#if he broke up with one of them and got into a relationship with the other after

[lightsoutmatthews]

Emergency Contact - Sidney Crosby

summary: after an incident at work you wake up in the hospital, much to your surprise your ex-boyfriend is there too

pairing: Sidney Crosby x female!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: hospitals, fainting, mentions of needles, age gap relationship (reader described to me in her mid 20s)

authors note

greetings from the sunny South of France

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When you blink your eyes open you were in an unfamiliar setting. A rhythmic beep was coming from somewhere, but you couldn’t quite make out from where because consciousness hadn’t completely returned to your body yet.

You didn’t know where exactly you were. The last thing you remembered being suddenly feeling incredibly ill on the way to your next meeting and no matter how hard you tried to think about what happened next you could not remember.

You had a few very stressful weeks. A big project deadline was coming up at work and in the middle of all of it you broke up with your boyfriend.

Sidney and you ending wasn’t something that came completely out of the blue, it wasn’t like you were fighting or anything dramatic turned the tide in your relationship. Life got busy. Not living together and him being gone half the month wasn’t helping to keep the relationship what it was in the beginning.

Sometimes you thought he felt bad for keeping you in his house during the weekends. “You´re young, you should be out partying not watch old movies with me on the couch.” He once said to you. When you tried to argue that you loved the quiet evenings with him, he just shrugged it off.

The ten-year age gap hadn’t been something that bothered you. You enjoyed a quiet life after being the life of the party when you were in college. Settling down in your mid-twenties something you hadn’t imagined for you but weren’t complaining about.

But you knew it bothered Sidney sometimes, that paired with the lack of seeing each other lead to the eventual end of your relationship.

It wasn’t an easy talk but neither of you had hard feelings. You had gathered your things from his house with the promise to drop his off as soon as you had time to gather them and that was the end of it.

Sure, you missed him and deep down you knew there would always be some sort of feelings for the man you had spent almost a year with, but it wasn’t the worst break-up you ever had.

Locking eyes with exactly that man when you fully gained consciousness again was not what you expected.

Sidney looked exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in days. Head hung low; a penguins hoodie draped over his broad shoulders; team issued sweats on his legs. He looked like he was fresh out of practice and didn’t have time to change yet.

You blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t imagining him being there. While doing that you finally fully realized where you were. A hospital room. A needle poked in the back of your hand, a bag with fluids hanging on a metal rod next to you. Stiff sheets wrapped around you.

“Oh great, you´re awake,” a nurse, entering your room, said. Sidney’s head snapped up immediately, his dark eyes locking with yours. “Do you remember what happened? Or why you are here?” she questioned, while you still starred at your ex-boyfriend with an open mouth and wide eyes.

Closing your mouth when her words registered, you tried to remember once again, but nothing came back to you.

“The last thing I remember was being at work, rushing from one meeting to the next and then I woke up here,” you mumbled. The nurse wrote something down on a tablet she was carrying before looking at you with kind eyes.

“You fainted at work. One of your co-workers called an ambulance because you weren’t waking up for a few minutes and they were really worried. You have been resting for a couple of hours now. How are you feeling?” she explained the situation.

Blinking a few times a faint memory of being in the ambulance came back to you. The unsteady back and forth on the uncomfortable bed. While the paramedics moved around you but that was it.

“I remember being in the ambulance,” you whispered. The nurse nodded before facing the tablet again.

While she was doing that your eyes went back to Sidney. The hospital chair was too small for his large frame. He was fidgeting with his hands; a look of worry firm on his face.

“It´s good that you seem to be feeling better. The doctor will be with you in a few to explain to you what the next steps are but I´m sure your boyfriend can take you home in a few hours.” She nodded towards Sidney, who stiffened when she mentioned the word boyfriend.

That was the first time you questioned why he was here. You weren’t together anymore, there was no reason for anyone to call him or for anyone connected to you to have his number in the first place.

“I´ll be back in a bit,” the nurse waived goodbye before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly.

Carefully you tried to sit up, but exhaustion was still lingering all over your body. “Stop trying to move so much, you need rest,” his firm voice came out of nowhere. He had been a silent observer of everything ever since you woke up, so you were taken aback a little.

A few beats of silence followed. You tried to gather the courage to ask why he was here. He was thinking about something too, you knew by the expression on his face.

You swallowed. Your throat dry from hours without water.

“Here,” Sidney said, getting up, handing you a cup that was placed on a table next to the bed. “Thanks,” you coughed out before taking a greedy sip from the cup. “Go slow,” the man in front of you uttered.

After a few gulps your throat started to feel better, and you felt like you were able to speak normal again. Sidney had returned to his chair, back to kneading his hands and thinking.

“Why are you here, Sid?” you quietly questioned.

The hockey player ran his hand over his face, letting out a sigh before answering. “They called me. Apparently, I´m still your emergency contact.” You closed your eyes, swallowing hard. Removing him from the list of contacts was on your list of things you needed to do, but since the last weeks were so busy you simply forgot. It´s not like anyone expected you to land in the hospital any time soon.

“I´m sorry.” You eyed him up and down. “Did they call you away from practice?”

You had stopped following the Penguins soon after the two of you broke up. You weren’t a hockey fan before you met him, only watching games for him during your relationship, stopping soon after it ended.

“Yeah, not off the ice but from the weight room.” You swallowed hard again. You knew how serious he took his training and discipline. Him leaving the facility to get to you at the hospital not something you had even expected from him during the relationship, much less now.

“I´m sorry they called you away. You didn’t have to come.” His brows furrowed. “What am I supposed to do when a hospital calls me, telling me my girlfriend passed out at work and is admitted into it because of severe exhaustion? What would they think of me if I didn’t show up?”

His image was one of the most important things to him. No scandals, ever. He was just here to protect that, you thought.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he added before you could say another word. “I didn’t mean it in a way of being who I am but what kind of boyfriend I would be.” You turned your head to look directly into his eyes again.

“But you´re not,” his features tightened. “They don’t know that.”

Turning back to stare at the celling you let out a deep breath. Your head was starting to hurt and the quiet grumble in your stomach slowly began to be more prominent. It made you a little uncomfortable that he was just staring at you without saying anything. Like he could see right through you and your thoughts.

“You can leave if you want to, I´m sure you have more important things to do than watch your ex-girlfriend at the hospital. I call my sister to pick me up later.” Sidney let out an incoherent grumble before looking at you like you had just offended him.

“I´m good,” he said before grabbing his phone, that was lying face down next to him and began typing. Probably to coaches or teammates, letting them know that he would not come back to the facility today.

Based on the fact that he was still here you figured that he didn’t have a game today. If he did, he wouldn’t have disrupted his routine. He was so superstitious in that department. If he didn’t go through his usual routines before a game, he was convinced he would have a bad game.

When you were still together it took you a while to come to terms with it. But there was never a day where you didn’t respect his wishes. You knew he was who he was because of what he did.

Heavy silence cast over the room. Neither of you knowing what to say. Was small talk something appropriate for this? Should you ask him about hockey? Tell him about why you were so exhausted?

In the end you decided against it. He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, there was no reason for you to share all that with him.

“You should let your co-workers know that you´ll be alright,” Sidney suggested, when he stopped typing into his phone a few minutes later. “One of them kept calling earlier but I didn’t know if they knew about us, so I didn’t pick up.”

You looked over at the small table next to you bed again. Your phone laid there abandoned. “There is no us, Sidney,” was the first thing you argued. His features got hard. “I didn’t want to assume.”

“Assume what? We broke up weeks ago, yes, I told them about it. It’s not like it was supposed to be kept a secret right? Hardly anyone knew we were together anyways.” It wasn’t supposed to be an accusation, but you realized that it came out like one.

He valued his privacy. Only people close to him knew about your relationship. Family, friends, his team and a few selected others. You weren’t complaining. A life in the public eye like his was, wasn’t something you ever intended on having.

“Sorry, I didn’t want that to sound so accusing,” you backtracked immediately, just like he did earlier. Your head had started to pound, feeling like it was about to explode. Rubbing your temples you closed your eyes again, hoping it would go away when you shut out the bright overhead lights.

When you opened them again a few minutes later the room was cast in darkness. The only light coming from Sidney´s phone screen. He was typing again, not noticing that you had opened your eyes.

You observed him for a bit. While you couldn’t see much you could see that the grey streak in his hair got more prominent since you last saw him in person. His expression was stern, but the familiar softness of his features wasn’t lost in it. He was still as beautiful as you remembered him. Looking effortlessly put together even in his team issued sweats and with tussled hair.

“I can feel you staring,” he chuckled. “Hard not to look when you look like that,” you laughed back, grimacing immediately when a sting pinched through your head. You didn’t mean to flirt but something in the air made it impossible to react normal to his presence.

“The nurse should be here with some painkillers any minute,” he added before putting his phone away, giving you his full attention again.

Speaking of the devil the nurse from earlier softly opened the door and stepped in, followed by an older woman in a white coat.

The nurse handed you a pill and another cup of water, while the woman, who you assumed was the doctor, checked the monitor you were hooked up on.

“Wonderful to see that you are awake. Mr. Crosby told us that you´re experiencing a strong headache. That’s normal after fainting. It should go away with the ibuprofen and rest. You´ll be as good as new in a few hours.” She turns to face Sidney.

“When you take her home, she needs to rest.” She turned back around to face you this time, speaking again before you could tell her that Sidney would in fact not take you home. “No work for a few days, you need rest and after that you need to take it slow,” she added with a stern expression.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Sidney was faster. “I´ll take care of it.” His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. “Good, we´ll get the results from the lab in about forty-five minutes, I´ll come back then and you should be able to leave after that. But again, no work, nothing that could induce too much stress.” You nodded, fear overtaking your thoughts.

You still had the project due next week and since you were one of the leading designers, taking days off before it was set to launch. The team was capable, you knew that, but there was no way you wouldn’t be there to oversee the last steps.

“I´ll be back in a bit,” the doctor said, before rushing out of the room.

Sidney shuffled in his chair. He seemed nervous all of a sudden and from experience you knew that it took a lot to make in nervous. “You can leave if you have to, I´ll get out on my own.” Your voice was quiet, you weren’t even sure he heard you but when he sucked in a deep breath before standing you assumed he had.

What you hadn’t assumed was that instead of leaving like you just offered him he walked over to your side. Suddenly being close to him sent a shiver down your spine. His familiar scent took over your nose and let goosebumps rise on your arms.

A few seconds passed without anyone saying anything. You looking anywhere but in his general direction but at the same time feeling his glace on you. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

For a beat you weren’t sure what he meant but then it clicked in your head. He wanted to know what was going on, why you passed out at work. The look of worry on his face still as prominent as when you first woke up.

Taking a deep breath, you brushed a stand of your hair out of your face before answering. “They promoted me to lead designer for the project, like you know and ever since then responsibilities were piled on my head. Not like small things, more like I had to redesign one entire page of the website because one of the new hires messed something up by accident. Then I had constant meetings with the board. They´re insisting that everything about this is perfect. One wrong move and the entirety of the team will face consequences.”

You took a short break, taking another deep breath, considering your next words carefully. “And then in the middle of all that my boyfriend and I broke up. Which might have seemed inevitable and predictable but still nagged on me for weeks.”

For a second you had hesitated before speaking. Debated with yourself if you should bring it up as one of the reasons why you were so stressed right now. But you felt like he deserved to know.

“I´m sorry,” you blinked. Starring at him in silence, not understanding what exactly he was sorry for. “I did a lot of thinking since and breaking up the way we did was wrong. We… I should have worked harder to make it work.” He ran his hand over his face once again, turning away, but you grabbed his hand before he could fully walk away.

“Sid, this is not your fault. It´s a lot of stressors coming together at an unfortunate time. You and I ending was unavoidable. Work getting busy right at the same time is just a coincidence.”

“You and I ending was avoidable.”

His statement lingered in the room like a heavy cloud. You didn’t understand what he meant.

Looking at him for answers he seemed to calculate his next words very carefully.

“I thought I was holding you back. You´re only 26, that´s young. I thought you should rather be out with your friends on a Saturday night than on the couch with me or at the arena watching me play a sport you don´t even like. That´s on me. I should’ve listened to you when you told me it’s what you want.”

His confession surprised you and while he was right, and you were glad that he could see that he was projecting something onto your relationship that was entirely untrue you weren’t sure why he was coming out with it right now. At the hospital. Where he only showed up because you forgot to remove him as your emergency contact.

“Why are you telling me this now? And why here?” you questioned.

“Getting the call and seeing you in here made me realize I never want to not be there when you need someone to be by your side. Doesn’t matter if it´s in the hospital or at your big work presentation.” He tightened the grip you still had on his hand. “I want to be there, if you´ll still have me.”

You swallowed hard. This confession hitting you even harder than the first one. You didn’t assume he was still feeling for you like before.

Weeks had passed since the two of you broke up. Life moved on and so did he, or so you tought.

Him standing here, in your hospital room, asking you if he could still be the guy that stands by your side through life, something you never imagined happening. But your heart immediately fluttered when he spoke the words. Lingering feelings of something you still had just a few short weeks ago bubbling back up before you could even try to swallow them down.

Being with Sidney was good. Being with Sidney was something you wished you had never given up for weeks after the initial conversation happened and now you had it right in front of you again.

“Sid…” you started. His hopeful eyes dimming immediately at your tone. But you spoke again before he had a chance to intercept. “… if we want to try again, we really need to set some rules, okay?” He nodded slowly.

“We can discuss them later, I mean I am still in the hospital, and I should rest before my boyfriend takes me home.” His hear perked up at the word boyfriend his face totally different than earlier when the nurse called him the same thing.

“So, you´re giving us another chance?” A smile spread across his face. “Yeah, Sid. I´m giving us another chance.”

He grabbed your hand, the one that still had a hold on his and placed a subtle kiss to the back of it.

“I will work harder to make this work, I promise,” he mumbled against it. “Let´s not talk about this now,” you reminded him. “Just kiss me.”

And who was he do deny you.

[petalbcrnes]

⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🌻 ⋆ fwb!𝓓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝓖𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 ’n catching feelings .ᐟ

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 — you and dick have a fwb relationship, he catches feelings for you and can’t help but feel helpless to the feelings of jealousy festering in his heart. he wants to be the only one you look at.

𝐂𝐖 — this contains nsfw content (under the cut), descriptions of making out, séx / smút.

‎ ‎ ➢ ﹔DIRECTORY ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

— 𝓢𝐅𝐖 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

It started out simple. In no way was it supposed to turn into what it is now.

You and Dick got along well. Your friendship bloomed quickly. Similar interests, personalities, and friend groups brought you two together.

It could have been predicted you two would hit it off.

He was captivated by you at first. It was curiosity at first glance. He wanted to know more about you. He wondered if you’d let him in. Let him push back the layers you use to cover your heart tucked away between your ribs.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, that’s up for interpretation) you did let him in.

The weekends you two spent as friends visiting parks, arcades, shops, and cafes turned somehow different.

You two still went to the same places, but now it was only the two of you alone, no one else to disturb the time you spent with him.

It became second nature to spend that time with him. It didn’t take much time for Dick to seek you out every second of the day.

He wanted to be close to you. He made that very clear. Physically, you two were basically attached at the hip.

He should know better than to let something akin to attraction for one of his best friends bloom in his heart, but it is so natural when it comes to you.

Jealousy comes very easy to this man. He wants to spend every moment with you, and god forbid someone else takes that time away from the two of you.

He’s comically jealous. Dramatic as he claims you broke his heart. You two pretend it’s a joke. Whatever it takes to admit it’s all real.

It gets more and more intimate. There are drunken calls, touches that are too soft and tender, sweet words said between the two of you, and so much more.

Dick wants more. He hopes you do as well and is willing to take the chance to prove himself worthy of waking up next to you every morning, not as someone you only spend the night with, but as someone you call a partner.

— 𝓝𝐒𝐅𝐖 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

The first night you two cross the blurred lines of friendship and whatever the two of you have goes something like this.

The feeling of wanting more quickly bloomed in your chests. It grew and grew until one night the air felt different when he looked at you.

Dick’s eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. He looked different from what you were used to.

And suddenly every warning your friends gave you about him started ringing out in your head—he’s a playboy, you couldn’t trust him.

And you surely shouldn’t let him stare at you like that, let his lean fingers trace your jaw, let them settle on your plump lips.

You shouldn’t feel a burning ache inside you when he tugs your bottom lip ever so slightly.

You shouldn’t have let him kiss you. But you’ve always been weak for him. You should have known this would have happened.

Every precaution and warning about this gets thrown out the window as he travels his hand below, cupping your neck and waist at the same time, bringing you into his lap.

You can feel him smile against your lips, as if he has something he’s been wanting and craving for so long right in his lap.

He’s characteristically loud. He doesn’t shut up—“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

You can feel yourself getting dizzy and your mind goes hazy with every admission from his already glossy lips from the kisses you two shared—“I knew”—he mumbles between kisses—“you’d taste like heaven.”

Most nights you two spend like this.

Though you try to keep your distance, try to see other people, invite others to your bed.

You don’t think he notices, but he does. Every night you don’t answer his texts, it stings his heart.

The sex becomes even more emotional after the feelings grow into something more.

His hands grip your hips even more desperately, and his fingers dig into your skin as if he’s terrified to let go.

Every time he’s inside you, he begs to see your face. He needs to look into your eyes while the two of you reach the edge.

Surprisingly, there’s a new carefree and fun emotion added when the two of you spend the night together.

Tangled bodies under the sheets and you two will laugh, make jokes, and it all starts to feel domestic.

After that, he clings onto you. Aftercare becomes even more soft. The warm cloth he uses to clean you up is used with even more tenderness.

He silently begs for you to stay the night with him. Dimly sparkling eyes look up at you with a pleading look.

He’s basically a puppy at your door, scratching and trying to convince you to let him in.

Dick is used to being the one people chase.

Suddenly everything is flipped around. He’s the one begging for your touch, time, and presence.

He wouldn’t have it any other way. He just hopes you say yes to him the next time you two meet and he takes you out on a real date.

♥︎ . .. ♥︎ .. ♥︎

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[jamieroyjamieroy]

Tommy has come to the rescue of so many people without any thought for his own safety or the consequences of those actions. He doesn’t dwell on it, doesn’t keep score. If someone he cares about needs his help he is there. He will drop everything and do anything he can to save those who ask. That’s what he does. He is there when they need something but afterwards he goes home alone. He keeps his own company, sure he is friendly with a lot of people but he knows it’s because he is useful to them. It’s all surface level friendliness. When he gets a call he knows someone needs something from him, not because they want to check in with him or hang out just because they enjoy his company. That’s ok. He doesn’t hold a grudge, he is just happy to be able to help and he isn’t really that good of a friend anyway. Too sarcastic. Too bitchy. Too quiet. Too withdrawn. Too good at pretending he doesn’t need the close connections everyone else seems to make easily.

This time Tommy is in need of saving but he doesn’t know who would come if he called them. He doesn’t know who would even notice that he is missing to actually come looking for him.

It’s been over a year since he saved Bobby and Athena from the cruise ship. Months since he broke up with Evan. Weeks since their hookup. And in all that time he never heard from anyone at the 118. He thought he had been reforming those connections when he was dating Evan but that all went away the night he imploded their relationship.

Well that’s not entirely true. He has been forming a better friendship with one person. Someone he hadn’t thought would reach out to him under any circumstances. And he doesn’t want anything from Tommy except friendship. Maybe he would come if Tommy called, maybe he would drop everything to help Tommy. They were supposed to catch up for dinner so Tommy could get all the gossip on this friend’s new girlfriend. Well potential girlfriend. There is a chance his absence will be noticed after all.

It’s kind of a moot point anyway. Tommy has no idea where he is. No idea how long he has been here or how he got here. No way of getting to a phone to call for help. No way to escape while he is chained to the stone wall in this dark and dank basement? Cave? Dungeon? He doesn’t know, his brain still feels scrambled. All he can do is sit and wait. Wait for his head to stop pounding and his memory of what transpired to return. Wait and think about how he may never get to see Evan’s beautiful smile again, never get to tell him how sorry he is for wasting time being scared. All Tommy can do right now is hope that Ravi notices he isn’t texting him to set up that dinner, hoping that Ravi will drop everything and gather everyone to help find Tommy. He needs saving this time. He just hopes someone comes for him.

Not sure if I’m going to continue with this but I kinda like the idea of Ravi reaching out to Tommy after he tried to get him back together with Buck. I like the idea of them being friends and Ravi not needing Tommy’s help for anything.

[shefollowedthestars]

dating ava starr headcanons ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

warnings: thunderbolts spoilers!! and some unedited thoughts

notes: MY GIRL SINCE ANT MAN AND THE WASP <33 i love her sm and needed to write something for her. this is just an accumulation of thoughts i've had about dating her since i watched the movie! hope you enjoy <3

you do her hair all the time! braids, pigtails, half up-half down, any hairstyle in the book is one you'll do for her. she loves the feeling of your hands in her hair and it relaxes her more than anything else after a tough or long mission.

sometimes when you're holding hands, she'll phase in and out through your hands and it can be a comfort and something soothing for you, but sometimes it's a funny way for her to tease you. it's her version of a 'tickle attack'!

alexei is the BIGGEST supporter of your relationship with ava. when ava said that she wanted the team to meet her new girlfriend, he was ecstatic, saying how great it was that someone on the team finally had a partner and he was even more ecstatic when he got to know you. think of him as you and ava's honorary dad who loves you embarrassingly lol. he would definitely think of adding the ally flag to the 'avengerz' merch and be so excited about it.

ava is such a witty and sassy person and so when you two first met there was a lot of back and forth play insults and banter - there definitely still is now, just some of those moments have been replaced with softer, gentler ones.

she's insecure about her laugh, but you think it's the most beautiful thing to ever grace your years. whenever she laughs at your jokes or at a situation, you can't help but admire her the sound, it brings you more joy than she could ever imagine.

she always asks for your opinion on a new suit before she chooses. she brings all the options home and shows them all to you. you sit on the bed, eating a box of thunderbolts wheaties, rating them and picking your favorites.

you keep a box full of magazine clippings, printed out comments and drawings of ava that you found on news outlets. all of them are complimenting her and some comments and art pieces were written and made by little girls that look up to her. the first time she broke down, post 'new avenger' status, you brought the box out to comfort her and show her that she's capable of being an amazing person - a hero, that people can look up to.

[n0rmal-cat]

Mob boss x broke reader-long day at work

[you are his life, he doesn’t know what to do without you anymore]

Levon comes home and into readers bedroom. “Well, don't you look handsome” reader smirks.

But it falls when he doesn’t respond and flops onto their bed. His eyes looked tired. He'd only left for a few hours and he looked dead.

“You know you’re supposed to say something back right” they jokes.

“Sorry…” his voice was muffled by the pillow, he was so…different to how he usually was reader didn’t know what to do.

With a heavy sigh they start to run their finger through his hair “rough day?”

He nods

“Do you…want to talk about it?”

“I don’t like work I just want to be with you, why did you want me to go back anyway don’t you want me to look after you?”

Reader looks down at him and rolls their eyes “because that’s your job levon, I have one to you know”

“You got a new job? I’m so proud of you reader” he smiled at them

They blushed then gripped his hair and shoved his face into the pillow “shut it!” As much as they were embarrassed they also really fucking happy. They worked a lot of jobs in the past but they actually felt like they liked this one.

“The point is just because you “love” me or whatever doesn’t mean I’m your whole day, that’s not how a relationship works”

“What did you say?” His eyes lit up

“That I’m not your whole day?” They asked

“No no you said that we were in a relationship!” He jumped up from the bed

“I didn’t!-“ they looked at his face, were they? Realistically they could have kicked him out a long time ago once they got what they needed from him.

But maybe they didn’t want to, how knows maybe he secretly hypnotized you.

They give a small smile “yeah I guess I did didn’t I”

He gave a smile back “So when are we getting mar-“

“Slow down buddy, give me a little to reject my life decisions first”

He starts to kick his feet “I can wait”

[halfadiamond]

💍Friend’s Dad 4💍

💎I’m still trying to figure out how to write their accents, so I’m just writing their dialogue without it!

💎CW: one small mention of Soap being horny but that’s it!

Part One Part Two Part Three

You should’ve been suspicious when Kyle told you to come over and spend the night with him. For the majority of the time, it was always him coming to spend the night at your place. All you got out of Kyle was to pack some extra clothes, some toiletries and that his son was going to be off at his mom’s place. You hadn’t been by his place since… your first meeting so you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement of finally spending the night with your boyfriend at his place.

You also couldn’t help but feel bad in a way. You thought of Simon, Johnny, and John. All men that you hooked up with… all men who were the dads of your friends. And you broke it off with them, you definitely broke their hearts. Soap looked like a kicked puppy, John merely nodded, and Simon looked pissed but still let you go. But Kyle was different. He asked you out on a date, a proper gentleman he called himself, and soon those dates turned into a relationship and that turned into you breaking it off with the other men. Hopefully the other men were able to move on with their lives, you think to yourself as you drive off to Kyle’s place.

Kyle was seated out on his porch, waiting for you to come while the other men were inside his house relaxing on the couch. Soap was telling Ghost what he was going to do once he saw you, from dramatically claiming that you broke his heart to him saying that the only way that you could make it better was by letting him eat you out. Ghost … wasn’t really listening, he would merely nod as Soap played his dramatics. He was more focused on his phone trying to find Barbie: The Princess and The Pauper online for his daughter. While Price seemed more entertained just watching Soap, watching as he lamented and cried about you breaking his heart.

Time seemed to stand still as the men noticed your car pulling up to the driveway, they saw how you got out of your car (Ghost had to hold Soap back from going out to see you) and they saw how you gave Gaz a quick kiss before you and him came in.

Time stood still for them as you pulled up. Time stood still for you as you walked in to see those three men you broke off your situationship with, sitting at your boyfriend’s couch.

If Soap had a tail, he’d be wagging it right now as he saw you, he forget everything he was going to say to you once he saw you. Ghost looked a bit angry at seeing you but at the same time he was happy. While Price looked pleased at seeing your shocked expression. Gaz put his hand on your shoulder as he spoke.

“Think you’re already familiar with them?”

You looked at Gaz, who bore a similar expression to Price, Gaz couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he saw your expression just like a fish fresh out of water.

“You guys know each other?”

You asked meekly, silently hoping for the Earth to swallow you whole. Price was the next one to speak, in a bit of matter of fact tone.

“Know each other? Love. We served together in the military.”

All the men nodded at Price’s statement as if affirming it. Now you definitely hoping for the Earth to swallow you whole. So not only were you hooking up with all your friend’s dad (and now dating one of them), they all knew each other, and not just know each other they all served together.

It was awkward as you stood there, no longer keeping eye contact with any of them. What exactly what were you supposed to do? Apologize? Swear you’ll never show your face in front of them or their kids again? Give up your first born child to them?

“I’m not mad, y’know.”

Gaz’s voice interrupted your thoughts. He grabbed your bags and placed them by Ghost. He stood off to your side, still making you see the other men.

Not mad? Well that was great. At least you could keep your first born child.

“We talked about it. And we’re okay with sharing.”

“What?”

You spoke up as you looked again at the men, expecting maybe Ghost to try and jump you. Maybe this was a ploy to get you to let your guard down. Once you get it down, they would jump you then bury you off in an unknown place. But it never happened, the men seemed to confirm Gaz’s statement as they didn’t voice any objections. Soap was finally next to speak.

“You broke my heart Bonnie. But he’s right. We all want you and we definitely don’t mind sharing.”

Ghost spoke next, his voice calm but a bit gruff.

“We’ve shared a battlefield together. We can share a women.”

Price took the time to get up and stand in front of you. You could see the greys on his beard and on his hair, but he still looked handsome all the men you did as you noticed their aging features.

“What’d you say love? Willing to be our girl?”

As much as you should’ve said no, you couldn’t help but say yes.

[glitter-stained]

Prompt: Christmas Con

Idea: Jason & arrowfam fic in a no cape AU (no no, not the horse movie one. A different fic.)

It's a Christmas fic.

Jason is a realistic "troubled kid" (not a mass murderer -may I insist, this is a civilian AU and no action story. In-world superhero logic does not apply here.) who was adopted as a preteen by Bruce as a preteen. As a teen, he struggled with his mental health, endangering himself with passive suicidality and even running away to find his biological mother -struggles which led Bruce to enroll him in what he thought was a therapy centre, making Jason yet another victim of the troubled teen industry. As an adult, Jason's relationship with the batfam is fraught, as the family doesn't understand Jason's resentment and has been fed over and over the narrative that he's simply a bad kid who refuses to do what's necessary to get better until they -and Jason- eventually started to believe him. On a meta level we have a Jason relatively close to Rebirth here in that he's rather depressed with a very negative opinion of himself, has lost his fire in a way that makes it feel like he's almost unrecognisable to when he first came back (from "therapy") and was so angry on behalf of himself, and that most importantly, he's internalized all the classist bullshit dc has been feeding up about Jason. The main theme of the story is the intersection between classism and psychophobia. Oh and Jason has BPD, because I'm predictable.

Meanwhile Roy is struggling to rebuild his life in the aftermath of his divorce with Jade. Their relationship is complicated; he loved her, and will still always love her in a way, and so will she, and they both love each other so much, but their relationship is so difficult, so much stuff happened due to problems in their work life colliding and many other issues, including issues with Jade's mental health, Jade wishes she could take care of Lian but she's self-aware enough to know she needs to work on stuff and wouldn't be able to give her what she needs, but she still visits a lot and tries her best, but they're also arguing all the time, and Roy is struggling to find balance between work and single-fatherhood, and the stress is giving him cravings and making sobriety more difficult. But from his family's perspective, Jade is just a cold-hearted woman who abandoned Lian and broke Roy's heart, and Roy has had enough of Ollie shit-talking his loved one at every family dinner.

(To clarify, the idea isn't to portray Bruce and Ollie as terrible, but rather misguided parents who thought they were acting in their kid's interest and had maybe an ego problem of assuming they're the ones who know best and Roy and Jason just don't know what's good for them; but the difference highlighted by the parallel, across the story, has to be Ollie's ability to learn and accept that he was wrong, vs Bruce's tendency to double-down on a more comfortable, yet ultimately harmful, point of view.)

So Roy has had enough! And as the next family dinner, he has an idea, one meant to show Ollie just how "spoiled" he's acting when complaining about Jade...

Rose Wilson, survivor of the troubled teen industry and proud self-appointed most annoying roommate, is about to spend Christmas with her newfound brother... But Eddie is invited to a giant christmas party this year, and neither of them is very comfortable leaving their other roommate alone for Christmas. So when Rose's friend approaches her about an issue her brother's having, Rose knows just the way to help her former foster family while helping Jason put his theatre skills to use and get him a friend and a good distraction in this difficult time.

The plan is simple: hire Jason to act as Roy's terrible, deadbeat boyfriend for Christmas to teach Ollie a lesson about talking shit about Roy's ex-wife in front of him and Lian at family dinner.

Jason thinks he's got this one, easy peasy! A frankly comical job that pays great on Christmas day, and all he has to do is behave as an annoying parent's worst nightmare of a boyfriend? He doesn't even have to dust off his acting skills- an unstable, impulsive, asshole street rat like Jason already fits the bill perfectly. A day of food and money, and all he's gotta do is have fun and be himself.

A hiccough, though: the plan is simply not working. Of course, there's Oliver's suspicion and distrust about Roy's taste in partners, Roy's kid who seems convinced he's trying to replace her mom and steal her dad, and this damned chilli that tastes like a non-verbal shovel talk... But be it his defensive demeanor, the cigarette smell, the fact that he dropped out of highschool, or his thick, "vulgar and ill-mannered" Crime Alley drawl, nothing seems to phase this odd, complicated family- and the more Jason learns to know them, the less he wants them to dislike him...

Aka the one where Roy's con to get his family to leave Jade alone accidentally backfires into Jason getting a support system. Can be platonic or romantic! And remember, fuck the troubled teen industry.

[jessiso]

"Low Sun, Loud Hearts"

A Criminal Minds Fanfiction | Aaron Hotcher x Single Parent Fem! Reader | Part III

cw: gentle intimacy, emotional vulnerability, new relationships

w/c 1,168.

(I think this will be the final part of this guys!! unless i decide otherwise in the future! Thank you so much for reading)

(Click here for Part I)

(Click here for Part II)

...

It had only been a few days, but it felt longer. Long enough that you found yourself checking your phone more than usual, smiling at every buzz and new message from Aaron.

You hadn’t made plans yet—not officially—but there was a thread between you now, tugging tighter each time he sent a picture of Jack’s “potion ingredients” or teased you about your supposed frog transformation.

And then, finally, on a lazy Thursday evening as you were folding laundry and half-listening to your daughter hum in the other room, your phone chimed.

Aaron:

Jack asked if you’re free Saturday. He says the zipline lesson can’t wait.

Also… I was thinking maybe dinner afterward? Just us?

No pressure.

Your heart skipped. Then it skipped again when you reread it.

You:

Saturday sounds perfect. Zipline and dinner. It’s a date.

Aaron:

A date.

I like the sound of that.

You grinned at the screen, giddy in a way you hadn’t been in too long.

Saturday came with golden skies and a breeze that sent little kites spinning above the park.

You and your daughter arrived a little early this time, picnic blanket slung under one arm, the other balancing a cooler full of sandwiches and juice boxes (because of course).

Jack spotted you first, racing across the grass with a wild, toothy grin.

“She’s here!” he called over his shoulder, waving Aaron forward.

Aaron trailed behind at a much more reasonable pace, but the way his face lit up when he saw you—it made your breath catch. Like maybe he couldn’t help it. Like maybe he needed to see you.

"Hey," he said, once you met halfway. His voice was low, warm. Yours mirrored it without even trying.

"Hey."

You didn’t quite touch, but you both hovered close enough that it felt inevitable.

Soon.

The kids immediately plunged into their adventure, dragging each other toward the zipline platform like they had a mission ordained by the universe itself.

You and Aaron strolled slowly behind them, watching.

“She’s braver than I was at that age,” you admitted, arms crossed loosely over your chest. “I wouldn’t have gotten ten feet near that thing.”

Aaron chuckled. “Jack needed three solid pep talks last time. I’m impressed.”

You both leaned on the fence, side by side, the warm wood pressing against your forearms.

“She’s got a lot of you in her,” Aaron said quietly.

You turned your head, brows lifting in surprise. “Yeah?”

He nodded, looking at you with something steady and sure. “Brave. Good-hearted. Not scared to jump when it matters.”

For a moment, you didn’t say anything, afraid if you breathed too loud you’d shatter the spell he’d somehow woven around you.

“Thank you,” you said, voice thick.

Aaron’s gaze softened even more. “Don’t thank me for telling the truth.”

Jack’s triumphant whoop broke the moment, and you both turned to see him zipping through the air, your daughter cheering at the top of her lungs.

“She’s next,” Aaron said, and you both laughed when she immediately climbed up without hesitation.

Later, after scraped knees were bandaged and the sun was starting to slip down toward the horizon, Aaron helped you pack up the cooler.

“I made reservations,” he said, voice casual but his eyes watching your reaction carefully. “Nothing fancy. Just a place I know that’s good for conversation... and dessert.”

You smiled, heart warming at the thought that he’d thought this through so carefully.

“Sounds perfect,” you said. “Let me just drop her at my sister’s, then I’m all yours.”

Something in Aaron’s expression flickered—something bright, hopeful. He nodded once. “I’ll follow you.”

The kids didn’t even blink when you explained the plan. Jack was thrilled for a sleepover, and your daughter was already plotting movie marathons and popcorn feasts.

By the time you dropped her off and slid back into your car, nerves started to creep in.

It wasn’t just the idea of dinner. It was the idea of letting someone matter again. Letting someone see you.

But when Aaron stepped up to your window at the curb, smiling so softly, the nerves melted under the sheer quiet pull of him.

“You ready?” he asked.

You smiled back. “I’m ready.”

The restaurant was cozy, tucked on a quiet street with little fairy lights strung between the trees outside. Aaron opened the door for you without even thinking about it, his hand brushing the small of your back as you stepped inside.

The conversation was easy, like it always seemed to be with him. You talked about everything and nothing—favorite songs, the weirdest meals your kids had ever concocted, the way the world seemed a little softer in the spring.

At one point, he leaned in, his voice low, conspiratorial.

“I should probably admit,” he said, “I was rooting for the frog potion to work. Then I could keep you as my secret frog princess.”

You laughed, cheeks warming.

"I hate to disappoint, but I think I’m sticking to human for now.”

He gave you a mock-serious nod.

“Probably for the best. I hear frog royalty have terrible dessert menus.”

You smiled so wide it almost hurt.

Later, over coffee and shared slices of pie, Aaron’s hand brushed yours across the table.

It was tentative at first—almost accidental—but when you didn’t pull away, he turned his palm up, inviting.

You slid your fingers into his without thinking.

His thumb traced a slow, lazy pattern against the side of your hand, and the look in his eyes—soft, searching, full of things he wasn’t saying yet—made your stomach flutter in the best possible way.

“You make it easy,” he said quietly. “Being around you.”

You squeezed his hand. “You make it easy to want to stay.”

By the time he walked you to your car again, the air between you was thick with the kind of anticipation that made your heart pound.

He lingered by your door, hands in his pockets, the way he had before—but this time, when he stepped closer, you didn’t hesitate.

Neither did he.

Aaron’s hand came up, gentle against your cheek, and for a moment, you just stood there, breathing each other in.

Then he leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving you every second to pull away.

You didn’t.

The kiss was soft at first—just a brush of mouths—but then you tilted your head and he deepened it, and your hands slid up his chest without thinking, anchoring yourself there.

It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t desperate.

It was careful.

Reverent.

Like he’d been waiting to be sure, and now he was.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Aaron rested his forehead lightly against yours.

“I’m really glad you came to the park that day,” he murmured.

You smiled, thumb brushing the collar of his jacket. “Me too.”

You kissed him again—quick, giddy—before slipping into your car, cheeks aching from smiling.

And as you drove home, the night air cool against your skin, your heart was louder than the radio and twice as sweet.

Something good.

Something real.

Something yours.

[kuraidesuraven16]

Miraculous identity rant

I have seen videos, comments, post about the latest season 6 episode The ruler, mainly the aftermath of how Marc and Nathaniel decided to reveal to each other their hero identities.

People are saying that “ Ladybug should/ would take back their miraculous.” “They shouldn’t have a miraculous if they’re going to do that.” “They’re putting each other at risk.” I’m not saying people cannot have a thoughts and opinions about the episode but to me it sounds homophobic.

I think the lesson on that last scene especially for Nathaniel is that he shouldn’t hide who he is with being bisexual in the term of him hiding his comic.

Marc being the one who had always been there to support his struggles, defending him by making up lies to his mom about a school assignment, jumping into danger to protect him from an akuma and being the shoulder for him to lean on.

I believe that they came to that term of their relationship where they shouldn’t keep any secrets from each other. With Nathaniel wanting to protect Marc but trusting him with that information.

Similar to gang of secret with Marinette dealing with an extremely difficult and stressful situation of now being the new guardian. Alya being her best friend was willing to wait and offer to help with whatever was on her mind until Marinette broke down and revealed to that she was Ladybug.

So why can’t Marc and Nathaniel do the same?

May I also remind the fans that in earlier seasons there has been countless reveals.

First off Chloe not only revealing a miraculous but also transforming into Queen bee in front of everyone and to the world.

Ladybug stated she could not give her the bee miraculous anymore as she had put herself and her loved ones in danger but proceed to still give it to her when they needed help.

Until the episode Miracle Queen where she betrayed them

Chloe had revealed the other heroes identity to the enemy breaking Ladybug’s trust in her.

Hawkmoth already knew Chloe and Kagami but that was just added more to the list with that information and the translation of the miraculous book which were probably saved in Tomoe Tsurugi’s laptop that’s now in Lila’s possession. She knows their identities.

Felix had also done the same in season 5 Emotion during the Diamond dance in front of people but not on screen for the world to see compare to Chloe.

His mom also knows but chose to keep it secret as she loves her son.

Ladybug did demand the miraculous back twice but randomly gave up.

Nino and Alya during season 2 Heroes day. Ladybug gave them the miraculous at the same time being unable to separate them from the current situation they were in even let them be permanent holders too.

When Alya went into hiding as Rena Furtive in season 4 Marinette told her to keep it a secret but she still told Nino.

Nino had also revealed his and Alya’s hero identity to Adrien in Rocket tear and Marinette finding out in Deflagration.

In season 5 Multiplication. Alix as Bunnix was revealed to the whole class by her dad with the addition of a Marc included in episode Reunion.

If they were to get akumatized ?

They haven’t been akumatized since their introduction in season 1 and 2

Puppeteer does not count as Nathaniel was not affected by the akuma but more forcefully transformed and controlled by a doll.

Same goes for Gamer 2.0 as everyone literally got turned into akumatized video game characters.

Even if they were in a upsetting or sad state to where they’re about to get akumatized. They’re able to break the hold knowing that they’re Miraculous holders just like Sabrina did in Daddycop.

What if people saw from the outside ?

Nathaniel’s window was being covered by the sun and if you ever look at building where the sun is shining at you’ll know can’t see nothing but bright light even when it’s setting.

The window could be tainted on the outside for privacy . Hardly doubt the bed frame did any help as that entire area was covered in glass.

Trees were covering some parts so we don’t know how tall Nathaniel’s place is.

Heck even Adrien has transformed in his room before countless time and one section of his wall is literally made of window.

What if one of them goes into hiding?

I don’t think it’s possible due to the fact they only knew each others.

If they knew Ladybug and Chat noir’s identity like Luka and Alix then I can see why.

The antagonist always to seem to want one thing which are the bug earrings and cat ring due to its ability to make a wish and not the other miraculous jewels even if some are extremely powerful like time travel, reset time, teleportation, transfer objects, have any power or object you want.

My main point.

How is it far and acceptable to all these side characters revealing their identities and secrets but not when it comes to Marc and Nathaniel.

Them knowing their hero identities would help make them stronger in battle and future challenges just like Nino and Alya.

[woozisguitar]

back to december - mingyu x reader

warning: angst!!!!!!, so much angst, anxiety, weddings (?), one mention of a bad partner but its not mingyu or reader, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: hiii :3 long time no see <33 life is so much more stable now I might post more hehe

i'm so glad you made time to see me  how's life? tell me, how's your family?  i haven't seen them in a while  you've been good, busier than ever  we small talk, work and the weather  your guard is up and i know why  

walking into the emptier-than-usual café, the first thing you saw was mingyu sitting at the back by the window. he was looking at the rain outside, a cup of coffee in front of him. probably a latte—it’s still quite early for him to enjoy an americano. it had been 2 years since you last saw him. two years ago when you decided to end the best relationship you ever had, the one that still haunts every corner of your mind.  

you slowly made your way over to him, trying to burn this image of him behind your eyes. the soft, warm mingyu in a coffee shop waiting for you—and not the one who was—  

your thoughts were cut short when mingyu saw you approach and gave you a small smile. god, how terribly you missed that smile. you tried your best to return one, sitting across from him.  

“hi y/n,” mingyu was the first one to break the silence. a waiter approached, overly cheerful for a gloomy morning—or maybe it was just you dreading the conversation you promised yourself you’d never have.  

mingyu watched you give your order, an espresso. he’d always tease you about your ‘european taste.’  

“how have you been, mingyu?” it was now your turn to ask. his soft gaze never once broke contact. you tried not to look too much into them, scared you might see the same love you once took for granted.  

“i’ve been good. busy, but well.”  

“i’m so glad you made time to see me. how’s life? and your family? i haven’t seen your sister around in a while,” you asked, trying to divert from the very persistent.  

“y/n, i know you didn’t ask to see me after two years to ask me about my sister.”  

“did you get the invite to cheol’s wedding?” you sighed, looking outside the window.  

mingyu furrowed his eyebrows. he knew his longtime friend was getting married—hell, he was one of the groomsmen—but what did that have to do with him and you?  

“yeah… why?”  

“well, we are walking the aisle together. i spoke to aera and she wants me as one of her bridesmaids. and yesterday she sent me the list of partners and it was you and me,” the words burned your tongue like poison. walking down the aisle? you and me? this was not how you ever wanted to do a wedding ceremony with him.  

“i know.”  

you shot your head up to look at him. he knew? and he wasn’t affected by it?  

“oh. sorry, i—” you cleared your throat, “i just figured given our history and how we’ve been avoiding group meetings, if the other was just in case showing up, we could, you know, come to an agreement. for cheol and aera.”  

and i was also hoping you’d be as affected by this as me.  

“yeah, you’ve got nothing to worry about. we’ll do this, for cheol and aera.”  

because the last time you saw me  is still burned in the back of your mind  you gave me roses and i left them there to die  so this is me swallowin' my pride  standin' in front of you sayin' i'm sorry for that night  and i go back to december all the time  

mingyu tried to push back the memories of you ever since he met you this morning. but the second he sat in his usual spot on the train, his mind wandered back to the last time he saw you.  

the two of you were in your apartment, one that you had been sharing since your third year of university. mingyu knew you since the first year. you were the pretty girl who sat in front of his history class. it was an extra credit elective, and he was interested enough to pick it up. mingyu was more than glad that day when he realized the only empty spot was the one next to you. introductions turned to stolen smiles, sneaking around turned to showing up for parties together. from your first kiss, mingyu knew you were it for him. all he ever wanted, really.  

a year and a half later, you suggested moving in together. he was more than happy, his smile almost permanent on his face. graduation rolled around and the two of you settled into a routine with each other. work kept you busy during the day and quiet nights were spent in each other's arms. it was picture-perfect, but not every good thing lasts forever.  

mingyu knew he wanted to marry you; he knew this from the moment he met you. but you had other plans. you wanted to travel. you wanted to live life. meet new people, new cultures, never stop and settle. you wanted freedom. when you started coming home late, and distances grew, mingyu knew this wouldn’t last long. he hoped, prayed to any higher being who would listen, but he knew.  

mingyu would never forget that cold december night. you came home later than usual. it had been weeks since the two of you had a proper conversation. mingyu thought he could salvage what was left and maybe, just maybe change your mind, but it was too late. when the two of you sat at the dinner table, mingyu had made your favorite meal, you were the first to speak up.  

“we should break up.”  

mingyu felt his entire world stop. no, please no. swallowing back a lump, he asked why.  

“i’m tired, mingyu,” you sighed, “i just—I feel like i’m stuck here. in this job, in this place, in this relationship. i can’t keep doing this. i know i’m hurting you, but you knew i never wanted to do this. i always wanted to go out, travel, see the world. i’m sorry, gyu, but i can’t.”  

when you looked up at mingyu, his eyes were brimming with unshed tears and for the first time, they were empty. no love, no warmth, nothing. mingyu just nodded and cleared his plates, leaving you alone at the table. maybe a small part of you realized then and there that this would be the biggest mistake of your life.  

mingyu left a note in the morning, just a short: ‘staying at cheol’s place till you move out. sorry.’ you understood why he didn’t want to be around, and within a week you left to enjoy this newfound ‘freedom.’  

it turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you  wishin' i'd realized what i had when you were mine  i'd go back to december, turn around and make it alright  i go back to december all the time  

well, turns out this freedom, this high you were so desperately trying to chase, wouldn’t last longer than a few weeks in the same place. first, the flights and long layovers were fun, but after a while, it was exhausting. annoying even. then every single person around you seemed to be in love everywhere you went. and when the money ran short, you had no choice but to go back home.  

home.  

a place you hadn’t thought of, even called, for months now. and the worst part of it all was that your first week away, you knew that this was a mistake. that leaving mingyu was a mistake. but now, with all this new freedom and a broken heart and no place to call home, all you could do is miss mingyu. you knew he wasn’t coming back. not after what you did. if only you could go back to december.  

these days, i haven't been sleepin'  stayin' up playin' back myself leavin'  when your birthday passed and i didn't call  

coming back to your old life after the said freedom was hard. you were more than thankful to aera, who let you crash on her couch till you figured out how to get a job and a house. the days were filled with a blur of applications, interviews, and house hunting. the nights though—the nights were far worse. at the still of the midnight mist, mingyu plagued your mind and sleep. thinking over what-ifs again and again till the first break of the day would shine through the window, and the process would repeat again. you did think of reaching out once—maybe a few times, actually—especially on his birthday. yet you only stared at the ceiling, allowing the what-ifs of the unspoken words to cloud your thoughts.  

then i think about summer, all the beautiful times  i watched you laughin' from the passenger's side  and realized i loved you in the fall  

now, all these years later, you sit at the end of the rehearsal dinner table, watching mingyu laughing out loud at something terrible seungcheol said. or was it soonyoung? you weren’t really paying attention. the soft crinkle of his eyes, the way he threw his head back laughing, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and the way it would all vanish the second he would lay his eyes on you was enough to haunt you for a lifetime. you had years of summers with him next to you laughing the exact same way. why didn’t you tell him you loved him then as badly as you want to now?  

and then the cold came, the dark days  when fear crept into my mind  you gave me all your love and all i gave you was goodbye  

you knew why. you thought he would stay forever. you figured you had enough time to tell him you loved him. but fuck you and your impulsive decisions. someone at work mentioned how their marriage and partner makes them feel like they have no life outside of kids and work, and you pictured yourself there. mingyu wasn’t even like their partner! he was always so hands-on, so loving it overwhelmed you. you regretted the words “we should break up” the second you uttered them. but one look at his face and you knew the damage was done. ever since you first met mingyu, he gave you all his love. and all you could give him was goodbye.  

so this is me swallowin' my pride  standin' in front of you sayin' i'm sorry for that night  and i go back to december all the time  it turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you  wishin' i'd realized what i had when you were mine  i'd go back to december, turn around and change my own mind  i go back to december all the time  

you thought you could handle the wedding. walking down with the man you once loved so dearly, arms linked, surrounded by wedding decorations and friends. this was supposed to be your dream. yours and mingyu’s. this was supposed to be your wedding to him and not feel like a death march toward the cliff. you tried to push your feelings away for days. but at the reception, you broke. there’s only so much you could take and you excused yourself to the cool summer breeze. over the racing and overthinking of your mind, you couldn’t hear mingyu walk up to you and call your name. he touched your arm, startling you out of your thoughts.  

“you okay, y/n?” he asked, eyes finally showing hints of concern you were so desperately trying to search, and that was enough to make the dam break.  

one look at him and you start sobbing, trying so hard not to make a sound, and mingyu, flustered by you crying, only moved to stand as a barrier between you and the party hall.  

“i’m sorry,” you sniffed, “i am so fucking sorry. i shouldn’t have left you. i didn’t want the freedom, i—I didn’t want to leave you, mingyu. but i was s-scared. s-scared that—that this is all i might have. and i was young and dumb and so, so fucking stupid. and you! you were so fucking perfect, so good to me. i—I never deserved you from the start, gyu. and i feel so, so fucking rotten all the time i think about it, and i just—I hate myself for even doing that to you. fuck—I’d go back and change everything if i could. i—” you hiccuped, breaking down into sobs.  

i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile  so good to me, so right  and how you held me in your arms that september night  the first time you ever saw me cry  

mingyu gathered you in his arms, your tears soaking through his fancy dress shirt. this was the first time he was so close to you in years and you—you missed this so much. missed him so much. his post-workout tan skin, his sweet smile, his pretty eyes when he did something he loved. how he held you the exact same way you cried in front of him the first time ever. he was so fucking good and so right since the very beginning.  

maybe this is wishful thinkin'  probably mindless dreamin'  but if we loved again, i swear i'd love you right  

“if we ever love again, i swear i’ll love you right,” you mumbled after your sobs died down. mingyu still held you close, cheek resting on top of your head.  

“i know,” he hummed, swaying the two of you to the faint music playing inside.  

i'd go back in time and change it, but i can't  so if the chain is on your door, i understand  

you pushed back slightly to look into his eyes. his smile didn’t reach his eyes and you knew you weren’t going back. at least not anytime now.  

“we won’t ever love again, will we?” you asked, small, eyes brimming with tears.  

mingyu let out a small sigh and looked up. his eyes welling up as well, “i’m not saying never. but just… not... now. i—it took me a long, long time to finally gain some control back in my life. when you left, i was a fucking mess. i don’t think i would even be here if seungcheol didn’t drag me out every single day. then, a few months later, i heard that you were back in town. shit hit the roof again and this time i was worse than before. i moved states away and just got back a few months ago. i’m not saying i’m still mad at you. i forgave you all those years ago, but i need to do this for me, y/n. I'm...i'm sorry.”  

with one last smile, he walked back inside and away.  

but this is me swallowin' my pride  standin' in front of you sayin' i'm sorry for that night  and i go back to december  it turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you  wishin' i'd realized what i had when you were mine  i'd go back to december, turn around and make it alright  i'd go back to december, turn around and change my own mind  i go back to december all the time  all the time  

you left a note to aera and seungcheol the next day, thanking them for inviting you and for everything. you packed your bags filled with overflowing regret and left. if you and mingyu were meant to love again, you will, but now you’ll have to sit in this anguish of missing him. if only you could go back to december.

[fruitsywriting]

Talking about Mark, Amber and Eve in Invincible:

This isn’t to hate on the show in any form, it’s a minor critique as I love to dissect and discuss parts of shows that I love. This is meant for me to rant into the darkness of the abyss, and maybe it’ll talk back to me.

Spoilers for Invincible- but just the show. Not the comics.

First off, I like Amber and I think people overhate her. I’m a firm believer that you are allowed not like a character and not have a reason, though usually your dislike will come from Something, because it’s your opinion. Where the problem begins, to me at least, is when you’re attacking anyone who like the character or have to be like “well I don’t like them” whenever they’re brought up in a positive way. Hey, how about this? Lemme talk about this character for one second without bringing up the fact you don’t like this character. Thanks! 🙏🏽

Amber meant a lot to me, when I first started invincible the first time- I was excited to see a black girl be the main love interest (as a black woman yk). I could tell by the way they were setting up she was about to be the disposable black girlfriend but I was in denial. (I could go on a whole rant about the treatment of black women in media and I might soon) At that time, I didn’t even finish season 1, or I don’t remember finishing it but I didn’t continue the series because I didn’t like gore. I finished season 2 and 3 this year and I do have to say I saw it coming. Mark and Eve getting together, and I will not lie- I was disappointed. I will say maybe my bias for Amber will cloud what I’m about to say but I also think I would’ve thought this regardless.

I don’t like how Mark and Eve’s relationship has turned out. I like all three of these characters- even when their actions get on my nerves. Season 3 made Mark and Eve feel unlikable to me. Maybe it’s whenever they’re together but still. A lot of what Mark and Eve were doing this season was having sex, and barely communicating further than “it’s not your fault” if that makes sense. It’s not like they don’t talk, period. They talked season 1, perhaps even season 2. Season 3 however Eve felt like a Yes Man to me, or more so just her comforting him for a bit before they have sex. That’s not a problem, but when you compare how Amber and Mark bonded in their relationship before they even had sex together it made me wish we had that in a way. It felt rushed, and I heard it’s because they cut a lot of the romance from the comic but it’s also why I think they should’ve had a gap before he got with Eve because it just FEELS RUSHED.

Now, for the moments that pissed me off the most. When Eve broke her leg and was in the hospital and he didn’t leave her side. I understand it’s not a typical break but him not leaving her just pissed me off. I understand that he might not make the best decisions at this age, but me being the same age, I’d be more worried for my brother and mother out there- like Cecil said. Then Cecil said Eve wouldn’t like that he was there the whole time, Mark said “I don’t care”. Don’t piss me off. PLEASE, could they have used this plot point because I guaranteed Eve WOULD have been pissed. In season 1 when Mark got dumped and didn’t want to help, she scolded him for it. She said she would rather save lives than pout like how he was.

And Rex’s funeral. They definitely fucked that up, because why was Rae the only one sad? I mean, Eve was, but that went down the drain when Mark was smiling and shi and then they fuck. “I’m just glad you’re alive” HUH. Brotha, someone you knew just died! And you two seemed to be friends in season 3 like huh????? I am a sucker for family dynamics, like Arcane, so when he seems to put Eve above his family I’m ngl it pmo.

And back to Amber, I loved her because of how fierce she was, the ability to stand up for herself. She reflects Debbie but certain fans don’t wanna hear that. Not saying Eve is a doormat by any means, she’s strong (even though the show constantly is nerfing her for Mark to be stronger), and was able to stand up for what she thought was right. I love Eve, just not whenever she’s with Mark, romantically at least. And I like Mark, except for when he’s with Eve. And I love Amber, period. I agree with all her points in season 1, talk to a wall about it if you don’t because I’m not changing my mind.

Anyways, I’m just screaming into the void so this doesn’t bother me that much anymore lol.

[melverie]

Sometimes I'm doing well, and then other times Lucifer's level 30 intimacy phone call in Nightbringer suddenly comes back to mind, and I am once again reminded how Lucifer is so utterly desperate to connect with Satan in any way. It doesn't even have to be meaningful; just having his brother despise him a tiny bit less than before would already be more than enough

And when they finally do make the tiniest, most insignficant amount of progress imaginable, Lucifer is so overjoyed about it that he ends up celebrating with a horn of Demonus......or two, maybe three... Might as well finish the bottle. Let's open another one! And another, and another, and another! We've got to celebrate tonight, after all! Hm? No, he isn't drunk MC, what a stupid question to even ask. Here, he'll drink some more just to prove it! Then after that--!

And all that because he and Satan managed to hold a conversation for a minute longer than usual

[celtrist]

I don't know if this is a "hot take" and by no means am I trying to be rude, but It's funny since, considering the designs I've seen, most to every radioapple fan child looks like they could be a radiobelle fan child and vice-versa.

Makes sense as Charlie is Lucifer’s daughter and takes... EVERYTHING after him. But you see, it's all in the nose. But no one wants to be giving noseless children, so Radiobelle is the only one of the two that's able to have a differentiation from Radioapple kids with the puppy nose lol

[sleepyicon]

Samantha LaRusso is indeed a whore, just like her dad

Daniel goes through three different girls over the span of the karate kid saga

Sam goes through two guys in season 1, then cheats on her boyfriend in season 2.

Whores , I tell you. Like father like daughter

anon, why don’t you just give me your user so i can block you. thanks 🥰

[moonilit]

really thinking about how Dick pulled off his acting abilities to their 110% to fake being different lovers for kory for the sake of maintaining his secret identity and relationship with her, like its hilarious, do you think kory have a picture book of all her lovers (dick) and showed them to his sibs and they use it as ammo lmao

[lemon-wedges]

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