tell you didn’t believe her. She could see it in your eyes; they were still so guarded and so hurt. You were still angry with her, she knew. You thought she just felt guilty, and eventually she would go back to how she was before. Ingrid didn’t know how to make you believe what she felt and what she told you. She worried so deeply that she wouldn’t be able to. That too much damage had been done, and that maybe she wouldn’t be able to fix it. Late at night, early in the morning, right in the middle of a match, she worried about that. All the time until it consumed her, and all she wanted to do was sit with you, and promise you over and over that she loved you more than anything on this planet. What if you never believed her? 

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doesn't everyone feel so much better now!

[sturniholo]

the only exception - matt sturniolo

in which matt shows the reader what love should look like

matt x fem reader !

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The sound of my mother’s screams ricocheted off the walls as I lay in bed. This was a sound I was all too familiar with, as it happened almost every night. My dad would do or say something to upset my mom, which resulted in a big argument.

However, tonight was worse than it had ever been. The sound of my parents' bedroom door slamming made me shoot up from my bed. Loud steps could be heard going down the stairs. I could hear cries in the hallway, making me get out of bed.

My mom stood at the top of the stairs, mascara running down her face. My heart broke as I heard her sobs. She always held herself together, putting on a tough front for her kids, but tonight she just couldn’t.

Instinctively, I made my way over to her, making her immediately wipe her tears. She wrapped her arm around me, pulling me into her side. She sniffled loudly, occasionally letting out a soft cry.

My dad on the other hand packed a bag and made his way down the road. He was too angry to be at home and needed to get away. He had done this before, so it wasn’t shocking. He was never gone for long, and would usually come back the next day. But this was the final straw.

It had been a whole week and he still didn’t come home. I then learned that my parents had split up that night. Ever since then, I could finally sleep at night, with no interruptions from either of them.

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I stared off at the wall as my older sister leaned on my shoulder, letting out gut-wrenching sobs. Her boyfriend of two years had cheated on her, which obviously made her upset.

My hand rested on her back, rubbing soothing circles on her skin. Her tears rapidly fell on my shirt, creating a wet patch, but I didn’t mind. She needed a shoulder to cry on, so of course I was there for her.

In my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what led to this. They had seemed like the perfect couple. He was always at the house, cuddled up on the couch with her. The picture of her waltzing around the house, waiting for him to pick her up for their date entered my mind.

But there she sat, crying her eyes out over him. Letting tears fall from her eyes and snot drip from her nose as she let it all out.

From that point on, I didn’t allow myself to get into a relationship. I pushed away any feelings I developed for anyone if I even allowed myself to develop those feelings. And I was quite content with that, as other things in life brought me happiness.

I stuck to this philosophy for years, until something changed. During my senior year, I met a guy. His name was Matt. We sat beside each other in history class, which we both found boring. However, we quickly became good friends, which made history class something to look forward to.

As the school year progressed, I found myself developing feelings for him. I tried my absolute best to push them away, but as soon as he flashed me a smile, they all came rushing back.

Soon, prom season came around. All of my friends were excited. They couldn’t wait to dress up, go out to eat, and slow dance with their date. But on the other hand, I couldn’t care less. I thought prom was a waste of time, especially if you went with a date.

However, Matt convinced me to go to prom with him. And safe to say, it was the most fun I have had in a long time. We danced all night, occasionally sneaking off to steal food from the snack table or take pictures in the photo booth.

A few months later, I came to a terrifying realization. I liked Matt. A scary amount. Due to these feelings, I began to distance myself. I would decline hangouts or leave him on read for a few days.

Eventually, this caught up with me. One day he came to my house, quite aggravated. I remember it as clear as day.

I quickly jogged down the stairs, making my way to the front door. I pulled it open, revealing Matt. He wore a slightly aggravated expression, making me knit my brows. “Matt, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? You haven’t answered me in three days and you wonder why I’m here?” He pushes past me, leaving me dumbfounded. I close the door and follow him into my living room.

He’s sitting on the couch, leaning forward. I sit on the other end of the couch, keeping a good distance between us. “You can’t even sit near me. Seriously, what’s going on with you?” He looks over at me with a hurt expression, making me feel awful.

“I’m scared,” my voice breaks as I speak.

“Why?”

I look away from him, turning my attention towards my lap. “Because I like you so much it scares me.” I felt a hand on my thigh, causing me to look over to him.

“You shouldn’t be afraid because I like you too. It’s been killing me that you’ve been ignoring me, y/n.” As his words sunk in, my heart couldn’t help but pound. To hear those words took a huge weight off my shoulders.

A few weeks later, Matt asked me out on a date. To say I was excited was an understatement, but I still had my worries. What if it all went wrong? What if I never spoke to him again after tonight? Those thoughts ran through my mind as I got ready.

As our date came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile. I had the best time tonight. Matt picked me up and took me to my favorite restaurant. He paid and even ordered me a dessert.

Now here we were, back at his car. I was sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window when I felt a hand on my leg. I turned to look at Matt, a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“I had a great time tonight.” His hand moved up my leg, resting on my thigh. As he began to caress the skin, I couldn’t help but ease into his touch.

I gazed into his eyes, allowing myself to get lost in them. “Me too.” My eyes flickered down to his lips, making him smirk.

Before I knew it, he was leaning in. He placed his lips on mine, his hand gripping my thigh. My hand found his jaw, my lips moving on his. As we kissed, I couldn’t help but smile.

He pulled away, a big grin on his face. “Be my girlfriend,” he blurted. My eyes widened at his words. “Please,” he breathed out.

I thought for a moment, my mind racing. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, Matt.”

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That night changed my life for the better. It’s exactly why I’m in the position I am now.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun peaked in through the curtain. I stirred around in bed before slowly sitting up. My movements were constrained as I felt Matt’s tight grip around me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down at him. He was peacefully sleeping, his mouth slightly open, allowing soft snores to escape. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He stirred beneath me, his eyes slowly opening. A yawn left his lips as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. “Good morning, baby,” he said as he pulled me into his side.

“Good morning, babe.” He placed a kiss on my forehead, making me smile. I watched as he sat up, pulling the covers off of his body.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast. Pancakes sound good?” I gave him a nod. I watched as he left the room, a smile on my face.

Simple things like that remind me how lucky I am to have Matt. Had I let my fears get the best of me, I would have missed out on love others spend their whole life searching for.

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a/n: shoutout to all the girlies with divorced parents and a fear of intimacy…😭 ily