#it's 9am now and too early to be sad about all this!!!

[leojurand]

you ever think about how marthe was always destined to be lymond's shadow and to live and die as an extension of him, doomed to never really be her own person

and henry, inevitably, was cursed to be simon's reflection, and to live and die as an extension of him, doomed to never really be his own person

because i do think about it a normal amount

[kaleldobrev]

Lookin’ at the Stars

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Mom!Reader

Summary: Beau takes you and your daughter out on a special family date to look at the night sky

Original Prompt: Requested by @deansbbyx | I don’t think Beau Arlen gets a lot of love so I was thinkin som fluffy family fic with him and reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: A whole lot of fluff

Authors Note: So this is my first time writing for Beau and I hope I was able to do his character justice! | Thanks to my lovely friend @thatonewriter15 for beta reading this for me | I hope this came out just as fluffy as you were hoping my friend! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You woke up groaning to the sound of your alarm. 6am on the dot. For as long as you could remember you’ve never been a morning person; but that quickly changed once you had Amelia — your daughter who, despite being a pain in your side sometimes and thinks she’s attached to your hip, is honestly one of the best things that’s ever happened to you.

Once you had her, you had to become a morning person much to your dismay. In the beginning it was hard as prior to having her you never got up before 9am as you worked afternoon shifts — there was simply no reason to get up at 6 or 7am. But once the two of you developed a routine it became easier; the two of you working as teammates.

But today, for some reason, it felt even harder for you to get up. You felt drained, your eyes were still heavy, all you wanted more than anything was to get back to sleep. Your alarm went off again and you tried your hardest not to throw your phone across the room. With another groan, you shut off your alarm and got out of bed slowly, the hardwood flooring of your apartment felt cold against your feet. As soon as your feet touched the wood there was a knock on the door. Another groan left your lips; Amelia jumped out of bed and started running down the hall.

“Don’t worry mommy I got the door!” She beamed, her little feet smacking against the wood.

“Mel, let mom get the door okay?” You said, rushing out your bedroom door.

“But what if it’s —”

“It’s not him Sweetheart. He doesn’t come over this early you know that.” You said, and her face dropped. “Don’t be sad Sweetie. I know you want to see him, I want to too. But we’re probably not going to see him until later when he’s done with work.”

“At the Sheriffs office!” Amelia said, happy with herself that she remembered.

“Yes, at the Sheriffs office.” You smiled, slightly praising her.

Another knock came at the door and there was a part of you that was getting a little mad at the persistentness. It was 6 in the morning — who could possibly be coming at this hour? “Special delivery!” You knew that voice from anywhere, and it a matter of seconds that annoyance you had melted away.

Amelia looked at you, hands on her hips. “Told you it was your boyfriend!” She said, sticking her tongue out at you. You stuck your tongue out at her back, and she couldn’t help but giggle. Once opening the door you didn’t even have a chance to greet your boyfriend before Amelia was running past you to get to him. “Beau!” She called, and without warning jumped into his arms.

Not fully prepared for her to do that, the bag of what you assumed to be food almost fell out of his hands as he wrapped his arms around her, making sure she didn’t fall out of his arms. “Hey Kiddo,” he said, his voice in a similar joyful tone as hers was in. “How we doin’ this mornin’?” He asked, his accent a little bit more prominent than usual.

Amelia looked at him, her arms around his neck. “Good now that you’re here!” She beamed — you couldn’t help but agree with her answer.

Beau looked at you and smiled, and you couldn’t help but look at the two of them; happy that he had taken an instant liking to Amelia (and vice versa). “How about you darlin’?”

“You know I’m always happy to see you.” You grinned.

“You better be. Because I come bearing gifts.” He stated holding up a white paper bag.

“If that gift is food you are more than welcome to come inside.” You teased. “Let me take that since you’re too busy with your favorite.” You said, gently tickling your daughter in her side as she wriggled.

“Mom! Stop!” She laughed.

“Okay, okay.” You said kissing her on the cheek. “And one for you,” you said as you gave him a quick peck.

“Gross!” Amelia said.

“So, what brings you here so early? You never come this early.” You said, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“I uh, I took the day off actually.” He said, and you couldn’t help but look at him with disbelief.

“You? You took the day off?” You asked. “You never do that.”

“Yeah well, first time for everything.” He said. “Jenny insisted.”

“Ah.” Was all you said before taking a giant bite out of your breakfast wrap.

“I like her. She’s always so nice to me. And her hair is really pretty.” Amelia chimed in, mouth full of waffles. “Mommy when are you going to hang out with her again?”

“Probably this weekend Sweetheart. But we have to see, you know how busy she can be.” You stated; Amelia’s face dropped. “But I’m sure as soon as I mention you she’ll try and rush over.” You winked, causing her to smile. “You know how much she adores you.”

“Oh she sure does.” Beau let out a small chuckle. “I was thinking, you two don’t have any plans today right? Well, besides school for this one.”

“Not that I can think of. Why? What did you have in mind?” You asked curious.

“I was thinking, if you two are up for it, we could find a nice empty field somewhere, take some chairs, make some food, make a fire, watch the night sky.” He said, his voice sounding a tad nervous. It almost sounded more nervous than it did when he initially asked you out on your first date a few months ago.

“So camping without the camping?” You clarified.

“Essentially yes.” He said. “Think of it as a…family date night.”

“Family date night?” You smiled, loving the sound of that.

“That sounds like fun!” Amelia almost yelled. The only reason it didn’t come out as a yell was because her mouth was still full of waffles.

“What she said.” You said pointing to Amelia.

“Okay mommy how do I look?” Your daughter asked as she did a small spin to showcase her outfit. Like usual, she decided that she wanted to wear something sparkly for the occasion as she believed wearing something with sparkles was the epitome of fashion — reasons why she somehow convinced you to wear something sparkly on your first date with Beau, thankfully he found it cute.

“As cute as always Sweetie.” You said. “How about me?” You too did a similar type of spin as her as you showcased your outfit. It wasn’t sparkling (much to your daughters dismay), but you thought it matched her outfit well.

“You look beautiful mommy!” She said, side hugging you.

“Thanks Bean.” You said kissing her on the top of the head. “Now, I need you to make me a promise tonight okay?” You began as you kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in yours.

“No promises but I can try.” She grinned — she was becoming more and more like you each day.

You let out a small laugh. “I appreciate the honesty.” You smiled. “But, it’s gonna be a little chilly tonight so I need you to keep the jacket on okay?”

“But won’t the fire keep us warm?” She asked.

“Yes, but, we still need to keep our jackets on. You know why? Because it’ll keep us even extra warm.” You smiled.

“Okay.” Amelia said, a little disappointed.

“Can we shake on it?” You asked, now holding out your hand for her to shake.

“It’s a promise.” The two of you said in unison as you shook hands.

The drive to the field went like a blur but it was filled with song after song of you and Amelia singing to the radio as Beau chimed in during random verses. And like Amelia fashion, she found it the funniest thing whenever Beau would chime in, as he wouldn’t be as serious about getting the lyrics right like you and her tried to do.

As soon as Beau parked, Amelia went straight to the door handle trying to open the door. “Open the door! Open the door!” Her patience running thin.

“Alright alright. Don’t worry it’s not a race.” Beau said, his voice calm.

“Sorry sorry. I’m just excited.” Amelia said as she removed her hand from the door handle.

As you were about to speak to reassure her that she didn’t need to apologize Beau did it for you. “No need to apologize Bean. I’m glad you’re excited.” He leaned in. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yes.” She leaned in too, whispering.

“I’m excited too.” He smiled, whispering back. “Alright, I’ll open the door in five. Want to give me a countdown?”

Amelia kicked her feet with excitement. “Yes! One…two…three…four…five!” As soon as your daughter said five, Beau unlocked the doors and Amelia — without hesitation, opened the door and jumped out of the car.

As you watched her get out of the car and run into the empty field you pulled into, you couldn’t help but watch her as she ran around in circles occupying herself. Turning to Beau you smiled. “Thanks for this.” You said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“No need to thank me. I wanted to do this.” He reassured you, placing his hand on your thigh.

“I know but…I really do mean it. I really appreciate you doing this for Amelia…for me.”

“I’d do anything for both of you. You know that.” He gave your thigh a squeeze.

“I love you.” You said, slightly whispering.

“Love you too.” He said, leaning in and kissing you. “Come on, let’s go get her before she burns the field down.”

You grinned. “You know she would if she could.”

“Well, I don’t plan on making any arrests tonight. Well…not until later tonight.” He winked. “And with…permission of course ma’am.”

“Permission granted.” You winked back, the two of you kissing again.

“Okay so I brought your second favorite thing besides waffles.” Beau began as he started reaching into a bag next to him. As he grabbed the bag he pointed at Amelia. “No peaking.”

“No peaking!” She repeated back shutting her eyes and placing her hands over them.

“Are you peaking?” He asked her and then looked over at you.

“She keeps her word.” You said rubbing your hands together over the fire.

“Alright. I trust you.” He said. “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, not even putting any of his fingers up.

“Beau!” Amelia couldn’t help but let out the biggest giggle. It was the type of giggle you hadn’t heard her have in such a long time — and that was something that genuinely made you smile.

“Alright alright.” He said. “Open your eyes.” As her eyes opened he held the bag of marshmallows in his hand and her eyes light up like Christmas tree lights.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She exclaimed getting up from her chair and running toward Beau with her hands out. Before she asked her next question she looked over at you, slight puppy dog eyes. “Mommy can I have one now?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Ask Beau Sweetheart.”

She turned to him, her hands still out. “May I have a marshmallow please?”

“Well, you did say please.” He said opening the bag. “Just one, because we’re going to make s’mores in a few.” He placed a marshmallow in her hand, her face continued to beam with joy.

“Thank you!” She said placing the entire marshmallow in her mouth.

“You want one?” He asked, a marshmallow between his pointer finger and thumb looking at you.

“Sure. What will it cost me?” You asked, getting up from your own chair and walking toward him.

“Hmmm,” he was deep in thought. “Kiss me?”

“I can do that.” You leaned down, your hands on either side of his face as you kissed him.

“Ewwww.” You heard Amelia say from a few feet away. “Adults are gross.” She said, scrunching her face in disgust.

The two of you pulled away and you took the marshmallow from his hands. “Sorry Mel, we’ll be more careful.” Beau said, giving you a look of amusement.

As the night went on, things started to wind down and it was finally getting to one of your favorite parts of the night: looking up at the night sky. Although it was something the three of you were doing a majority of the night between the laughing, story telling, and food eating, this was the first time the three of you weren’t doing anything but looking up at the sky.

“You know, I’ve lived here all my life and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at the sky.” You said, Beau’s arm around you now as Amelia made herself comfortable lying on a combination of not only your lap but Beau’s.

“It really is beautiful,” he agreed. “You know, as much as I love Texas, I’ll give Montana this, it does have some beautiful views.” He said looking at you as he said it.

You felt yourself blush at his compliment. “The views have definitely gotten better since you came to town.”

“Are you two going to kiss now?” Amelia said, looking up at the both of you.

“We could but, you do think it’s gross.” Beau commented.

“I’ll allow it.” Amelia said.

Beau and you exchanged looks. “You sure Bean?” You asked.

“I’m sure mommy. I’ll even close my eyes.” She said covering her eyes with her hands. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You and Beau let out small laughs. “With the permission of Amelia, can I kiss you darlin’?” He asked slightly leaning in.

“Yes you may.” You said, leaning in as well.

“Are you two kissing?” Amelia asked her eyes still closed. “Cause it doesn’t sound like it.”

Beau and you looked at Amelia, both of you holding back a laugh. “Come ‘ere.” You said, fully leaning in now and kissing him.

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[yunhoee]

Synopsis: Living post grad can be tough, especially when most of your friends are just entering their senior year. Your best friend invites you to play a practice game, but there couldn't possibly be ulterior motives could there?

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Genre: non idol!au, soccer player!jongho, soccer player!reader, mainly fluff, suggestive

Wordcount: 2.6k

Note: This was originally a one-shot, but I may write more! Please let me know what you think :)

It’s a wild Friday night. Pajamas are on, you have your favorite comfort show on, and a bucket of ice cream all to yourself. You are casually scrolling through social media. A lot of your friends have moved back in for their final year of college. You graduated the year before them, which at the time you were thrilled to be done. Now seeing them all go back without you hurts. You were the captain of your soccer team, and seeing your teammates prepare for the indoor season without you is a little bit of a bummer. 

You were able to land a corporate job, which you are of course grateful for. Most days are spent alone considering you work from home. You can’t deny the depression that is starting to creep back in. Your phone dings and you smile at the photo that your best friend, Lauren, sends you. The photo shows a smiling Lauren with the rest of your team, and you can see part of the men’s team trying to get into their photo. You chuckle and heart the photo in imessage. You can’t deny the pain you feel knowing you won’t be there this season. 

Turning up your show to try to drown out the sadness seems like the best idea. Until your phone goes off again. 

“You better not be moping all alone right now. We miss you.”

Lauren always has a sense for whenever you’re feeling sad. Something you love and hate about her. Mostly love. 

Nah. I’m at a huge corporate rager. Drunk off my ass, might go home with someone.

Lauren replies almost immediately.

“Okay now I’m actually worried. Why don’t you play in our practice scrimmage tomorrow? The boys have an unfair advantage, so we need all the help we can get.”

You roll your eyes.

Don’t you think that would be a little pathetic? And what unfair advantage could they possibly have? You stomp them at every scrimmage.

As you wait for a response you think about joining your old team. I mean it is just a practice game, and it’s not like you have anything better to do. The exercise would be nice.

“Are you kidding? The team would be thrilled. We miss you all the time :(. The unfair advantage would be Marcus’ friend that is in town. They went to elementary school together when Marcus lived in Korea, and well he’s fucking incredible at soccer.”

You sigh and try not to think too much about your answer. Maybe just going with the flow will work out for me this one time.

Damn all you had to say was Marcus and I’m in. I can’t wait to see his face when we win. Just text me the details and I’ll be there.

Lauren sent you a voice memo of her and the rest of the girls screaming in excitement. You laugh and then start to get ready for bed. The scrimmage is at 9am so you need to make sure you get plenty of sleep. 

Tomorrow comes and before you know it, you’re at the fieldhouse. You’re not sure why you were so nervous because the girls give you an enormous warm welcome. Lauren forces you to start stretching and warming up early since it’s been a few months since you’ve played. As you and Lauren are warming up together, you notice she has the biggest smirk on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?”, You ask.

Lauren giggles, “Don’t hate me. We obviously needed you to beat the boy’s team, but I also had a bit of a side quest.”

You narrow your eyes, “What are you up to?”

Lauren says, “Well Marcus’ friend is super hot and good at soccer. I thought maybe you guys could get to know each other.”

“This was a set up?!” You gasp.

Lauren hushes you, “No one else knows. Even if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, it could be a fun hookup. Just trust me on this.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever. He better not be ugly.”

Lauren laughs as the two of you continue to warm up. You can’t deny the butterflies you feel at the idea of this mystery man. Lauren has never been wrong before, so you’re just hoping you can muster up enough courage to be yourself. 

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in”

You immediately know who the voice belongs to. You turn and can’t help but smile.

“I’m not admitting that I missed you”, You say with your hands on your hips.

Marcus laughs and opens his arms. You both embrace until Marcus tries to squeeze the life out of you.

“Okay! Are you trying to squeeze me to death?!” You shout as you wiggle out of his embrace. 

Marcus smiles, “I missed you.”

Lauren interrupts, “Okay okay enough with the flirting, Marcus.”

Marcus recognizes someone behind you, “Over here, Jongho!”

You all turn to see the man that Marcus was calling over. Fuck Lauren was right, he’s gorgeous. He gives your group the cutest smile you’ve ever seen and jogs over to your group. 

Lauren whispers to you, “You’re drooling.”

You lightly smack Lauren’s arm and try not to keep staring at Jongho.

“Alright everyone! This is Jongho. We met when I lived in Korea and he’s here to stomp your asses.” Marcus says as he wraps his arm around Jongho’s shoulder.

Lauren rolls her eyes and puts her arm around you, “Well, Jongho, this is y/n and she’s here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

You are giggling at Lauren when you finally make eye contact with Jongho. He is smiling brightly at you. You’re unable to hide the slight blush that appears on your cheeks. A burst of confidence comes through you. 

“Yeah sorry you came all this way just to have your ass handed to you” You say with a smirk. 

The teams are laughing and you can’t bring yourself to look away from Jongho. The sexual tension is undeniable. He steps closer to you and you refuse to back down from eye contact, even when you have to look up to meet his eyeline.

Jongho looks down at you flirtatiously, “You’re a mouthy one aren’t you. I like that.”

He walks towards his side of the field, the rest of the boys follow after him. While you’re momentarily frozen in your spot. You can’t believe someone as beautiful as him said that to you. 

Lauren drags you back to your side of the field while you continually thank her for making you come. She continues to nod her head with that ‘I told you so’ look. You can’t even argue with her because she was oh so right.  

Your team is huddled and hyping each other up. You are all in agreement that you must win this scrimmage no matter what. Even though it’s only a practice game. You will be in your favorite position, center defender. Lauren let you know that Jongho is a forward, so you will definitely be seeing him. Your team all put your hands together.

Before you can break you tell them, “Not one of his balls will get past me.”

Your team cheers and breaks. As you walk to your position, you’re shaking yourself out. You can’t decide if it’s because it’s been awhile since you played or because you’re nervous as fuck. Either way, Jongho is not getting past you. 

For the first 10 minutes you wonder when you will get to play. Both teams are so hyped up that it was really just a battle of the forwards and midfielders for a while. This was good because you were able to watch Jongho in action and see how he plays. Unfortunately for you he is incredible, so this will definitely be a tough match. 

Jongho is the first one to slip through the midfielders and he is barreling right towards you with the ball. You take a deep breath and immediately go into action. He attempts to side step you, but you step directly in front of him and kick the ball between his legs. Jongho wasn’t prepared for you to be able to disable him so quickly that he didn’t have time to slow his body down. The force causes Jongho to fall, bringing you down with him. You immediately jump back up, only to sag in relief when you see Lauren is on the other side of the field with the ball.

“Are you okay?!” You see a frantic Jongho searching all over you to make sure he didn’t cause you harm.

You laugh, “I’m fine. Better luck next time.”

You can see that Jongho is taken aback by you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so incredibly good at defense, and also not afraid to put yourself directly in his path. He can’t help but admire you, but he will also not be misjudging you again. 

Before leaving, he can’t help but brush the few hairs that are in your face out of the way. He tucks them behind your ear, and then runs off to the other side of the field. Leaving you there speechless, and furiously blushing. 

As the game continues, the girls are not backing down. The score is 1-0, with Lauren being able to score because you got the ball from Jongho. You had a few more run-ins with different people on the other team, but none of them were able to get past you. With only a minute left, you can feel a flip of the switch for everyone on the field. The girls, desperate to defend and keep their advantage. The boys, desperate for one goal.

You can feel all the attention is on you. You are the reason they can’t score. You continue your breathing techniques as Jongho makes a beeline for the goal. Needing to get past you, he has three different guys running with him. As they go down the field they’re passing it to one another, in an attempt to confuse you. The three of them are now running side by side and passing it between each other. 

They reach you and the fight begins. You get the ball from one of the guys and attempt to kick it, but Jongho blocks you. You are trying to get the ball back when he passes it to another teammate that you didn’t see. He was further away so you start sprinting right at him, but right before you get to him he kicks it far. You hold your breath while watching the ball soar right to Jongho. Who happened to be right by the goal box. 

You immediately take off towards him, your other defender doing her best. He’s able to fake her out and make it past her, as she falls to the ground. Jongho is lining up his shot, and you know the only way to stop him is to slide to the ball. He doesn’t see you coming up behind him, and right as he’s about to kick the ball his feet are taken out under him. Since he was so close to the ball, you had to risk a slide tackle. The ball went right to your goalie as you planned and the buzzer went off. 

You are laying on your side breathing heavily as you hear the rest of your teammates screaming in victory. You turn over and see Jongho laying right behind you with his hands on his head in defeat. 

You sit up, “Are you okay?” 

Jongho looks at you and smiles, “You really weren’t kidding. I thoroughly just got my ass handed to me.”

Jongho sits up as you two begin to laugh. Even after the intense game and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to move later, the chemistry is undeniable. 

Jongho picks up one of your hands, “Would you let me take you on a date? You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You blush and begin to laugh, “Even after I slide tackled you?”

Jongho smiles, “Yeah. I’ve met my match, and now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about you.”

It’s your turn to fix his hair. 

“Let’s get you checked out by the trainer first, and then we can see about that date.” 

[pbandjesse]

It's our anniversary!! I ate way to much food but I am happy. I love my James so much. It's been such a good day too.

I wish I got more sleep. But it was fine. I vaguely remember waking up to say goodbye to James. But I woke up a few minutes before my alarm. And took a moment to gather myself. But was up and washed and dressed and actually recognized myself. I didn't feel so puffy in the face. Things felt more normal. My stomach was still hurting, I honestly feel like my whole body is a bruise. But at least I recognized who I was looking at.

I had time to have cereal for breakfast. And then I headed to camp.

Elizabeth made a big fuss about everyone else having a 9am start time and me having a 9:10 start. Because she knew I would still be there early. So I got there at 855.

Today was honestly great. I was nervous about the program but I was also just really excited to hold the terrapin. And it would be fun!

Sarah and Celia helped me get ready. The obstacle game didn't seem hard enough so I decided to add another element of difficulty. Sarah helped me collect some half deflated Dodge balls and would count down every ten seconds and tell "bird strike!!!" And pelt the children with the balls. And then they became dead baby sea turtles and serious these kids sold it. They need Oscars. It was hilarious. Even the teachers said it was funny.

We did have a few hiccups. There was another group there today. Which was not an issue. But also Elizabeth was being pulled all over. So no one noticed until 15 minutes before that we had no lunch tables set up. Thankfully we did notice though and got everything out. And soon the kids were arriving.

Kindergarten are so sweet. And they were so fun. They really loved petting Nellie the terrapin and while she kept scratching me, having a towel on my lap and holding her like a burger helped a lot.

The game would go great. Each hour got to play it twice and they liked cheering for their friends to make it to the "ocean". And if we had extra time I would take them to the Gaga pit and I taught them how to play that and they were all great sports about it when they got out. I have been trying to get kids to not tattle and tell them it's a game about being honest with yourself. So if you see someone gets hit with the ball don't worry about calling them out, they will just have to live with themselves of they lie. Which worked for some reason!! Love it.

At lunch we ate some leftover sandwiches and talked outside. The group needed a few extra minutes. Which was fine. And once we got them going we had about a half hour. So we finished up the last program. Which for me was tough because the sun was on us now. I think we were all pleased to be done and out of the sun.

Once all the kids left I got my stuff together. Took a few trips, and hurt myself a bit. But I got everything out away. And finally I would get Nellie to bring back to her tank. And the we all went to put away tables and chairs. First st the lodge.

Then after that was done I went to the office. Where I checked in on my Native American program food supplies. We had exactly enough popcorn but I was sad to find one of the bags of jerky was moldy?? Jerky isn't supposed to mold!! So hopefully they can get their money back for that one.

I went to the hacienda and thought everyone would come and help clean up there. But I would end up putting all the chairs away myself. Jeff, the nice older cleaning guy, came to do trash and got rid of a bee for me. And as I was finishing spraying the tables Celia came and helped, and Nick would soon be there too to finish up. Celia felt really bad that I did everything alone. I just cared more about going home asap.

Which would happen soon enough, one more check in about the schedule at the office. And so I'll be back Wednesday. Excellent. I'll get some time to be with James. Because while we would have dinner for our anniversary we wanted to go and do something out in the world.

I would get a little confused texting James. About reservations for dinner. But we got it sorted and I went home.

I would get showered and dressed in my new dress and it's so good. I did my eyeshadow and everything and felt really cute. I felt like myself. My body still feels bruised and a bit swollen but I felt more like me.

James would get home and I wouldn't let them kiss my head until they showered. And once they were all cute too we exchanged cards and gifts. Their card so so sweet. And the bread bear/dog(?) They gave me is so soft. Apparently there are more gifts coming but I love when gifts are spread out and the celebrating can continue.

We would chill on the couch for a while. And soon we headed to brewers art for dinner.

Where James told me that the settlement from the bike accident has gone though so the bills are paid and we have some stress off of our shoulders. Which will let us to actually build some savings so we can work on the dream of buying a house. Wild, absolutely wild.

Dinner was good, the foccocia was amazing and my favorite part. Our waitress was very sweet. And it was just being together. Feeling happy. I feel so lucky.

James paid and we went to Hamden to go to dangerously delicious, which is like a biker bar but for pie. And we got what they called the Baltimore bomb, which is like a cookie custard pie, and we got it warmed up with milk and it was excellent. We would sit and talk about our money and life and goals. And I was happy but also my stomach hurt a lot. We ate to many different things but that's okay.

We headed home. We made a pit stop in the park to take pictures. And then inside to get comfy.

James would go for a little walk and I would call my parents to talk for a little. And then when James got home I took a nice hot bath.

And now we are in bed. And we are very tired. But also using so happy and in love.

Tomorrow I have the day off and I have some hopes for the day. But also I just need to be still for a bit. We will see how the day unfolds.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourself, and be safe!!

[raymondvelez]

18 Hour Brunch. Part 2

Only time I sleep past 9am is if I spend the night at Amanda’s apartment. I don’t know why but I sleep really well there for some reason. Maybe it’s all the plants or even that gentle breeze that always comes through the window she always leaves open on my side of the bed. Still, I don’t like it if Amanda wakes up before me because it’s not my house and we’re not together like that. Even though Amanda is completely silent when she does her morning yoga, it wakes me up somehow. It’s like my body immediately knows that my welcome is on the verge of being worn out until the next time Amanda needs me around.

“I left you a breakfast sandwich in the microwave, but I didn’t heat it up because you weren’t up yet.” Amanda said while pulling her left leg back as far as it would go.

“Thank you.” I responded as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

“Cook it for three minutes. I have orange juice in the fridge too, Los.”

I definitely could use a glass of that orange juice. I don’t eat much these days and I damn sure ain’t ready to eat this early. So a glass of orange juice is perfect.

“Thank you. But I think I’m good.” I replied as I searched under the covers for my Calvin’s.

I honestly don’t want to go but Amanda probably has a whole day of meditation and reading planned before she starts her shift tonight. And I’m never the type to cramp anybody’s style cause I hate when it’s done to me. And even though I really enjoy passing time with Amanda, cause let’s be honest, she’s such a vibe; I really don’t want to burden her with my presence.

“Los, why you being weird?” Amanda asked now pulling back her right leg the same way she did her left.

“How am I being weird?” I asked while still trying to locate my underwear under what felt like the thickest comforter I’ve ever been under.

“Why you in such a hurry?” Amanda asked as she stood up on her bare feet.

At this point I had located my draws and was already putting my jeans on when I noticed Amanda walking towards me. As I looked down at her, she inched toward me the way your girlfriend does right before she kisses you. Only Amanda didn’t kiss me. And she’s not my girlfriend. She just looked up at me awkwardly with sad eyes.

“I’m not in a hurry.” I replied softly. “I just don’t want to invade your space.”

“Who said you were being invasive?” Amanda asked. “Did I say that?”

“No.”

“Then stop assuming.” Amanda said right before pecking me on the lips.

Amanda and I don’t really kiss much. Even when we have sex there’s very little intimacy. We kind of just fuck and fall asleep to South Park reruns. So when Amanda shows me any type of affection, I’m not sure if she’s doing it because she really wants to or if she’s just trying to appease me. Either way, I didn’t know exactly how to respond. I wanted to kiss her and just go back to sleep next to her until her shift starts. But I just stood there and gazed back into Amanda’s tired eyes. Kissed.

“I just don’t want to sweat you.” I finally said.

Amanda reached for my hand and pulled me toward her as she backpedaled to the foot of her bed. I didn’t have to take my shirt off because I hadn’t found it yet. So all Amanda had to worry about was unzipping my jeans. It wasn’t until my pants dropped back to my ankles that I was able to spot my Beyoncé world tour T-shirt draped over one of Amanda’s plants.

[h3arts4harry]

- Biker Baby -

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warnings: angst, fluff, motorbike crash, speeding, arguing, swearing, NO SMUT

Matt Sturniolo x biker! reader

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orange- Chris

blue- Matt

purple- Nick

red- y/n

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-8am-

I feel gentle shakes on shoulders, "y/n, wake up" I flutter open my eyes to Nick stood in front of me, "hm what time is it?" I croak "erm 8" I shot up "where's Matt?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows "he's uh in his room, probably asleep" my face softens with sadness, realising he didn't even notice me, I nod and make my way to Matt's room. I knock on the door and Matt shouts from the other side of the door "go away Nick it's too early", opening the door "not Nick" I say softly, his eyes furrow, "what are you doing here" in a slight pissed off tone. "I've been here all night waiting for you" "what? no you haven't, I didn't see you" "I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come home, what time did u even get back I thought you were only filming fridays video" "it doesn't matter-" he cuts himself off "why are you getting a fucking attitude with me?" "cause you dont even notice me anymore Matt, I waited for you and you didn't notice me" my waterline fills with tears, bottom lip trembling "I was tired and I didn't even know you were here, when I got home I went straight to bed" he shrugs "you didn't know I was here?" I mutter under my breath "are you fucking kidding me- I told you before you left that I would wait up for you" "well I forgot" he snaps "you know I am swamped with filming, meetings, and just everything I need to do for my job in general, do you actually expect me to remember-" "remember what?" I bite back "that you have a girlfriend? who is waiting up all night for you again for the 3rd time this week cause you keep promising that you'd watch a movie and cuddle with me, you never make time for me anymore" "y/n just fucking leave me alone its way too early for this" he faces away from me, laying back down "too early for this?" I scoff "are you fucking kidding me right now, I'm stood here hurt because you don't pay attention to me and you're telling me its too early" I laugh in disbelief "Y/N FUCKING GO HOME"

My face drops, my heart sinking to my stomach. I leave slamming the bedroom door behind me, tears start to fall down my face walking across the kitchen, passing Nick on the sofa about to head downstairs to the front door. "omg y/n are you okay" Nick rushes over to me bringing his hands to my shoulders bringing me into a hug, I hug him back "I'm fine Nick, I just want to go home" I chocked on tears, "I can go get matt-" I cut him off, panic laced in my voice "NO, I mean no it's fine, I have my bike" I grab my helmet from coffee table, "y/n you can't drive in this condition, it's not safe" his face filled with worry "Nick just leave it please I'm fine" I dont wait for a response and walk down the downstairs and out the door, slamming it behind me.

Nick POV- 8:45am

I jump as y/n slams the door, I storm off to matts room. "what the fuck did you do" I shout at matt, barging in to him laying in bed with the covers over his head, completely covering him, "nick go away" I roll my eyes "fuck no, why did y/n just run out crying her eyes out" he shoots up in shock "what" he speaks softly in surprise, "what the fuck happened this morning" I ask again, "I- um I'm not sure" he stutters, "cut the bullshit matt, how are you not sure what happened" I speak in disbelief of what he's saying, "I dont know, we had a small argument that's all, its fine", I scoff "its not fucking fine matt, she just left here with tears streaming down her face, and you're sat here saying its fine, what is wrong with you", I storm out, not letting him try to defend himself, slamming the door, unintendedly repeating y/ns actions.

Y/N POV- 9am

I quickly pull on my helmet, not fully being able to concentrate on what I'm doing, getting on my bike, and start driving. Thoughts are flying through my head so fast as I try to focus on the road Infront of me, my vision blurred as tears pour down my face. All of a sudden all I can see is a bright headlight getting bigger, then a deafening horn blows as my vision goes black.

Matt POV- 9:07am

Y/n isn't responding to any of my texts and I grow worried. My anxiety is through the roof, pacing around my room, as I leave text after text, voicemail after voicemail. I walk out of my room, my face in my phone, still texting y/n, "woah dude look where your going" Chris laughs out, I look up to him with panicked eyes, "matt what's wrong" furrows brows, "its y/n she's not answering any of my texts or calls, nick said she left crying after we fought, I'm hoping she walked and just went straight to bed but what if-" I stop, looking down at my feet, not wanting to think about the negative possibilities, "what if she rode her bike, its way to dangerous to ride, especially if she cant concentrate on what she's doing" i ramble, looking back at Chris, "dude calm down, I'm sure she's fine" Chris reassures, "I'm going out" I walk out the door, getting into my car before driving to y/ns apartment, I try focus on my breathing while driving. fuck I hit traffic, there's been a crash up the road, a quick thought of it being y/n crosses my mind, I feel a wave of panic rush through me but I push it away, its obviously not her, she's fine, as I get closer to the crash I see a bike, my eyes widen when i realise that its y/ns bike, I slam on my breaks, causing the car behind me to blare his horn, I look around to see where I can pull over.

I manage to pull over and rush over to the scene, a hand hits my chest stopping me from going any closer, "sir you cant go over there" a deep voice comes from beside me, my eyes stuck on y/ns bike, "that's- that's my girlfriends bike" I stutter, trying to get my words out, "I'm afraid I cant let you through" he lowers his hand, "is she here? where is she? please that's her bike- I need to see her" I start to panic looking at the officers face, my eyes wide, tears threatening to spill down my face as terrifying thoughts circle my mind, "I believe the girl on the bike was taken to the nearest hospital, I dont have any other information to give you" the officer calmly stated, I nod, not saying anything, I turn around getting back into my car, going as fast as I can to y/n.

9:36am

I get to the hospital in less than 10 minutes running to the front desk. "y/n- y/n l/n is she here?" I speak before I can process anything, "she's in room 281, she is resting so she might not be awake yet" the receptionist says, reading from her laptop Infront of her. I thank her before running to the elevator, I take a breath before stepping in and pressing the button, anxiously fiddling with my rings as it takes it time to get to her floor. The doors finally open and I rush out, looking side to side looking for her room, I see the numbers 281 on a sign hanging above a door, and immediately run into the room to y/n sleeping. She has dark bags under her eyes, her left arm in a cast, the opposite leg matching her arm. Her face and body covered in bruises, grazes and marks. My heart drops at the sight of her, I run to her side, grabbing her hand, I cant believe the last thing that happened between us was arguing, I hate myself for it, ignoring her reaching out to me. I sit there, my mind punishing me for our last encounter, for what feels like hours. I feel a squeeze on my hand, I immediately look up to see y/n smiling down at me, "hi" she speaks in a soft whisper.

Y/N POV- 10:06am

"oh my god y/n I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry, I-", I cuts him off "matt its okay", his eyes filled with guilt "no, no its not ill do better, ill make time for you ill-" he rambles, I groan as I try to sit up but Matt moves his to lay me back down "y/n lay back down, you need to rest", "matt shut up" I laugh, leaning forward, putting both my hands on either side of his face kissing him deeply. I slowly pull back, a genuine smile across my face, "what?" he chuckles, "nothing, I'm just happy you're here", he moves closer to me pulling me into a tight hug "I'm glad you're okay" he takes a step back still holding onto my shoulders, not letting me go, afraid that if he does I'd disappear. Nick barges into the room, Chris following behind him "omg y/n you're okay" nick pushes past Matt and instantly brings me into his arms, wrapping them around me, I giggle hugging him back. He moves back exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding, Chris walks up to me engulfing me into a hug "nice to see your still kicking kid, motorbike crashes can be brutal" he moves back and I playfully hit his shoulder. Matt grabs my hand, a gentle smile still on his face.

The doctor walks in looking down at a clipboard "so y/n you should be able to leave tomorrow morning-", her eyes widen when she looks up to 3 same face people looking back at her "oh um hi" she greets awkwardly, "so um I get to leave tomorrow?" I ask trying to relieve the uncomfortable tension in the air, "uh-" she clears her throat "yes, 11am tomorrow you can leave, the hospital wants to keep you in overnight to make sure everything goes smoothly then you're free to go". "Okay cool, so everything is okay?" Nick asks, sat on the left of me on the bed, lightly holding my left arm, "yes everything's fine, it says here that she broke her left wrist, her right knee joint, but other than that you're completely fine". "thank you" I smile as she leaves, I let out a heavy breath, Matt instantly turns to me, his face slightly dropping, "are you okay?", "yea I'm fine, I just dont wanna stay be here any longer" I look down at my lap.

I've always hated hospitals. Ever since my mums passing I dont trust them. Back when I was 15 my mum started struggling with her health, we went to multiple doctors appointments, and made many trips to the hospital trying to find out what was wrong but they just pushed it away as infections, after just over a year she got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer but it was too late, the doctors said it wasn't treatable. My dad was furious, when we found out he went crazy at the doctor, yelling at him, threatening to sue. He almost got kicked out, he only calmed down so he could stay with my mum and I. Ever since then I wouldn't leave her side. We spent every moment together right up until she died. When she passed, I was completely broke, the first 2 months I wouldn't leave my room, my dad would put meals and water outside my room but I barely ate much. The next 3 months after that I was out all night every night, drinking, smoking, partying, and everything in between. The 5th month after she died, I met the triplets at some party, I dont remember much because I was on the edge of a blackout; wasted and out of it. I bumped into Matt, and he took me back to my home. I'm guessing my dad trusted him off the bat because when I woke up he was there asleep on my love sack in the corner of my room, he helped me with my hungover and we talked all day and all night, he didn't leave until 7am the next morning. We were friends for a year after we started dating. We've been dating for 4 years now, and I love him with my whole heart. He saved me. Which is why it hurt so fucking much when Matt started acting differently.

timeskip- 11am the next day

"Y/n wake up baby, its time to go" matt gently shakes me by my shoulders, trying not to hurt me. "mm too early" I groans, turning on my side, accidently moving onto my wrist "ow fuck", "woah baby be careful" he slowly pulls me up so I'm are sat against my pillows. "its 11:07 now, meaning we can leave" he smiles, grabbing a fresh outfit out of a bag he probably got last night. I go to speak but he cuts me off as if he reads my mind "and yes I checked with the doctor, everything is okay and we can definitely leave" as he passes my clothes "thankyou baby." I slowly hang my legs over the bed, "um matt?", "yes baby" he looks to me, "I um" I clear my throat "I might need help" I nod to my my right leg that's in a cast, swinging it a little. "Okay, lets get you dressed first then hm?" he walks over to me, reaching to the pile of clothes next to me, picking up my jorts pulling up my legs being careful of my casted leg, then grabbing my hoodie pulling it over me "thank you baby", "of course" he turns around picking up his bag putting it next to me. "I only brought one shoe cause, well, y'know" he nods to my cast, I laugh as he pulls on my singular shoe. He lastly pulls out my favourite black beanie and pulls it over my head. "I love you" I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me, kissing his cheek, "I love you too baby, now lets go" he places a singular crutch on the right side of me, then wraps his arm under mine slowly lifting me onto my good foot. I slip my right hand into the crutch, leaning into it, "woah" I wobble almost falling, "easy there trouble" Matt chuckles, catching me. He pulls his bag onto his back, puts on his jacket before turning to me, "do you need help walking or do you think you've got it?", "I think of got it" I say as I try to take a step forward, slightly wobbling before stabilizing myself, "lets go princess" he says placing a hand on my lower back, ready to help if I fall

-11:46am-

As Matt pulls into his driveway, I sigh "finally we're home", turning to undo my seatbelt as Matt rushes round and opens my door, holding out his hand to help you out, I take his hand, carefully stepping out, Matt grabs my crutch handing it to me, I turn to Matt, wrapping my arms around him pulling him into a hug, "are you okay" he wraps his arms around my lower waist, not letting go, "mhm" I hum pushing my head into the crook of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. He doesn't let go until I do, so we stand there like that for like 20 minutes. I step back, my arms still around his neck, "what" he chuckles looking down at me, I shrug, before letting go of him, swivelling on my foot and start walking to the door. Matt places his hand on my lower back as he did before. We get to the stairs I stop, "its okay I got you" Matt says from behind me, I nod and make my way upstairs. Chris sees me from couch and runs to help me if I need it, "Thank you Chris" he hugs me once I get to the top, Matt walks to the kitchen pouring me a glass of water and makes 4 sandwiches for us and his brothers. Chris walks me to the couch and helps me sit down, placing my crutch to the side, handing me the remote, "Here pick something to watch", "no its okay, you pick" I hand back the remote, we go back and forth until Nick walks in taking the remote "how bout I pick something to watch", Chris rolls his eyes "you're just gonna put on RuPaul", "obviously" Nick slumps down next to me, "OW NICK" I yell out in pain "my wrist you dumbass" I explain as I hit his shoulder, "oh my god I'm so sorry" nick frantically apologises "its all good" I let out a breathy laugh. Matt walks over with with our sandwiches, he hands me mine first, then Nick's, then Chris', then sat down with his own, we all thank him as we eat and watch RuPaul's Drag Race.

-2pm-

We've been watching RuPaul for around 3 hours and Chris went back to his room an hour ago. Nick jumps up "I'm gonna go edit tomorrows video" then walks upstairs to his room. Matt looks over to me snuggled into his side "y/n?", "hm?" I hum half asleep, "lets go to bed baby", I dont say anything as Matt picks me up and walks to his room, placing me down into his bed, pulling the covers over me, he lays next to me, wrapping his arm around me

-6:30pm-

I wake up to Matt still asleep next to me, I grab my phone, and start scrolling through tiktok. "y/n?" Matt croaks, "oh sorry did I wake you?" I look up to him, "no its okay" he smiles. "I think Nick's cooking dinner" I smile back, "good I'm so hungry" he gets up and walks to the other side of the bed where I am to help me. I lift my good arm up and he grabs it pulling me up onto my foot, he passes me my crutch and I pull my arm into it, he stands on my left, placing his hand on my lower back to help me if I need it. We walk into the kitchen to Nick cooking burgers, and Chris washing the dishes. "Y/n u okay?" Nick asks placing burgers in the buns on 4 different plates, "yea, this looks goodddd" I drag out walking over, going to pick up the plate then seeing the cast on my arm "fuck", I look over to Matt who's quietly laughing to himself walking over picking up both our plates, following me to the couch. We sit down and I grab my plate with my good hand and place it onto my lap and start eating. Nick sits next to Matt and Chris sits next to me. "fuck" i place my head in my hands, the boys turn to me, furrowing their eyebrows, "what?" chris asks tilting his head to the side, "my fucking bike is wrecked ughh" i lean back against the back of the couch throwing my head back in frustration, "its okay baby, we'll take it to get fixed " Matt reassures, "i hope its not totally fucked, i really love that bike" i shake my head a little, looking back down at my food then to Matt, who has a gentle smile on his face, which leads me to almost completely forget about my bike. We all eat our food while watching tv and talking all night about anything and everything, like we used to.

-1am-

"I'm tired so I'm gonna head to bed, love u" I stand up and start walking to Mine and Matts room, "love youuu" nick smiles, "goodnight kid" Chris waves, "I'll come down in a bit love" Matt, "okay baby" I smile. "ew bAbY " Chris cringes, "shut up Chris" Nick lightly punches his shoulder. I walk into our room and lay down on my side, carefully trying not to hurt my wrist or leg, and slowly fall asleep. "Hey baby" Matt walks into our room, placing a glass of water on my bedside table then going to lay down, "hi" I speak softly, half asleep. he cuddles next to me, wrapping his arms around me, I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck. "i love you baby" he quietly speaks, "i love you too Matty" I mumble as I drift off to sleep.

-timeskip- 2 1/2 months later- 11:15am-

"cmon mattyy" i whine "my bike is finally fixed and your taking foreverrrr" i stand against the kitchen island while matt slides on his shoes "your bike isnt going anywhere y/n, dont worry" he chuckles standing up. I run over to him grabbing his hand, rushing over to the stairs "careful baby, your going fall and break ur bones again" he holds onto my hand so i dont fly down because of how fast i was going, "im just happy, both my wrist and leg are fully healed and my bike is finally ready for me" i excitedly ramble "i know i know" he laughs.

-11:46am-

Matt pulls into the parking space and before he can switch the car off, ive taken off my seatbelt and jumped out of the car. He shakes his head with a smile as he watches me eagerly walk over to the shop. I walk in and greet the man at the desk, Matt eventually follows in behind me, "hi my names y/n im here to pick up my yamaha yzf-r6" i smile, looking down at the seated man, "ah yes, i see shes all fixed up, pretty nasty crash ay?" he nods "yeah" i nasally laugh. He stands up and walks into the backroom, 30 seconds later he walks back out with my bike keys. "Here you are" he hands me the keys "my coworker is already outside and he will take you to your bike" he smiles, pointing to the side door, "thank you, have a nice day" i walk out the door, squeezing matts hand. We walk over to the mans coworker and he takes us to my bike. I start it up, pulling on my helmet and the man points out the exit, we thank him and he walks away. Matt gets into his car and i pull up next to him, "race you home?" i slightly shout over the noise of my bike, he nods and quickly pulls away, i laugh and pull down the throttle, immediately passing him. i lift my hand flipping him off, not looking back to him as to not crash again.

-12:17am-

i pull into the open garage and matt is nowhere to be seen, i turn off my bike but continue to sit on it with my legs off the side as i scroll through instagram. "how am i not surprised you beat me home" matt laughs placing his hands on the sides of my thighs, making me jump a little. "im just too good" i joke, doing a sassy hair flip off my shoulder, "come on a ride with me?" i ask looking up to him, he shakes his head a little, "pleaseeeee" i beg, bringing my hands together 🙏, he takes a defeated breath not wanting to bicker and agrees, "okay fine baby, but just this once, it scares me on the back of that thing" he laughs walking over to the shelves on the wall, grabbing his helmet, "you know you love it" i giggle from my bike. matt walks back over to me, pulling on his helmet he throws a leg over the bike sitting down. "hold on matty" i tell him as i start my bike back up, he quickly wraps his arms around my waist holding on tightly, "not too tight" i quickly pat his hand, "sorry baby" he apologises as he rests his head on my back. i reverse out of the driveway, and pull out into the road.

We drive around the streets for 5/10 minutes then i pull onto the highway. I look around and then start to speed up, "not too fast trouble" matt says from behind me, to which i speed up even more, he laughs in response. as we speed down the fast lane, red and blue lights start to flash behind us, "fuck" i whisper-yell, seeing the cops in my rearview mirror, "y/n baby pull over, we can just pay the ticket" matt says, a little worried knowing what is most likely about to happen, i dont say anything as i consider what he says, i just spent a huge chunk of my money fixing my bike, i wasnt about to spent another on a fucking speeding ticket, i shake my head and pull the throttle straight down, speeding up fast, matts arms cling onto me to not fall off. the sirens start to fall quiet as we get away, "y/n i said to pull over, we couldve paid the ticket" matt speaks up as we pull off the highway into our area, "fuck that, why would i when we both know that im fast enough to just speed away" i sassily quip back as we get onto our street, matt laughs shaking his head at my antics. We pull into our driveway and i take off my helmet, shaking my head a little waving my hair out, "god youre hot" matt whispers under his breath, admiring me getting off the bike "what was that?" i ask placing my helmet on the shelf then turning back to him, he walks over to me and places his hands around my waist "i said, god youre hot" he smirks looking down at me. my cheeks flush red as i wrap my arms around his neck, i pull down and bring him into a kiss. "i love you matty b" i smile up at him, he smiles back at me "i love you more my little biker baby"

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[mcjour]

doot doot doot gotta start typing cuz i'm losing my fucking mind

i'm feeling a lot of feelings right now but i never found a healthy way to express my feelings growing up so i kind of feel like i am drowning and exploding and suffocating and bottling it the fuck up as well.

also i am supposed to start my period at any moment now so i am sure that is only amplifying the emotions.

my mom and stepdad have covid. let's stop right there. because i'm sure my mom thinks i'm mad at her for getting sick. if you're reading this, first of all, fuck you for reading my stuff. secondly, i'm not mad about that. because i realize it's just chance that it was you. and unavoidable in this shit society we live in that doesn't take a pandemic seriously.

but i am still pissed about all of the circumstances surrounding it.

first of all, the awful timing of it all. i am due back at school in a week. i am not going to be thrilled if i have to already use up sick days in my first week back!

but more than that, i have been sooo looking forward to going back to school. i fucking love back to school season, first of all!! but i am finally happy and stable with my job for once in my whole life. i am excited to return back to that. not to mention that i missed the beginning of the year last year because i was placed in a different assignment. this is my first time doing kindergarten screenings, my very first first day of kindergarten. i am so excited to do it. a little nervous too of course, but an excited nervous. now that is all up in the air.

just a couple months ago, i had to miss the school concert performance and my birthday because i was sick. those were devastating losses to me. even though life is cyclic and i always have next year. that didn't make me any less sad. i was straight up sobbing in the shower to the point that my mom asked if she needed to call an ambulance.

and i think that is a trigger for me too, getting too excited for things and too happy about things and getting them swiped away in an instant. or getting let down. it's the city year trauma, the birthday trauma, all the trauma.

and i've been trying my best to be careful too. i heard about the spikes. i've been doing outdoor stuff. when i've gone to the movie theater, i've specifically sought out the 9am showings even though it is a pain to get up that early. i've been putting off a target trip for weeks because again, i don't want to get up early to go at a non busy time. i could be doing more and all that, i'm far from perfect. but it is a bit frustrating. especially since i knew i wanted to cool things down before school started to make sure there was no chance of anything!!! and here we are.

and it's also just what a miserable society we live in. because okay, maybe i am safe this time. maybe the week passes and i never end up catching it. okay. well i'm sure it'll go around school in another 2-3 weeks. maybe i'll catch it then. great. so what was the point of all this.

part of me thinks i should just intentionally catch it now and get it overwith. again though, can't guarantee timing and i would hate to miss work over it. and also, duh, covid is not something you play around with. i don't want to intentionally infect myself with something that could actually end up disabling me long term/ forever.

i also spent all of last week at school so i could still have this week off to have fun. blah.

another thing that is bothering me is the germs. generally speaking, i am a major germophobe and i think everyone knows that about me. so i already spend enough time paranoid about catching various illnesses. so this is like bringing it to the next level. because all i can think about is all of the germs swarming around me in the air. i feel like it is inevitable that i will get sick. and here i am, just a sitting duck.

and what really pisses me the fuck off is that they don't seem to care. and i know they do. they are holed up in their bedroom, they are wearing a mask when they have to, etc. so it's not that they don't care.

but..... they are still parading around the house. they are shutting windows. are you absolutely fucking kidding me. i know it's a little chilly at night, but it's still summer. it's not winter. just grab an extra blanket or sweater or something. you talk about claustrophobia? that's how i feel with the same covid air floating around the house.

and i am not sure why you guys need to be walking around the house anyway? i offered to bring food to you. but i guess then you can't cling to your theory about how i am such a selfish and awful daughter.

in what world does it make sense to stand around the kitchen for an hour waiting for the pizza to heat up.

literally i wouldve heated the pizza up for you come the fuck on.

i wish i could move around the house but it doesn't feel safe. because of the windows shutting and the repeated passing through. why would i stay down there. but it doesn't feel safe in my room because it is right next to theirs, so every time they open their door, the trapped covid air must fly straight into my room. okay, maybe not. but to someone who is wildly anxious about germs, it is hard to convince your brain otherwise!!!!!

like this week would be the perfect time to start building my new lego set. however, i can't really do it in my room because i don't have like a table or even a hard surface that i could work at. i usually do all my building of new sets downstairs. well. why the fuck would i do that. downstairs is contaminated.

i don't get it, i'm not the one who is sick, so why am i the one who is most quarantined.

i know i can go outside of the house, but where tf would i go??? first of all, i've obviously had exposure, so i would feel guilt going anywhere. secondly, i'm a homebody as it is. so i'm not exactly going to have fun going out for the sake of getting out of the house.

if you still read that whole thing, again fuck you for reading my private stuff. this isn't a guilt trip. if it was, i would say it to your face. i am just so wildly unhappy right now that i needed to get all my feelings out. i have been sobbing non stop in the next room. you wouldn't know that. you never know.

and that i think pisses me off the most. i wish i had someone i could talk to about this. i have a therapy appointment tomorrow, so susan will definitely be hearing it. but wouldn't it be nice to have an actual mom to talk to. who would hear my worries and not try to spin it into how i am coming after her or guilting her or how she is the true victim in all of this. i'm not saying i have it worse than them. covid is awful and of course i feel bad that they are going through that. but it's always a competition of who has it worst. why can't i also be going through something.

why should i feel selfish about having big emotions about this? this effects more than just you.

[wandasgf]

SNAPSHOT. mdni.

pairings: kate bishop x f!reader

synopsis: a look into your relationship with kate when she comes home late and you stay up too long

content warnings: none ! very fluffy, kate calls reader princess and baby

a/n: enjoy this short little kate drabble ! i love her so much my baby

wc: 926

The sound of the rain against the windows of your apartment would usually be soothing, but right now it was too loud and felt more like it was beating against the inside of your skull than against the windows. The bright light of your laptop screen compared to the dim lighting of the living room only made the pounding inside your head worse. The clock in the bottom right corner of your laptop read 3:47am and you groaned. Your eyes burned and you wanted to sleep, but you knew that you needed to finish this assignment. If you didn’t do it now and keep on this train of thought then you would forget all about what you wanted to say and it wouldn’t get done at all. And that just wouldn’t do.

Usually Kate was around to keep you from pulling all nighters like this that inevitably made things worse instead of better, but the archer was helping Clint with something and told you she wouldn’t be back until early tomorrow morning. But wait, she told you that earlier today? Yesterday? She left around 9am and it’s now… 3:49am. So, yes, she told you that yesterday. Which meant she’d be back early this morning, which meant she’d probably be home any minute now.

That wasn’t a problem, of course. You’d missed her while she was gone, even if it was for such a short time, and you wanted her to come home. Except… it was a problem because she would not be very happy to see that you were still awake. Happy to see you? Yes. But happy that you were still awake so late, or is it early? Decidedly not.

Kate wasn’t controlling, of course. She just cared for your wellbeing, and to see you doing the exact opposite would surely make her a little bit upset. It’s not like she gave you a proper ‘bedtime’ you were too old for that, you told her, but she has strongly suggested that you be in bed and asleep by 11:30pm. Well, you were neither in bed or asleep right now and it was much later than 11:30pm.

You would just have to finish this up quickly and get in bed before she got home, that’s all. If you were still awake you could claim that she was being too loud and woke you up.

Unfortunately that is not what happened because about 15 minutes later you were fast asleep on the couch with your laptop still open and on your lap. The sound of Kate opening the door at 5:30am didn’t wake you up and neither did the sound of her soft laughter when she saw the position you were in. She was careful not to wake you when she moved the laptop off of your legs and placed it on the table, curiously taking a peek at what you were doing before you fell asleep before closing it gently.

She debated between letting you sleep on the couch or waking you up to take you into the bedroom. She would much rather let you sleep, because lord knows when you had actually fallen asleep, but she knows that the position you were in would leave you sore and uncomfortable when you wake up.

She crouches down next to the couch, raises a gentle hand to your shoulder and shakes you softly, “Baby? Come on, you’ve gotta wake up. Just for a minute, then you can go back to sleep, I promise.” The only response she receives is a tired whine and your back to her face as you roll over and bury your face in the couch cushion. She can’t help the laugh that leaves her as she internally coos over how cute you are.

Kate sighs dramatically as she takes a different approach, “If you don’t get up then you don’t get any cuddles. That would make me very sad, you know… I was gone all that time and when I get back I can’t even cuddle with my favorite girl…” When she barely receives a response from that besides your hand reaching back blindly to try and tug her onto the couch with you, she gives up.

“Alright, well, I’ll be in bed whenever you decide to get up.” She rises from the ground and starts slowly walking towards the bedroom. The smile on her lips is hard to suppress when she hears you padding softly behind her, eventually stopping to allow you to catch up and wrap your arms around her waist from behind with a sleepy grumble. “Hi there, sleeping beauty, I thought you were gonna sleep on the couch, huh?”

“Woke me up, missed you, sleep with you.” You yawn, leaning your weight against her back and happily nuzzling your face against her. Kate chuckles and turns in your embrace, “Okay, sleepy, come on. It’s not that much further, you can’t fall asleep standing up.” She helps you walk the rest of the way to your bedroom and you immediately crawl into bed, whining at her to hurry up and get in bed already.

Any other time Kate would scold you for being impatient, but this time she just shakes her head affectionately and gets into bed next to you, humming contently when you immediately cuddle into her side. “Goodnight, princess. Tomorrow you’re going to bed early.” You’re already almost asleep and can’t find it in you to fight with her on that, instead you just breathe in her scent and let yourself drift off.

[familyvideostevie]

𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘅 

day six: putting up lights with eddie | friends to lovers, fluff, 1.4k 12 days of christmas masterlist

It's 9am when Eddie knocks on your door. You know it's him because no one else would bother you this early.

"Are you free today?" he asks as soon as you open the door to your trailer. "Cute pjs." You look down at your candy cane fleece pants and scowl. You stand aside to let him in but he stays on the welcome mat so he doesn't have to take his boots off.

"Thanks," you mumble. "Yeah, I'm free, seeing as it's my day off." You wander into your bedroom to change, leaving the door open. It would be silly to pretend you won't do whatever he wants you to do with him, even this early. You learned very quickly after meeting Eddie Munson that you'll do anything just to be around him. It's only embarrassing if you let yourself think about it, so you try not to.

"Will you help me hang lights on my trailer?" he calls down the hall. "Wayne's working doubles this week and I want to have 'em up by the time he gets home for his dinner break."

"Oh, well if it's for Wayne," you call back. "My favorite Munson. How could I say no?" Eddie laughs like he always does when you tease him as if he's delighted that you'd even try to.

"Dress warm, then," he says. "Shouldn't take too long but it's chilly." You obey, dressing in a few layers and grabbing a hat.

"Alright," you say. "But I'm not getting on the ladder." Eddie's eyes roam over you and you fight the urge to fidget, to think that his gaze is anything other than friendly, than assessing your readiness for the weather.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart," he says. "I'll do all the hard work. You just make sure I don't fall." As you walk to his trailer he pulls a hat with a pom-pom from a pocket somewhere and shoves it on his head. He looks so cute you shove your hands in your pockets so you don't reach out and touch him. The urge gets harder to control when you actually start putting up the lights, considering he's got his coat unzipped and every time he reaches above his head his shirt rides up and you see a strip of his stomach.

"Are you gonna decorate?" he asks you while he's up the ladder. You both decided that a multicolored strand around the roof edge was a good place to start, so that's what he's doing.

"I don't know," you say. "I don't think I have stuff, anyway." You moved to Hawkins fairly recently and the only person you knew was your aunt. Now, you know Eddie, and he's quickly become your favorite person. He's introduced you to everyone in his group and while you really like all of them, you feel closest to him, safest with him. He watches TV with you and drives you around whenever you need and he makes you laugh. So it's easy to be honest with him. "Eddie," you say. He shifts his weight on the ladder to look down at you and you tighten your grip on it. "Can I be real with you?"

"Course you can," he says, a crease between his eyebrows. He senses that maybe you won't talk if he's looking at you so he goes back to hanging lights, but slower than before.

"I think I always get kinda sad around the holidays," you sigh. "Like, it's hard to get in the spirit, and by the time I do it's too late and it's over."

"The holidays can be a lot," he agrees. "And this is your first time spending them in Hawkins, right?" You hum in agreement. "So you're still getting used to things."

"I feel silly about it," you say. "Feeling lonely even though I'm not alone. Like I should be dating someone, or something."

"Coming down," Eddie says. He makes his way to you and you shift so he's got room. Once on the ground he picks up the ladder and moves it over so he can finish up the roof. "It's not silly," he tells you before he heads back up. "I'm sure we can work on that part, though." He clears his throat and starts to work on the last part of the strand, not looking down at you. "Steve says crushes are better around the holidays, anyway. Do you have one of those?"

You keep your eyes on your hands where they hold the sides of the ladder and swallow. Does he know? you wonder. Time to find out. "I do, actually," you tell him.

"Oh," he says. You still don't look up but your neck prickles and you think he must be looking down at you. "Who is it? Tell me and I'll help you out."

Your shoulders fall. "There's no hope for it," you say. "He's so much cooler than I am and he's maybe the nicest guy I've ever met. There's just no way he'd see me that way." The ladder shifts and you realize that he's coming down without warning. You scramble out of the way and he jumps over the last few rungs to land in the grass in front of you, stepping so close that you inhale sharply.

"Nah," Eddie says, warm brown eyes on yours. "He'd be an idiot not to."

"Oh, come on, Eddie," you say softly.

"No, no, really!" he says. He's so close you can feel his breath on your face. "Any guy would be lucky to have you interested in him. You're like, the best person to come to Hawkins ever. And you're one of the best people I know. Everyone loves you, just ask any of the shithead kids who can't get enough of you. You're smart and you look like that and you're nice and...whoever he is should be head over heels for you." You shake your head, embarrassed and overwhelmed and unable to look at him for a few moments.

He takes a step back to give you some room and looks at the now-finished trailer. "Damn, we make a good team," he says, like he didn't just rock your world. Because his speech has you wondering. You don't even look at the lights, eyes on him instead, on his pink cheeks and his soft smile and on the way he shifts his weight like he's got too much energy. What do you have to lose? He's a nice guy and you're pretty sure he'll let you down easy if you're wrong. But what if you're right?

"It's you, Eddie," you say softly. He blinks and looks at you sharply.

"What?" he asks. "What did you say?"

You almost take it back but you manage to hold his gaze. "I like you, Eddie."

"Sweet Jesus," he breathes. His eyes go wide."I gave that whole speech and you were just talking about me?" You nod. "Well, shit."

"Don't make me stand here all embarrassed," you mutter. Eddie steps back into your space immedietly.

"Well, obviously I like you."

"Obviously?" you say in disbelief. And he laughs.

"I'm actually surprised you haven't caught on by now." You can't believe it. He thinks he's been obvious?

"You were just gonna listen to me talk about my crush on someone else? How is that obvious?" He shrugs and reaches for your hand slow enough that you could pull away if you want to. But you don't, so you allow him to twine your fingers together.

"Well, it doesn't matter now. But why didn't you tell me?" He tugs on your hand and you move so that your shoulders are pressed together and you're looking at the trailer.

"Because you're my best friend," you say. "And I didn't want to mess this up." He squeezes your hand and you stand in silence for a few moments.

"If it looks this good in the daytime, it's going to look sick at night," he says. You agree. It's sure to make Wayne smile.

"You did a good job," you tell him.

"We," he corrects. "Hey, I bet it's lunch time. Do you want to get something to eat?" You look at him and he's smiling, eyes sparkling.

"Like a date?" He looks amused.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Like a date." He starts to walk you to his van. "Gotta start working on crushing that holiday melancholy sooner rather than later, don't I?" You sigh but it's sweet, happy, and you think about how you're so glad he knocked on your door this morning.

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𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮: holland!brothers x sister!reader

After your ex-boyfriend breaks your heart, you don't have a valentine. In order to cheer you up, your brothers take you to do your favorite things on Valentine's Day.

(I will also write a different gender-neutral imagine! I want to make sure I'm including everyone, because not everyone who is reading is female or cisgender)

Y/E/B/N: your ex-boyfriend's name

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It had been a week and a half since Y/E/B/N had broken up with you, and so close to Valentines Day! You remembered mentioning to your brothers that you were ecstatic to finally have a valentine this year. Well, that was until you were dumped.

Since then, your bed was mostly a sea of white tissues with a tear-stained pillow. It really was your first heartbreak, and so everything hurt so much more. Tom, Sam, and Harry wanted to beat the guy up, but it was clear they had to focus on you the most.

After a few days passed, you were feeling better. Tears were not constantly dotting your cheeks, and a soft smile would form on your lips after your brothers said something funny. They had done their best to be there while you cried, and brought you ice-cream. You truly had the best brothers.

However, Valentine's Day was approaching. You were quickly set back into mulling over the end of your relationship, your soft silhouette seen weeping in the moonlight.

So, Tom, Sam, Harry, and Paddy had a plan. They formulated a list of your favorite things to do, your favorite flower, and your favorite chocolates and foods. They wanted you to smile and laugh again, and they would do whatever it took to see it happen.

When Valentine's Day approached, you did not want to face the day. You stayed snuggled under some blankets and cuddled a tub of Ben and Jerry's, watching New Girl. This would have to do for the day.

However, around 9am, all of your brothers burst into the room. You jumped from your curled position, spilling tissues all over the floor. Quickly rubbing your eyes, you turned your light on to all your brothers staring directly at you.

"Okay, Y/N, we know this week has been super hard for you. So we made a huge plan to make this day special...and-and we are gonna go to your favorite restaurant, and do your favorite things, and then go watch the sunset tonight with all of us. It's gonna be great, love," Harry said, quite enthusiastically.

Inwardly, you sighed. You really did not want to go out and be reminded of all the cute couples. It would be too painful. But your brothers had taken all this time to set up this day, and you didn't wanna let them down. You couldn't be sad forever.

"Okay." you responded, and the light that came upon their faces made you smile.

You dressed comfortably, put your favorite boots on, and did your hair and makeup. You were ready to go after about thirty minutes. After a simple spritz of your favorite perfume, you walked downstairs and met your brothers in the kitchen. Tom gave you a big smile and put his arm around you.

"Okay, darling. The car's ready, and we will just take it to the shops and you can pick out things you like." he said, opening the door. Everyone hopped into the vehicle, and your driver took you down the street towards the shops. You hoped there weren't too many fans that would try to swarm everyone, but it did happen often now because of Tom's popularity.

It was quite busy in the town, but Tom's security did an excellent job of keeping everyone away from the family. Tom did meet of a few of his fans and signed some autographs, but everyone's full attention was mostly on you.

At first, everyone went into the candy store. You were able to order your favorite candies and sweets, and spent a bit of time taste-testing some chocolates. It was only 11am in the morning and you were already indulging in sweets.

After the candy shop, you went and bought some new clothes and a new pair of shoes. The morning and early afternoon was spent in the warm light in the market center of the town. You ended your shopping spree by eating lunch at a small café. The lunch was filled with nonstop laughter and teasing, a common scene in the Holland household.

It was an unusually sunny day for London, leaving the sky exceptionally clear and blue. That meant you would be able to see the sunset in the park tonight. Everyone briefly returned home to make sandwiches and snacks for the picnic, and Nikki and Dom brought home your favorite flower and some chocolates.

So, you packed up the basket and took two blankets with you. The sun was already setting upon the horizon, casting orange rays across the town. Everything was enveloped in a hazy, sleepy light.

A few minutes passed, and you arrived at the park. It was somewhat busier than usual due to people watching the sunset. Nikki and Dom set the blankets down on a small hill, under a large tree. It provided shade but almost seemed to be on fire due to the sunset.

Everyone began to eat and laugh together as the sun slipped down into the sky. Eventually, orange bled into red, with a slight pink dotting the middle of the sky. Specks of orange seemed to float here and there, and the sun was a massive ball heading to bed.

Slowly, everything began to get darker and darker. Although it began to get chilly, your heart was warm. You had the best family in the world.

"Do you feel better, darling?" Harry asked, looking at you. The boys had really hoped you were feeling a bit happier.

"Yes, very much. Thank you so much." You began to tear up a bit, but they were happy tears. You were grateful to have some wonderful brothers that cared for you so much. "I don't know what I would do without you guys."

All the boys took turns hugging you, making you giggle and smile.

"Boys are stupid, anyways, Y/N. You're beautiful and loved, either way." Sam said, ruffling your hair.

The family began to tell stories and reminisce on good times. Someone down in the park was playing the violin. You spent the rest of the night with your head on Tom's shoulder, until you eventually fell asleep. He carried you to the car, wrapped up in the blanket to keep your warm.

Everything would be all right.

[profoundtyrantharmony]

Title : Together in Sickness (V2)

Words : 1743

Warining : none. If you read the V1 you'll see some resemblance with this one.

Notes : V2 of the request of @jemmaluvr for those who wish to see more Avengers in it.

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Y/N

I got Covid, I don’t know how (probably someone not wearing a mask who splutter in my face by accident...) I mean we never know !

I’m not in a hospital but I’m not in a good shape either (fever, tiredness, nausea, headache, caugh, red an irritated eyes...)

Now I have to be quarantined (in the Hulk detainment room), worry not my bathroom isn’t see through, I have to keep some dignity in me cause I’ll pretty much be like a caged animals in this room.

Lucky me, I’m quarantined in the avengers compound so I have plenty of distractions (tv, books, video-games, music...)

My loves all come to see me (that’s clearly the only good part of this quarantine)  even if I’m not that great of a compagny at the moment.

Some can even enter the room with me cause they can’t get this motherf*** bloody virus ! I’m talking here about Thor, Loki and Bruce (I mean the Hulk). Steve and Bucky won’t enter despite them being supersoldier we don’t know if they’re immune to it.

One by one they come (5 the morning and 5 the afternoon and evening), they don’t want to overwelm me.

How cute and considerate of them ! I’m such a lucky one.

At 8am, Steve is the first one to come to check on me in the morning with my breakfast in hand.

He made it himself with all my favorites (I don’t have much appetite so he thinks this way I’ll be more willing to eat something).

He give it to me through a hatch (cause you know social distancing and all) with a cute little love letter signed by himself and all the others.

He sits in front of the glass windows on some cushions and blankets.

He asks me how well did I sleep and how I am feeling. Seeing my fatifgued state his furrows his brows in slight sadness and compassion.

He reads the newspaper for me while I try eating some food. He doesn’t read about the covid (for obvious depressing news) though. 

He lets all the crosswords intact so I can do them if I’m bored.

Before leaving he blow a kiss in my direction and tells me he loves me and he’ll come to see me tomorrow.

At 9am, Tony is the next one to come to see me coffee in hand, a tired smile on his face.

Usually he’s not up this early but for me he makes an exception. Moreover he’s not one for eignt hours night of sleep.

He can’t enter the room either which tremendously annoys him.

He makes himself confortable on the cushions too, then asks me if I wanted to try and defeat him at “Guitar Hero”.

He perfectly knows I can’t say no to a challenge, sick or not I just can’t. He does it so I have a reason to fight not just for the game but also the virus.

He plays nice with me, he lets me win on purpose but I do as if I don’t see it. Winning is always a good thing even if the game is loaded.

Before leaving, he places a kiss on his fingers then touch the windows where my face is laying. He forces himself not to cry and profess his love and affection for me.

At 10am, Bruce (or Hulk) comes inside the room with me because the Hulk can’t get the virus and is immune to it.

Bruce/Hulk gets me some snacks in case I’m a bit hungry during the morning. He brings me all my favorites. 

He gives me a huge hug (thats the first one of the day and it feels so so good).

He cuddles me during all the time we get together.

We sit together on the couch and watch some funny videos on youtube (I made him discover some avengers parody videos weeks ago).

We laugh a lot, tears of laugh streaming out of our eyes. Our belly ache from too much laughing at not so good jokes. All this laugh is meant to get my mood up and not be sad and desperate about myself.

When it is time fo him to leave, he stands from the couch, caress the top of my head and gives me a kiss on the forehead full of tenderness.

When 11am rings on the clock, Natasha comes sitting outside the room on the wannabe “couch” made of blankets and pillows.

She brings with her a tablet with a game of chess in it. She wants me to think about other thing than me having the covid.

She’s better at this than me (she’s more strategic than I have ever will be).

She explains to me all the different strategies and what to do to counter-attack. 

All the time she has a tight lip smile on her face with eyes red from tears probably because I looked like shit.

I caugh a lot and I’m not at my best at the moment but I continue the chess game, It’s important for me as much as it is for her.

I finally lost the game without much of a surprise, I smile at this despite by body aching.

Before she leaves I ask her to tell Bruce I need some pain meds. She agrees.

She then put her hand on the glass window where mine lays. Next her forehead meet mine, the glass window only separating us. She whispers her wish to see me healed.

Time to eat, Thor arrives with our lunch and my meds (that Bruce gave him).

He knows that I’m not that hungry, that’s why he only brings me a plate of soup. But he cooks it to be extra greasy (even if I don’t eat all of it, I'll still have more nutrients than a simple soup).

During all our lunch he keeps smiling at me and holding my hand. He’s trying to distract me by being his dork-self.

When I finish eating half of my plate of soup, he gives me my meds with a glass of water.

He sees I’m really tired, so he prepared my bed for me.

He carries me in his arms, put me and tuck me in bed, then gives me a kiss on the nose.

Before leaving he turn off the light and wish me a good nap.

After my nap Clint is the next one to come to me with a glass of orange juice and a cereal bar.

He asks me how my nap was and if I had good dreams.

After drinking and eating the cereal bar I ask him what he wants to do. He says he’s ready to play games.

As I’m feeling a bit better I’m willing to play some wii sport game.

Of course he wants to play a game of axes throwing, it’s surely better than relay race though.

We play together, it’s not tiring enough for me to not fight back.

I almost win, almost ! He’s really happy to see me smiling (Nat told him I wasn't feeling well and needed medicine) despite me being sick.

Before leaving he blows air on the glass to create fog, he then draws a heart pierced by an arrow on it. I smile at it.

At 5pm Bucky comes to see me with a game of battleship with him.

Just like him I’m very fond of board games. It’s a calm game that don’t need that much energy.

He looks at me intensely in the eyes. According to him it’s to “enter my mind and get the positions of all my boats”. 

Guess what ? It didn’t work.

He loses the game. He’s disappointed in himself but he’s glad because I seem happier and healthier.

He really wants to take me in his arm and cover me in kisses but he can’t and it makes him sad.

Before leaving me he gives me a kiss through the glass window an tells me he never love soomeone as he loves me.

The next one to pay me a visit is Sam at 6pm.

He’s always in a good mood and ready to play pranks or other shenanigans.

When he arrives he is grinning like crazy. I don’t know why yet.

He tells me he has the best of ideas to pass our time together. That’s where he shows me he brings red wing with him.

Thanks to some technogical thing I’m able to see what he sees on his tablet on my tv.

He directs red wing through the entire compound to come and see all my little darlings. We can see all of they’re doing.

He makes me so happy I can’t help myself but proclaim my gratitude too him as well as the strong feelings I hold for them all.

The next one to come to me is Loki around 7pm.

He brings me a plate of goulash with two slices of bread as well as my medicine.

He tells me that Wanda is the one who cooked the dish, that she was supposed to be the one with me right now but then I would have been alone while eating. So she asks him to switch place.

He sits next to me and serves me my plate while giving me a kiss on both cheeks.

While eating we speaks about what book he’s actually reading (I really like the way he tells stories, it’s very calming).

When we both finish eating (and after I take my med) he puts me on his lap, strokes my hair and whispering sweet nothing to my ears.

He ends the visit by kissing my neck and hugging me tightly.

Finally Wanda is the last one of my love to come to visit me.

She asks me if I apreciated the goulash she made (of course it was incredibly delicious, she’s really good at cooking).

As I’m starting to feel a bit tired, Wanda suggests I go to lay on my bed.

She uses her power to tuck me protectively inside my bed.

She then starts to read the book that was next to my bed (she uses telekinesis to bring it closer to her).

Her sweet, tender and calm voice lulls me to sleep.

Before leaving she makes sure my dreams will be full of them all, full of good emotions and love.

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This is the V2 of my first Headcanon, hope you liked it !

English is not my mother tongue so be indulgent please.

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The Other Woman {Ward Cameron}

Author's Notes: Ward has a mistress - but part of me also feels like Rose was the mistress at another point in his life. I have a feeling this story is very niche, but I wanted to write it. So..here we go. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Cheating, obviously. Character is very much of age - I'm thinking mid 30s.. Drinking, Sexual tension - sexual references/innuendos

Requested? Nope, kinda think this is just for me.. Requests for OBX are open.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

His house was quiet, and that wasn't very common. For a man with three children - all within their teen years- it wasn't often that he had his grandiose home to himself.

Ward Cameron sat at his large, well polished desk and looked out the bay windows at the expansive property he had worked so hard for. He reached into the crystal vase upon the desk and pulled out a cigar, running his fingertips over it as he thought about the time he had to himself.

He placed the cigar delicately back on the desk and then reached for his cell phone. He opened up his contacts and scrolled through to find her name, then hit the dial button.

The phone rang, rang and rang. She liked to make him wait despite the way he had told her, many times, he didn't like to be kept waiting. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the wood of his desk as he approached the sixth ring, her voicemail about to pick up.

"Hi." Her voice sang on the other end of the voice, out of breath.

"Where were you?" Ward asked gruffly as he placed his cigar back in the crystal vase. He wasn't ready for it just yet.

"I just got finished working out, Ward." She breathed out.

"Yoga or Pilates today?" Ward inquired, his voice low.

"Treadmill. I'm sweaty and disgusting." She replied, that cocky smile and eyebrow raise beyond evident.

"Good. Don't change. I'll be over in 15 minutes." Ward stated as he stood up from his executive seat, and reached for his keys at the edge of his desk. He hung up the phone and made his way quickly from his office at the corner of the house and out to his vehicle, still warm from the setting sun.

He made it to her home in record time. The small house that could fit inside Tannyhill almost three times over sat between The Cut and Figure Eight - No Man's Land - as his wife kindly called it. There wasn't a lot around, not even other houses, but he knew that's why she liked it.

Ward parked his car, his shiny black SUV a sore thumb in front of her home. He clicked the lock button on his fob twice, to be sure, then made his way towards the front door.

"A 7p.m booty call? Man, you are old." She smiled as she opened her front door, and leaned against the frame to watch him as he made his way up the steps of her porch.

"Well, some of us don't have the luxury of living alone. Do we?" Ward asked as he ascended the stairs and made his way over to her, slow but with intention.

"Where is our friend Rose tonight?" She questioned as she pushed her body of the door frame to stand in front of him, her eyes scanning his body. So perfectly dressed for every occasion.

"At a meeting for the Women of Outer Banks Ladies Who Lunch Event." Ward grinned, his hands in his pocket.

"That's disgusting." She grimaced as she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Ladies need lunch." Ward replied with a shrug while he removed his hands from his pockets to place them on her hips.

"I wouldn't know. I don't get invited to those types of events." She replied as she placed her hands on his shoulders, then slid her hands down to his chest.

"Yeah. Well, you don't want to be around those women anyways." Ward mumbled , his eyes looking just passed her and into the small home.

"Come inside, Ward. I'll make you a drink. Something fun. You've been drinking straight from the bottle for too long." She smiled as she removed her hands from his chest to take his hand and pull him inside.

Ward let the woman lead him inside her home, his eyes all over the objects inside as he familiarized himself with everything once more. He closed the door gently behind him then made his way up behind her as she looked over her small collection of bottles on a small bar cart.

"I always keep just a tiny bottle of scotch here for you, even though it's disgusting. I think you should have something fun, with lime or something. But it's your choice." She stated as her back was to him, the bottles clanking together as she read the labels.

Ward closed the distance between them, his chest pressed to her back as he stood directly behind her. He took hold of her waist and turned her around. A small smile passed his thin lips as she gasped at his firm touch. His rough fingertips smoothed over the curves of her body, catching on the material of her clothes.

"You're not that sweaty." Ward mumbled as his hands reached beneath the waistband of her shorts to gently touch her skin.

"It took you forever to get here." She quipped with a smirk, a small shiver running down her spine at the feel of his hands on her.

Ward chuckled at his lover's impatience. The drive from Tannyhill to No Man's Land was less than 15 minutes, 10 with the way he drove. He rolled the waistband of her tight workout pants down, showing off her hips. He pressed his forehead to hers and let her unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

"How do you feel about going for a ride on the boat next weekend?" Ward asked as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face, his hands firmly on the sides of her ass.

"You want to take me out on your yacht?" She questioned as she pulled back to look up him, a smile crossing his face.

"I wouldn't call it a yacht, but yes." Ward grinned, a hand removed from her backside to reach up and push a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What about -"

"Rose and the girls will be out of town for some sort of bonding trip. And Rafe will be, well. I don't know where Rafe goes, but he won't have the boat." Ward replied with a soft sigh as he placed his hand on the side of her neck.

"You know, you're too hard on him. You were a 19 year old boy at one point your life, too." She stated as her fingers continued their trail down his shirt, undoing his buttons.

"Well, when I was 19 years old I was working three jobs and paying my own way through school. Not asking for handouts on top of allowances. He and I, we're different." Ward sighed as he removed his hands from his lover, slowly backing away from her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up. I know that he's kind of an issue for you right now." She replied, as she ran her hands over her face.

As Ward opened his mouth to reply, he touched his pocket, a deep sigh rumbling in his chest. He pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hello, sweetheart." Ward greeted, pasting on a beaming smile despite how his eyes looked so sad over at his lover.

"I'm just at the office finishing up a few contracts. Do you need me now?" He asked as he placed his other hand in his pocket, pacing the small living room.

"Okay. I'll be there in about 20 minutes, meet me in our usual pick up spot. Love you too, Wheezie." Ward ended the conversation with his youngest, then placed the phone back in his pocket with another heavy sigh.

He looked across the room at her again, his eyes apologetic. He took the few steps over to her and wrapped her in his arms again, placing a small kiss to the top of her head.

"I have to go." Ward mumbled as he pulled her close.

"It's okay. Guess I'll just shower without you." She replied, a small smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to his chest.

"I suppose so. But next weekend I'll be here early in the morning to pick you up to take you out on the water, okay? I promise." Ward stated, a smile of his own crossing his lips.

"Whatever you say, Ward." She shrugged as she placed her hands on his sides, under his unbuttoned shirt to keep him close.

Ward leaned down to press his lips to hers, the whiskers of his beard tickling to soft skin of her face. As quickly as his lips were there, he pulled away. He took his hands off of her to begin buttoning up his shirt once more. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and slowly made his way towards her front door again, his fingertips touching his lips before he turned back to her.

"9am. Saturday. I will be here and I expect you to be out front waiting for me." Ward stated firmly, a small smile on his bearded face.

"Yes, sir." She replied as she brought her hand to her head for a salute.

Ward pointed a finger at her with warning before he tossed her a wink and walked out the front door towards his car, which he was always surprised was still there. He got in the car and drove off of No Man's Land, his hopes alive for the chance to come back on Saturday to take her for a ride on his boat.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - perhaps a sequel for a boat ride, if there's interest? Thank you!! xoxo

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Unfaithful | Part Five

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2005

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, drunk priest, bad friend 

A/N: Please be warned there will be some themes of toxic/abusive relationship in this series. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Four | Masterlist

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I can’t sleep. 

Half excited for my hen party, and half nervous for the talk I know I need to have with the priest. 

I spend hours lying awake imagining how the conversation will go, all the possible outcomes. I must of drifted off some time in the early hours because I'm awakened at 9am by a text from Daniel: 

‘You looked so peaceful when I left for work I didn’t want to disturb you. But I just realised that since I’m going straight out with the boys for my stag do later, the next time we see each other I’ll be in my suit and you’ll be in your dress walking down the aisle to me. I can’t wait. Enjoy the fundraiser and have and wonderful hen party tonight. I love you Mrs Davison xxx’

The text makes me smile, until I read the last sentence. ‘Mrs Davison’ send a panic rushing through me. This suddenly all feels very real. I’m getting married tomorrow. I take a deep breath. It’s fine. I'm fine. This is just pre-wedding nerves. Completely normal. 

I take another deep breath and get out of bed. 

— — — — 

“Ah Y/N! You’re here” Pam greets me at the church doors and swiftly ushers me around the side of the building towards the church garden where the fundraiser has already started “We’ve got an emergency” 

“What do you mean?” I reply as she leads me through crowds of people till we reach a table lined with various numbered prizes. 

“Ruth was supposed to be running the raffle but she’s just called to say she can’t make it, ate something bad she thinks and now she can’t stop throwing up.” 

I grimace slightly at the story but mostly I’m just wondering what any of this has to do with me…

“So if you wouldn’t mind taking over and running it for us that would be wonderful. Tickets are a pound each. Thank you!” 

Before I can say anything she’s gone, rushing off to check the youth band are ready for their performance. I stand bewildered for a moment, looking around at the crowds until I spot the priest who is currently admiring cupcakes at the bakery stand and laughing about something. Suddenly he turns and locks eyes with me. His face drops, he stares at me like a deer in headlights. I give him a small smile, which he doesn’t return. My heart hurts. 

“Excuse me, how much is a ticket?” Someone asks, forcing me to turn my attention away

“One pound” 

“Can I get five please” 

By the time I complete the transaction and look back to the bakery stand the priest is gone. I scan the crowd again, but there’s no sign of him. 

An hour later I still don't know where he is. What I do know is I really need the loo. I ask the person on the stall next to me to watch the table while I head inside in search of the toilets, but when I enter the building I bump into someone. 

It’s him. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks

“Just trying to find the ladies room” 

“I mean here, at this stupid event”

“Pam didn’t really give me a choice” I explain and he just looks irritated “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I wasn’t welcome”

“I just wasn’t expecting to see you here today”

“Well here I am” I say dryly and there’s an awkward silence. I take a deep breath before I speak again “I actually wanted to talk to you… about what happened-”

“Nothing happened. We agreed”

“But it did happen, Father, we need to talk about it”

“Oh, fuck you calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it”

My mouth drops open, dumbfounded by his comment. I shake my head slightly as I try and think of something to say.

“I know what you’ve been doing” he continues

“Please, enlighten me because I have no idea what you're talking about!”

“Playing the sweet, innocent girl. Making me like you, fall for you. Making me think that you needed saving from the douchebag boyfriend… Was any of it real? Was anything you said actually true?” 

“I never lied to you” I almost whisper as he gets really close to my face, moving my hair off my cheek to study what’s left of the burn scars.

“Did he ever really hurt you? Or did you just make that up so I’d feel sorry for you”

“Fuck you!” I say through gritted teeth as I start to walk away, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I stop and look back at him “You’re the one who told me you loved me, remember? That was you! If you regret it, that’s fine. There’s no need to be such a dick about it” 

I turn and leave again, his final words repeating through my head as I walk away. 

As I walk home I can’t stop the tears from coming as I replay the conversation in my head over and over again. Why is he being like this? How can he be so loving to me one day and so nasty a few days later? What changed?

I get home and go straight to bed. I wrap myself up in the duvet and try to push everything out of my mind so I can get in a quick nap before I have to get ready for my hen party. The last thing I feel like doing right now is going out celebrating, but I know there’s no way I could cancel.

Thank God there’s going to be alcohol there. 

— — — — 

“Bride’s turn! Truth or Dare?”

“Truth” I say happily, finishing off my third glass of wine. 

“Okay… if you could have a free pass and choose any celebrity, who would you sleep with?”

The girls start whooping and laughing, but before I can even answer Tiffany cuts in.

“She won’t answer that, she’s far too vanilla”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, slightly offended by her tone.

“Don't start Tiff” Eva rolls her eyes

“I’m not starting anything, I’m just telling the truth. She’s only ever had one boyfriend and she’s marrying him tomorrow. She lost her virginity to him and I bet you anything that they schedule the days in the week when they’ll go to bed and have boring missionary sex. Vanilla! She’s never even kissed another guy…”

Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system or the way she’s talking about me like I’m not here, but I can feel myself getting more and more irritated.

“Actually I have!” I speak up and she laughs.

“A kiss from your dad doesn’t count”

The room falls silent as everyone stops to watch my reaction. I can see from Tiffany’s face she instantly regrets her words. She knows how much I miss my dad, but it’s too late to take it back now.  

“Well done Tiff” I hear Eva say as I walk away from the group. I head outside and take a deep breath of the fresh air. Looking up at the stars I find myself thinking of my parents and wishing they were here. 

“I’m sorry” Tiffany’s voice makes me jump, I hadn’t realised she’d followed me outside and was now leaning against the wall next to me “that was a low blow, I shouldn’t have said that”

“It doesn’t matter” I mutter quietly 

“It does! I should have thought about what I was saying… I just forgot”

“I forget too. So often I pick up my phone to call him and realise he won’t be on the other end. I would give anything for them to be here right now”

“I know, come here” she pulls me in for a hug, squeezing me tightly before leaning away to look me in the face “I’m sorry I called you vanilla”

“Maybe I am. You were right, I’ve only ever been with Daniel. Until this week he was the only man I’d ever kissed!”

“This week?” She pulls away completely and my heart drops as I realise what I’ve just said “You kissed someone? Who?”

“No I- I didn’t mean to say that” 

“Its okay, you can tell me. We have been friends forever haven’t we?”

“I guess… but you can’t tell the others!”

“I won’t”

“Promise me Tiff!”

“I promise!”

I take a breath. 

“I kissed the priest” 

“What priest?” She replies blankly.

“THE Priest! The one who’s doing the wedding tomorrow!”

She stares at me blankly for a moment as she processes what I’ve just told her. I can almost see the cogs turning in her brain and suddenly the penny drops.

“OH MY GOD!”

“I know”

“Y/N!” 

“I know!”

“Does Daniel know?”

“Of course not”

“You have to tell him!”

“Are you insane?! He’d go mad!”

“He deserves to know that his so called fiancé has been cheating on him”

“I haven’t been cheating on him, it was just one stupid drunken kiss”

“If it was ‘just a kiss’ why haven’t you told him?”  

“Because-” I think about telling her the truth. That if I told him he’d get angry and most likely hurt me. But I don’t. “I just can’t”

“If you don’t, I will” 

“No, Tiff please you can’t”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go there now and tell him” she says and stares at me as I silently stare back at her. When she begins to walk away I panic.

“Because he hurts me!” I finally admit, and she looks back at me confused “That’s why I’ve been too scared to tell him”

“No” she shakes her head “No he wouldn’t, he swore he’d never be like his dad”

“And he’s not. He’s not as bad as his father was, he just gets angry and sometimes he takes it out on me.” I explain but she’s still shaking her head in disbelief “a few days ago I had to go to the hospital because he burnt me” I pull the collar of my dress down to expose the burn scars on my neck “this is what’s left of him throwing boiling hot coffee in my face”

She looks from my neck to my face, sadness in her eyes as she processes everything. After a few moments she finally speaks. 

“I won’t tell him” 

“Thank you!” I breathe a sigh of relief 

“But I also won’t be at the wedding tomorrow” 

“Tiff, you're my maid of honour! My best friend! I need you”

“I can’t pretend to be happy for you, pretend that I agree with this marriage. I’m sorry”

“Tiff! Tiffany!” I call after her but she continues to walk away, hailing a passing taxi and disappearing into the night. 

“Y/N? What happened? Where’s Tiff?” Eva asks, poking her head out the door and looking around. 

“She’s gone” I say simply, turning to look at her “Guess I need a new maid of honour” 

— — — — 

The following morning goes by in a blur. The girls, minus Tiffany, stayed at my house over night while Daniel stayed at his mate’s house. I was awakened by the sounds of the girls running upstairs, screaming excitedly that “today is the day” as they jumped into my bed. 

Once they’d calmed down we had all gone downstairs for a light breakfast before the girls began getting ready. Maybe it’s the constant sound of laughing and chatting, or maybe its the slight hangover from the night before but I suddenly feel the need to get out. I excuse myself and head outside to get some air, taking a seat on the front step of my house. I take a few deep breaths and allow my head to drop into my hands, my elbows propped up on my knees. A few seconds later I hear footsteps up the driveway and look up to see the priest. 

“Hi” I say, unable to hide the confusion in my voice. 

“can we talk?” 

Final Chapter

[theworldoffostering]

Frantic Wednesday

DD had to start work at 5am today. We have not purchased a replacement car from the one she totaled in November, so either myself or DH are dropping her off and picking her up from work. It’s not far from our home, but it’s way too early. Today DH took her to work, and then he took DS to jazz band rehearsal which is before school (6:30am).

DH returned to work today. He has about three weeks left of the school year. We thought it would be good if he put in the last few weeks and shows good faith that he is trying to end the year on a positive note. He said he had a good day today. Let’s hope that continues.

I strapped NB into the carrier, grabbed an umbrella, and walked H, E, and Baby to school. E had intervention time, H was testing, and Baby went to his regular classroom. Then I walked NB to daycare and walked home.

9am-picked up E from her intervention time. Came home and helped Ms. 6 with math. Started work on an anniversary cake I’m making for the weekend.

9:50-picked up H from testing.

10am-signed onto a virtual therapy appt for one of the kids. I spent about 20 minutes with the therapist and then let the kid do the rest of the session solo with the therapist.

10:30-picked up DD from world. Came home and helped E with math. Got cake layers into the oven.

11:20-dropped DS off at school for a class. Came home and took cakes out of the oven.

11:30-babysitter arrived to help for the afternoon!

11:40-got Baby off the bus and made him lunch. Made lunch for E and Ms. 6. Helped E with her math.

12:25–picked DS up from class and ran to the grocery store for wax for a science project that DS needed, lunch meat, and powdered sugar for caking. Also picked up ice cream and sparkling grape juice for anniversary party this weekend. Dropped anniversary stuff off at my mom’s house.

1pm-came home and discovered the Baby had pulled all of the blooms off of my peonies. They are my favorite and I am so sad/disappointed/angry. Talked to Baby. Made zero headway.

Got into the house and leveled cakes and wrapped them up to freeze for a couple of days. Helped DD prep dinner (burrito bowls). Finished math with E. Checked Ms. 6’s math. Much intervention was needed. Sat with her to fix all of the math mistakes.

Pulled pie dough I had made but had in freezer out and made a lemon meringue pie because it’s DH’s favorite. I wanted to  commemorate his return to work somehow. ❤️

3:25-DH arrived home.

3:30-IEP for E. She qualified as SLD in reading, writing, and math. Sad and good at the same time. I have lots of feelings about it all. The meeting went around 90 minutes and I asked to meet again to discuss goals and eligibility for summer months. I’m going to request ESY and compensatory services for her. The school is pushing hard for her to return to traditional school. I am 99% sure we will not do that.

4:30–DH picked up NB from daycare and babysitter left.

5:10-picked up Ms. 6 from track practice (babysitter took her). Came home and ate dinner.

7:20-I’m beat. Already tucked in Baby. He’s asleep. Just read to E and am putting her to bed now.

Not a bad day, just so much running around.

[electrictoes]

All We Are

For @dailysvu’s Sonny Carisi Week

Day 4:  “What is this between us?  Relationship: Amanda Rollins  / Sonny Carisi​

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They don’t define this thing between them - it just is.

After a week, Sonny thinks maybe they should - but he’s so happy, and he doesn’t want to break this calm comfort they’ve found in each other by putting labels on things that have never needed to be labelled before.

Everyone around them is so curious though; other people want it defined. And it shouldn’t matter - shouldn’t be anyone’s business but their own. But it isn’t that simple. Their friends and family make no secret of the fact that they've been waiting for this almost as long as he has.

He skipped out on most of Memorial Day weekend with his family for the first time in his life - only putting in an appearance in his parents’ backyard late on Monday afternoon, a white lie on his lips; that he’s been stuck at work - a lie his mother sees through in an instant.

He can’t stop checking his phone; types and deletes a message to Amanda - an I miss you that he can’t bring himself to send, because it’s so ridiculous. He sends her a photo of the backyard filled with family instead, and smiles down at his phone when she sends him a photo back - the girls at the park, ice cream cones in their hands, sprinkles and chocolate sauce already trailing down Billie’s arm.

He tries to duck out of sight to call her a little later, but his mother catches him as he creeps up the stairs to his childhood bedroom; she stands at the foot of the stairs, hands on her hips, a scolding frown on her face - he hears the Dominick before she says it, and slinks back down to the hallway without a word, thinking about how he’s a prosecutor and he faces tougher opponents than his mother on a daily basis, but no one can reduce him to his thirteen year old self like she can.

His mom doesn’t let him slip back out to the party, her grip on his arm is firm as she tugs him into the kitchen, “Alright, out with it,” she says and he feigns confusion.

“I don’t-”

“It’s either a girl, or it’s something bad,” she says, arms crossed over her chest, a shadow of worry on her face. “And your sister told me you broke up with-”

Sonny sighs, resisting the urge to fold his own arms. He hadn’t actually told Bella that at all, just relayed one of the many arguments he and Nicole had had before they’d called it quits, but he wasn’t surprised that she’d drawn her own conclusions. “Bella needs to stop gossipin’ about me.”

“Tell me.”

“There’s nothin’ to-”  His mother fixes him with a look that would have had him running to his bedroom as a kid; he resists the urge to bolt now. “It’s new,” he says, and because his mom doesn’t so much as blink, he adds. “Rollins.”

There’s a part of him that’s almost giddy at the way she reacts - the way her posture softens and she smiles up at him. He enjoys it for half a second before the questions start coming in thick and fast - he deflects, but she ploughs on.

“So the two of you are-”

“Figuring that out,” he says. He listens to her as she talks about not wasting time, tells him he’s not getting any younger, reminds him his grandmother’s engagement ring is still sitting in her jewellery box upstairs just waiting for him to need it.

“Way too far ahead of yourself, Ma,” he says - too far ahead but still visible there on the horizon.

The closest they come to having the what is this? conversation in those early days is the is this a secret? conversation.

“I don’t want it to be,” Sonny admits, “But if you wanna wait until-”

“Until what?” Amanda asks him, “I’m sure,” she says. “If you are.”

They’re on the couch, the girls fast asleep down the hall and her feet resting in his lap; it’s casual and domestic and not really all that different from the way things have always been, but he lets himself take it in, appreciate the way his world is changing. He rests his hands on her shins as he smiles over at her, “I’m sure,” he says. And that’s it.

Everything left unsaid passes between them in looks, kisses, and touches. They don’t need more.

They don’t advertise it; there’s a time when they’ll have to - disclosure paperwork and conversations about professionalism and objectivity as though they haven’t been managing just fine up until now. But Sonny’s diligent - he’s checked the paperwork - he might have checked the paperwork over a year ago, when she’d left him at his desk with a sad smile and he’d spent the next forty-eight hours kicking himself, only for a global pandemic to stop him calling in that rain check  - and he knows they have time.

They do arrive at the precinct together one Tuesday morning a couple of weeks in; he has a meeting scheduled with Liv first thing and he hasn’t been back to his own apartment in three days. They’re not so blatant as to hold hands, but they do work with some of the best detectives in the city, so it isn’t a surprise that they’re caught out within minutes.

Fin gives them look, but he doesn’t say anything. Sonny’s sure he’ll get a comment in at some point, but while everyone knows Fin enjoys a gossip way more than he lets on, he’s good at keeping his questions to himself until the moment that best suits him.

Kat doesn’t follow suit. She’s nothing but questions and Sonny tries to escape under the guise of waiting for the captain in her office, but Amanda grips his jacket sleeve, silently telling him not leave her.

“How long?” Kat asks, “And what exactly-”

“Our business,” Amanda says; she’s smiling at Kat, no malice in her tone, but no room for argument either.

Jesse get a pass. Because she’s Jesse. And because this affects her just as much as it does Sonny and Amanda. For the first two weeks of waking up to Uncle Sonny sleeping in Mommy’s bed she doesn’t ask any questions - it surprises him, because that first morning waking up beside Amanda his second thought had been that they would have to figure out how to explain his presence there to Jesse and Billie. When Jesse had raced into Amanda's bedroom, though, she had just greeted him like she was used to him being there, and he’d wondered if they’d ever actually need to sit them down and explain.

Eventually she does ask, one night after he’s tucked Billie into bed with a kiss so it’s just the three of them awake. He leans in the bathroom doorway while Amanda gives Jesse her bath. She’s been unusually quiet, and there’s a thoughtful look on her face, “Mommy,” she says after a while, blinking water out of her eyes as Amanda washes her hair, “Is Uncle Sonny your husband now?”

Amanda coughs as though she’s the one with a face full of water, turning to look at Sonny with a startled expression. He gives her a soft smile, but he doesn’t have the answers either.

“Not yet, baby,” she says, and Sonny can’t help the grin that comes over his face, however wide Amanda’s eyes go at her own words.

“You’ve gotta have a weddin’ first,” Sonny adds, and Jesse beams over at him; he sees a dozen questions forming, but Amanda pours more water over her head, rinsing out the shampoo and buying them more time in the same moment.

Once she’s out of the bath, dressed in her pyjamas and ready for bed, Jesse throws her arms around his legs, hugging him tightly, “I’m glad you’re gonna have a wedding with Mommy,” she says, and tips her head back for a goodnight kiss before skipping to her bedroom as though she hadn’t essentially just told him to get on with proposing to her mother.

Amanda’s mother shows up unannounced at her apartment one Sunday morning, and it’s Sonny who answers the door - not expecting Beth Anne Rollins to be standing in the hallway, an impatient look on her face. “Oh,” is all she says when she clocks sight of him, her gaze travelling down the worn t-shirt and pyjama pants he’s wearing, his bare feet on the wooden floor. She pushes past him into the apartment, not greeting him or stopping for breath, “What are you doing here? Amanda finally admit she’s got a thing for you?”

He closes the door behind her and follows, not answering her questions. Billie scrambles down from the dining table to run and hug her grandmother, abandoning the cereal he’s spent the last ten minutes trying to coax her into eating, while she’d stubbornly refused and told him she wanted garlic bread for breakfast.

“Where is Amanda anyway?” Beth Anne asks, turning to look at him again. He feels self-conscious with her gaze on him, the soft clothes, untamed hair, shoeless Sonny Carisi was reserved for Amanda - and by extension the girls - certainly not for his possible future mother-in-law.

“Takin’ Frannie for a walk,” he says, “Jesse’s gone too,” he adds unnecessarily.

Beth Anne nods, still eyeing him with suspicion as she reaches into her handbag and pulls out a lollipop for Billie, who grabs at it gleefully.

“No-” he starts, but Beth Anne is already unwrapping the treat, and he sighs as Billie puts it in her mouth. “She hasn’t finished her breakfast,” he sighs.

“And who says you get to tell me what my granddaughter can eat?” Beth Anne says, smiling indulgently at Billie.

Sonny shakes his head, “I’m gonna… if you’re here I’m gonna get dressed,” he slips away to the bedroom, taking jeans and a shirt from the drawer he now has in Amanda’s dresser. While he changes he hears the sounds of Amanda’s return - Frannie barking, Jesse yelling a greeting to her grandmother. He hears murmuring as Amanda questions Beth Anne’s impromptu visit, and when he returns Amanda and her mother are at opposite ends of the kitchen, Amanda leaning back against the counter with an unimpressed look on her face.

“And then he tries to tell me not to give Billie candy-”

Amanda shakes her head, “He's right. It’s barely 9am, Momma.”

“Well, is he your boyfriend now or not?”

“Momma,” Amanda starts, but cuts herself off when she spots him hovering just beyond the kitchen, she gives him a warm smile, “We’re together, that’s all that matters,” she says, meeting his eye - all she feels and all that goes unsaid held in her gaze for him to see.

They fill in the disclosure paperwork that evening; they don’t have to just yet; they’ve still got time, Sonny’s been keeping the deadline in his head, but Amanda leaves him on the couch and goes out into the entryway where her work bag is; she returns a moment later, a manila folder in her hands that she passes over to him as she sits down. The form inside is mostly filled out - all their basic information already there in Amanda’s handwriting, the only empty boxes are Date of Disclosure, and Nature of Relationship.

“Time to make it official?” he asks, and she pokes his arm gently.

“It’s already official, Carisi,” she says, “Unless you’re thinking otherwise.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head at her, “You got a pen?”

“We’ve got to decide what to write in that box,” she tells him tapping the Nature of Relationship box with the pen she’s just grabbed. “Whatever we’re calling this,” she gestures between the two of them.

“According to Jesse, I’m your future husband,” he says, only half-joking.

Amanda just laughs at him, “I think you’d need to write fiancé,” she says, “But you’re not getting off that lightly - you need to propose to me yourself,” she tells him; she glances away as she adds, “Not yet, though.”

Someday, he thinks, leaning over, a hand reaching for her face, turning her back towards him so that he can kiss her; she lets him, kissing him right back for a minute or so before she puts one palm to his chest, pushing him back from her, “Carisi, let’s finish this first.”

He sighs as he pulls away, but it’s worth it not to have missed the impatient smirk on her face.

“I got it,” he tells her, resting the sheet of paper on his knee as he adds one word to the empty box. Partners.

[bunnyywritings]

unexpected

tenya iida x fem!reader

[a/n: he’s so cute hehehe 🥺 here’s my first Iida fic, it’s your basic summer trope but...I simp for this man on the daily, I was a little sad to see that there aren’t many Tenya fics out there so I took it into my own hands, this is slightly self-indulgent but other than that, he deserves some love so uh yeah, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Class 1-A just couldn’t take the heat anymore so they begged and begged and begged until Aizawa finally gave in and planned a class trip to the beach.

Today, the girls decided to head to the mall and buy some new swimsuits since wearing the very non-flattering school issued swimsuits would be absolutely terrible. You had gone along since you didn’t really have a swimsuit, you had one from back in middle school but it hadn’t fit you anymore. So far, they had all been able to find one they liked except you. You had been to countless stores but hadn’t really found one that caught your eye but the girls insisted on going to one more store so you could look around. As you looked around, you had started to doubt that you’d actually find one. That doubt was realized when all the ones you had tried on were the wrong size.

Once back in the dorms, Momo had offered to make you one. An offer that you gratefully accepted. You had searched online and showed her what type of bathing suit would be ideal. After thanking her 100 times or so, you had gone down to the kitchen.

“Oh (y/n), You’re back. How was the mall?” I don’t think Todoroki realized how loaded that question actually was. He and Midoriya seemed to have been just chatting, eating snacks. Iida had been making some tea.

“Uhh well it was great, the girls were able to find some bathing suits.” You sat down across from your two friends.

“Is someone wrong? It doesn’t sound like you had a good time?” The freckled boy asked carefully

“I had a good time. It was nice to hang out with the girls but I’m just a little tired.” He nodded understandingly, Shoto had grabbed the packet of pocky and held it out to you in a silent offering. You giggled and accepted the offering, he nodded in approval when you took two of the strawberry flavored biscuits. You had joined their conversation about which pro hero had the best costume, a cup of tea was placed in front of you. Looking up, Iida offered you a small smile before sitting besides you and contributing to the discussion about All Might’s costume. You blew at the surface of the drink before taking a sip. It was black tea sweetened with just the right amount of honey and a bit of milk. You blushed at the fact that he remembered how you liked your tea. Too distracted in your thoughts, you nearly jumped out of your seat when Midoriya called you out.

“You agree with me (y/n), right?” Your eyes widened before you cleared your throat. Iida’s heart started to pound when he could see the mischief in your eyes.

“Well why are we even bothering to discuss All Might’s costume when Endeavor’s is clearly the best. Todoroki. Thoughts?” He had been friends with you long enough to know that you were just pulling his leg.

“Well, as much as I see your point. Why don’t we talk about how Kamui Woods has the worst costume.” Your jaw dropped.

“Okay now wait a second.” He knew that he was your favorite pro. “That’s a little much when someone like...”

Iida gave his 2 cents here and there but he enjoyed seeing you giggle and smile while joking with the other two. He couldn’t really explain why but his heart would pound harder any time you asked for his opinion or the butterflies in his stomach would go wild when you smiled.

Finally, the beach day came. Everyone had woken up bright and early to make sure everything was ready and loading everything onto the bus when it had arrived.

“IF YOU AREN’T IN THE BUS BY 9AM, WE WILL LEAVE YOU HERE! OH YEAH!” Aizawa cringed from beside Present Mic as he made that announcement. That meant that there was half an hour before you guys would leave. You nodded, amazed at the fact that you could hear your teacher while he was still outside. You finished packing your bag before getting changed into your swimsuit, standing in front of your mirror and scrutinizing your reflection. It was nothing to do with the swimsuit itself, Momo had done an amazing job. You were just...insecure. It was a one-piece with an opening at the stomach. It looked cute when you had seen it on the model online but on you, it seemed wrong. It made your thighs look like they were bulging out of the material and the pudgyness of your stomach seemed to be accentuated. Sighing, you pulled on your shorts and tank top before making your way out to the bus. Aizawa crossed your name off the list before you boarded and took a seat beside Ochako. Midoriya and Iida in the seats behind the two of you and Shoto and Tokoyami in the row in front.

Thankfully, the ride to the beach was only about an hour and a half long. Everyone unloaded the bus, as instructed by Iida. The beach was relatively empty so it gave you guys the abilities to claim a huge spot for the entire class. 1/3 of the class had instantly stripped down to their swimsuits and ran to the water. While the rest had set up the tent, some chairs, the volleyball net, or their personal umbrellas. You had offered to share yours with Tokoyami since it was big enough and he didnt seem too keen for on being in the sun too much. Even then, he had still peeled off his shirt and was sat on his towel in nothing but swim trunks as Dark Shadow had made an appearance and started to play with the sand.

You had sat down criss cross on your towel, book in hand. You had put it down from time to time to watch your classmates laughing and having fun. Midoriya had approached the two of you and asked if you guys had wanted to join their volleyball game. You had accepted the invitation but Tokoyami had politely declined. You were on a team whith Shoji, Shoto, Denki, and Shinso. Ochako, Midoriya, Iida, and Sero were on the other team. Mina, Tsuyu, Aoyama, and Momo were watching on the sidelines, cheering for both teams of course.

Halfway through the game and you all took a hydration break but you were starting to feel the heat. Quirks were allowed so with that and the fact that your quirk had to do with fire meant that your body ran warm.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” Shoji asked as he handed you a bottle of water. His question caught the attention of the others as they noticed that your cheeks were a bit more flushed than normal.

“Yeah, why don’t you change into your swimsuit?” Ochako asked, head tilted to the side.

“I-I have it on but well...” you sighed, deciding to be honest. “I’m just a little s-self conscious.” You looked away, slightly embarrassed as the words left your lips.

“Aww (y/n), no!! You’re super cute! Come one, I bet you look great!” Mina grinned encouragingly. “Plus, the girls have seen you pretty much naked before so there’s no need to be shy.”

“Mina!” There were calls of embarrassment from both the boys and the girls.

“You do have a point...” you mumbled to yourself. You walked off to the side and started to unbutton your shorts. All the boys had looked away to give you your privacy. (because they drink their respect women juice every morning)

“O-okay. D-done.” You nervously announced as you handed your clothes to Mina.

“See! I was right!”

“W-whoah! (Y/n), no disrespect but you look hot!” Denki smirked, nodding appreciatively. As the others had started to compliment you, no matter how hard Iida tried to restrain himself, he couldn’t stop his eyes running over your body. More specifically, your thighs. The way they slightly strained against the material of your bottoms made him blush. He couldn’t help but glance at them once the game had started. The way they flexed when you had gone to bump the ball or the slight jiggle they had when you ran for the ball. Don’t get me wrong, Iida likes you for you. Your personality, your kindness, and your intellect were very attractive to him but your body was a definite plus.

Your team had won the game and while Mina, Momo, and Tsu were congratulating you, Mina caught a glance at Iida. He had looked at you, eyes softened, and a blush on his cheeks before looking away.

“Ooh it looks like you’ve caught the eye of mister class rep.” She teased.

“W-what? Mina stop m-messing around like that.” You stuttered, her previous statement was making your heart want to burst.

“It’s true though! Don’t you have a thing for him too?”

“Well yeah but-“ you were cut off by her calling him over.

“Hey Iida! What do you think of (y/n)’s swimsuit? It’s nice right?” Oh how you wished the earth would split open and swallow you whole.

“Y-yes, I do. It’s very flattering (y/n).” His answer made your heart do somersaults. “May I o-offer some advice?”

“Oh uh yeah, sure.” You were a bit confused but wanted to see what we had to say.

“As a young hero, you work hard every day to get stronger and make sure you can be the best hero possible. You should be proud of your body because it’s the fruit of that hard work and well...because you look r-really beautiful. Regardless of what other people may say.” His sudden confession made your eyes widen but before you could respond, he had run off while shouting at Bakugo about the dangers of grilling without proper supervision.

Throughout the day, the girls teased you about your crush on the class rep. Currently, you were drying yourself off after having been in the ocean for a bit. You had wanted to confess to Iida. You had been slowly gathering the courage to do so, the other also helping hype you up.

“Hey uhm Iida. Would you maybe want to get a smoothie with me? From that place up the cove?” You were fiddling with your fingers.

“I would be glad to accompany you (y/n).”

So the two of you had gone off to get some smoothies. Chatting about trivial things as you waited. He had opted for an orange and carrot smoothie while you went for the simple mango smoothie.

“So uhm, before we go back. I h-have something to tell you...” he motioned for you to continue as he sipped at his smoothie. “Right. Well I just-well I...” you sighed, taking a calming deep breath before continuing. “I like you Iida, like uhm r-romantically. I have for a while now and I just thought I’d let you know.” He was silent, still sipping at his drink while processing your words.

“Well that’s a relief. I’ve been figuring it out over the passed couple of days but I have romantic feelings for you as well, (y/n). And seeing as the both of us seem to do relatively well in our normal studies and our hero studies, I could see that balancing a relationship with schoolwork should be relatively doable.” His words stunned you.

“Wait so does that mean-“ You really we’re at a loss for words.

“Yes. It means that I would like to pursue a relationship with you. As boyfriend and girlfriend.” The turn of events made you very giddy with happiness.

“C-could I hold your hand, Iida?” You asked nervously as the two of you walked back. He chuckled and nodded, taking your hand in his.

“I can do you one better.” He had leaned down, noses inches away. “If you’ll allow me to?” You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning forward to close the distance. Lips moving together, it was inexperienced but sweet and soft nonetheless. Both of you a blushing mess as you pulled away. The rest of the class cheering from a distance as they watched the exchange.

Later on that night, during the bonfire, the both of you sat next to each other. Having already changed into some sweats to protect yourself from the cold, he had let you wear his navy blue hoodie since you were still shivering. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around your waist, relaxing when you had moved closer and snuggled up to him. He watched with a soft gaze as you joked around with Shoto and the others and partaking in eating some s’mores. The way your cheeks puffed up as you gave him a tight lipped smile, mouth full of the concoction of gooey marshmallows and chopped made his chest feel fuzzy and warm.

Even as he held you close, as you nuzzled into his chest because the ghost story Tokoyami was telling was a little too scary for you, he still couldn’t believe that you had reciprocated his feelings. The girl that he had his heart set on since the second week of school was now his girlfriend. It was times like these that made him expect the unexpected.

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