#please don't look at me re the hug I'm not ready to talk about it yet it's like a fog

[thecuriousbeauty]

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So Harry and yn are in a relationship but his family doesn't approve their relationship cause they thought yn is all uptight bitch as media has portrait her and it will be angsty like his family will fight with yn but in the all fluff and smut between harry and yn?? If only you want to write thank youu.💗

Harry Styles Oneshot- His Family Doesn't Like You

Word limit: 3,030

Author's note: Thanks for the request! I hope you like it:) Requests are open, guys. Feed back appreciated and please re blog if you like my writing!

Warnings: Smut, sweet sex, fluff, angst.

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You looked at yourself again and again in the mirror, making sure you looked perfect. You wanted to look flawless tonight. You were meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time. Harry always talks about them. He tells you about how kind his mom is, how she raised Harry and his sister Gemma all by herself. Harry's very close to his mother and he loves her a lot. He loves his sister too, he always calls her after a show, or if something exciting happens in his life. You were going to meet the two women who shaped Harry to who he is now. 

"You ready to go, baby?", Harry asks, coming into your bedroom, and you turn around to look at him. Harry looked handsome as always, in his patterned shirt and black pants, his hair neatly kept, a few strands falling over his face. His face breaks into a beautiful smile as he takes you in. "You look so pretty!"

"Yeah? Are you sure? Should I change into a dress or something?", you ask him, nervously running your hands down your skirt. Harry comes to you, placing his hands on your hips and tugging you closer to him. "I'm sure. Are you okay? We don't have to meet them today if you don't want to, no rush." Harry kisses your temple, and you sigh. You two were already in a six month relationship, and Harry had met your parents who absolutely loved him, but you hadn't met Harry's family yet. You both were busy. You work in the industry as well, and whatever free time you both get, you spend it with each other.

"No, I want to meet them. I'm just nervous.", you tell him. Harry strokes your hair away from your forehead, his gentle green eyes reassuring you. "Darling, they're really good people. You don't have to be nervous about anything. I love you, and they'll love you too."

"Okay.", you whisper, nodding slowly as he lifts your chin up for a kiss. "Yeah?", he checks, and you nod some more, pressing a kiss to his lips. He cups your cheek, and his lips envelop yours in a sweet kiss. His kisses could heal everything. You felt a a tiny boost of confidence, and you finished getting ready, then got in the car. Harry drove and kept his free hand on your thigh, talking to you about his sister and his mom. 

You got to the house, and Harry grabs your hand, sensing your nerves again as you stand outside the door, waiting. "I'll be right by your side, baby. Don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, sorry, I just really want them to like me.", you whisper, and he smiles, kissing your cheek. "How can anyone not like you y/n? You're an amazing person."

Just then, Harry's mom gets the door, and you smile at her. Anne was beautiful. Her brown hair laid over her shoulder in waves, bright eyes and a big smile took over her face as she sees her son.

"Oh come here my handsome boy.", she coos, opening her arms and Harry walks into them, embracing his mother tightly. "Hey mum." They kiss cheeks, and Anne starts telling him about the neighbour's cat, but Harry interrupts. 

"Mum, this is y/n. Babe, my mom.", Harry introduces with a smile, and Anne looks at you for the first time, giving you a small smile. "Hello, y/n."

"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Twist." You wanted to go for a hug, but she put out her hand before that, so you just shook it. 

"Call me Anne, please. Come on in!"

She holds the door open for you guys. "Gemma! Harry's here."

Harry takes your coat to hang it behind the door along with his. "She just came in a few minutes ago.", Anne says as she walks to the kitchen. 

"It smells so good in here, mum.", Harry says, and it did. The lovely smell of hot stew and something buttery in the oven was wafting through the air. 

"All your favorites, of course.", Anne answers and Harry grins. 

"Can I help with anything, Anne?", you ask, and she shakes her head. "I've got it handled, thank you."

Another woman comes down the stairs. She was beautiful too, you saw the similarities between her and Harry. "Harry!", she smiles and rushes into his arms. "Hey Gem!", Harry squeezes her tight, kissing her cheek. "Long time no see!"

"You're the one who's always busy!", she says back, and he laughs. "Say hi to y/n!"

She turns to look at you, and you smile. "Hi Gemma."

"y/n.", she nods, her smile erasing a bit, and your heart drops. She doesn't seem to like you, you think. Harry saw that, and he comes back to your side. 

"What do you do, y/n?", Gemma asks you, even though she knew from Harry.

"Uh, I work in the industry. I'm a music producer.", you say. 

"You work for Harry then?", Anne asks you from the kitchen.

"I have worked with Harry, yes, but I work with a lot of people in the industry. Not confined to anyone.", you say, and she hums. That's how you met Harry. You worked on a song together. 

"She's a brilliant producer, anyone who gets to work with her is lucky.", Harry pipes up, kissing your cheek and you smile, squeezing his hand. "Thanks babe."

They ask you more about your work, and people you've worked with. Then Harry whisks you away to show you around the house, and you can't help but wonder whether they like you. They seemed pretty sweet when talking to Harry, but all you got were cold responses. 

"They're nosy, love, I'm sorry.", Harry says apologetically and you shake your head. "No it's okay, I like talking about work."

"I did tell them everything they need to know, I don't know why they're still asking you.", he frowns. "Why don't you take a look around while I have a chat with them?"

You nod. After you looked at Harry's childhood photos and smiled to yourself, took some photos on your phone to look at them again later on, you went back to them. On the way you stopped in your tracks, when you heard them talk about you.

"Mum, she's not like others!", Harry was saying.

"You don't know that yet, Harry. Everything starts out like this and ends up with you heart broken."

"Besides, it's just been six months, are you really that serious about her?", Gemma asks him, and you feel your heart tighten in your chest. 

"We did our research on her, and you have to see what the media has to say. She's so stuck up, and rude!", Anne said.

"And she might be secretly messing with your music, she could use them for her ideas.", Gemma says, and you resist the urge to scoff out loud. That would be the last thing you would do to Harry. 

"You mean she's with me to steal my music?! Mom, Gem, she's so talented, she doesn't need to steal anything! She wouldn't do that, either. She's such a good person. I don't care what the media portrays her as, she's not rude. She's quiet, but not with me. She trusts me, and loves me, she's her real self with me. She's funny, and beautiful and a lovely person.", Harry said, and you felt your eyes tear up. 

"You're blind, Harry. I hope you remember all the drama and rumors you caused with your previous relationships.", Gemma says. 

"I don't see a difference, she's just like everyone else you've dated before. I don't like her, Harry, I'm sorry.", Anne said. 

"You didn't even talk to her! You asked her about work! How can you decide that you don't like her?"

"Because this isn't the first time you've brought a girl like her to meet us!", Gemma said, and that was it, you had heard enough. You walked out, making everyone freeze and look at you.

"Babe-", Harry starts, knowing you heard it all by taking a look at your face.

"-I-I got a call, something came up. I-I have to go, Harry. I'll get a cab.", you say to him, your voice shaky as you go to the door. 

"No, no baby, they didn't mean it like that-" Harry grabs your arm. 

"-I have to go.", you whisper, looking Harry in the eyes and taking your arm away from his grip. "Okay. I'll come with you, you're not taking a cab."

Before you could stop him, he turned back to his mom and sister. "I don't know why you both behaved like that towards someone I love and respect, but that was awful. You taught us to respect and treat people well, that's not what you did to y/n today, mum. I feel so bad for bringing her here, she didn't deserve to hear all that shit. You can't just assume she's like everyone else. And she's not, I know her. I love her. She has been with me through tough times, my loses and my wins. I feel sorry for you both that you failed to see her. I don't want to hear anymore of this from either of you, don't talk to me until you apologize to y/n."

"Harry no-", you start, you didn't want to break up the family.

Harry took your hand, and your coats. "Let's go, love."

"Harry-", Gemma calls behind you, but he doesn't look back. He opens the door for you, and you get inside the car. Harry started driving, silently. He was fuming too. He couldn't believe they would talk like that about her, in front of her.

Now you're the reason for messing up their family. Then all the shit the media says about you. Everything hit you together, and you couldn't stop the tears. 

"y/n.", Harry whispers, moving his free hand to your knee. "Darling."

"I-I'm so sorry.", you croak, covering your face with your hands. "Y-You shouldn't have walked out and said all that."

"I shouldn't have stood up for you?", he asks, pulling over to the side. "What kind of a boyfriend would I be then?"

You sob into your hands, and Harry gets his seat belt off, reaching over to remove yours, and he scoops you into his lap without effort. "Hey, hey..sweetheart, look at me.", he speaks softly, all his anger melting away watching you cry. He hated watching you cry. Knowing that his family was the reason for your tears made him feel so guilty. He wanted you to meet them.

"I-I don't want to get in the way of your family. M-Maybe we should break up.", you tell him, and he pulls your hands away from your face so he can look at you. He looked hurt. "B-Break up? No, I love you!"

"I love you too, Harry, but I can't do this. T-They obviously hate me and they're all you have as family, I don't want another label. Family wrecker? I-I can't, Harry..", you cry, and he cups the back of your head, pushing your head into his chest. He rub his hand up and down your back, comforting you. 

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, please don't cry..", Harry coos, pressing kisses to your head. "This isn't gonna break my family apart, babe. I was angry, and they are naive, they read what the media says. But I know the real you! You're such a beautiful person, in and out. And anyone who knows you will say the same about you. The media says I'm a womanizer, I like older women, I have sex with everyone I see and what not! They just like to make people feel bad. I'll make mom and Gem understand. And if they don't get it, it's fine. I love you, right?"

You pull your head back, and look at him. He smiled softly, stroking his thumb on your cheek. "I love you so much. I can't live without you, y/n. I need you in my life. I will fix this, I promise. Please don't give up on us, baby, I can't go on without you."

You couldn't either, that was the truth. You put your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. "I love you too, Haz."

"I'm sorry.", he repeats, kissing your neck. 

"It's not your fault.", you tell him, closing your eyes. Harry held you for as long as you needed. You gave him a kiss and got off his lap once you were alright. 

"I'll show you just how perfect you are after we get home.", he promises, before he starts driving again. 

You wondered what he meant. When you got to your place, he took you up into his arms as he kissed you. This time, with more passion. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he took you to your bedroom, and laid you down on the bed, all while trailing kisses down your jawline and your neck, his teeth leaving love bites as a reminder. 

"Harry..", you moan as he his hand palms your breast over your bra, slipping his hand under your top. 

"I'm gonna make you feel good, baby.", he whispers, gently tugging on your top and you raise your arms for him to slip it off of you. Your bra follows, and he kisses your breasts, lips sucking your nipples, and his teeth gently nibbling on it. You get his shirt off, running your hands over his chest and his abdomen, eyes raking over his tattoos. You've seen it a lot of times, but you're always so astonished at how beautiful everything is. He is so beautiful. 

"I need you inside.", you whisper, moaning as his fingers feel around your wet folds. "Please Harry.."

"Whatever you want, baby." He slips your skirt down your hips, and your panties, before spreading your legs. "So pretty for me.", he praises, looking at your pussy. He brings his fingers to his mouth, getting some saliva on his fingers before rubbing it over your folds. "Everything about you is gorgeous, y/n."

You were tingling, aching for him. You needed to feel full. Harry slips his boxers off, and doesn't waste anymore time. He pushes into you, keeping one hand on your shoulder and the other hand holding his dick. You moan at the feeling as he pushes inside, completely, and he pauses, waiting for you to adjust. 

"You can m-move..please..", you whisper, closing your eyes and he moves in and out of you slowly, but deeply. They were hitting just the right spots, making you grab onto his shoulder, and whimper. "Open your eyes, let me see those pretty eyes y/n.", Harry grabs your jaw and you open your eyes, meeting his green ones. 

"You are perfect, you're my best girl.", he whispers before attaching his lips to yours, groaning as it felt so good. His tongue explored your mouth as you kissed, all your worries melting away as he made love to you. He kept kissing you and whispering praises until you both got close to your releases. 

"Oh fuck, baby I won't last longer..come on, cum for me..", he groans, and you moan his name out loud as your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. Harry also cums, and he continues his momentum, carrying you both through your orgasms before he lays on top of you, still inside. 

"I love you.", you whisper, running your hand through his curls. 

"I love you more.", he whispers back, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Don't ever doubt yourself due to what someone else might say."

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"Love?", you hear Harry call as you go through some emails, and you hum. "Yeah?"

Harry comes to you, and holds out his phone. "It's mom, she wants to speak to you."

"What?", you whisper shout, and he was smiling, nodding as he pushes his phone to you. "Just hear her out for me, please?"

You nod, taking his phone from him and pressing it to your ear. "Hello?"

"y/n? It's Anne, love. I would like to apologize for what happened last night.", Anne says. "Gemma showed me the magazines and what the media says, and I believed them. I just want the best for Harry. I've seen his girlfriends cheat on him, drain his pockets, use him and then just walk out. I'm just protective. And I guess that clouded my brain. I shouldn't have made a judgement like that, without even getting to know you. I'm so sorry, y/n."

"It's okay, Anne.", you immediately say, and Harry smiles. 

"Harry talks about you all the time. You mean a lot to him. And I'm happy with anyone who makes my son happy. Would you want to maybe get lunch tomorrow? Gemma's sorry too, and we both would like to get to know you a bit, yeah?"

"Of course, I'd love that.", you smiled. "I understand your worries Anne, but I'm not like them. I love Harry for the person he is, not for anything else. He's an incredible person, and it's you behind who he is now."

After you finish talking, Harry hugs you tight. "Thanks for giving them another chance."

"They're your family, and I care about you, a lot. So yes.", you say, and squeal as he attacks you in kisses, making you fall back on the couch. "Babe! That tickles!!"

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Sentimental | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by @midnightswithdearkatytspb

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Summary: It's (Y/N) Shelby's wedding day, and her father has to make sure she has one last thing before he walks her down the aisle. She's never seen him be so sentimental about something before.

Warnings: just a bunch of pre-wedding fluff, mention of a death of a minor character

Word Count: 2227

A/N: it’s been a bit since I’ve written a daughter!reader story….I hope this one makes sense, and I’m sorry if I got a little too sappy on it haha. Enjoy! :)

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"Right, love...you're all finished," Polly said to her grand niece as she finished doing up the final button on the younger woman's wedding dress.

"Thanks, aunt Pol," (Y/N) smiled, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before she turned to face the older woman. "Can you believe the day is finally here?" she asked, a giddy smile present on her face.

Though she was an aunt by blood, Polly Gray was more so like a mother in the eyes of (Y/N) Shelby. The woman who held the title of mother in (Y/N)'s life passed away shortly after childbirth due to the complications and conditions she found herself in. The Shelby's took little (Y/N) in, raising her in their tight knit family. Polly stepped up the most to help, feeling thankful for this opportunity after her son and daughter had been taken away months earlier.

Tommy, (Y/N)'s father, was thankful for his aunt taking it upon herself to fill the void that his daughter had, a void that he knew she would feel for the rest of her life. He wouldn't have been able to come out and ask for the help, and so he was grateful that Polly knew he needed it. Hell, he was young himself - only being a few days shy of twenty when his daughter entered the world. But now this child needed him, and he was going to do everything that he could to give her the world.

Even though her father married, and then re-married, (Y/N) stayed close with Polly, thankful that she had her as a constant in her otherwise rapidly changing life. She couldn't imagine any other person helping her get ready for her wedding.

"I can," Polly answered, looking at the young woman before she pulled her into her body for a hug. "You've grown into such a beautiful, young woman, and I already know you'll make the best bride," she whispered into (Y/N)'s ear, her words making (Y/N) hug onto her even tighter.

"You're already the most beautiful bride," another voice that came from the dressing room's door made the two women seperate.

"Aunt Ada!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes lighting up once they fell on the woman in the doorway, "come in quickly, before James sees me!" she waved her aunt in, worried that her soon-to-be husband would be lurking in the hallways.

"Don't worry about that," Ada brushed her off, entering the room and closing the door as she spoke, "I'm pretty sure the cheering that I heard from his dressing room means that he won't be leaving it any time soon...until it's time to walk down the aisle, that is," she added, a grin forming on her face. (Y/N) shook her head, rolling her eyes at her aunt's words. "I have something for you," Ada announced then, lifting up the small box she was holding, "two things, actually,"

"What are they?" (Y/N) asked, eagerness present in her voice as she watched Ada open up the box she'd brought.

"The first is the veil that I promised you..." Ada started off, working on taking the piece of fabric out of the box while she was talking, "I know you mentioned you wanted the floral accents on it as well, so I tried hard to add as many as I could while I was making it," she explained as she handed it over to (Y/N), letting the younger woman unfold it so that she could take all of it in.

"It's absolutely beautiful, aunt Ada! Thank you so much!" she gasped once she was able to look at it in its entirety. (Y/N) knew that she needed to have her aunt make her veil for her from the moment she found out about her crafty side. Seeing it now, she was sure that she'd never put her eyes on a veil as beautiful as this one.

"Shall we put it on?" Polly suggested, making (Y/N) turn to look at her. All that the younger woman was able to respond with was a giddy nod, but it was enough for the older two women to begin working on making sure that it was properly pinned to her head. "It’ll be draped over your face once you're ready to walk down the aisle," Polly added once they'd finished making sure that it was sitting correctly.

"It's beautiful," (Y/N) swooned, turning around to look at herself in the mirror again, admiring the full wedding look.

"I have something else too," Ada spoke again, drawing attention to her as she went about opening the bag that she had with her.

"Ada you didn't have to..." (Y/N) trailed off, overwhelmed by the amount of love she was being shown.

"I brought you the 'something new', so I decided that I'd also bring you the 'something old' too," she started off, producing a pair of older-looking, nude colored heels from her bag, "do you remember these?" she asked the younger woman then, an excited look forming on her face as she waited intently for a response.

(Y/N) just about gasped when she saw the shoes. "No...those can't be..." she trailed off, at a loss for words at the moment.

"They are," Ada confirmed, her grin growing, "the exact shoes that you literally begged me to wear when you were younger."

"I can't believe you still have them!" (Y/N) was still in disbelief.

"I nearly spent a day rooting for them in my closet," Ada remarked with a laugh as the women moved over to the couches so that (Y/N) could try them on. "I knew I had to find them though," she added, waiting anxiously to see her niece try them on.

"Do you think they'll fit?" (Y/N) questioned, slightly hesitant to slip her feet into them.

"Guess there's only one way to find out," Ada answered, nodding at the shoes then.

She was right. (Y/N) looked between the two women before she slipped her feet into the shoes, holding her breath while she did it. She only let it out when she found that they fit practically perfectly on her feet.

"How are they?" Polly questioned.

"Perfect," (Y/N) responded, a wide smile present on her face as she looked at the other women again. "I can't believe you're letting me use these, aunt Ada," she then turned to the brown haired woman sitting next to her.

"I couldn't think of anyone better to have them," Ada smiled back, wrapping her arms around (Y/N) in a tight hug. "Don't mess up the make up!" she exclaimed once they pulled away, quickly reaching for some tissue so that she could dry (Y/N)'s eyes.

"This seems to be the perfect time to give you this as well..." Polly began, coming over to where (Y/N) was standing with something in her hands.

"Oh no not you now too, Pol!" (Y/N) blubbered, completely overwhelmed with emotion at the moment.

Polly didn't listen to her and instead opened her hand to reveal a bracelet that had blue gemstones encased between the gold band.

"Something blue?" (Y/N) questioned, looking from the bracelet back to her great aunt, her eyes already watering again. Polly only nodded, a smile present on her face as she came closer to (Y/N). The younger woman knew what to do, holding out her wrist so that her aunt could clasp the bracelet onto it. "It's absolutely beautiful, Polly," she whispered, too overcome by emotion to fully trust her voice at the moment. "Thank you, both, so, so much," she added, looking at both Polly and Ada, who each sent smiles back.

"Now you're ready to be married," Ada commented, glancing over at the clock then, "and it's just about time for the ceremony to start."

"It is time," another voice broke into the conversation, making the three women look over at the doorway.

"How long have you been here, Thomas?" Polly questioned, eyeing her nephew as she wondered when he managed to slip into the room without them noticing.

"Long enough," he gave one of his usual, ambiguous answers, but this time there was no hint of the impatience that he usually spoke it with. No, today Tommy Shelby was standing in the doorway smiling.

"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" Polly turned to (Y/N) to check.

"I am," (Y/N) gave an assured nod, a smile present on her face as she looked back at her father.

"Pol, you and I should head out and make sure our seats are still open," Ada stated, placing her hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before she grabbed her bag and made her way to the door.

"It's going to be wonderful," Polly whispered to (Y/N), pulling her in for one last hug before she went and joined her niece at the door. She whispered something to Tommy, something that (Y/N) couldn't hear, before she and Ada exited the dressing room.

"Ready?" Tommy asked (Y/N) once they were alone.

"Ready as I'll ever be," (Y/N) answered, letting out a breath then as the excited jitters started to build up in her stomach. A smile returned to her features as she walked over to her father. "Let's go," she said, nodding her head as she spoke.

"I have one last thing to give to you," Tommy stated, making her stop in her tracks.

"What's that, dad?" she asked, her brows furrowing together.

"I've been wearing this since the day that she left..." he started off, undoing the top button of his dress shirt so that he'd have an easier time taking off the gold necklace he was wearing. When he did get it off, (Y/N) saw that there was a locket on it as well. "This was my mum's. The flower on the front represents strength. The pictures on the inside are worn out, but the flower's still present, so I wear it for strength," he shared some details behind the necklace he wore everyday, holding it out for her to see it better. "I want you to wear it today," he finished his statement with a suggestion, one that (Y/N) was quickly nodding in agreement too. She'd never seen him be so sentimental about something before, and so she was honored to be able to borrow and wear it for the day.

Tommy smiled at her answer before he moved over and clasped the necklace around her neck. "It's pretty, dad," she commented as she got an even better look at the intricately designed locket.

"Your grandmum had good taste," he answered her, his words making her look up to see that he was trying hard to keep the tears back.

"If you start crying, I'll start crying," she told him, her words making him chuckle.

"I won't," he promised her.

A smile formed on (Y/N)'s face and she glanced down at the locket one last time before closing the gap and hugging her father tightly. "Thank you, dad," she whispered, trying her best to hold her tears back as he held onto her equally as tight.

"It's time," one of the ushers entered the room to announce.

"Ready?" Tommy asked his daughter as they pulled away from each other.

"So ready," she answered with a wide smile. "You ready?" she turned the question back onto him.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he answered with a smile of his own, one that (Y/N) wished she could take a picture of and keep forever. She'd never seen her father smile so much.

"Let's go then," (Y/N) nodded, walking to the door with her father by her side.

They were led to where the doors that opened to the main room of the church were. As they got closer, (Y/N) could hear the music that was being played as everyone prepared for her entrance. The butterflies started fluttering like crazy as she and Tommy stopped at the closed doors. In just moments, she'd be brought down the aisle to the man who would be her husband.

Tommy couldn't help but look at his daughter as they waited for the signal to go. He still couldn't believe that today was her wedding day, and that in just a few moments he'd be walking her down the aisle. James was a good man (he'd made sure of that) a man who had promised to take care of (Y/N) until his last day. As much as he didn't want to let her go, he knew he had to. She'd grown up right in front of him and become a young woman, who he was so immensely proud of.

"Ready, dad?" his daughter's question pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he used the same answer that he'd given her in the dressing room, his response making her giggle.

"Don't let me fall," she whispered to him then, taking his outstretched arm, wrapping hers around it.

"Never," he promised her, sending her a wink and a small smile before the doors opened and they took their first step down the aisle.

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If You Cared (Part 1) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.1k Poetry style | Story style A/n: Hello! This story came to me as soon as I saw this request. I got so many ideas and I'm actually super excited to keep writing this. There will be more parts to follow, so keep a look out. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

You always longed for the familiarity of summer.

It was by far your favorite season. Something about the warmth, the life, the atmosphere, the memories-something about it all brought you comfort. You were head over heels in love with summer. Or perhaps it was just more exciting this year knowing that you would go on a real vacation for the first time in a long while. ��Let’s visit the beach house this year,” your mom had suggested. “Sure there is probably some dust in the corners, but it’s nothing we can't sweep off.”

When thinking of summer memories, the beach house in Elba, Italy, was the primary setting for all of them. From the time you were born until the time you moved out, your family would spend a handful of weeks there, drinking up the sun and inviting friends to visit. You learnt to swim in the pool behind the summer house. You learnt to cook in the kitchen of the summer house. You had your first kiss in the living room of the summer house. Right, that. Something you preferred not to think or talk about.

“Mom!” you wrapped her in a hug the second you could. After moving away from home to pursue work, you rarely saw her in person. You rarely had time to cook yourself dinner let alone come home. It would be nice to get away for a month-just you, your mom, your dad, your brother and sister and the Italian shores of Elba.

“How was your flight, my baby?” She asked, pulling your backpack from off your shoulders.

“Which one? The one from New York to Florence or the one from Florence to Elba?” As a child you always made a fuss about how secluded Elba was. It’s a small, mountainous island off the west coast. A small airport, no larger than the biggest grocery store in town, was all they had to offer. They didn’t take commercial flights from New York. Nope, you had to get on a small, ten person airplane with five other people and fly over that way. It was nostalgic, truly.

Your mom rolled her eyes. “Still dramatic as ever.”

You shrugged, a smile stamped on your face. “What can I say?”

“Let's go, your dad is at home making dinner. It should be ready when we arrive.”

Your heart felt so full, so satisfied. You felt like a child again, like a little girl viewing the world from innocent eyes. Your mom was carrying your backpack, your dad was making dinner. You wondered if they’d offer to tuck you in at night. This is what you needed the most, and you didn’t even realize it until you were in the passenger seat of your mom’s rental car, watching the coast of the island roll by in the dimming sun. New York was busy. It was loud and dirty. Elba was quiet. It was beautiful and clean.

This summer, you told yourself. I’m not going to have a single worry, not a single care in the world.

“The Verstappen’s are coming by next week.”

You almost choked on your food. “What did he just say?” Dinner on the patio was already off to a ravishing start.

You don't notice it-too busy dabbing the corner of your mouth with a napkin-but your mother swatted at your brother who held a smirk on his lips. He knew it would bother you and he also knew that mom hadn’t told you yet. He loved being the bearer of bad news. He loved pestering his older sister.

“You know, Max’s family?” He pushed on. “The boy who left you for cars-”

“Luca.” Your mom cut him off. “Enough.”

Silence hung over the table like it was a light fixture. Your dad and sister said nothing and you knew it was because those two were in favor of the Verstappen’s coming to stay. Hell, your dad was probably the one to extend the invitation. You knew your sister would back him up because she loved Victoria-the younger sibling of the two Verstappen children. Your brother obviously didn’t care. He idolized Max and his racing. It seemed like your mother was the only one on your side.

“Was nobody going to tell me until Max knocked on our front door one day?” You asked, cutting at the food on your plate.

“Max probably won't even be able to make it,” your mother tries to reassure you. “The only ones who have confirmed it are Sophie and Victoria. Ooh-Victoria is bringing the babies so that should be fun-”

“Are you just trying to calm me down, mom?” Again, the silence made itself known. You spoke first, shaking your head with an upside down smile. “You know what? I don’t care. Max or not, I’m here to have a good summer. No childhood crush or-”

“Childhood boyfriend who broke your heart.” Your brother corrected you. You kicked him from under the table, exerting an ouch from him.

“No childhood drama is going to interfere.” You finished.

“She's gone crazy.” Your sister whispered to your dad. You kicked her too.

“I’m going to have a good summer. Nobody will ruin that for me.”

And in the beginning, you did have a good summer. You spent your first full day in Elba catching up on jet lag. When you finally decided to roll out of bed at two pm, you went to the beach with your sister. The two of you had a chance to catch up, sitting on the sand with a small array of fruits to eat while you spoke. The weather was perfect, the ocean was calming, and you were reminded of how much you loved your younger sister.

“What did you do for the big twenty-two?” You asked, referencing her birthday that had preceded about three weeks prior.

She shook her hand, the grapes in her palm shifting. She picked out a bruised one, adding it to a small pile of other undesirable fruits. “Went out with some friends. I had an exam due that day though, so most of it was spent in my room working on that.”

College. Something you tried your hardest to avoid. All was futile, though. After only a few weeks in New York you realized you’d need it. “Sounds fun. Were you mad you had to leave all your friends for the summer?”

“No,” She popped a grape in her mouth. “I was excited to come back to the beach house.”

“Me too.”

“Can I start a conversation without you getting mad at me, y/n?”

You sighed. “If you start by saying that, then no.”

“How are you going to react if Max really does show up on Monday?”

It was your turn to search through the handful of strawberries you had. One strawberry had a large hole. The rest looked fine, you thought. Max. Right, that's where the conversation was. Max Verstappen. Your first crush, your first kiss, your first-boyfriend? Was it ever that? Really, you didn’t know what it was and what it wasn’t. He was Max, and you were y/n. That was all the facts you knew surrounding the two of you.

“I’ll be nice. I have no reason not to be.” You finally responded.

Your sister peeled her sunglasses off her face. She looked at you amusingly through her brow. “No reason? Really?”

A shrug lifted your shoulders. “What? Max and I were never dating.”

“Sixteen-year-old you would say otherwise.”

“Sixteen year old me was delusional.” You looked at the ocean in front of you. You were just a delusional child, right? Max was your first kiss. Max was your biggest crush. Max did break your heart. It’s pretty damn hard to break someone's heart when you’re not together, no? “I don’t care about Max anymore. If he comes, he comes. If he doesn’t? Then so be it. I really don't care, Mia.”

“Alright,” She said dismissively. “I guess we’ll find out.”

The two of you wouldn’t find out for another five days. During your time-waiting for the possible arrival of Max and his mom and sister-you explored the city, you occupied the beaches, you read some books, you went out on the boat with your brother and dad. Life was calm. There were no obligations you had to fill, no tasks at hand, no work to be done. It was you, the Italian sun, the ocean and the breeze. You seriously considered moving there. Mom would let you have the beach house, right? How could she say no to the oldest?

All was good. All was calm.

“Max is here, y/n!” Luca swung open the patio door, yelling at you with a smirk. You were lying on a lounge chair next to your sister-the both of you only wearing swimsuits as you tried to tan. “He’s a fine specimen.”

You picked up your hat from the ground and threw it at your teenage brother. “Fuck off, Luca.”

“I’m serious! Max, Victoria and Sophie are here.”

You looked over at your sister. “Go inspect.” You instructed her.

She groaned, standing up from her chair and wandering inside, not before slapping Luca on the back of the head, however. The two of them shut the door, a waft of cold air swiping across your body before disappearing. There was soft music playing from a speaker near the pool. If a car pulled up, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. Maybe they were here, but was Max seriously with them? Did you want him here? Would it actually be easier without him here or did you want some fun this summer? Did drama entertain you? Maybe you just wanted something nice to look at while you were here.

The back door slid open. You were lying face down, the sun warming your back. You didn’t bother looking up, assuming it was Mia coming to deliver the news to you. It would be better if she didn’t see your face while telling you. Maybe you would be disappointed at the answer-whatever it may be. “Well? Is he here?” You asked, voice muffled by the lounge chair.

“Is this your hat?”

You looked up so quickly that you pulled a muscle in your neck. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself, rubbing your fingers over the pain. Did you curse to yourself because Max was standing right infront of you, your ball cap balancing off his index finger, or because of the pain? Both, you decided. It was for both reasons.

“I’ll leave it,” He set it on the table next to you. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You readjusted yourself, sitting up on the edge of the chair. He definitely got a much better view of you than he was hoping for. You were older now, almost by ten years. Sixteen year old you and twenty five year old you looked a lot different. He figured that out pretty quick.

“Good to see you, y/n.” He smiled before turning on his heel to go back inside. His back was broad, his shoulders looked stiff. He had some stubble, but it suited him. He looked-good? No. Stop thinking like that. He probably had a girlfriend or something. He was a rich, famous, Formula One driver. No way he was single walking around looking like that.

“Right.” Nobody was around to hear you say it. So, nobody was around to hear you follow it up with, “What the fuck.”

Hesitantly, you picked up your ball cap, slipping your ponytail through the back. You walked inside, scanning the room before making any more steps forward. Mia and Victoria were in the living room. Sure enough, Victoria had brought her two children and husband. Mia was emitting plenty of ‘aww’s’ and ‘that is so cute’s’. Max was bringing luggage in through the front door. Great, they're planning on staying. Your brother shot you a smirk from where he sat at the kitchen bar. Told ya’ so.

“Max, how’d you manage time off from F1?” Your mother asked.

“It’s summer break,” He said matter-of-factly. “I don’t race again until late August.”

“So you’ll be here for the three weeks you mother and sister will be?”

Please say no, please say no, please say- “I plan to, yes.”

The sliding door snaps behind you as you let go of it. Everyone turns to look at your bikini clad figure. Victoria exchanges a concerning glance with your sister. Victoria’s husband looks at her, confused as to why there is such a thick tension in the air.

“Y/n, go shower and get dressed, we’re all going to dinner in a bit.” Your mother said, her lips pressing into a thin smile.

“Right.” You said, weaving past all the bodies. “I’ll go do that.”

Oh what a summer this was playing out to be.

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My dear. I had a dream where I was at a bar with friends and a very nondescript male friend was getting majorly territorial but trying to be nonchalant about it when someone was chatting me up super casually and my friends were all like 👀 uhhh!!! Helloooo!!! and...I'll spare you the details but it was giving MAJOR midnight city Steve so I immediately have inserted *that* picture into my brainwaves and now I'm ready to have a good day.

Thank you for your service and for listening.

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This is just a little blurb about midnight city!steve (modern!steve), you don't have to read Midnight City first for it to make sense, but can do so here. It was one of my first fics 💛

Steve fiddles with the cherry stem in his drink, jaw tense as he watches the bar.

"Jesus, who burnt your toast?"

Steve's brows furrow at the honey haired best friend sitting next to him who slurps something pink and sugary out of two lime green straws.

Robin’s blue eyes blink at him. She picks up one of the straws, she twirls it in his face, tone matter of fact. "It's a saying. People say that."

"No," Steve argues, his attention back on the bar, "They don't."

"Damn dude, who shit in your socks?" Eddie pokes at Steve's frown as he slides into the booth next to Robin.

Steve swats at the ring clad finger like a gnat as Robin snorts a laugh around her straws.

"I can't stand either of you."

Your head tilts back in a laugh. His jaw tenses.

Robin and Eddie let out a unison and drawn out, "Ohhhh."

"Aww Stevie's a little jealous. Cute." Eddie chuckles.

"So tall hunky model man shit in your socks and burnt your toast, huh?" Robin offers unhelpfully.

Tall hunky model man leans in and says something and you snort, hiding your face behind your hands as your body shakes with laughter.

The cherry stem snaps in half between Steve's fingers.

What the hell is so fucking funny?

"Steve, seriously," Robin begins, actually serious for once, "She's head over heels for you. You're being such a-"

Steve pushes out of the booth, and Robin speaks to the empty side, as Eddie gags on the brown liquid in his cup.

"Guy." She sighs.

"Fuck, this is disgusting. I hate whiskey. When will I learn." Eddie steals Robin's drink.

Meanwhile, you listen as Brody, a friend from college you've just ran into, tells you all about his daughters and the shenanigans they get into.

"But anyways, enough about my kids, Sarah says I need to re-learn normal conversation topics. What's new with you?"

You smile, patting his arm in assurance, "Please, I loved hearing about them. Nothing much I-"

Fingers scratch across your lower back and you turn, Steve stands next to you with a tense jaw.

"Hi," you smile, "There you are, this is-"

"Steve," his tone sharp, "The boyfriend."

He sticks his hand out politely, his manners not totally gone. Except the shake is a firm grip, dominating, before the hand finds its home on your lower back once more.

"Sorry, I've totally been monopolizing you, I gotta get back to my group too. It was so great seeing..." Brody goes in for the hug but falters when he sees the look on Steve's face, the way his fingers curl around your hip and pull you into his side. Brody does a sort of awkward wave instead and walks away.

"What the hell was that?" You laugh as Steve spins you to face him.

Your hands land on his chest as he swallows. Your eyes trace over the pout on his lips and the tense jaw dotted with stubble. The furrows forming between his brows.

Steve shrugs. "What are you talking about?"

"Steve," you mimic a man's voice, dropping yours to an amusing level, gruff, "The boyfriend."

Steve's lips twitch, but he shakes his head.

"I didn't-"

Your thumb swipes over his pout, fingers curling around his jaw so he'll look at you. Your warm smile melting him a little bit.

"Steve Harrington, were you a little jealous?"

His hands that had been fiddling with your belt loops slide around the curve of your waist, they drop to your ass, slipping into your back pockets and squeeze.

Your lip pulls between your teeth at the territorial grab. Your heart flutters in your chest as he hides his face in your neck, embarrassed and speaking softly against your skin. "I don't like how much he made you laugh."

His lips press a soft kiss to your throat, they linger, brushing over your skin as he speaks. "That's my laugh. My smile. My girl."

Your throat is dry at his words, thighs pressing together at the claim despite his ridiculous and unnecessary worry that you'd ever look at another man the same way as you do him.

Steve's breath is warm on the sensitive skin below your ear, driving a shiver up your spine when he presses a soft kiss there, waiting.

"Yours," you acknowledge as his tongue swipes over the spot, making your fingers curl in his shirt.

You've forgotten where you are, that you're not alone. And both of you freeze as a loud, unison call echoes across the fairly quiet bar.

"Get a room!"

[wordy-little-witch]

In honor of my newest fixation, have some TSAMS incorrect quotes -

Generic Edition

Lunar: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Sun’*

Solar: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

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Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests?

Sun: Death penalty.

Solar, from the gallery: Sun, it’s just a parking ticket.

Sun, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

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Moon: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

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Lunar: *Hugs Earth from behind*

Lunar: *Tucks Earth's hair behind their ear*

Lunar, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

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Lunar: Change is inedible.

Solar: Don’t you mean inevitable?

Lunar, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

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Lunar: Which country has the most birds?

Lunar: Portu-geese!

Earth: That's a language.

Lunar: Portu-gull?

Earth: Good recovery.

Moon: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Sun: TURKEY. HOW DID YOU MISS TURKEY?

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Sun: *accidentally eats something too spicy so their eyes start to water*

Earth: Sun, look at me. It's okay. I would die for you. I love you so much. You're the best person I know.

Sun: I'm not crying?

Earth, hugging Sun's head: Shush baby, it's okay. little sister is here and I love you with my whole heart.

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Sun: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Moon periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’

Sun: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

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Moon: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Earth, they’re perfect.

Earth: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon and several geese.

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Lunar: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

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Solar: apartment "complex"? Really? I find it quite simple.

Sun, about to McLose it: ya know what else is simple? Me simply shoving my foot up your-

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Moon: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand?

Solar: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.

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Earth: people seem to be under the impression that I am the mom friend. I am not. If anything, I am the sister friend. The mom friend is Sun, but people aren't ready for that conversation yet.

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Lunar: What is love?

Solar: An emotional minefield.

Moon: A neurochemical reaction.

Earth: Baby don't hurt me.

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Moon: Look, Sun, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

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Sun: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet.

Lunar: Nat 20 Charisma.

Sun: That is NOT how that works-

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Earth: Sun, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Sun, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

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Earth: So... what’s goin’ on?

Solar: You want the long version or the short version?

Earth, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Solar: Shit’s fucked.

Earth: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Solar: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.

Lunar: My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call.

Earth: It’s called connotations.

Sun: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty."

Moon: Great news! Language is now banned!

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Sun: Everything’s fine, I'm fine.

Earth: Sun, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

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Sun: Solar is the bravest person I know. He can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying.

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Moon: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Sun: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Solar: That wasn't an ambulance, we drove you.

Sun: But I heard a siren.

Lunar: That was Earth.

Earth: Sorry, I got nervous.

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Sun: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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Moon: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

Sun: ... you know what, mood, honestly

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Lunar: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection?

Moon: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

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Moon: How do you want your coffee?

Sun: Black, like my soul.

Moon:

Moon: Sun, your soul is a latte.

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SolarSun Edition

Solar: So the other day I sent Sun out to get us some gas.

Solar: And instead of getting gas, they got us novelty cookie cutters.

Solar: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur.

Solar: …

Solar: I love them so much.

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Earth: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Solar, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Earth: What? So you go tell Sun that he's cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Solar: They could hear me.

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Solar: *yawns*

Sun: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Solar: Then you must be exhuasted.

Moon: this is too sweet, I'm gonna hurl-

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HYPNOSIS III

Sophie was very anxious about some disturbing dreams and thoughts involving Paul, and called him on his cell phone. Paul smiled when he saw that the person calling him was Sophie, his young friend. After a conventional start to the conversation, Sophie revealed the reason for her call.

S: Paul, I need to talk to you. I've been having some strange thoughts, and some of them involve you. I'm confused… P: Sweet Sophie, of course we can talk. I'm asking my driver to pick you up right now and bring you here to my house, where I can welcome you in comfort. S: Thank you, Paul. You can ask him to come by in fifteen minutes, and I'll be ready.

They said goodbye and Sophie, who had just gotten out of the shower, went to the closet and, instinctively, chose a very low-cut red dress and tried it on, with stockings. She looked in the mirror and asked herself, "My God, why did I choose that dress? What is happening to me?"

Despite the conflict, Sophie sticks with that choice. She looked in the mirror and saw herself beautiful, although she thought that dress wasn't very appropriate for going alone to talk to a male friend on his house. But something moved her in that direction and, so, she went to the bathroom mirror, did a quick make-up, and upon hearing the doorbell, she went downstairs to find the driver, dressed in a black suit. She walked towards the huge limousine, and entered through the back door, which was opened by the driver. Then they left in the direction of Paul's mansion.

Arriving there, the driver parked the car in the large courtyard in front of the house's sumptuous entrance. Although she already knew the place, it was inevitable to admire it all. Paul was standing by the front door, elegantly dressed. The driver opened the door and Sophie got out, and the driver walked her to the entrance of the house, where she was greeted by Paul, who opened his arms, welcoming her in a loving hug.

P: Dear Sophie. Good to see you. I'm very happy that you´re. By the way, you look stunning in that red dress. Nothing I could see today could fill my eyes with more sparkle. You are a woman in transformation, and I am very happy about that. S: Thank you, Paul…. That's exactly what I came to talk about. I can't understand some things and I feel like maybe you can help me. I would just like to ask one thing….. don't snap your fingers, please….. I don't really know what it is, but I get headaches and then I can't remember a lot of things. You promise?

Paul is impressed by her understanding of the trigger that sets off her trance. Although she is confused, it is very clear that she has already noticed that something happens every time he snaps his fingers.

P: Yes, I promise, Sophie. You know… it's really impressive that you noticed that some confusion occurs after I do that. You are a strong-minded woman. Honestly, no one ever noticed that…. Anyway, I don't think we'll need that anymore…. Come on, let's go in.

And then Paul holds Sophie's hand and they walk into the sumptuous house, at a slow pace, chatting pleasantly, until they reach the same room he was in last time, in a visit that also evokes some scattered memories. They settle down on a sofa and chat pleasantly, enjoying a white Burgundy, handpicked by Paul for the date.

S: Thank you, Paul, but I'll just have one glass… Paul… I've been having some very confused thoughts… I've been dreaming about my wedding, which I always thought was the happiest day of my life. Sometimes it's Joseph who appears in these memories, and sometimes it's not. Another person appears in these memories….

P: And who is this person, Sophie?

S: It's you, Paul. What are you doing in those memories? I jut can´t understand!!! I dream about the wedding, I remember my dress, the guests, the altar, everything…… but when I look to the side, suddenly it's not Joseph there anymore, but you!! Why??

Paul smiles and holds Sophie's hand.

P: Sophie, first of all, I would like you to know that I am very flattered to have appeared in your dreams and thoughts. I'll try to explain it to you….. You're such an intelligent woman, Sophie. And apparently, you've already noticed that I put you and Joseph in a trance a few times.

S: Yes, Paul. Although I have few memories, I know very well that you mesmerized us.

P: And yet you came here today….

S: Yes, but on the condition that you don't put me in a trance again, at least for us to have this conversation. I'm trusting you….

P: You can trust me, Sophie… Well, let's get to our subject then. You know, Sophie, I'm a lived man. And I received a gift of penetrating people's minds. I don't do this randomly, as I try to use it to do good things only.

S: Like having sex with your friend's wife????

P: Take it easy, Sophie…. I'll explain everything to you…. When I first met you at that party, I looked at you and thought: "My God, what are these people doing together?" I felt like there was a disconnection. I looked at Joseph and saw a bureaucrat, but I looked at you and saw a fascinating woman, but who was trapped in a wrong character.

S: What do you mean, Paul?

P: I admired your beauty and thought you didn't fit in with the rest, with your clothes, your haircut, your makeup and your posture... Your unique beauty also didn't match the topics you and Joseph were talking about. And at that moment, I figured I could help you.

S: Go ahead, Paul.

P: Sophie, from that moment I noticed that something was missing in your life, even though I didn't know you well yet. I felt it, somehow, and actually I wasn't wrong.

S: So you think there was something missing in my life?

P: Of course it was missing, Sophie! And it's still missing! Take a look….. See how you´re dressed today. You came to my house, alone, dressed in that beautiful short, low-cut red dress. You look stunning. Tell me, Sophie…..honestly…..why are you dressed like that?

At that moment, still sitting next to Paul, Sophie looks down and notices how her thighs are exposed, as well as how her cleavage was quite generous.

S: I can't say for sure, Paul…. And that intrigues me. When you said you would send the driver to pick me up, I went into my closet and picked out this dress. I didn't even think about it, but I wanted to wear it.

P: That's not the correct answer, Sophie. Let's try again…. Why did you choose this sexy dress to come here alone and talk to me:

After some hesitation, but already imagining where this conversation would lead, Sophie tried once again.

S: Because I wanted to look pretty, Paul....

Paul then smiled and ran his hand over Sophie's face.

P: Sophie, my young friend, so dear… That's not the correct answer yet… Come on, one more time… Take courage and answer me… Why did you wear this impressive lowcut red dress and stockings to come here alone and talk to me?

So Sophie remained silent for a few moments, facing some memory lapses that bombarded her mind, many of them from the previous visit to Paul's mansion and others from the trip to the mountain cabin. After this silence, Sophie looked at Paul and replied.

S: I dressed like this because I want to be fucked, Paul….

Paul clapped his hands and smiled.

P: Well done, sweet Sophie. This is the correct answer! A woman dresses like this because she wants to be possessed, wants to be fucked, wants to make love…… call it whatever you want. But a beautiful woman who dresses like that wants nothing more than to be fucked, and that's wonderful, Sophie. Even if she won´t get fucked, that´s the reason a woman dresses like that!

S: But Paul, I still don't understand why I needed to come here for this! I'm a married woman, I love my husband…

P: You certainly love him, Sophie. But I can tell you, without any fear of making a mistake or being unfair, that Joseph does not make love to you the way you would like. Tell me, Sophie….. does he suck your pussy?

S: I don't have to answer that, Paul!

P: You see, Sophie!! He doesn't suck you!! If he does, you would have told me so. And, my God, Sophie, few times in my life have I seen a woman squirm so much during an oral sex session, as we had so many times at the weekend at the cabin.

S: Paul, I have some memory lapses from this weekend….. Was I in a trance?

P: Yes, you were. But your mind is strong, so you have these lapses. Believe me, it was difficult to keep her in a trance all that time. Sophie….. Does Joseph make you cum?

After a few moments of silence, Sophie responds:

S: No, Paul……

Sophie brings her hands to her face, covering her eyes, and then to her hair, unable to believe that she is having that conversation with Paul.

P: So, Sophie…. you've been having these thoughts, because at the cabin weekend you came countless times. You´ve been transformed into a sex Goddess, capable of giving pleasure to two men eager for your body.

S: Two men, Paul???

After a few moments, Sophie breaks the silence again and says:

S: Carl…… Yes, I remember that name. But I don't remember his face.

P: You don't remember his face because he's not important to you, Sophie. He was someone who made you cum many times. And, in fact, there were many!! You really had so much fun!!! But there is no connection between you and Carl, so you don't remember him. Even if you meet him somewhere, you will never recognize him. Yes, he would recognize you, as it was an unforgettable weekend for him. You can't imagine what fun that man had with your beautiful body, Sophie.

S: Yes, I imagine…… But Paul…… answer me then…. Why in the memories of my wedding, which was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I often see you at the altar, not Joseph?

Paul smiled again and caressed Sophie's face.

P: That's the easiest question you've asked so far, Sophie. You are capable of answering it, you don't need me to do that.

Then, after a few seconds, Sophie broke the silence again, and said with conviction.

S: Because I wish I had married you….

P: Kind of that, Sophie. In fact, what you wanted was not to have married Joseph. I appear in your thoughts because I am someone important in this perception, as I guided you to it. So you project that if I were your husband you would have a much more interesting sex life, and that's what you're missing. Not money, not comfort, not even a good husband, as Joseph certainly is. What sweet Sophie lacks is an active and interesting sex life. You probably have all the rest.

S: But what now? How do I deal with this?

P: Since you can't change the past, you have to think about the future. You are a beautiful, young woman. What do you want for yourself from now on? Let me show you something...

Then, Paul takes out his cell phone and shows her a dark scene, in which was possible seeing two men and a woman on a bed, in an intense menage a trois.

P: What do you think of this scene? What do you think of this woman?

She observes that scene for a while, ang get impressed with that sex performance. Then, answered.

S: I think she is powerful. She has two men all to herself, and it looks like she is feeling a lot of pleasure.

P: Look, Sophie, how one of them sucks her pussy for long minutes….. You don't even know what that is anymore…. Joseph won't give that to you! Don't you think she's enjoying this?

S: She sure is. She writhes in pleasure as he sucks her.

P: Yes, look how surrendered she is….. Sophie…. that woman is you. I recorded this video during the weekend you spent with Carl and me at the cabin.

S: Is it me??? How could you….??

P: Calm down, Sophie. I recorded this because I knew we would have this conversation at some point. I didn't show this to anyone and I'm actually going to delete it right now. We don't need this anymore. But I wanted you to see the woman you truly are when you free yourself from these social constraints.

S: So I'm this powerful woman?

P: Of course, Sophie!!! See the power this woman possesses!! The power to drive two men crazy with her body. You can't imagine what a hurricane you were in bed those days. You sucked all my energy and Carl's. I've never seen anything like it….

S: Do you have many women, Paul? It must be easy for you, since you hypnotize them….

P: Sophie, believe it or not… I have no other women besides Christine, my wife. She is a powerful woman, like you. She is worthy of a man like me. I really could hypnotize anyone I wanted, but that wouldn't be very decent of me. I didn't put you in a trance to fuck you, but to free you. See that you are here today because you came spontaneously. The beauty of this gift of mine is not in using it, but in not using it. Using it to take advantage of women would be dishonest and undignified.

S: Does Christine know I'm here?

P: Yes, she knows. In fact, a few days ago she told me you were coming. She is a woman, so she knows very well how women's minds work. And, listen Sophie, when we met at that party, not only did I realize that you were an incredible woman to be freed, but so did Christine. She told me you were a diamond, a woman in a million.

S: And does she know about what happened between us?

P: Yes, she does, Sophie. Christine is a mature and powerful woman. We are mature as a couple. Although I don't look for other women when she is away for work, she would only think it was bad for me to do so if I got involved with someone unimportant, which is not your case. I don't control her life either. I understand that she might feel like having sex during her long work trips. I don't think she looks for people to this, but, honestly, this is a matter that she should know how to resolve. I trust her. And believe me, if that happened, she would tell me. Not out of remorse or regret, but just because we didn't hide anything from each other.

At this point, Sophie is already more relaxed about the direction of the conversation, and is snuggled up on the sofa, with her legs up on the seat, and leaning sideways against Paul.

P: Tell me then, sweet Sophie. Do you want to continue with this transformation? Or do you want to continue being that lackluster woman, who will have conventional sexual relations with her husband once a month?

S: Paul, I want to continue…. But I don't want to divorce from Joseph…

P: Sophie, stay with Joseph is up to you. That's not what we're talking about. We are talking about sex and liberation. And, of course, personal fulfillment.

At that moment, Paul's hand is already smoothing Sophie's breast through her cleavage, which can barely cover those incredible breasts.

S: And will you continue to help me with this? Will you teach me how to be this powerful woman, like Christine?

P: If you want, yes, of course. You see, my part is just pleasure. Enjoying this body is something that any man would give his life to do at least once. Look at those boobs, Sophie!!! Men would pay fortunes to smooth them like this, kiss them, suck them….. By the way, did Joseph throw away all his bras like I asked? A woman like you shouldn't wear bras. Only if it's to seduce.

S: S: Yes, he did. When I came back from that weekend, they were all in the trash can. He was in a deep trance because he doesn't remember anything, he just noticed that I stopped wearing bras it.

P: And I bet he complained that you stopped wearing.

S: Yes, he did complain a lot....

P: You see! Depending on Joseph, you could become a nun. He doesn't even know that breasts like that can give a man so much pleasure! He should praise and encourage you, not criticize.

At that moment, feeling Paul's fingers manipulating her nipples, Sophie resettles herself on the sofa and sits on Paul's legs, facing him. Then she brings her mouth to his and starts kissing him, sucking his lips and tongue.

They kiss for a few minutes, passionately, and then Sophie holds Paul by the hair and looks into his eyes. As if she were possessed by sex gods, and already assuming a liberated personality, she looks into Paul's eyes and demands:

S: Paul…. I want you to fuck me now. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked in my life! I want you to fuck me like Joseph never did and never will, because he is weak. I want you to fill me with your alpha male cum, and leave your smell on my body, on my pussy, on my breasts and in my mouth. Today I want to go home with the smell of your cum in my mouth.

P: Wow!!!! I see that someone is really freeing themselves….. Who knew…. a demure wife talking like that!!! That's so sexy, Sophie!!!

S: I'm not a demure wife anymore, Paul. Now I will be your whore. I want you to make me feel like a slut, a dirty slut. That's it, I want to become your whore, but to do that you'll have to pay me to fuck me, otherwise I won't truly feel like a whore.

P: Sophie, this is getting even more amazing!!!! Yes, I will pay you!!! And with the money you will buy slutty clothes to meet me.

S: Yes, I'll come here dressed like a slut, always. And if Joseph asks me where I'm going dressed like a whore, I'll tell him I'm coming here to see you. If Christine doesn't hide anything from you, I won't hide anything from him either. May he accept me the way I am.

As she says these things, Sophie sits on the carpet and rips off her dress, but not her stockings or heels. Then, with a voracity accumulated for years, she goes to Paul's pants and undoes the belt, unbuttoning the pants and opening the zipper, pulling everything to his ankles. She takes his dick, huge and hard, in her hands and puts it in her mouth, sucking the entire length of the phallus, going down to the balls and licking everything, always looking into Paul's eyes, that is still impressed by that attack. Sophie feels the huge difference in size between Paul's dick and Joseph's in her mouth, and says:

S: Your dick is huge and hard, Paul. I finally have a dick worthy of the woman I am. I don't deserve that small, flaccid dick of my loser husband, but a huge, hard dick like yours, Paul!!

P: You can suck my dick whenever you want, Sophie! Your mouth is delicious and you really deserve a really hard cock like that!

After a few minutes of sucking, Paul gets up and grabs Sophie by her hair and makes her lean over the couch, pressing her head against the cushions.

P: Keep your legs straight like this!

Then Paul grabs the thin strip of Sophie's panties and pulls it violently to the side, ripping it off and throwing it on the floor. He kneels behind her and starts sucking on that hot, wet pussy, making Sophie moan with her head buried between the pillows.

S: Oh God!!!! How good is this!!! I didn't even know what it was like to be sucked like that anymore….. That loser doesn't suck me…. Go on, Paul….. suck my pussy…… My pussy is yours now…

After a while in this position, Paul makes Sophie change again and now she is on her back on the couch. He opens her legs and brings both legs to head height and tells Sophie to hold her legs open like this, and then he kneels on the floor and goes back to sucking that wet, horny pussy again. Sophie holds her legs up, as Paul ordered, and feels mind-blowing pleasure from Paul's licks and sucks, and at that moment she promises herself that she will never stop feeling pleasures like that again.

Paul makes Sophie cum repeatedly with his mouth, and she is almost losing consciousness, when she repositions herself on the sofa, getting on all fours, lowering her head back onto the pillows.

S: Come on Paul, fuck me now!!!! Fuck me with that hard cock, because I deserve to be fucked like a whore, like a slut!!!! Make me your personal whore, your cumslut!!!!

Paul, without hesitation, positions himself behind Sophie and breaks into that wet pussy with his hard cock that pulses with lust.

Paul pushes his hard cock into Sophie, who screams as if they were in an isolated place, but at that moment she no longer cares if anyone hears her screams of pleasure. In fact, she wants everyone to hear the pleasure she is feeling, after years of being trapped in a dull marriage, having conventional and boring sex. Those are the screams of her liberation and her transformation into a sex Goddess, into Paul´s fucktoy. Sophie truly feels like a slut being fucked like that, in a position she has never experienced in her marriage and, as if she is proud of having freed the slut inside her, she screams loudly :

S: "Come on, Paul, fuck me, fuck my married pussy !!!!! Fuck me with that huge cock and cum in inside pussy, Paul!!!!"

And Paul, pushing his hard cock into Sophie's insides with violence, as Joseph could never do with his small, flaccid cock, puts his hand on Sophie's head and pushes her head against the cushions, vigorously moving her hips back and forth , making Sophie's entire body shake with her movements, almost suffocating between the pillows.

Unable to bear the lust any longer, and after at least half an hour of intense fuck, Paul feels the orgasm coming and then begins to moan louder, and, realizing that Paul is almost cumming, Sophie begged:

S: "Go Paul, cum in my pussy, fill my married pussy with your hot cum! Fill me with your alpha male scent! Go, cum inside my slut pussy, Paul!!!! Cum inside your whore!!!!!

Then Paul gives a scream, as loud or louder than Sophie's screams, and starts pouring his DNA into Sophie's pussy, pushing his dick all the way in, feeling the jets of cum splash inside her, which also reaches orgasm, again and again! The movements slow down and then they collapse on the sofa, Paul over Sophie's inert body, who has had the best sex of her life. They remain like this for a few minutes, as they have no strength for anything else. Their bodies are wet with sweat and Sophie feels Paul's cum pouring out of her pussy, wetting her thighs. After a few minutes of resting, Sophie moves and repositions herself on the sofa, making Paul sit down. Paul's cock is still hard and then she starts licking that stick full of cum and vaginal juices, as well as his crotch and thighs, drinking all that white mixture, which tastes like the purest sex. After cleaning it. Sophie snuggles up to Paul and says:

S: Okay, now Daddy is clean!

Paul smiles…

P: "Daddy"…. I liked that…..

They remain like that for a few more moments, and then Sophie gets up and then felt Paul's cum, which was inside her vagina, run down her legs, over her stockings, to her feet. Her panties are torn, so she only dresses up the red dress over her sex-used body. She goes to a mirror in the living room and fixes her hair, touching up the red lipstick on her mouth. Then she goes to Paul, already dressed to leave, and says:

S: That was amazing!!!! Now I want my payment. To be a real slut, I need you to pay me. And I need you to pay me enough so I don't have to take on other clients.

Sophie says this with a restrained smile, and then Paul doesn't know if this is just an act, or if the situation is getting out of control. Then he goes to his wallet, takes out a thousand euros, and hands it to Sophie, who counts the money.

S: Yes, a thousand euros is well paid, Daddy.... I'm going to use it to buy some things for our next meetings. Paul, will you ask your driver to take me home? I can't wait to get home and get things in order. From today onwards, things will be different there. And let's start with that, me arriving with the smell and taste of cum all over my body, and with my socks showing the marks of the cum that ran down my legs. Believe me, I won't give many explanations.

P: Very good, Sophie. I'm proud of your transformation. I'll walk you to the door. My driver will take you home.

Then they walk to the door and said goodbye. Sophie kisses Paul's lips, looks into his eyes, and says:

S: Thank you, Paul…. When you want to see me, just say so. I'm yours from today, and we won't need those finger snaps anymore. Eventually for Joseph, but not for me. If you can, ask someone to pick me up tomorrow, because I'm already thinking about many things that Joseph doesn't do, and that I want you to do for me. I´m your personal whore from now, your cumslut and your fucktoy.

P: Deal, Sophie. My driver will pick you up tomorrow at 3pm. We will spend the afternoon together again.

They say goodbye and the driver gets on the road to take Sophie away. Paul goes back inside the mansion and goes to his room, throwing himself onto the soft bed and, within seconds, he was asleep, tired from the intense sex session with Sophie.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ! This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal) but I have to ask from my main.

I just saw your tags on the reblog of the wild-karrde post about lack of interaction. And what you said in your tags made me cry. I hate that you are feeling this way. I totally understand if you need a hiatus, everyone needs a break. But that you are doubting your writing ability and thinking that maybe you just suck…omg NO!!

Please don't think that. I know I'm just one person and in the grand scheme of things that means nothing, but I'm sure I'm not the only one! I hate that people aren't interacting more, and I wish I knew how to make it better for you wonderful authors. But please don't think you suck. Please!!

I enjoy your writing so much. And I'm looking in my notebook, and I see I haven't reblogged a lot from you since late November except for the Boil multi-part fic. I hope I haven't been missing your posts…I kind of get buried in fics to be read sometimes, but I hate the thought of neglecting any of your fics.

I just don't want you to think you suck!! Your stuff is so fucking good!!! Your Sev multi-part gives me life (among others, of course, that's just the one that popped into my head immediately.)

Again, I understand if you need a break, burnout is no fun. But if you do, I really hope you come back refreshed and feeling better about yourself!! Big hugs and forehead kisses, my friend!

Thank you for the incredibly kind words, Carol! Please know that you are doing so much to encourage writers, and I appreciate you more than I can say. You make the fandom a better, more fun, kinder, and more welcoming place every single day.

I definitely don't think you are neglecting me! I know you have an enormous TBR list, and I'm honored to be on it. I've said before that my fics aren't going anywhere, so there's no rush to read them. I don't want people to feel pressured or obligated to read my stories, and I didn't mean to make anyone feel bad with my tags on that reblog. I'm sorry about that 🤍

In talking to other creators, I've found that many of us noticed a big drop in engagement in October, and it never recovered. My operating theory is that people got overwhelmed/buried in content during all of the fandom events like Fictober and Kinktober, and then they got busy during the holidays and didn't have time to interact. I'm hoping things will improve, now that the holiday season is over.

For me, I think part of my burned-out feelings are just coming from being so close to the end of SBN; there are only three chapters left to publish, and it feels really overwhelming to know that I don't have another longfic anywhere close to ready. Maybe it's a sign that I need to take a step back for a while, recharge, and re-evaluate.

In the meantime, I want you and all of my readers to know that I love and value you so much! Thank you for being amazing.

[starseneyes]

Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 4 Ep 8 & 9

I'm LOVING y'all's requests. Please keep 'em coming! The second I saw chenfordfan2386 request these two, I knew it had to be done. I'm a huge Peyton List fan, and I love episodes that dive deeper into our favorite characters.

SPOILER ALERT: If you like to live an un-spoiled life, this is not the post for you. I try to write these as though I'm seeing them for the first time, and will definitely spoil these episodes and include references to episodes previously aired.

Everybody ready and know what to expect? Great! Let's dive in.

Hit and Run

"I'm losing to Smitty?" "Oh, that's embarrassing."

I love how Tim is commenting on this discussion even as he's pretending not to be a part of it. Lucy looks up at him, a smile on her face like, "you're hopeless".

"You know what would really help? An endorsement from someone who is respected within the department."

Tim looks to Nolan, incredulous. But watch how his face shifts when he looks to Lucy. There's a subtle shift as she leans closer to him, trying to get him to give in.

"No. No. Don't drag me into this. No. I have never endorsed a candidate, and I never will."

Small detail, but I love it. Tim reaches for Lucy's camera first. He hands it to her before getting his own.

"Genny!" "Sergeant Bradford."

As soon as Genny approaches and hugs Tim, Lucy gets out of the way. She has no idea who this woman is, but Genny is making Tim smile and getting physical affection without hesitation. She has to be important to him, right?

"So, what are you doing here?" "I just wanted to see my big brother."

Look at the shift in Lucy Chen with this information! This isn't Tim's new gorgeous girlfriend he's never mentioned. It's his little sister!

"Oh! Hi! I'm Lucy Chen. I know that we just met but if you have any embarrassing stories from his childhood that would be..."

Tim gives a nice glare at Lucy and she shuts up... for now. C'mon, you know Lucy is gonna get that dirt!

"Because I know why you're here, and I've made my position very clear."

Take note, here, that Tim is speaking cryptically. Because, this is a tie back to the worst part of his life, the most broken parts of himself, and the source of so much of his trauma.

Lucy doesn't know how bad it was. Yes, after DOD he opened up enough to tell Lucy that his father "tuned [him] up on the regular"... but that didn't paint the whole picture.

And having his little sister here is going to re-open all those wounds that nobody, save maybe Isabelle, has ever seen.

This tops everything that ever went wrong with her. This is the foundational heartache that defined so much of Tim and how he lives his life. This is the place his nightmares were born and his need for stability and to protect his heart.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Why don't I do one of those ride along thingees? That way, we could have the whole day to catch up." "Yeah, see, you gotta get permission to do a ride along. It's a long process. A ton of paperwork." "Hey, you're a Sergeant, now, you can just approve it yourself."

Lucy knew what she was doing. Does she know exactly what will be discussed? No. But she can see that Tim's avoiding something he needs to face, and the psychology girl in her can't ignore it.

"Did Tim have any nicknames when he was a kid?"

I love Genny's look to Tim on this one. Like, "Is this person for real?"

"Oh, yeah, he tried to highlight his hair right before Prom. He ended up looking like Slim Shady."

I. Love. Lucy's. Positioning. She is literally turned completely toward him, this goofy grin on her face, drinking every second in.

There's a freedom in how she's talking with Genny, how she's watching Tim, and I think about later in the episode when she finds out he's not single... and how I'm glad she didn't know before this scene.

Because look at how happy she is. She's loving every little morsel, learning more about Tim. Yes, she's out for the embarrassing stuff, right now. But, don't you love even the silly facts you learn about the person you love?

"Oh, you know what, I think I have a picture of it." "Oh my god, yes!" "Genny." "What? You'd rather I keep this photo private? That's fine. Let's talk about Dad." "I have nothing to say."

He tries to catch eyes with his sister in the rearview mirror. He's still talking in short-code, not wanting to go further. While Genny knows all the details, of course, he isn't ready to be that vulnerable with Lucy, especially now that he's seeing someone.

Go with me... have you ever had a friend who kinda served as a placeholder for something romantic? I had a gay friend like that back in high school. We were super close and people thought we were dating, but neither of us had any interest in each other. We just did all the couply things together because neither of us had a person.

Lucy once realized she was doing it with Jackson, and I think after the events of 4x01, Tim realizes he was starting to do it with Lucy. Let's be real, he's been doing those things forever with Lucy. But, I think he started to notice and it scared the shit out of him.

His ex-wife was a Rookie with him. They were both officers. She was UC. And there are too many similarities there even if Lucy is a completely different person from Isabelle.

I firmly believe part of why Tim is seeing someone nobody knows about is because he wants to date someone separate from the station to convince himself that he can.

He needs to convince himself that there's nothing between him and Lucy, because he is in no way ready to face it.

So, of course he doesn't want to let Lucy into his heart and personal life further. He wants to keep her where he is since some part of him knows he can never push her back to where she was before the veils started to fall.

"Okay. What's your cell phone number? I'll text it to you." "Genny-"

Lucy is all smiles. Because she still doesn't get it. Lucy might've forgotten Tim's one sentence about his father post-DOD (for goodness sake, that scene had a lot going on). She was in a fragile mental state, and after Tim returned her ring, I wouldn't blame her if she forgot 90% of what he said.

"You are impossible." "I'm impossible? Lucy, who's more difficult? Me or Tim?" "Of course she's gonna pick me."

I cackled so hard the first time I heard this line that I had to rewind for the rest of the scene. How Melissa O'Neil kept a straight face is beyond me, but it makes it all the funnier.

"Because you are the most stubborn person alive. Which, by the way, is why you're still single." "First of all, I'm not. And second-" "Wait. What? You're seeing someone?" "This is insane. There's an armed and dangerous suspect at large. We gotta focus."

How long has he been riding with Lucy and said nothing about this chick? Now, we all know Tim likes to pretend that there's no personal business in that Shop, but this episode proves that particular rules is constantly in flux.

Lucy was doing a good job at staying out of the sibling fight and concentrating on her work... until she heard Tim wasn't single. He redirects and she holds up her hand. The wife equivalent of, "Alright, we've had this fight before, no point having it, again. I got it."

But Tim slides a look back at Lucy. He didn't meant to say anything about his new girlfriend in front of Lucy, but he's so comfortable with her, he forgot himself.

That's what it really boils down to. If it had been almost anyone else in the Shop, he wouldn't have been that transparent.

But he's comfortable enough around Lucy to say things without thought. And the last thing he wants to do right now is let her in more.

"What is your favorite show? Mine is House Hunters International." "Oh my god, the best."

Can we just take a moment to appreciate these future sisters-in-law bonding? Lucy and Genny definitely understand one another, and I have a feeling their kids are gonna grow up together with sleepovers, movie nights, and fun DIY projects. What? A gal can dream, right?

"Maybe I should just let it go, but that house was my childhood home. I don't wanna tear it down. I want another family to live there and make happy memories." "Of course! I moved out ten years ago, and when I think of home, I still think of my parents house."

Lucy is being conversational and compassionate. But she doesn't understand. Tim can't take anymore, and he pulls over.

Watch. Tim's. Hand. Eric Winter is an actor who acts all the way through his fingers and his toes. And you can really see it here with how his hand is suddenly unsteady on the wheel.

Because "home" is a hard word for someone who grew up in an unstable one. Genny was more shielded from it, even though she grew up around it. When you're the target of the anger and frustration... it's just different.

You think of the "house" and know it was never a "home". Not for you. Not for Tim. Tim grew up in a house. "Home" denotes a certain level of safety that was never afforded him.

No, he can't take another minute of this. He can't pretend that he's not mentally back there—just a helpless kid who did nothing to deserve what happened.

"What's wrong?" "Tim? Look, I know you don't feel the same way I do, but our childhood wasn't all bad."

Gosh. It's like talking to my little brother. I'm Tim and he's Genny, and the younger one was somehow so shielded despite growing up in the same house. There are legit tears in my eyes, because it's so darn hard. If not for my journals I kept religiously, I might question my own memory when talking to him.

"Stop. Alright? Are you really getting nostalgic over that place? What do you want? Some other family to just cuddle up under the broken plaster where dad slammed my head against the wall?"

We finally see Lucy, again. She's been cut out of this since they pulled over. But, we get to see her react. Because now she gets it.

There's so much for her to unpack, here about how this informs who Tim is, why he makes the choices he does, and how he's gotten so broken over the years. He didn't have a great foundation.

"Dad had a lot of demons." "Dad was a monster." "He's changed. You haven't seen him in 20 years." "The only thing that's changed is that the drinking caught up with him. He can't throw a punch, but he's the same guy underneath." "He's not, and you'd know that if you'd visit the hospice." "Not in a million years."

Tim hasn't glanced at Lucy once during this. It's not about her. But, in an indirect way, this shows, again, how close they are.

He's not censoring himself in front of Lucy. He's speaking freely about something very personal. Later he might re-think it, but in the moment he's comfortable enough for this scene to happen.

"Hospice?" "I had to move him out of Assisted Living last month. Dad's dying."

Hospice care in America is usually the end of the line. No chance of recovery. Make you comfortable until you pass.

And there's nothing anyone else can say at that moment. Tim's barely keeping it together, and it's been a long time since we've seen him this broken in the Shop.

But it really can work that way. One word. One memory. One reference that throws you back into the worst of it all. And suddenly, all the emotions you felt then but weren't allowed to show flood you to the point that you're barely containing yourself, and it was all so long ago you'd think the wounds had healed.

Tim needs to get his head back in the game. So, he wordlessly pulls back into traffic.

"When you were 7 years old he dropped you in Griffith Park with a compass and made you find your way home." "Which I did." "Tim Test."

How fast he looked at her. Lucy catches his glance and realizes how it hit. She didn't mean it to, but it hurt. Because that comparison to the person you want least to be like is agony... even if the words weren't intended to burn. They sear into your flesh and you start to re-examine yourself to see if there's a trace of them there.

You share the same DNA, but that doesn't mean you're the same. Your choices define you, and you have to believe that you can break cycles or else you'll break apart.

Lucy just equated Tim to his father. She didn't mean anything by it, but the barely breathed, passing thought is imprinted in Tim's memory, now.

"Uh, Tim, listen... your sister needs you." "Lucy-" "I realize that I'm overstepping here, but just hear me out. It's clear that you got the worst of it with your father, but she lived through it with you. Instead of arguing about how bad your dad was or wasn't, maybe as children of... of abuse, you would be better off supporting each other."

The way he looks away on "abuse" reminds me of how he reacted when she said he had a learning disability. These are not things Tim likes to think about or face. But Lucy has never seen them as a branding on his life, merely parts of who he is.

She doesn't label him to ostracize him or set him apart. She tries to help him understand how these things exist within him, but don't define him.

And, oh, my little brother was such a pill growing up. Such a pill. But he was also the first person to ever say I didn't deserve the verbal and emotional abuse I received. He was only 13, but it meant the bloody world. I was 17, and I truly believed I got what I deserved. I wish I'd never lived through it, but I'm infinitely thankful for my brother so I didn't have to go through it alone.

"Ready to go?" "Yeah."

Lucy wordlessly gets out of the way of the siblings, but Tim can't take his eyes off of her, and Genny noticed.

Come on. She's his little sister. Much as he said he wasn't single and has somebody, she has already clocked that there's something between these two.

"Look, I'm really sorry about today. I should have listened more." "I agree. But thanks for saying it. It means a lot." "I'm still not going to see him."

Tim put up a boundary, and that's healthy. It's so hard to set boundaries, sometimes, and I really do applaud Tim that he set his. He owes his father nothing. And much as Genny doesn't agree with it, she needs to learn to respect it.

Sure, Tim could benefit from some therapy and really processing through his trauma. Genny's not wrong in that. But Tim's not going to go unless Tim is willing to go, and berating him is no way to get through to him.

"If you're free this weekend, maybe we could go by the place, see what needs to be done, and you can give us an estimate." "Did you just say 'we'? As in you're gonna help?" "I checked out some comps in the neighborhood. We could get a million for that place easy. Plus, it shouldn't all fall on you."

I think it's marvelous that before Lucy told him to be there for his sister, he was already looking at comps. He was already thinking about it.

Lucy, in this case, echoed the best parts of Tim. Sometimes she helps him find those better parts. But, he's learning, again, how to listen to them on his own.

That's so much progress for his character. And it's so beautiful to watch him blossom.

"Could I have everyone's attention, please? I would like to formally give my endorsement for Union Rep to a man who has the backs of every officer in this station, John Nolan."

Did. You. See. Lucy!? As Nolan moves through the crowd hand-shaking, Lucy cocks her head at Tim. Tim cocks his head back.

Because she's proud of him. He just did something he's never done, that he said he'd never do, because he knew it was the right thing. Smitty would run the whole thing into the ground.

Tim took action to help the entire station, and he's opening himself up just a little more to the people around him.

And Lucy is such a huge part of that. She always will be. But... that's a story for another Meta.

Breakdown

AKA "The One Where I Cry The Whole Time"

"Well, Nolan says an open-concept sells better-."

Excuse me... I gotta cut you off right there because... Lucy Chen is in your childhood house? Lucy Chen is helping you with Demo? Lucy Chen is here instead of the person you're dating?

Tim... and I say this with all love... what the hell? You invited your coworker to come help you with this and thought we'd, what, not notice!? Your sister must be standing there thinking, "My big brother is in denial!"

"Do you remember how Mom used to make us pose by the window for every formal dance?" "Oh my gosh, my Mom did that, too. And I always had to have a wrist corsage." "Yes! Why was that ever a thing?"

Tim. Are you seeing this, Tim? This is sister-in-law energy. Clearly, you need to throw that lifeguard chick back to the ocean because the woman you're going to marry is right here... And you're the one who invited her.

"No. No more reminiscing. This is about fixing up the house and selling it." "Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold on. I mean, you guys are ending a huge chapter in your lives. You guys need closure." *Tim turns on the tool* "What?" "I said you need closure." "What?" "You're an idiot."

Huge. Married. Energy. Like, my husband and I do stupid stuff like this. And Genny is right there.

Also, let's talk about how far Tim and Lucy have come. Yes, Lucy has always stood up to Tim when he needed it. But this is downright flirty. Like, this is Girlfriend talk, not Sergeant's Aide talk.

"You guys are so lucky. I begged my Mom and Dad to have a sibling. They got me a turtle. Uh, it was cute, but a little smelly." "Cute and smelly pretty much sums up Tim's teenage years. You didn't miss much." "Wow. And to think I was actually excited when they brought you home from the hospital."

I love how freely Tim speaks to his sister in front of Lucy. Think about Season 1 Tim. He would never. But the fortified walls that once separated them have all come down. Thin veils are all that remains.

"What is it?" "There's something in the wall." "Oh, is it my Malibu Barbie? It's worth a lot, now." "No, it's metal... What the hell is a gun doing in our wall?"

This isn't Chenford, but it's so important to the story, and it makes me think of the previous episode when Tim talked about his Dad breaking the plaster with Tim's head... Looks like good ole Dad did a lot of repairs, so as kids, Genny and Tim wouldn't have even thought it strange. It was part of the cycle of abuse.

"We need to run ballistics." *aggressive head nodding from Tim* "Wait, you don't actually think it was used in a crime?" "It's our job to find out."

Tim looks to Lucy on this one. It's not hard for him to imagine his father the villain. He is too distracted by this weapon to think of anything else. Because thinking of Dad brings back up all those things he's tried to shove down and not face.

"Look, we'll be back as soon as we can." "But it's your day off. You said you'd help." "It won't take long. Come on, Chen."

Tim's in work-mode. But let's not pretend he's completely objective. Some part of him needs to know where this gun came from... to know if the Monster who raised him is even more of a Monster. Could there finally be some punishment for all the horrible things he's done?

But Genny's frustrated. She doesn't understand this part of Tim, and she's frustrated because for the last 20 years, Dad has been her responsibility.

She's been the one dealing with his medical care, with moving him from facility to facility, with visiting him and trying to be a caring daughter, all while not even living in LA.

They're not communicating. And they can't see this from the same viewpoint because though they grew up in the same house, they have different childhoods.

You might think, "that's impossible", but it's true. Some parents play favorites. Some parents dole out all the abuse on one child. Some parents are negligent toward one child and not the other.

It's very possible to grow up in seemingly the same environment and have completely different experiences. That's Tim and Genny. But she's tired of carrying the burden, and he's blind to his emotions clouding his vision.

"I knew you'd find some excuse to leave." "Genny. This is serious." "It's fine. Go."

Tim takes the out, but Lucy can feel the tension, and she's trying to mediate between her husband and sister-in-law.

"She's got a point. You could have called someone to handle this. You still can." "A good Sergeant doesn't create work for his officers. Even on his day off." "And it's not at all about the emotions this house is stirring up?" "It's just a house."

Because even Tim Bradford "Supercop" has blind spots. We see it in 5x12 (and, yes, that's all I'm saying on it) and we see it here. There are times when Tim can't be objective—and I'm so thankful Lucy Chen is there to keep him in check today.

"Ballistics came back on the gun we found in the wall." "That was fast." "Yeah, I mean, I had to buy a case of Girl Scout cookies from Derek's kid. You're welcome."

Married. We've seen Tim pull strings for Lucy, before, getting calls sent to him to help her with her checklist, and whatnot. Now, we see Lucy spending her own money to help rush ballistics on the weapon.

There's no guarantee that rushing ballistics would have gotten them back to Genny sooner. No, this is about getting Tim the answers he needs as fast as possible.

"Monica is not a solid alibi. They were having an affair. My mom didn't know, but I did."

Tim was 14. Just a kid. But he was protecting his mom. We had a babysitter, once, who left us outside a bar while they went in and got drinks. We had another who had a physical altercation with her husband in front of us and yanked us out of bed, riding through the night until we found a safe place to crash.

I distracted my little brother so he didn't realize what was going on. I didn't tell my Mom. I knew she had such a hard time finding babysitters with her hours, and we didn't want to add to her burdens.

It sucks being a kid who has to think like an adult. And that was Tim.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're going to question your father's mistress? ... You can't be the one to question her. We need to do this right."

Tim's objectivity is skewed, here, and Lucy can see it. Also, can we talk about how many times Lucy uses "we" in this episode? The gun "we" found. "We" need to do this right. She's using an awful lot of inclusive language, which is better for getting through to Tim, but also really telling. Even on their day off, they're a unit.

"You do it."

Tim points to her in a "you're right" movement, then hands over the case file. And can we just talk about the trust that these two have built up over the years?

Tim was her TO and he came down hard on every little mistake she made. Now, he has full trust in her abilities, including handling the most personal case that's ever come their way.

Tim Watches. Lucy Looks Back.

She knows he's behind her, watching everything. He's separated from it by the glass, but still there. And when his father's mistress rises to leave, Lucy casts a glance back at him.

Lucy's smart enough to know he's headed for the hallway, and she know his objectivity is nonexistent.

"Tim?"

It's likely been 20 years since she saw him. He was just a kid the last time they saw one another. And since he's in plainclothes, she has no idea if he's here because of his family or because he's a cop.

And I think it's so heartbreaking and tragic that Tim would face one of the hardest cases of his career personally without wearing the security of his uniform. We know he always has his badge on him, but this is different.

For so long, Tim has used his identity as a cop as his center. He doesn't have that protection today. He's a man... once a boy... hurting.

"She's covering for him." "Maybe, but we can't prove it."

There's that inclusive language, again. Lucy is letting Tim know that she's on his side, that he isn't alone, that they're together on this. For so long, Tim has operated as a lone wolf. He blocks out help, even from those who care about him.

But Lucy's here to let him know that he isn't alone. And she can only hope her message is getting through.

"Oh, man. Never thought I'd see your face, again."

No "My boy". No "I missed you". In his opening greeting, we get a stark look at what kind of man this is. We've had Tim and Genny's perspectives, sure. But, now we get to see the man for ourselves.

"Wow. Liver really did a number on you, old man."

Tim's distancing himself. He's protecting himself by trying not to think of this man as his father. Sure, lots of people say, "My old man" but it's not the same as "Dad" or "Daddy" or even "Papa".

When I first met my father, I called him by his first name. It took a while before I was ready to call him "Daddy". There's something sacred about that name... something Tim never had in a father.

"You always seem to have someone looking after you, even when you don't deserve it."

Oh, Tim. Because if you look back at Tim's life, he never seems to think that he deserves it. His friends try to be there for him, and he shirks from it. He pulls back. He shifts away.

"Because I saw you two together when I was 13." "Oh, crap." "For some reason that I still don't understand, I lied to Mom. I lied for you."

Because... he's still your father. And I totally get this. I totally understand that part of you that loves the person who's abusing you. That part of you that wants what you don't have and you half-wish that you can make them the parent you need.

You'll do anything for them because you think maybe if you do enough, they'll actually love you. They'll actually want you. They'll stop hurting you. You can have that relationship you always wanted. It's that hope that hurts so horribly because it's never enough.

Tim has tears in his eyes. He's facing the monster to try to get to the truth, because some part of him needs the answer. And if his hunch is right, he can finally see his father face judgment for something.

"Poor little Tim-Tim. What are you bitching about? You kept your mouth shut. You did good. Now, get over it."

"Good"? GOOD!?! You fucking psychopath of a human being. No wonder Tim ran as far as he could.

But, oh, I get this, too. Watching them do something you know is wrong and them expecting you to cover for them. They expect it. And anything less is betrayal.

"And so what if I did?"

Tim's father takes out his oxygen and stands. Watch how Tim braces himself when he does. He's ready for the punch.

"Get back in bed." "Make me."

He's asking for a fight—to prove that his son is no different than he is. Inviting him to take the first swing, to prove that he's a "man" in his father's eyes. But Tim looks away.

Little Tim would never have punched back. And adult Tim wants to be nothing like the man before him.

His father misses the complexity of that moment. He sees only a victory.

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

This line hit me really hard, but not for the reasons you might think.

See, as much as we fight to distance ourselves from those people... they still raised us. We still have them in us. It's a choice every day to be a different person and write a better life.

And the phrasing here sounds like Tim. Tim has a tendency to use "Yeah" as a singular statement and follow it up with another. His father is a part of him.

But that doesn't define Tim. Because every day, Tim has made the decision to be a better man in spite of the one who raised him.

"I brought Monica Ochoa back in." "Why? Because I knew there was more to her story. You couldn't see past the version that you wanted to see." "What'd she say?"

Lucy has always had Tim's back. But I also love that all it took for Tim to listen to Lucy was for her to tell him he was wrong.

There have been times she has called him out (so many times) that he didn't want to hear it. But he and Lucy have come so far.

"You brought me a present." "Think of it more as a push."

Oooooh, the shade. There's a show called Resident Alien, and when the main guy met the main girl's awful mother, he left her with "Smoke more" as a farewell. Same vibe, here.

Tim is letting his father know that, no, he won't end him. But he's not afraid to escort him to the end.

"Monica confessed." "Leave her out of this." "Frank was beating her. She fought back. She shot him. She was terrified, so she ran to you. You came up with the burglary story, helped her stage the house, then you hid the gun in case the cops got too close and you needed to frame someone else."

He's sticking to the facts, this time, instead of conjecture. He's looming over his father, this time, standing closer so he has to look down at him instead of across the room. It's different, this time.

"He was a brutal, abusive bastard. She deserves a medal for what she did." "He was an abusive bastard?" "What? You think I'm like him? I was nothing like Frank. I taught you what you needed to know, son. You're a man, now, because of me."

Toughen up, Rachel. Stop crying, Rachel. You're too soft, Rachel. You need a thicker skin, Rachel.

And somehow they can see it in someone else, but are blind to it in themselves. Because they have a justification for what they've done.

"I'm who I am in spite of you."

Yes. Tim. Bradford. Yes, you are. You looked at the Monster who tried to mold you to follow in his footsteps and said, "screw that". You chose to be your own man. You chose to end this horrible cycle of abuse. And now you get to say it to his face.

And the way his father has no response? It's perfect. Because you know some tiny morsel of what he said got through. Tim knows it, too. Look how he straightens a little... How now that he's said it aloud, he believes it himself.

"Goodbye, Dad. I hope it hurts."

It's the first time he's addressed his father by that name in the whole episode, and it's because he finally feels strong enough to say goodbye.

He'll never see that man, again, but this time he's said his piece and proved to himself that he the man he wants to be... not the Monster who raised him.

Tim walks out and closes the door. This is huge. Because last time he came here, he closed himself in with the Monster and he came alone. This time, he walked in and left the door open because he knew he had backup.

Tim knew Lucy was outside the door the entire time. She's had his back the entire episode, and this time when he came to face the man, he brought her with him. Some part of him knew he needed the support.

And this. is. huge. Tim Bradford takes care of his own problems. Tim Bradford doesn't ask for help. Right? No... Tim Bradford has isolated himself out of fear and trauma over and over and over, again. But today, he chose to let someone in—Lucy.

She heard all of that.

"You okay?" "No. He was protecting her. He never did anything to protect us, but his mistress? Broke half a dozen laws for her." "They picked her up. She's being processed right now. I don't think the DA is gonna prosecute your dad on his deathbed." "It doesn't matter. He'll get judged soon enough."

This whole episode, a part of Tim was hoping to see his father's judgment, to see him punished for the Monster that he was. This line right here shows he's accepted that it's out of his hands. And that's the way it has to be. He's releasing it.

Tim's looking away from Lucy... looking at memories she can't see.

When he does look to her, it's purposeful. He needs to say something.

"The Tim Tests? Those don't make me like him."

The way Tim's voice breaks here kills me. Because he's saying it aloud hoping he'll believe it, that he truly is nothing like that man. And hoping that she'll affirm it... because he'll believe her more than he'll believe himself.

Ever since Lucy mentioned the Tim Tests in the Shop, he's been thinking about it. He's been terrified that he mis-stepped and misjudged and maybe he messed up somewhere along the line. He's tried so hard not to be that man. But Lucy's words caused him doubt.

Because he cares how she sees him. No, they're not in a romantic relationship, here. He's dating someone else, so that's off the table. But, even now, mid Season 4, this is one of the most important relationships of his life. It matters how Lucy sees him.

He can dismiss the thoughts and opinions of so many others. But Lucy's is one of the few that counts. And he can't bear the thought of her thinking him a Monster.

"I know."

The first in a long line of "I know"s from these two. But watch how Tim's jaw clenches after she says it. He wants to believe it so bad, but some part of him isn't sure.

"You're nothing like him.."

Watch how he shakes his head along with her. He wants so badly to believe her, to know that she's telling the truth and not just what he wants to hear. Tim braces, pulling away. He leans away from her.

"Come here."

She echoes his words from 4x01 and puts her arms around him. he goes easily. No hesitation. He leans down to her, pressing his face against hers.

In this moment, he doesn't have to stand strong. The last time they hugged, he was the supportive one, tall and strong for her. This time, he's the one who needs to melt, and Lucy gives him the safe space to do it.

Just outside his father's room. A door separating him from the Monster. But in Lucy Chen's arms, Tim is safe.

"You're nothing like him."

And maybe, maybe, some part of him actually believes it since it's coming from her. The hug lingers. It's pure comfort. And it's exactly what she needs.

FAST FORWARD: Fans of 5x12 (like myself) might have been wondering where Tim got the snap shirt... this is a snap shirt. In fact, it might be the snap shirt. Someone with sharper eyes with mine might want to take a look. But it totally looks like the same shirt to me! (EDIT: It has been confirmed to NOT be the shirt, but at least we know Tim has snap shirts in his wardrobe prior to 5x12).

Moving on...

"Here. Let me help." "I got it. I'm good at cleaning things up on my own." "I know you are. I'm sorry I haven't been here to help more. I'm sorry I haven't been a better big brother."

You must be sitting here thinking, "Uh, Rachel. The last Chenford scene happened... why are you still writing?" Well, Chenford is nothing without Lucy AND Tim.

And who they are doesn't stop when they're apart. To truly appreciate this ship, I feel I need to look at both pieces in total as independent, beautiful characters. The Ship is nothing without them.

Tim has been so wrapped up in his own hurt that he's missed the burdens Genny has carried alone, as a result. But Tim needed the breakthrough that this episode afforded him.

"You're not that bad. When you're around." "Well, all that changes now. I'm coming to visit you every holiday. I'm gonna be calling you at least twice a week. And I will handle fixing up this place and selling it."

This is healing. No, it doesn't remove the scars or their phantom sting. But Tim Bradford spent so much time running away from his past that he missed the fact that he was also running from Genny. His little sister. Who really needed him.

"You should go home. Be with your family." "You're my family, too."

He needed to hear that. He is so worried that he screwed this up too much, that she would be too angry to love her big brother, still. And in four words, she soothed that fear away. You're still my brother.

"How about this? We fix and sell this place together, and then we'll both be done with it. All of it." "Deal."

Letting this go together is exactly what they both needed. Genny passes the broom to him, letting him share in the burden. And Tim gets right to work.

"Whatever happened with that gun?"

Tim doesn't even know where to start... so he keeps sweeping.

The growth that Tim is afforded by this pair of episodes is so needed. When we first meet Tim in the Pilot, he's a broken mess of a human functioning because he can lose himself in his work. He doesn't have to be a man when he's a cop.

Season 4 Tim has come around a lot, but he needed this healing to help him on his journey. He needed to finally be free of his father, not because he ran away, but because he faced him and released him and his hold.

Tim's healing has to come before he can be in a healthy relationship with Lucy Chen.

Look, I know what it's like going into a relationship when you're still dealing with un-healed trauma. Matthew and I had it on both sides. Yes, we fought through together. But, narratively, wouldn't it have been nice if the Universe had let us heal, first, so we'd be better for each other from the get-go?

The Writers afforded Tim and Lucy that opportunity. Does that mean Tim's trauma will never come up again? No. Does that mean Lucy's problems with her parents are a long-gone memory? No.

But whenever these two find one another, they will be healed enough not to destroy the relationship with their pain. When their traumas inevitably pop up, they can face them together from a point of some healing rather than completely raw agony.

Raw was Tim Bradford when we first met him. He has come so far. And he's a better man for it. Not just for Lucy, but for himself. He deserves healing and to find true hope.

Not the false hope that an abusive person will magically change their ways and be the parent he needed... but hope in the form of friendship, family, and a future. A truly beautiful future.

As ever, thanks for reading. Y'all are amazing, and I truly appreciate every Like, Re-Blog, and Comment. Can't wait to see ya on the next!

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 12, ready to cry?

"Nico, I got you some food." Will said softly, opening the door. He had fallen asleep and Will decided to not wake him, it was probably better that he got some rest. He put the plate of food on the table and started to clean up. It was the only actual separate room in the infirmity, the other rooms were split with curtains so he thought Nico would prefer this. He wanted to talk to him, tell him that he wasn't alone, that everything would be okay. At the same time Nico didn't seem to keen on the idea, he wanted to help him but he knew he couldn't if Nico wouldn't accept help. He glanced at the raven haired boy, even in his sleep he wasn't relaxed. He screamed, nightmares. He shook the boy,

"Don't...hurt...her"

"Nico wake up, you’re having a nightmare"

"Kill me."

"Neeks!" Nico shot up, crying. "You're okay, it was a nightmare." Will sat down on the bed, "Can I touch you?" he nodded, Will pulled the Ghost King towards himself and stroked his hair.

"Bea...Haze..the.."

"Shh, you're okay, it's not real." Nico sobbed into his shirt, "Do you want to talk about it?" Nico shook his head, Will started to sing softly. "A broken heart is all that's left, I'm still fixing all the cracks. Lost a couple of pieces when, I carried it carried it carried it home. I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. Silence ringing inside my head, please carry me, carry me, carry me home. I've spent all of the love I saved, we were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game. Neeks are you alright?

"Better, thank you for singing."

"Here to help, how often do you get them?"

"Every night I'm not passed out and sometimes even then, just, this one was worse."

"Do you want to talk now, or do you not want to tell me?" he shook his head,

"What time is it?"

"Eight thirty at night, you fell asleep around two or three I'm pretty sure."

"W-Will, can I tell you something?"

"Anything at all Neeks."

"Bianca... I talked to her one last time on my fourteenth birthday, let just say it didn't go well." Tears fell down Nico's face,"She was getting re-born that day so I wanted to talk to her one last time, and I told her that I'm...yeah." He was crying but continued, "She said that I'm a disgrace, told me she wishes me death and that I would suffer in the fields of punishment. I thought she cared but my own sister, the one who had been with me my whole life, the person I looked up to for so many years called me a fag. I could see the disgust in her eyes, she would have killed me right then but she was a ghost. I had been planning to tell her for years, but we only talked two or three times a year. I knew there was a chance she would react like that but...I guess I just... thought... she... cared." He fully broke down, leaning into the blonde boy. Holding onto him as though someone was physically pulling him away, Will hugged him tightly.

"I know you've gone through a lot, but I care. If you ever need help or want to talk or anything I'll be here."

"Thank you." Nico responded still shaking,

"If you want I can give you something for a dreamless sleep?"

"You can do that?!"

"I can but doing it too oftens dangerous."

"Please just do it."

"'Kay, hang on a sec Neeks." Will went to grab a needle out of a drawer, once Nico spotted it he took a deep breath and muttered something in Italian too quiet for Will to hear. "Just a warning it's going to knock you out pretty quickly."

"Alright." Will took his arm, wiping it with disinfectant and pushing the needle in. By the time Will had put the few things away, Nico was already ninety percent asleep. Will picked him him up and layed him on the bed, he was snoring softly when Will walked out of the infirmary.

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[haisayonaraa]

Jojo's Bizarre Playdate Part 1

(Helloooooo! to just a note that this story will in no means be exactly like part three, I haven't watched all of it yet [I still haven't seen Iggy yet, just as an example] so please don't expect everything to be accurate! TwT [also this hasn't been revised yet so if it sounds rough, I apologize, I just wanted to get it out so you guys didn't have to keep waiting! TwT])

Littles:

Jotaro- 4-5

kakyoin- 3-4

Polnareff- 6-ish??

Dio: 1-7 (biggggg range)

Caregivers: 

Joseph, Avdol , Holly

(that's all for right now!)

[story begins below]

As they waited at the airport, Holly explained to Jotaro why Joseph was coming to visit, "his grandfather's brother would like to have a playdate with you, doesn't that sound nice Jotaro?" Jotaro swings his feet back and forth as he stares out the window, watching the airplanes land and take off. "Wouldn't that make him an older man then Gigi?" Holly sighs and hugs Jotaro's arm. "Jojo you know it's ok if you want to regress here, it's completely fine!" Jotaro plants his feet on the ground and covers his face with the brim of his hat, "heck no, that's embarrassing.." Holly smiles, "aw Jojo, mama doesn't care when you regress! and as for Dio, let's just say he never ages, he's kind of a vampire, isn't that neat?" Jotaro's face turns bright red as he tries to pull the brim of his hat further down, "m-more like creepy- a-and would u stop with de talk? it's stupid." Holly giggles and pats Jotaro's arm that she's still holding onto, "ok!"

After awhile of waiting, Jotaro starts to get restless, and so he huffs. "I know baby, but he should be here soon!" before Jotaro could comment on the nickname his mother used, there's a loud booming voice from across the airport "HOLLYYYYYY!" holly stands up and runs after the voice "papaaaa!" Joseph hugs Holly, lifting her into the air and quickly putting her back down. "and how is my little grandson?" Joseph goes over to jotaro and pats his head, "m' fine.." Joseph chuckles before backing up, "Well, I have a friend I'd like you to meet Jotaro." Avdol walks over to Jotaro, "It's very nice to meet you Jotaro, I've heard a lot about you" Avdol gives Jotaro a warm smile. The slightly regressed teen stands up, "w-well- I still have to go to school today- b-before we leave"Holly tilts her head, "oh? you've haven't been set on going to school in awhile Jojo.." Jotaro turns away, "y-yeah well I'm going today.." and with that, the group walks off.

So, once they get home, Jotaro starts getting ready for school, "Jotaro are you sure you want to go to school today? you where really close to re-" "yeah. now shut it." Holly smiles, "ok!" Holly gives Jotaro a kiss on the cheek before he leaves the house. It doesn't take long for a swarm of girls to follow behind Jotaro. "jotaro! you look so handsome today!" "hey don't say that to him! he's MINE!" "no way, he looked at me yesterday at lunch!" "he did not! we was looking at ME!" "no me!" "no-" Jotaro turns to face them "WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP?!?" the girls stop for a split second before awing "ooooh he said that to me!" "no me!" jotaro turns back around "yare yare.." Jotaro manages to take enough turns that he looses the group of women long enough to rest. but before he could catch his breath, a young man bumps into him. "oh- I'm so sorry!" Jotaro sighs, "it's fine- just watch where you're going.." Jotaro studies the man, a red head? huh, that's interesting.. as the young man walks away, Jotaro notices something on the ground. Jotaro picks it up, upon further inspection,  he finds it's a pacifier, green with little red cherries on it. 

Jotaro runs over to the man who he assumed dropped it. "Hey! is this your's?" the red head looks at the pacifier before blushing, "n-no- uh- that's my baby sisters! m-must have brought it with me on accident!" he quickly snatches it out of Jotaro's hand. "that's way to big to be a baby's pacifier." the man looks away, "I-I-" Jotaro reaches into the pocket of his jacket, "hey, it's ok, I have one too" Jotaro slowly pulls out his own pacifier before putting it in his mouth "u don' gotta be so nervous bout' it.." the man looks back at Jotaro, "y-you regress to?" Jotaro huffs "nooo I jus' keep a pacifier in my pocket cause it gives me good luck, wat do u think??" the man chuckles, "yeah- sorry-" he puts his own pacifier into his mouth. Jotaro looks at him, "so do u gotta name?" the man nods, "ya, is Noriaki Kakyoin, bu' u can call me Nori if u wan'" Jotaro takes kakyoin's hand "Ok Nori, my name's Jotaro.. b-but u can call me Jojo, if u wanna" kakyoin giggles, "oki jojo!" Jotaro thinks for awhile, "u wanna go to my house an' do stuff?" Kakyoin shakes his head, "we gots ta go to school Jojo!" Jotaro nods slowly, "ya but I got goldfish at my house" Kakyoin gasps, "goldfishes?!? ya ya les go!" and so both littles go back to jotaro's house.

Once Jotaro's back home, he shows Kakyoin the inside of his house, "woah, ur house so cool!" "dank u.." Holly enters the room the littles are in "Jojo? I thought you said you where goi- awww, who's the little friend you brought?" Kakyoin blushes, "m-my name is Nori, m'am" holly kisses kakyoin's head, "well aren't you adorable? can I get you two anything? a snack? something to drink?" Jotaro nods, "both peas" (jotaro is much more polite when he's regressed). "ok honey, you and you're friend just hold tight and I'll get you something fixed!" Holly leaves the room, letting kakyoin and Jotaro entertain themselves. Kakyoin pulls out his little journal from his bag and shows Jotaro. "u did all dis?" kakyoin nods, "mhm! u like?" "ya, is real cool.." Kakyoin smiles. After awhile, Holly finally comes back with the littles snack, which includes goldfish, apple slices, and some peanut butter to dunk it in. She also brought them both sippy cups with apple juice. "dank u mama" "ya, dank u miss jojo's mama" Holly chuckles, "holly, dear, and you're both very welcome!"

After snack time, and some more playtime, Joseph wanders in, "I heard you decided to stay home after all Jotaro." Jotaro nods, "mhm.." Jotaro keeps playing with the plush shark he's holding, "then we can start packing for Egypt!" Kakyoin looks from Joseph to Jotaro, "u goin to Egypt?!?" "ya, we godda go see my great uncle for a playdate" kakyoin looks back at Joseph, "can I go?!" Joseph thinks for awhile, "I dunno, are your parents gonna be ok with it?" kakyoin looks away, "dat won' be an issue.." Joseph bends down to the little's level, "why not?" Kakyoin tears up, "I-I don' live with dem no more, dey foun' out bout dis and dey don' like me!" Joseph hugs Kakyoin, "oh I'm sorry bud, I didn't want to upset you, of course you can go." Kakyoin sniffles, "really?" Joseph smiles, "sure, but first I gotta know your name" kakyoin giggles, "oh ya! m' Kakyoin! but u can call me Nori." Joseph pats kakyoin's head, "alright then Nori, how would you like to go with us to Egypt?" "I'd really like dat!" Joseph looks at Jotaro, "how about it Jotaro?" Jotaro nods, "ya, we can go now." Joseph stands up, "alright! that settles it then! we're off to Egypt!" 

<---To be Continued----

End of part 1

(1266 words TwT I'm oki! anywho, I hope u all like dis so far, I hope I won't get too procrastinaty with de next part! anywhooo, see u thennn!)

(I tried to find a paci with a cherry but I couldn't :( )

[I'm so sorry I didn't realize how bad this pic looked, I promise I'll make another kakyoin paci pic sometime T^T]

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

☾꙳all the things I hate about you☀︎꙳pt.2

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Chandler Riggs x Fem! reader

Summary: you recently got booked for an acting job playing a character in the walking Dead, it just so happens that you play the love interest for a character named Carl Grimes played by Chandler Riggs, and you soon realize you two hated one another

Warning: swearing and mention of blood

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"Miss Y/n L/n, we are more than pleased to tell you that you have been excepted for the role of c/n (u can name ya character<3) we are happy to have you on our team, the first shoot will be in 3 months on October 24, see you soon!" my mom read, my knees hit the ground and tears dressed my cheeks in ribbons.

"I'M GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS WITH A FAMOUS PERSON!!!" f/n yelled hugging me I just sat there shocked almost as if nothing that was happening really happened. 'We are happy to have you a part of our team' that ran through my head over and over again. "Why are you crying?" F/n asked only making me cry more. "I don't know!!" I yelled and lunged into her hug. "I'm so jealous you get to meet Norman (the actor for Daryl) you HAVE to let me say hi to him I think I might actually pass out," he said, her obsession with Norman was always big almost as big as mine for Chandler. "I will," I said my voice still wobbly and breaking as I whipped tears from my eyes. "Y/n you got a... Twitter? The notification" my mom said handing my phone and almost immediately started screaming and jumping around like an idiot.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed looking at the notification then f/n looked at my phone. "Holy shit..." she said. "Language!" my mom yelled. I then ran upstairs and jumped on my bed only to scream and violently kick my legs as if the cutest boy ever just followed me...oh wait. "Don't you play his love interest?" f/n asked, my legs stopped and fell, and my screams quieted, only to scream louder and my legs to move faster and harder. "I GET TO BE CARL FUCKING RIGGS LOVE INTEREST" I screamed with probably one of the stupidest looks on my face. "Geez n/n calm down, oh but God PLEASE let me meet Norman," she said and I sat up remembering... Georgia... Oh. "Of course, I will f/n! As long as you take care of yourself, please promise me that" I said walking over to her and grabbing her shoulders. "I promise," she said and pulled me into a hug. "What if he has a girlfriend," I said and f/n started to laugh. "God would you calm down your never this talkative," she said in between laughs. "HOW CAN I NOT BE!? I'M LITERALLY GONNA MEANT SOMEONE I'VE ADMIRED SINCE I WAS 8!!!" I said and f/n started laughing more I then jokingly passed her my mother then came upstairs

"Hun, how are we gonna tell your father?" she asked. "Oh....simple we don't" I replied in a cold tone. "We can't just tell him," she said and I started to pick at my sick (cuticles). "He lives in Georgia anyway" I scuffed. "I guess your right," she said then walked out. As I felt the skin in my fingers rip and blood going on my nails. "Y/n your picking at your skin again," f/n said and I looked down to see a re-open wound on my thumb, I just walked into the bathroom and grabbed a band-aid to wrap around it, "sorry about that," I said putting on a small forced smile. "It's fine, YOU SHOULD POST ON TWITTER," she said and I immediately jumped on my bed and took a screenshot of the email (keeping out the parts where it shows who sent it), and opened Twitter.

@u/n

Thank you so much for this moment and over all opportunity

I then posted it and turned to look at my ceiling with an ear-to-ear smile. "Y/N F/N WE'RE GOING TO A FANCY RESTAURANT TO CELEBRATE BE READY AT 6" my mom yelled I looked at my phone '3:30' we still have a while, my phone vibrated and I look to see a notification

@/g/u/n (just put someone u don't like)

I cant believe YOU of all people got the part I feel bad for Chandler

She said and I felt my heart drop, I hated e/n (enemy name), we used to be best friends to the point where we went everywhere together, on trips to the beach and having sleepovers every week that was until middle school, then she changes she began hanging out with this group of girls that for some reason NEVER liked me and she quickly joined them. But we were still friends weird right? well not to her I soon found out she was only using me to get with the boy I 'liked' the more I really think about it the more I realize I didn't even love him, I liked the thought of 'loving someone I really don't think I've ever been in an actual relationship, I mean I've never even thought of what love feels like. "geez is that thing still on your ass" F/n asked and I nodded. "Y/n, you playing Chandler fucking Rigg's love interest she doesn't have anything on you," she said making me feel better

-time skip-

it was now 5:30 and I had just gotten out of the shower, "hey F/n what should I do with my hair" I asked while she was picking out our outfits. "um...just wear it down don't worry about it" she said, I then grabbed a curling iron and put it to my hair, when I was done I put on light makeup, mascara, foundation and a bit of blush. "alright Y/n I got your outfit!" f/n yelled and I walked out of the bathroom and back to my room to see an outfit laying on the bed with f/n standing over it proudly. it was a black dress with a slit down the side of it as well as black heels. "f/n you now have I feel about wearing things like this" I said a bit hesitant to wear something that shows so much skin and overall looked like it would attract a lot of attention. "you an actor now! act like it and plus this dress isn't even a lot it's so simple" she said and I sighed. "whatever you say" I said while grabbing the dress and heels. "you know you gonna have to get over your attention problem your playing in a show that more than a million people have watched, you are going to be the center of attention everywhere you go from now on" she said and I leaned against the backroom door. "I know," I said before closing the door and changing into the dress. when I walked out f/n was already changed and covered her mouth with her hands and stared at me. "stop staring!" I said getting uncomfortable for how long she had been looking at me, "not only is my best friend famous but she's also so incredibly beautiful, I've won at life," she said and I turned away in embarrassment. "shut up, if we're on the topic lets talk about how beautiful my best friend is," I said and she chuckled. "as always still can't take a compliment" she teased and I pushed her. "girls, its time to go," my mom said and I up on a brown overcoat and a cream scarf (remember this takes place in autumn). We then went to my mom's car and drove to a very fancy restaurant.

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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter I'll post the next one tomorrow!!

[beingfacetious]

OK. We're now really entering All-Time Favorites territory here. We're now pretty well past the point of reservation.

[women-are-hot]

Grab The Moment (Lena Oberdorf)

Summary: when y/n comes to wolfsburg, her and lena immediately gets a close relationship.

Warnings: just tons of fluff moments.

Note: this is a fic from my wattpad, but i changed a bit, since it’s a long time since i wrote it.

Today I have my first day in Germany with my new club, Wolfsburg.

I'm quite nervous, but also excited at the same time. I get to see my best friend Sofie Svava again, after a long time. We used to play in Brøndby together, but now we play on the danish national team together.

Sofie and one of her teammates called Lena is going to pick me up. I have just checked instagram to find out who is going to be my new teammates and they all looked very nice, but when I found Lena’s instagram, I almost choked on my water.

God, she is beautiful…and hot!

—

When I heard someone shout my name, I looked up and saw Sofie waving her arms like crazy with Lena standing and also waiting for me.

As I got to them, Sofie immediately gave me a big hug.

"Jeg har savnet dig så meget" (I missed you so much) Sofie said.

"Jeg har også savnet dig meget" (I've also missed you so much) I replied.

After a long and tight hug with Sofie, my eyes met Lena’s. When we shook hands I felt a rush coming inside of me.

"I'm Lena," she explained with a friendly smile.

Duh. I already know who you are.

"and I'm Y/n" I replied. ‘

She nodded, smirking while licking her lips.

“A beautiful name for an even more beautiful person” Lena said as she gave my hand a kiss, making my face go red.

“Lena, stop flirting with our new teammate” Sofie said and side-hugged me.

"Er du klar?" (ready to go) Sofie asked me.

"Jeg er klar" (I'm ready) I answered while nodding.

"Can you please talk in English? I don't understand the language you’re talking” Lena said and lightly chuckled.

"Okay. We can talk in English for you then” I responded as Lena just winked while smiling at me.

Girl, stop doing this to me...

—

On our way to my new house in Lena’s car, the two others talked a bit about my new teammates and how excited they were for me to start playing with them.

I knew that I was going to live with them, Shanice and Jill. Lucky for me, since I knew Shanice and Jill pretty well.

I know Jill, cause we’re been playing together for FC Twente for 2 seasons and then I know Shanice as we both have made lots of podcasts together and casually just started talking everyday.

So it's great to know them, because it's never boring with them!

—

As she stepped inside the door, I took a deep breath, since I’m pretty tired after the long flight and drive to the city.

"Shanice and Jill, Y/n is here. Come and say hi" Sofie yelled, making Jill and Shanice run out of the living room and towards me.

Shanice and Jill sprinted to me and literally jumped into me as I think they tried to hug me.

"Y/N/N" they both yelled.

"Hey to you too" I said and laughed at the two dutchies.

When we all stood up, Sofie and Lena looked confused at us.

"Do you know each other?" Lena asked, still confused.

"Of course I know Y/n. We have played together in FC Twente for 2 seasons" Jill answered.

They all then looked at Shanice, ready for an answer from her.

"Y/n and I had made some podcasts together and we also played against each other a lot on the international games, so we just casually started talking like normal humans would" Shanice explained, waving her hands in the air.

"I didn't even know this," Sofie mumbled to herself.

"Okay. Enough of this. I have a headache and I also have to pack out, so move out of the way dutchies” I said, pushing Jill and Shanice out of my way.

“Okay, boss,” Jill replied, laughing with Shanice. These two…

I took my suitcase and then went to my room

"I'm helping you," Lena yelled.

"Thanks Lena," I yelled back.

—

We then went inside my new room. It’s just a perfect small room for me.

"Why do you want to help me?" I asked Lena as I sat down on my bed.

Lena came and sat beside me.

"I thought that we could talk and I'm a very good person, right? '' she responded and laughed.

"I guess you are a very good person for helping me,” I said.

“Thank you Y/n” Lena replied, taking her hand to her heart ironically. 

“What do you want to talk about then?" I asked her while smiling.

"The good view in front of me," Lena answered confidently, looking right into my eyes.

My cheeks then again went red as I looked down at our hands that were slightly touching. 

"Don't look down, Let me see your beautiful eyes" she said, gently taking her hand to my cheek, lifting it up, so she could look into my eyes again.

She is so god damn beautiful…

She gently rubbed her hand on my cheek.

"You’re very beautiful, Y/n" Lena whispered.

—

We were going out for dinner tonight, since Jill said we should celebrate that I had finally decided to be her teammate again, so that's gonna be nice, since I already feel at home with all of them.

—

I have been in Wolfsburg for two months now and I love everything about it.

I love playing with my best friend Sofie again. I love that I’m finally playing with Jill again. I love playing with such a passionate player and a person like Shanice. I also really enjoy my moments with Lena, on and off the field.’

The last few months, I have got strong feelings for Lena, but I try to be professional with her as I am with all the others on the team.

Sofie and I are in the airport, waiting for the three other girls to come pick us up after a camp with the national team in Denmark.

Lena, Shanice & Jill were supposed to pick us up at the airport at 3pm, but it's 4pm now…

"Where are they?" Sofie groaned while trying to learn a new tiktok dance.

"Sweetheart, If I would have known, I would have run to where they were and killed them" I answered pissed, because I was pissed.

"You would only kill Shanice and Jill," Sofie teased me while laughing.

"Why am I your friend?" I asked her.

"Because you love me, darling" Sofie answered while I rolled my eyes at her.

"Sadly I do” I mumbled. Sofiethen  punched my shoulder gently and laughed a bit with me

—

After that we had waited 20 minutes more, we saw Lena, Shanice & Jill running to where we were.

I hugged Lena, because I missed her and she was the only one I wanted to hug at that moment.  I heard someone take a picture. I knew that it was Jill, so I turned around to face her.

"Nice of you to join us" I said, clearly annoyed.

"We're so sorry. We had maybe forgotten that we had to pick you two up. We just got home from our own flight" Jill said in one breath.

"It's fine, Jilly. It was just annoying and my ass hurts like shit for sitting on this shitty chair thing" I replied as we all laughed.

"We're just going to pretend that this never happened, huh?" Lena whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

“Am I making you nervous, Y/n?” she asked with a smirk.

Before I could answer, Jill luckily pulled me into a tight hug.

That was close…

—

Sofie, Lena and I sat in the backseats as Jill and Shanice sat in the front, singing to a few dutch songs.

I sat in the middle sadly. #notfun

Then I tried to lean into Lena and ended up with Lena, gently taking my head and laying onto her chest, running her fingers through my hair.

I feel so special with her...

—

When we were finally home, I got to my bedroom and laid down in my bed with my face into my pillow.

I was so tired that I almost fell asleep, but then I felt someone laid down beside me.

As I opened my eyes to see Lena’s beautiful eyes, I felt my cheeks get red once again.

"Hey" she whispered.

"Hi," I whispered back. Lena just smiled and took me into her arms

"I missed you," she admitted.

"I missed you too," I responded.

She began to run her fingers through my hair, since she does that a lot.

"I've actually had to ask you something," She said, a little nervous.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything" I respond softly, looking into her brown eyes.

"Just when you were at camp, I found out that I really like you. Y/n, you make me smile everyday and when you weren’t there with me. I felt lost. I just can't imagine that you will be away from me once again. Without being able to call you mine” Lena said with a gulp afterwards.

"What are you trying to say, Lena?" I asked innocently as I looked right into her eyes.

"I'm trying to ask if you wanna be my girlfriend," she answered.

I sat up and gasped.

"You don't have to say ye-" before she could finish I laid my lips on hers.

It took some seconds for her to find out what really was happening, but when she finally realized that I kissed her, she kissed back, making my heart race even more.

The kiss got more heated as Lena laid my back down against the bed and on top of me. Her fingers gently touched me under my shirt as my fingers ran through her hair.

As we both needed air, we stopped kissing. I laid my forehead against hers.

"Is that a yes?" she asked softly.

"A big fat yes" I answered as we laughed.

We then kissed again. 

I could really get used to this...

[umaruwastaken]

I wont leave you, I'm sorry. [short fluff & angst]

: hi, I'm Umaru! im very new to Tumblr and still don't know my way around the app, im pretty sure im missing something with the editing so if you have tips please do tell me :], enjoy!

Synopsis; Clay had announced his relationship with his partner,it was well until you received severe hate, clay was keeping in the anger and accidentally let it out on you.

!!TW!!:Shouting, cursing, panic attack.

↱💚Dream💚↰

→ You tucked your hair out of your face, staring intently in the ceiling... this week isn't the best week for you and your boyfriend.

everything started when he had told his fans about you and you guys' relationship, some were happy and supportive while others didn't take it too well, they were raging... you had received hate and death threats, you tried to remain calm and ignore it convincing yourself that they will forget about it in the next few weeks, but to your dismay, things have been worse, not just with clay's fans but with you two as well.

In the first weeks of getting severe hate, he was there and ready to shower you with comfort and affection, but he suddenly got too busy which makes you feel lonely, but of course you didn't wanna intrude with his career so you let him be, constantly trying to keep the relationship going through a lot of fights have occurred, it started getting worse where you won't even talk to each other without arguing... it was frustrating, but now you had decided that you wanna talk things out with him and fix the mess you both had created.

You're currently waiting in your room, clay's still streaming and have been extremely loud, you missed your chill days with him where you'd just cuddle and whisper soothing words to each other's ear but you haven't talked for the past days and if you do it'll just end up to an argument, You stood up from your bed figuring that he would end stream soon, so you decided to wait in the living room.

_------_------_

After a solid two hours, you had grown impatient, he hadn't left his room though you well know that he had ended his stream since you were watching it...

you sighed finally having the courage to scurry to his room with slight disappointment written on your face...

you had started making dinner and finished.

you knocked three times, waiting expectantly for an answer and receiving none... you knocked again and voiced out this time.

"Clay, dinner's ready," you mutter having hopes that he will answer this time.

sighing once again, you opened the door to see him faced in front of his setup, talking to his friends... he looked over your way with no expression.

"what?" he asked, coming out a little bit too rude for your liking despite waiting for him for 2 hours straight, you decided to be kind and not match his temper for today.

"dinner's ready" you softly mumbled at him.

he turned back to his computer "you go eat, ill come down later." he said before unmuting his mic to talk with sapnap and George once more.

"But, it's been hours and you haven't turned that pc off, you need to eat." he clearly heard your complaint but still chose to ignore you.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me, clay? come on, just this time eat with me," you whined.

"[name], just go... I said ill go down later, eat first." that was his response to your whine, your frown grew deeper as your patience starting to wear off.

"clay! just turn that off and eat."

"I said ill be eating later, go now," he said with a slight hint of annoyance, you can tell that he was running out of patience too... you were too exhausted and just wanted the hugs your boyfriend used to give you, but that computer was your rival, A COMPUTER.

"No, clay, your eyes need to re-"

"can you just shut the f*ck up and go eat for God's sake??! how many times do I have to tell you??! [name] stop being a brat and leave me the f*ck alone!!!"

At this point, you were holding back tears, you were very sensitive with yelling, you had heard something from his pc.

"what the fuck dream?" you heard a familiar voice, which was George.

you sniffled and tried to hold back tears as you wiped those who escaped. "ok... ill go, I'm sorry" you said quietly, taking your leave from his room, as soon as he was out of sight, you sprinted to your room and cried... you tried holding your mouth hoping for the sobs to not be as loud... the voices in your head started speaking.

'he hates you now'

'he'll leave like everyone'

'you were too annoying and clingy'

'he doesn't love you anymore'

'he's tired of you, brat'

she tried stopping them by pulling her hair, starting to have a panic attack.

_________

On the other hand, dream stood in his room functioning what had just happened, you two fought but none ever raised voices nor insulted you like that... he was shocked and shaking as tears threatened to fall from his eyes still hearing his friends nagging.

they had heard everything.

his body trembled thinking that you probably hate him now.

without thinking twice he left the call with nick and George before running out of his room towards yours.

he tried to twist the knob of course its locked, he knocked.

"[name]? baby? please let me in, I'm sorry, I meant nothing of those words! baby? open the door, love... [name] I'm sorry! open the door"

he stopped mid-way hearing her muffled sobs and whimpers.

he started to panic, he went away and grabbed his spare key to your room and frantically opened the door to see you silently crying on the ground, hugging your knees.

he knew how you reacted when a person yells at you, he knew damn well that you were sensitive yet he had failed to take care of you, his mind was full of regret.

tears started falling from his eyes, seeing how much he had hurt you, he was frustrated about the hate and the constant blackmails about being doxxed and shit.

He quickly went towards you and hugged you, he picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap.

"Baby, I'm so sorry!" he hugged you tighter rubbing circles on your back.

"I'm a jerk, [name] I'm sorry" he continued kissing the top of your head and held your face to try and face you.

he had seen your face that was stained with tears with a hurtful expression on your face.

"I hate you" you mumbled "I just wanted you to eat, that all" she cried

"I know, I'm sorry baby, I was just stressed... I was frustrated that the hate will make you leave me I'm so sorry!" he explained kissing your forehead, and wiping the tears off your face.

he rested your head on his chest whispering sorry all over and over again, you had stopped the tears and now you have a runny nose

"ill never do that again, [name], I love you... we'll face the haters and continue loving each other, ok? I'm still very sorry, so to make it up to you, we'll spend two days, cuddling! just us, I promise"

he said laying the two of you on your bed. he caressed your cheeks and kissed your nose before moving towards your lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he muttered all over and over kissing every part of your face.

he sighed contently taking a mental note

'must not shout at baby, must protect baby'

[suncakie]

[Two Birds on the Edge]

w/Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader

Day sixteen

31 Days of Haikyuu Masterlist. [🏐]

Theme. Reacting to you Flinching

Warnings. Cringe asf, Swearing, not proofread, angst ig?, Fluff

Notes. no, this sucks, it sucks so much so if I'm ever in the mood ill re-write it in something that makes more sense.

Iwa had a rough day today.

College finals sucks.

and the amount of work he had to do for his thesis project drains all his energy.

You on the other hand were just chilling on the sofa, Popcorn on one hand and the remote on the other.

You had graduated from college a year ago and it's your day off for three days(yes you're older)

Immaturily focusing on enjoyment rather than house chores.And with procrastination added, you kind of forgot to do the things you planned to do today.

Welp, good luck with that.

The sound of the Television blaring onto the screen muted out the sounds of the outside world for a second.

The Television, you, your conscience, and Keys were the only things you could hear.

Keys?

"Tadaima" you heard your boyfriend muttered out as he closed the door to your shared home.

"Okairi" you said back as you got up from the sofa, messily picking up the gathered clothes from the ground and going to the direction of the laundry room.

Iwa rose a brow as he starred at the Television screen playing, it was Adventure time "were you watching TV just then?"

You hummed as a response in the laundry  mat, raising your head up to look at Iwa "yeah I kind of forgot about doing chores, sorry"

Iwaizumi nodded, even though you can't see it, walking to his bedroom he freshened up for the day, he hasn't been home for two days, and its finally a relief to have a break from his works and to spend time with you(even though you have chores to do)

Collecting the bag of his dirty clothing, he walked towards the direction of the laundry mat, most simply, to you.

"Oh I can do it Haji" you commented when you saw Iwaizumi sorting out his clothes by the door.

Iwa shook his head as a no, vision still placed in the clothing "If I know I can do it ill do it, I also live in this house"

You starred at him in wonder, contemplating to let the man be or insist more, Iwaizumi could feel your eyes on him so he raised his head, eyes filled with care as he took small steps to you.

"I am sur-

A hand prompting up to your direction as you dropped down, Iwaizumi stopping his movement to stare at you.

"Y/n...?"

"Okay! Okay! You can wash your clothes! Just please don't hurt me!"

Iwaizumi's breath hitched as he glanced at his hands then to you, slowly clenching his fist and retracting it "N/n, I'm not gonna hurt you okay?"

You glanced up at him, worry and fear were sprinkled in your eyes "you're not mad?"

Iwaizumi shook his head as a response, slowly inching away from you but his arms held an inviting hug, letting you decide whenever or not you want to accept it.

"I'm never gonna hurt you"

You hesitantly stood up from your couching form, you look somehow, lost in Iwaizumi's vision.

Truth be told, never in your relationship he has ever seen you react to that, heck, he was scared as fck when you pleaded to him to not hurt you.

He was disgusted with himself for a moment.

"I'm uh"

Iwaizumi snapped out of his thoughts as his attention was brought back to you, fidgeting in your place.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it was out of habit and-"

"I should be the one apologizing to you" clearing his throat Iwaizumi repeated what he said in a more comforting and understanding tone.

"I apologize for making you uncomfortable" Iwaizumi gripped his neck unconsciously "I um...I know you don't want to talk about it now, but just so you know I am here if you're ready"

You starred at Iwa, registering your own thoughts "thank you"

"Huh?"

"Thank you for being so understanding"

Tears fell from your eyes as Iwaizumi rushed to your side to hug you close, it's not too tight, and you're aware of how you could let go any time.

Iwaizumi on the other hand, felt so relieved that you didn't let go since your relationship is relatively new(no not really it's like 9 months?) He will definitely make room for the two of you to bond more.

Day sixteen

@suncakie 31 Days of Haikyuu

[kelly-h]

CALL ME - PART THREE

Castle gently lay her down on his couch and hurriedly made his way to the closet, to grab a blanket. "Get you warmed up then I'll take you back to the Hospital." He said as he wrapped it around her. She grabs his arm then, winsing as a sharp pain shoots down her left side.

"Can't I stay here?"

"Beckett, you're injured. You could have caught pneumonia tonight, and I am no nurse!"

She smirked "You would look cute in a nurses uniform."

Usually he would welcome such a comment from her, but this was not the time. "Kate, this is not funny. You could have gotten yourself killed.. Twice!"

Seeing the seriousness on his face made her heart sink and the guilt set in. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she wipes a tear from her eye.

"I'll make you a hot drink."

When he returns, handing her the mug, he reluctantly say's "I will call the Hospital, you can stay in my room tonight, I will take the couch. But I'm taking you straight back in the morning!"

A little later Beckett gets snuggled up in Castle's bed. He is just about to say goodnight and leave the room when Beckett speaks..

"Rick, will you stay with me?.. Please?" Her heart beats faster as she waits for his reply, and his blue eyes stare into hers. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

Finally he replies "I'll be right back."

He returns a few seconds later having turned off the lights in the living area. He kicks off his shoes and takes off his trousers. Leaving him in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Climbs in behind her, leaving a couple of inches between them. She reaches back for his arm and wraps it around her making him move closer so they are spooning now.

"Goodnight Rick, thank you."

"Goodnight Kate... Always!"

They both drift off in a comfortable sleep.

The next morning after breakfast, Castle let Beckett take a shower, and gave her a sweater and some jog pants, that she needed to roll over at the waist.

"You ready to go?"

"Why can't I just stay here with you?"

"Told you last night. Come on, let's go!"

The journey to the Hospital was silent. Kate had her head resting on the passanger seat window, the odd tear escaping to roll down her cheek.

Back at the Hospital, they made their way back to Kate's room.

"I'm just going to talk to the Doctor. Be right back"

"Will you?" She whispered

Castle just looked at her and said "Don't go anywhere!" With that he left the room. Kate, sat on the end of the bed Playing idly with her fingers and couldn't help but wonder. Had she completely ruined everything with Castle now? These past few hours making her realise that she loves him. How her heart was breaking at the thought of not having him in her life anymore. She just couldn't bare that thought.

About 5 minutes later Castle re-enters the room, and for the first time since before the warehouse, he smiles at her "Let's go home."

She practically jumps from the bed, rushes to him, flinging her arms around his neck. Hugging him for a few seconds, so tightly then she pulls back, look's into his eyes and plants her lips firmly on his. They part for a second or two, stare into eachothers eyes and then Castle closes the gap between their mouths for another long slow and passionate kiss.

Castle and Beckett both know now, that they will be just fine.

THE END.