#so sad that no matter what nick will always think he’s not good enough

[embraceyourdestiny]

It’s soooo crazy that people truly believe nick’s real feelings are he wants to eat abi 😭 crazy as fuck you hear a guy say “you don’t care about me” and “easy pickings, right off the bone” in the same scene and yet focus on the second half while also conveniently forget he’s turning in to a RAVENOUS WEREWOLF. He’s being taken over by the wolf, who has an insatiable hunger because of the curse bestowed upon humanity after the actions of foolish, greedy humans. He’s the only one to transform in front of their (canon) crush, so it would make sense that the territorial, animal side would highten his uncertain, romantic feelings for abi even more and then become possessive because it doesn’t care about her feelings but nick’s feelings which the curse is amplifying and distorting through its hunger. take two seconds to think about it please. Nick is extremely insecure and was hiding his true feelings (the insecurity). That’s what we are supposed to gather from that scene. He was putting on an act of confidence but he truly believes abi, and based off what he says no one, doesn’t nor has ever cared about him. He thinks he doesn’t measure up. He thinks he has no worth because he doesn’t know his own worth. Nick is a very complicated guy and it’s so disappointing how people give the most surface analysis of him to this day, it’s a huge disservice. Remind me to never be cursed in front of any of y’all lest you think the monster inside me is speaking objective truth and y’all turn on me for it lol 😭

[hl-obsessed]

✨ FIC REC ✨ | 10-30k

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Snowed In by @germericangirl

(E, 15k) Harry wants to fly back home to London after visiting his family for the holidays but a snow storm causes his flight to get cancelled. What happens if the hotel only has one room left for him and the beautiful blue eyed stranger?

✨ Running Home To You by sincewewereeighteen

(E, 18k) Harry can’t help but look at his iTunes library. What he did not expect was to see his name there: Harry Styles, and a half-played album. He has to ask.

“What’s that you were listening to?”

“Oh, it’s this guy, uh- Harry Styles?”

“Hm. Is he any good? I’ve heard a lot about him.”

“He’s proper famous, isn’t he?” Louis smirks. “He’s good, believe it or not. Many people don’t give credit to teenage girls, but I don’t regret listening to him.”

“D’you have a favorite?”

“You’ve probably heard Sign of the Times, because everyone’s heard this song…” Louis checks his screen. “Don’t know. This is the best one musically speaking. But there’s something about this one,” he points at his screen, “From the Dining Table. It’s just so sad. Makes one wonder what this guy went through.”

“That tough?”

“Sad.” Louis replies. “Anyways. Don’t be prejudiced and give the pop star a listen. He’s really talented.”

OR: the one in which Harry and Louis take the same plane, and even though they're both sort of nomads, they end up finding a home in each other.

give you my fever by @thelovejandles

(E, 10k) x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first

If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night) by @fallinglikethis @all-these-larrythings

(M, 15k) Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important.

“This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.

On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”

 Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number."

Based on this Tumblr prompt: "Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au"

sweet, where you lay by @infinitelymint

(E, 27k) Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old succesful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.

or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them.

stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you) by @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 12k) Five times Louis and Harry get walked in on at the worst time, and one time Louis makes sure they don't.

✨ i'm a captain on a jealous sea by @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 15k) It’s not that Louis doesn’t like Nick. He is, if he’s being honest, kind of indifferent. Louis gets that Nick is just doing his job most of the time, being loud and prying, not having boundaries. But it’s just a little too much for Louis’ taste. Louis, who has learned over the years, when to be loud and when to know that coy is the game. But, it doesn’t matter really. He’s not required to like everyone, doesn’t have to make nice with them outside of having a camera shoved in his face. He can let Nick be Nick and it shouldn’t affect Louis at all.

Except.

What Louis actually has a problem with is the way Nick Grimshaw looks at Harry.

✨ some things fade (some never do) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 25k) Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

*

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

In a sky full of stars, be my Northern lights by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 13k) It's one of those nights there's nothing on the telly that Louis absently scrolls through Tinder. After swiping left on a bunch of profiles he comes face to face with a picture that stops him in his tracks. The picture is..almost sweet. It’s a boy with brown curly hair, wearing a very low cut yellow blouse, paired with a black jacket. He’s got a smile on his face and his tongue sticking out, but it’s not in any way lewd or suggestive. He just looks like he’s having a good time, and something about the innocence of it has him swiping right rather than left.

He’s barely checked the other pictures on the boy's profile before Tinder confirms that he’s got a match. The shots are so different from the pictures Louis is used to on Tinder - half naked boys who are smoldering at the camera - that he can’t help but smile.

It quickly turns into a frown when he opens up the message he’s just received.

Harry: Hello!

Harry: Thank you for swiping right

Harry: I have a proposition for you

Treat You Like A Gentleman by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 12k) 5 times that Harry Styles was unsatisfied by his dates, and one time Louis Tomlinson helped him find what he had been missing.

Sweet as Honey by TeamLouis

(E, 21k) Louis has always been shit at cooking. When he discovers Sweet as Honey on Instagram, owned by chef Harry Styles, he intends to mock him by recreating his recipes with his awful skills, posting photos on his own Instagram account, Nailed It. It's all fun until Harry asks to meet him.

✨💎 To Have Touched the Sun by @ireallysawanangel

(E, 12k) Louis has been taking suppressants ever since he first presented as an omega, and because of that, he has his heats dwindled down to just once a year. When he suddenly goes into heat in the middle of a supermarket only two months after just having one, he immediately knows something is wrong. It takes the act of a very kind stranger in that supermarket to change Louis' life forever.

Losing Focus Every Time You Speak by @causticsunshine

(E, 19k) “Harry,” he starts, his tone cautious, “what’s this I’m seeing?”

A roll of Harry’s shoulder and the thing catches the light again. “Hm? I dunno what you’re talking about, Lou,” he replies, voice suddenly strained.

Oh. So that’s how it’s going to be.

“This,” Louis reiterates as clearly as he can—by abruptly spreading Harry’s cheeks as much as he can through the confines of his knickers, in turn causing Harry to grunt and Louis to reveal a, fuck, a small bubblegum-pink gem in the shape of a heart, rimmed by a sliver of silver, “you remember now?”

“Oh.” All faux innocence. Louis removes his hands as Harry slowly pulls himself back up, a little red-faced and with a chunky throw in hand. “That? It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” Louis repeats, trying for gentle surprise.

Louis returns from an impromptu work trip and enjoys some long-awaited alone time with his favorite person. Lace knickers and a princess plug might have a role to play in things.

✨💎 Eyes on the Horizon by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(E, 12k) Freshly dumped, recently fired, and about to turn 40, Harry's friends insist on taking him skydiving to cheer him up. His younger and extremely fit instructor Louis makes him even more nervous than the idea of jumping out of a plane, but both may be exactly what he needs to turn his life around.

Waste the Night by @wicked-archer

(E, 12k) Harry is excited to finally see his favourite band in concert and his favourite person, the guitarist of the band, Louis Tomlinson. Little does he know what the night has in store for him.

✨ Prelude to Forever by @always-aqua

(M, 13k) @StylinHarry: So I kinda fell for a boy yesterday at #ChiPride. Kissed & fireworks went off. Literally. He’s a drama teacher. Goes by “Louis” but I prefer Sunshine. Very pretty. The prettiest. Got separated & I’m a fucking idiot who forgot to get his number. Anyone know him? #helpfindsunshine

Or, Louis and Harry meet at Pride in Chicago and spend the day falling for each other before getting accidentally separated.

Be Mine? by @softfonds

(E, 11k) Getting dumped the week before Valentine's Day wasn't in Harry's plans, and neither was being dragged to a concert to forget about it. But a sign Zayn brings manages to turn his night around in more ways than he hoped for.

Blinded by the Colors by @fallinglikethis

(M, 20k) After a heated fight with Harry, a maudlin, inebriated Louis Tomlinson questions his presence in his boyfriend's life. In fact, maybe all of One Direction would be better off if Louis had never been put in the band to begin with.

He never expected to wake up in a world where that's exactly what happened.

Or an It's A Wonderful Life Au where Louis Tomlinson realizes just how important he really is.

✨ Keep Me Closer by @zanniscaramouche

(T, 18k) Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around.

What he doesn’t expect is Harry to fucking drop.

Moonlight Minx by @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 15k) The one where an unexpected storm strands Harry on an island, Louis gets an unexpected house guest for the night, and love might just be the most unexpected thing of all.

Love On Air by @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 19k) The one where Louis doesn't have a type, no matter what Niall says, but if he did, it'd probably be the guy currently trapped in his radio studio and grinning back at him from across the desk.

✨ Every heart but mine by @rainblou

(E, 17k) In the years leading up to his presentation, Harry hoped that his soulmark would appear, that his soulmate would present first and Harry would have irrevocable proof that his other half was out there, waiting for him.

Years later, he's given up on waiting and with a heat coming up, his eyes are set on Louis Tomlinson to help him through it.

redamancy by @yu-taeil

(G, 10k) dystopian au.

Harry lives in a world where, at the age of 18, everyone gets paired up with a life mate, a perfectly compatible partner. When Harry gets Liam Payne as his soul mate, he thinks nothing of it. It must be true love, right?

But then he meets Louis Tomlinson, a 19 year old who is already partnered up. Harry starts to fall for Louis, and it is not unrequited, but it is against the law.

Harry had always known he’d end up breaking some rules, he just hadn’t quite imagined the magnitude of them.

Sooner or Later by orphan_account

(T, 12k) Louis suspected he might have a little crush. It was harmless enough. It wasn't as if he were any sort of threat to his sister's relationship with Harry, was it?

✨💎 I Just Wanna Give You Love by @lululawrence

(NR, 18k) Graham Norton appeared on the screen introducing his guests and out of nowhere, everything in Louis’ world was turned upside down.

Louis gasped as he intently took in the man on the screen, smiling and waving from his seat beside Sir Ian McKellen.

“Oh my God,” Louis said before it all sank in as to what it meant. “Holy fucking shit!”

“Louis William, you watch your mouth,” Jay said. “What has got into you?”

Feeling like a madman, his palms to his cheeks, Louis couldn’t help the tears of surprise, relief, and fear as he turned to his mum. “What colour are his eyes? What do you call that colour?”

“Louis, are you telling me that the man on the screen, Harry Styles, is your soulmate?”

Or the one where the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate, but Harry is world famous and Louis is...well...not.

Where Life Changed Us by ExiledQueenCatalog

(E, 22k) Omega Harry has a rare genetic disorder where he has no sense of smell. This has lots of odd effects such as him not being able to smell his own scent but most brutally, not being able to scent the way his inner omega desires. It also leaves him as a sort of odd-ball to the community, leaving him becoming touch starved as no one wants the omega who can’t scent. Until finally, he meets the right alpha.

Hint: I want to be yours by @greenblueish

(M, 11k) or, the one where Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by @absoloutenonsense

(NR, 26k) When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.

We Don't Need No Piece of Paper (From the City Clerk) by @2tiedships2

(M, 26k) Harry sat on his bed and stared at the pile of luggage by the door. This was really happening. He was being shipped off to America to get married.

In a matter of months, he would be bonded to an alpha his father had chosen for him. Someone that Harry knew nothing about. Not even his name.

Party Lines by @absoloutenonsense

(E, 25k) Louis works for a phone-sex operating company, collecting credit card information and transferring calls to different operators. On a particularly busy night, everyone is booked up, and one caller has been patiently waiting for more than a few minutes. In a split second decision –one he’s probably going to regret– Louis picks up the call himself.

*

Or Louis accidentally becomes a phone sex operator.

Losing That Reactive Spark by @crazyupsetter

(E, 11k) Prompt 73: ABO fic where Louis is cursed. He can’t touch anyone without a spark of electricity going through his body, causing him to blackout. He meets Harry, the only one the curse doesn’t work on for some reason.

(Gimme a Solution and) Watch Me Run With It by @lululawrence

(NR, 21k) This second, this minute, this hour, this day... hell, this week the trend was for Harry to feel overwhelmed. He was having a hard time not drowning in all of the responsibilities he had heaped upon himself and it had exhausted him. Beyond that, really. He had gotten to the point where he didn't even remember why he used to be so focused on getting back on stage every night.

Fine. Maybe this trend had been going on for even longer than a week. It might have even been months.

Harry is getting dangerously close to his breaking point, and that is when things start to change, starting with a favorite childhood sweet a member of the touring crew leaves for him in his dressing room.

Catching a Partner by berzerkshires

(M, 25k) This documentary follows the story of two people who fell in love in the last place you'd expect. Louis is a detective at the Boston Police Department investigating a trail of recent murders. Harry is the latest victim who survived an attempted murder and is sent to live at a safe house with Detective Tomlinson as the killer is still at large.

This is their story.

No Place I'd Rather Be by @iamasphodelknox

(E, 29k) Harry's had a crush on his stepfather's friend for six years. A small crush. A tiny crush.

Honestly, if you don't look at Harry's dozens of poems about Louis Tomlinson, the crush is practically infinitesimal. They haven't even had a conversation.

But then a car wreck prompts them to finally have a conversation.

Christmas works its magic, Harry pines, Louis fonds, and they just might make it.

baby shut your mouth and turn me inside out by ballsdeepinjesus

(E, 10k) Harry and Louis meet in a mcdonalds. louis is everything harry needs.

The Joke's Always On The Joker, Baby by @greenfeelings

(M, 16k) It’s all about an anonymous one-night stand that turns Harry and Louis’ lives into a rom-com cliché, provides Liam with the perfect opportunity to finally approach the man of his dreams, and confirms Niall that he’s always right.

Hold You With My Hands Tied by @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 12k) "There’s a club in town called Habit, and they’re looking for a bartender to cover evenings and weekends. No previous experience required."

Harry furrows his brows. He’s never been to Habit, but he certainly knows what type of club it is. BDSM.

It’s not the ideal position for an Omega surely, but beggars can’t be choosers he supposes. He tilts his head to the side. “And they would be ok with an Omega filling that role?”

Janet scans her eyes over the job description before nodding. “Yes, actually it says here Omegas are preferred but not required.”

Harry sighs.

“When do I start?”

(Or the one where Omega Harry loses his bakery job and is forced to take a temporary position bartending at a local BDSM club. It turns out to be not so bad. Especially when he catches the eye of the owner Louis, who also happens to be a gorgeous Alpha).

if you show up there then you know I will too by @harrybirthdaytoya

(M, 11k) Everyone in Louis' life keeps getting married, but he's almost 30 and single. (He's also grumpy about it). Harry sings in a wedding band, and Louis may have a bit of a crush.

I've Always Liked the Fireworks by QuickedWeen

(T, 12k) When alphas and omegas reach the age of twenty-one they are required to attend a Proving Day ceremony. Omegas watch as alphas do their best to compete in events, show off their skills, and prove how good a mate they can really be.

The whole thing is a bit ridiculous, but Louis Tomlinson has always dreamed of finding his mate. He's got two unsuccessful Sheffield Proving Days under his belt and decides to go for the much more competitive one in Manchester. His goal is to play his best, leave it all out on the pitch, and hope that one of the omegas watching just happens to be his mate.

Hold My Heart by Awriterwrites, phdmama

(E, 14k) Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

Torn On The Platform by conscious-ramblings

AU where harry and louis are strangers but they always get the same train to work in the morning and one day harry falls asleep on louis’ shoulder. louis wants to be annoyed because harry just broke a least seven rules of tube conduct but he looks so soft and peaceful that he just lets him sleep and wakes him ever so carefully when it’s his stop. it happens again and again until it becomes a regular thing where louis will let harry snooze and then gently nudge him awake, hand him the cup of coffee he took from him so it wouldn’t slip and spill everywhere and send him off with a “have fun at work, love” and after the tenth time harry isn’t even embarrassed anymore.

Cue changing work schedules, missing each other for the first time in weeks, panicking because “i don’t even know his name, why didn’t i ask for his name”, dramatic waiting on platforms and finally bumping into each other again when they least expect it

✨💎 Tell Me Your Secrets, Teach Me Your Ways by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 23k) The day after turning eighteen, Omega Prince Harry is expected to meet with eligible Alpha suitors. It's a day he's been looking forward to all his life, desperate for romance and yearning to find his mate.

What he doesn't expect to find, however, is that he's one half of a historic soul-tied union: a phenomenon last seen over a century ago. Luckily, his future mate is everything he ever dreamed of finding.

But... that's just the problem. Louis makes Harry feel things he's never felt before and has no way to describe. He knows that once they're married, he and Louis are meant to mate, but what that actually entails is a mystery…

Who better to ask about these feelings than his mate-to-be?

AKA: A regency-ish royalty AU featuring overeager soulmates who maybe give into temptation a little too much on their secret journey of sexual discovery.

The way you move for me baby (lights me up like nobody else) by @thechavier

(M, 12k) Those green eyes found him again and he struggled thinking of what to say.

"You look beautiful in that dress" It's what he landed on. (...) "You know I wrote a song back in the day called little black dress?"

He didn't imagine the little spark in his eyes, nor the pleased smirk on his lips, nor the tongue peeking out to wet them.

"Why do you think I chose it for tonight?"

or the rolling stones awards au

Talk Dirty To Me by BriaMaria

(E, 13k) Or the one where Harry is absolutely terrible at dirty talk so he asks his best friend to teach him. And the one where Louis knows it's a catastrophically bad idea but agrees anyway.

Because Sparrows Mate For Life by @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome

(E, 24k) Harry’s tattoo gets done all wrong, and he needs someone to fix it.

Bend Like a Hairpin by @letthemusicmoveyou28

(M, 26k) Or the one where FBI agent Harry Styles screws up in a mission and he has one more chance to save his career. He’s going undercover as a stripper to investigate a strip club suspected of money laundering. There’s just 2 problems: 1) Harry can’t dance, and 2) he might be falling for the club’s owner Louis, who just happens to be the prime suspect.

Celebrity Discount by @loaded-gunn

(T, 27k) Louis fell for Prince Harry when he was ten and Harry was eight and peeked behind the Queen’s elegant gown for his first public appearance—a shy smile and a mess of curls. He fell for him when he caught Lottie putting up a magazine cover of Harry on her wall and all she had to say for herself was, “He’s such a good person, yeah?” and, yeah. He fell for him when Harry gracefully accepted his demotion. He fell for him when Harry came out and stayed out.

tonight's not over (come over and stay) by @adoredontour

(E, 17k) Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?”

Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password.

“No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?”

“Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis.

“Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?”

or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

where sirens fear to tread by @stylinsoncity

(M, 28k) in the royal line, there are only a select few sirens with the ability to transform into humans once a month. harry is one of those sirens. he mostly sticks to the rules. when he's on land, he reads his books. he buys copious amounts of ice cream. he keeps to himself. that is until he meets a lifeguard named louis working at one of the luxury resorts on St Barts. and unfortunately, harry doesn't know the rules about falling in love at all.

✨💎 When The Stars Come Out by @briannamarguerite

(E, 30k) Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis' waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?

He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.

In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.

[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma's boyfriend for her horrid cousin's wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]

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part 1 (+50k) | part 2 (30-50k) | part 4 (<10k)

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts FINALE

Rest of the parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, smut, p in v, female!receiving, a few time skips, long chapter, fluff, super cute, I dk what else!) not proofread!

A/n: Hope you enjoy this finale!! I’ve had so much fun writing this series! I hope y’all loved it as much as I did! I don’t know if I’ll do any more series’ this long but maybe!? Thank you all for 500 followers and for supporting me and my work no matter what! More to come in the future..

We get back to their house and we walk into the front door, Chris and Nick are waiting there. “There you guys are I was worried.. what’s up with you?” He looks over to Matt whose face is scrunched up in pain from his ribs, which is only getting worse as he walks. Matt just walks up the stairs slowly.

“You okay?” Chris cups my face in his hands and wiped my tear stained cheeks. “I will explain everything to you boys okay?” Marylou spoke softly leading me Chris and Nick in the living room, I fall behind with Nick. “how’s Oliver?” I ask Nick and he smirks, “he’s coming over in a week to meet my parents, he might feel less anxious if you’re here?” I nod, “yeah I’ll be here.”

We all sit on the couch as Marylou explains everything that went on, I add parts aswell and both of their faces kept switching up. Marylou said the ‘glasses boy’ bit and Nick stifled a laugh, “I’m sorry but glasses boy is hilarious.” I laugh too, “we all laughed about that afterwards don’t worry.” Chris wraps his arm around me and pulls me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry I wish I was there.” He places a kiss on my cheek, “it’s okay.. I said for you not to come it’s not your fault.” I lean my head on his shoulder. “I’m going to my room before I puke everywhere ok?” Nick spoke and left the room, “we should go upstairs too.” Chris said, smiling slightly. Marylou hands me the bag of clothes, “in the spare room there’s some drawers you can put those in.” She smiles.

“I know what you’re planning Chris just.. be quiet.” She cringes at the thought but chuckles before walking to the kitchen. “What’re you planning Christopher?” I tap his chest lightly and he shrugs. We both laugh before walking upstairs.

I put the bag of clothes in the spare room, quickly shoving them in the drawers, Chris helping me. We walk into his room and he closes the door behind me.. his arms wrap around my waist from behind, “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He breathes into my neck. I sigh, “it’s okay, it used to happen every day.” He starts to place gentle kisses on my neck, “let me help you forget about that.” He continues to kiss my neck, sucking slightly.

I move my neck so he gets better access to it, he leaves slight marks but I don’t care. All I care about is being in this moment with him. He spins me around to face him and he kisses the tip of my nose, “you’re so beautiful, don’t let anyone make you think you aren’t.” He moves the hair out of my face and kisses my lips gently.

Those words he spoke made tears prickle at my eyes, not from sadness but just due to the fact Evan and my father always made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, and that I was ugly. Chris notices my teary eyes, “hey.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.” He cupped my face in his hands, “no you didn’t I was just remembering stuff.” I kissed him back softly.

“Keep your focus on me and I’ll try to help you forget it, at least for a little while okay?” He reassures me as he plays with the strap of my vest. “You can take it off.. and my bra this time.” I breathe out. “Okay mama.” He whispers and lifts the vest over my head.. leaving me in just my bra, he looks at me for approval and I nod before he unhooks my bra revealing my bare chest.

His eyes stay glued to my chest and i start to get nervous as I cover up with my hands he grabs my hands and kisses them. “I didn’t think you could get any more perfect.” He smiles at me. I feel myself relax, “Thank you Chris.. for literally everything you’ve done for me.” I say as he removes his shirt so I don’t feel singled out.

I lay back on the bed and he removes my pants and underwear. He smirks at me before dipping his head down between my legs and pressing his tongue against my clit, my eyes widen at the sensation, “oh fuck.” I spoke, Chris giggled from between my legs, swirling his tongue around me causing my head to throw back.

His tongue prods at my entrance before he pushes it in slightly. He looks up at me from between my legs and he looks so hot his mouth hidden by my heat. “You’re pretty.” I moan out quietly. I feel him chuckle against me, I feel my thighs close around him and my back arches. “I’m close Chris.” I whimper out.

He quickly removes his head from between my thighs and I whine from the loss of pleasure. “What..” he cuts me off by standing up and unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down, discarding of them and his boxers and putting on a condom.

“I’m gonna make you have the best orgasm okay.” He breaths out and I nod rapidly, just wanting some sort of touch and pleasure. He pumps his cock before lining up with my entrance and pushing in, it was easier this time, it didn’t hurt at all and it felt so good.

“Can I try something?” He smirks at me, “yeah?” I say through moans. He removes himself from inside of me again, but this time flips me over so I’m on my front, my face down and ass up, he pushes back into me causing me to grip the sheets infront of me, “I thought you were gonna put it in my ass,” I sighed, “I didn’t want that.” I laughed biting my lip to hold back my moans.

“I’m not into that shit don’t worry baby.” He chuckles, continuing his thrusts into me. “Harder.. please.” I moan out loudly, his hand comes around to cover my mouth, “okay but shhh.” He shushes me, he starts to pound into me harder causing me to grip the sheets so hard that my knuckles are turning white.

I put my face in the pillow to hide my moans as I feel the knot in my stomach tighten again. I moan loudly but the pillows muffles it as Chris pounds into me from behind, “such pretty noises.” He groans. From the way his cock twitches inside of me I can tell he’s close.

“I’m gonna cum.” I moan out. Chris continues to pound into me, his tip hitting my g spot with every thrust. “Fuck..” I scream out as I feel my orgasm hit me, and arousal leaks around his cock. Chris places a gentle slap to my ass before he comes undone inside of me, the condom catching everything.

He pulls out, falling on top of me. “That was the best orgasm.” I breath out, “yeah..” he moans lightly against my skin.

He stands up after he’s gotten some energy and discards of his condom in the trash can in his bathroom, he walks back over to me and flips me over so I’m on my back. He rests his head on my tits, planting gentle kisses around them.

“Fuck I love you.” He spoke against my skin. My eyes widen and I sit up slightly, “you love me?” I ask again trying to make sure I heard correctly, he lifts his head and smiles at me, his face tired. “Yeah.” He spoke before putting his head back down on my chest, breathing deeply.

I smile to myself. “I love you too.” I rub his head and a content sigh comes from him.

A year later

We all sit up to the restaurant table, on my side it’s Chris me, Oliver and the other side, Jimmy Marylou and Matt. Nick is sat on the end of the table next to Oliver. About half a year ago Chris Nick and Matt thought it’d be a good idea to start a YouTube channel, little did any of us know that it’d be as popular as it is, they’ve gained like 500k subscribers in half a year.

We graduated not long ago but none of us decided to go to college, except Oliver. Him and Nick are going strong and Marylou loves him, I’m so happy for them, me and Chris are still in love. Evan wasn’t happy at graduation and tried to start drama but Jimmy intervened and scared him off.

Matt is still just Matt, he’s single but he’s happy like that for now, he taught me how to play Pokémon Go and now I’m hooked, sometime me and him will go on walks to just find Pokémon, it’s nice though.

“So when’s the wedding?” Nick asks me and Chris, causing laughs around the table, “we’re too young to even think about that right now Nick.” I chuckle and Chris agrees, “maybe in a few years I’ll pop the question.” He smirks, nudging my elbow.

Recently me and Chris found something out that we were not expecting at all. None of his family knows and I don’t even speak to mine so they won’t find out.

About 3 months ago me and Chris got up to business.. but we were desperate to do it and just ditched protection (I don’t recommend) I started having symptoms of a pregnancy and just to be safe Chris bought a few tests, I did 3 and all of them read Pregnant. I cried when I found out, a mixture of happiness but also sadness due to the fact we’re 19.

Chris has been so supportive and excited, knowing that we can support this kid with the money he’s earning from that youtube channel. We are planning on letting people know today at this dinner but I’ve been so anxious, my bump is growing slightly so I’ve had to resort to wearing less tight clothes.

“So any cool stories or something?” Jimmy asks, breaking me out of my daydream, I look at Chris and he looks at me smiling, “not now, give it a minute.” I whisper to him, excitement plastered over his face.

“Well I caught a shiny sphiel while we were waiting to be seated.” Matt shrugs, “wait that’s so cool.” I say to him, “Why do you always manage to bring up Pokémon Go everywhere we are?” Chris laughs, “two Pokémon nerds right here.” We all burst into laughter.

“What were you two whispering about before that?” Marylou smiles at us, “uhh..” I say, “please can I say? Please?” Chris practically begs, and I nod. “Okay,” he breathes out, “everyone needs to be listening right now.” He spoke, looking at Nick and Oliver who were talking between themselves.

They stop talking and look at us, “a few months ago we found something out,” I start to say before Chris interrupts me happily, “y/n is pregnant!” He bursts out. I chuckle nervously awaiting everyone’s reactions, all of their jaws drop. “Really?” Marylou squeals excitedly, I nod. “That’s amazing! I’m gonna be a grandma!” She gets out her seat and hugs me from around my shoulders.

“Woah.” Matt says, “can I dress it up as a Pokémon?” We all start laughing, “again with the Pokémon?” Chris asks him and Matt shrugs, “sure you can Matt.” I say and smile at him.

“I’m gonna be the fun uncle for sure.” Nick butts in, “what I’m fun!” Matt argues back causing us all to laugh, “I’m proud of you kid.” Jimmy says to Chris, “you’ve come a long way.. you’re a good influence on him.” He turns to me, I smile and tears come to my eyes. “Awe sweetie don’t cry.” Marylou says smiling gently.

“Sorry it’s like all of these hormones and stuff I don’t know.” I start to cry fully, Chris laughs softly before pulling me into a hug. He plants a kiss on my forehead before wiping away the tears. Oliver rubs his hand on my back comfortingly.

“Is it just one kid or twins? Because twins would be common for you both,” jimmy starts, “knowing that I’m a twin and obviously you three are triplets.” He looked at Matt, Nick and Chris. “I’m not sure but I just hope the baby is healthy.” I smile. “Imagine if you have triplets.” Chris laughs, I shoot him a glare.

“I wouldn’t have triplets would i?” I nervously ask Marylou, “they would be a possibility but I don’t think so sweetie.” She tries to reassure me. I nod, Matt clears his throat before speaking, “uh y/n..” I look at him confusion on my face, “yeah?” His eyes focus behind me, “isn’t that your mom?” I feel my heart drop as I turn around.

Matt wasn’t lying, my mother is standing by the entrance, her clothes wet from the rain outside. We lock eyes and her gaze softens, she starts to walk closer to me I swallow harshly as Chris grabs my hand gently.

“Hey honey!” She spoke enthusiastically, her words slurred. She was drunk. “Hi.” I say coldly, “you all seem like a happy family.” She said, motioning to us all. “Yep.” I nod.

“You left me, with that monster.” She hissed at me. “What?” I reply, “I lied.. he didn’t change.” She huffed, “you told me he changed and I knew he didn’t.” I say coldly, “I didn’t leave you.. you gave up on me.” I add on. “Come on, can I buy you a drink from the bar? To make up for it.” She slurs.

I scoff, “oh yeah a drinks gonna fix everything!” I sarcastically say, “no, I can’t have alcohol mom I’m 19 and also..” I cut myself off. “Also what sweetheart?” She leans on the chair behind me for stability, the smell of alcohol filling my nose.

“I think you should leave, you’re making the girl uncomfortable.” Jimmy pipes up, my mom rolls her eyes, “at least text me sometime, I miss you.” She spoke softly, stumbling out of the restaurant.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, “I’m sorry, I don’t know how she knew I was here.” Chris’ hand rubs the small of my back. “It’s okay y/n don’t apologise.. let’s get the bill.” Marylou smiled. “Thank you.” I spoke to Jimmy, “no worries kiddo.” He nodded.

We get the bill and return to the minivan Matt and Jimmy in the front, me Chris and Marylou in the middle and Nick and Oliver at the back. I feel myself getting tired so I rest my head on Chris’ shoulder and doze off.

Few months later..

“What if somethings wrong with the baby?” I nervously ask Chris as he rubs my growing bump. “It’ll be okay y/n, I promise.” I sigh. “Y/n?” The nurse asks me, “we’re ready to see you now.” She smiles and me and Chris follow her into the room, I lay down on the bed thing and she applys the cold ultrasound gel.

“Any strange symptoms?” She asks me and I shake my head, “nope just all the usual ones, morning sickness, discomfort, you know.” I chuckle softly, she nods “good,” she starts the ultra sound and we see the baby on the screen, except it looks strange. “Why does it have two heads.. are we have a mutant baby.” Chris asks with confusion and slight fear.

“No,” the nurse chuckles and moves the ultra sound device to a different place, “there’s two babies, twins, did the other nurse not tell you.” She smiled at us and I feel my eyes well with tears and Chris laughs excitedly, “Twins?!” He stands up and moves around the room, “holy shit, nobody told us.” He jumps slightly before sitting back down.

“Twins? Oh my god.” I giggle slightly, tears still in my eyes, from happiness. “Do you wanna know the genders?” The nurse asks us and I look to Chris, “it’s up to you baby.” He smiled reassuringly, “yes please.” I say to the doctor.

“This one is a..” she moves it again, “boy..” I see Chris celebrate from the corner of my eye, “and this one’s a girl! One boy one girl, best of both.” The nurse smiles softly, “Oh wow,” I say grinning widely, “this is the best day ever.” Chris said and grabbed my hand.

5 years later..

“Be careful with that!” I call out to our 4 yr old daughter Magnolia, we call her Lia for short. I hear her giggle as she runs out the kitchen. Me and Chris were able to buy a house with the money he’s making from YouTube, it’s a nice house, 4 bedrooms one for Lia, one for Benji (Benjamin), one for us and a spare for Nick and Matt or whoever stays over.

Chris comes in with both the twins under each arm, their cute giggles filling the room. “Momma how old is daddy?” Lia runs over to me after Chris puts her down. “He’s 24, why baby?” I lean down and ask her, her dark blue eyes widening as she runs back over to Chris, “old man!” She yells at him, he turns around quickly and starts chasing her, her laughter only getting louder as he catches up to her and picks her up.

He swings her around and places her back down, Benji tugs at my leg and I look down, he’s always been less talkative. “What’s up Benji boy?” I kneel to him and he hugs me, “awe baby thank you.” I kiss his cheek. “You is pretty mama.” He smiles, Benjamin’s eyes are more unique to Lia’s because on one of Benji eyes, half of it is brown.

I feel my eyes well with tears at his words, “why cry?” He asks, poking my cheek where the singular tear falls “You made mommy happy, they’re happy tears honey.” I pull him into another hug and pick him up. “I wanna play cars with Benji please momma.” Lia waddles over and I place Benji down, “go play nicely both of you.” I kiss both their foreheads as they run into the living room.

Chris walks up behind me and hugs my waist, “those are our kids.” He breathes deeply, “yeah.” I smile. “I’m proud of us, mainly you.” He plants a kiss to my cheek. “I love you.” I whisper, “I love you too ma.” He turns me to face him and kisses me softly.

“I’m gonna film a video with Nick and Matt later if that’s good with you.” He asks me and I chuckle, “it’s perfectly fine, the kids aren’t babies anymore it’s not as hard in the nights.” I lean my head on his chest. Their channel has succumbed over 8 million subscribers in the past 5 years or more, I’m so proud of them all. I’ve been in some videos but not a lot, I’m definitely known and the fans ‘love me and Chris’ apparently.

We’ve decided to keep our kids off the internet but if anyone sees them in real life it’s fine, we just want to wait for them until they’re old enough to decide if they wanna be on camera and stuff.

Last year Chris proposed to me, he had Nick and Matt near us to film and take photographs so we could have the memory, he proposed to me in that cute little cafe we went on our first date in. I cried, he cried and I think Matt cried, but I said yes and we’ve been planning the wedding for a few months, I know we’re young but we know what we want in our future.

1 year later

“Do you Christopher Sturniolo take Y/n L/n to be your lawful wedded wife?” The priest spoke, “I do.” Chris smiled widely, his eyes glazed over. “Do you Y/n L/n take Christopher Sturniolo to be..” I cut him off due to happiness and excitement, “I do!” I grin, “okay you may now kiss the bride.” He said and Chris didn’t waste a second before he pulls me in for a kiss.

After about 5 seconds we pulled away from the kiss. “you look beautiful.” Chris starts to cry, “You look so handsome.” I feel my eyes tear up too before he kisses me again softly and we walk down the aisle.

We sit up to the large table reserved for family and us and we eat the cake, Magnolia is sitting on my lap and Benjamin on Chris’, tucking into their own smaller slices of cake. “You should eat something other than cake kids.” Chris laughs and they both shake their heads in unison, “everything else is yucky, cake is yummers!!” Lia yells, people turn to look at us and chuckle softly.

“Best day of my life,” I whisper to Chris. “Best day of my life too baby.” He leans in and kisses me, “ewww.” Benji says, causing us both to chuckle.

“I love you.” I say to him.

“I love you too, I’m gonna show you how much I love you at the honeymoon.” He teases.

“Chris!” I look at the kids and back at him before raising an eyebrow.

“I mean it.” He smirks. “Where’s my babies!” Marylou walks over to us, from just getting herself a slice of cake, “Gramma!!” They say in unison and hop off of our laps and running to hug Marylou.

It’s time to make speeches and everyone’s done theirs except me, I start mine, “thank you all for being here today, it’s been such an amazing day and I couldn’t ask for anything more,” I look at Chris and the kids, “I’m so happy with the family we have and I’m so grateful to Marylou and Jimmy for helping with the kids whenever they can, and to Nick and Matt for being such good and fun uncles to the kids, I’m sure they appreciate it.” The kids are nodding rapidly causing people to laugh.

“As for Chris, I love you so much, I’m so happy we met and I’m glad we’ve got the little family we have now, you always help me through everything, even the problems I had with my family those years ago. You’ve constantly supported me and I’ve supported you through everything and I love you for that. You’re such a good father to the twins and I’m proud of you.”

Chris stands up and hugs me, I hand him the mic as it seems he wants to speak, “I love you too baby, thank you, I love how our love story is something some people find impossible, how we started off dating in high school and it’s blossomed to this.” He kisses my cheek.

“I guess you could say we’re High School Sweethearts.”

Everyone claps at the speeches and Chris kisses me before we sit back down.

Oh how I love that man.

A/n: Omg omg omg omg! I hope you guys loved this finale! Sorry for all the time skips I just wanted to go through different times without having to write separate in depth parts! Also if you wanna change the kids names in your heads feel free too lol I just thought of random names that had cute nicknames! I’m so happy with the support I’ve had on this series and I love you all! I’m gonna start to write more one shots and stuff! I’ll try complete the series Mine but it may take a while as motivation is low! But ily all thank you!!

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[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 4

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1,332

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), fluff, PDA, fake dating chaos, mention of cramps and throwing up because of the pain, bad sex joke, use of emojis (I have no clue how else to explain the exact reactions other than the emojis), drinking/being drunk (I’ve never been drunk, so forgive me if my portrayal is off), Not Edited

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve literally been locked in my room for two weeks with no motivation. I really hope that y’all like this chapter. I’m also hoping to work on some other stuff coming up soon. 😁

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

Nick and Matt stood at the island as me and Chris walked into the kitchen. I caught Nick’s eye as I set down enough food to feed a small militia. He just stares.

Matt hits him in the shoulder, prompting him to give him a dirty look before speaking. “I’m sorry…” He looked like he wasn’t sure what all he needed to apologize for. “I’m sorry that I punched you” he nodded toward Chris. “I’m sorry that I made you cry, I feel really bad about that.” He averts his eyes, and I think I see a small glint of shame.

I physically can’t stay mad at him, and I make it very obvious when I envelop him into a rib crushing hug. He whispers a small thank you in my ear before I walk back to the other side of the island to unpack the food. As I start unpacking breakfast I feel arms wrap around my waist, and a chin resting on my shoulder.

I freeze up, and Chris mumbles a quick “is this okay?” Into my hair. I look around realizing that Matt and Nick don’t even notice, much too invested in their food to care. I nod my head, trying to will the rosy shade to leave my face.

I’m failing miserably.

after breakfast me and Chris went upstairs to watch a movie in his room. Matt was quick to respond in the worst way possible.

“Sock that wang before you bang… and please be quiet, I don’t want to hear my brother doin it”

Y/N: 😨

Chris: 😮

Nick: 😟

Matt: 😁

needless to say, me and Chris practically teleported upstairs and away from that mortifying experience. We enter his room in a fit of laughter, practically collapsing onto the bed.

After a second I noticed that Chris had stopped laughing… his laughter is addictive, and I already missed it. I turned to see him staring at me with a look in his blue eyes that I couldn’t quite grasp. He looked happy and sad and something else all at once.

“What?” I giggled as I said it, still thinking about what Matt said only a few minutes earlier.

“are you doing okay?” This question again… I never know what to say when people ask me that. Right now I’m doing great… but in 30 minutes, or a week, or even a month I might break down again.

that’s never the answer that people want. They want something simple, yes or no. He stares at me patiently waiting for my response, it makes me feel bad for not having one.

“I’m okay right now…” he gives me a quick nod before speaking again.

“Okay, will you tell me when you aren’t doing good?” Why is he offering this, he doesn’t want to deal with me. “You need a safe space, and you clearly aren’t going to tell Nick. Let me be your safe space.”

“okay”

With that we got comfy on his bed and found a movie.

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things carried on like this for months.

doing good.

going down.

running to Chris.

repeat.

he was always so sweet and caring. He would hold me while I cried Myself to sleep, he would walk me home early from an event if I wanted to leave, he would hold my hair back and get me a heating pad when my cramps got bad… no matter what, he was there. He had also started being more touchy in public, leaning into the fake relationship for those around us. It made me feel things that I tried to avoid for years.

I think I hate him… how DARE he make me fall in love with him, knowing that none of this is real. How dare he kiss me at parties, and hold me during movie nights, and make me feel safe when none of it is real for him.

“you okay baby?” He snaps me out of my thoughts with the use of his new favorite nickname for me. I melt when he calls me his baby, unfortunately a small part of me also dies inside every time I hear it.

“yeah, just a little tired.” We’ve been at this party for like three hours, and I haven’t even touched my drink. When Chris is tipsy he get more brave with his PDA, I don’t want to risk forgetting a single moment where he is touching me.

“do you want to walk home?” He doesn’t want to leave, he shouldn’t have to leave because I’m sad that he doesn’t love me.

“no. we should stay, you’re having fun. I’m actually going to go get a drink, maybe it will make me feel better.” He looks at me for a second before letting go of my hip, allowing me to grab a drink.

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How did I get here?

It’s like one second I was listening to Chris tell a story, and now I’m dancing to some annoying pop song. I need to find Chris, I definitely had a few too many drinks.

I stumbled around for a minute, everything is spinning and making me want to throw up. I don’t know if I can walk all the way home, but I don’t want to make all of them leave early. I grab my phone in an attempt to call Chris, but by the time he picks up I’ve forgotten what I was doing.

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Chris’s POV

I look down at my phone to see that Y/N is calling me, and it makes me a little worried. I pick the phone up to my ear, trying to head over the sounds of music and talking. I don’t hear her, only making me more worried.

She almost never drinks, because she has a very low tolerance. Last time I saw her, she was already three drinks in and proclaiming her love for the song that was on.

That was an hour ago.

I quickly scour the crowd in an attempt to find her face. And when I do my heart drops.

There she is in her skin tight jeans and corset top, looking lost with tears in her eyes. I rush to her side, immediately pulling the drink from her hand. She looks like she’s about to start crying.

“hey baby, can you look at me please?” When I say that she starts crying and she doesn’t seem like she’s stopping any time soon. “Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to find somewhere quiet so that you can sit down for a minute?” She nods her head aggressively before stumbling towards the bedroom of whoever is hosting.

The Golden Trio

From: Chris

can y’all meet me in the master bedroom, Y/N is really drunk and needs to go home.

From: Nicky Bo Bicky

for sure, I’ll bring some water for her.

I turned to Y/N, she looked out of it. Then all of a sudden life came back to her eyes in the worst way possible. She almost fell down in her attempt to get to the bathroom.

“it’s okay baby” I whispered sweet nothings to her as I held her hair and rubbed her back. Nick and Matt showed up shortly after she finished dry heaving, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her drink anything as fast as she drank that water.

If I thought it was a hassle trying to get her in the car, I had no clue how hard it would be to get her up a flight of stairs. She giggled as I picked her up bridal style… it made me so happy to hear her laughing.

once she got into more comfortable clothes, she fell asleep in no time.

as she held onto me and nuzzled into my side, my heart shattered. All I want is for her to be happy, but I know that I can’t fix everything. I kiss her on the forehead before rolling over and going to sleep.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann

[jazminrhode1]

okay so this could be the weirdst requeust ever but i went to a wedding on the weekend and it got me thinking like what if you wrote a father of the bride speech from Jimmy to his daughter? like a need a really good cry so, go as hard as you can ahhahaahaa ! I love your writing so so much (i see people say that all the time) but thought this could be different than just a story. you don't have ot though, up to you xox

Father of the Bride Speech Sturniolo Triplets x Sister One Shot

Summary: The speech I think Jimmy would give if he had a daughter. Nothing to do with the triplets!

Word Count: 800 words

Author's Note: Such a cool request - thank you! I don't know if this is what you were looking for but, it was certainly fun (and sad) to write x

Jimmy had spent the whole wedding dinner outside practicing his speech. As he stood in front of a room full of friends old and new, he felt overwhelmed by the love that they all shared for his daughter.

He gripped onto the podium to stop his hands from shaking and took a deep breath.

"When MaryLou and I found out that we were having a girl, I panicked. I panicked because I grew up in a house with just boys and I didn’t know how to raise a little girl. Hell, I barely knew how to talk to girls before I met my wife.

When I pictured my future as a father, I saw Justin, Nick, Matt, and Chris. I pictured boys. Maybe not triplets but, I pictured boys. I pictured taking my boys golfing. Taking my boys fishing. Watching the game on Sundays. That’s all I knew. I didn’t know anything about what it meant to raise a girl.

Now, if you know anything about my boys, you know that they don’t love golfing. You know it’s a task to get them out fishing. They were never home on Sundays to watch the game with me. But, my girl was."

Jimmy pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks before he continued, even as his voice shook.

"I spent 9 months panicking about bringing a little girl into the world but, from the second the nurses handed me my baby wrapped in her little pink blanket, I spent the next 27 years dreading the day that I had to give her away.

Because let me tell you what it means to be a girl dad. Being a girl dad means you fall in love all over again. Being a girl dad means you get to slay dragons to save the princess. Being a girl dad means you get to squeeze into pretty dresses and get your makeup done. It means you have a ballerina, a soccer player, a debater, a painter, a pianist, a boxer, a black belt, a cheerleader, a skateboarder, a dirt bike rider, a basketball captain, a golfer, a fishing buddy, a best friend and so much more.

But, being a girl Dad also means that one day you put her down and you don’t pick her up again. You start dropping her off around the corner from the school gate. She gets her license and you spend countless nights hoping that she gets home safe. She dates some loser in freshman year that breaks her heart and there isn’t enough you can do about it.

Being a girl dad means that your heart resides outside of your body. It means that one day you’ll drop her off at college in another state and cry the whole plane ride home. It means that one day some boy she met at a dive bar in Cancun will come knocking on your door and ask you for her hand in marriage. One day, you have the most important decision to make. Is this boy good enough for my daughter?

I realized when Jack was sitting at my kitchen counter that it wasn’t my decision to make. She will always be my baby but, she isn’t my property. And no matter how much I wish she was still that same little girl who couldn’t cross the road without holding my hand, I know that I have raised a strong-willed, independent, loving, kind, intelligent, beautiful, won’t-take-shit-from-anybody kinda girl."

Jimmy turned to face the bride and groom with tears in his eyes and spoke directly to his son-in-law.

"So, to you, Jack. Man to man. I am so glad that it’s you. I’m so glad that she chose you. I know that you love my daughter, I see it every single time you look at her. There is nothing I can say, no gift I can give to thank you for making my daughter as happy as you do. All I hope for you, Jack, is that when the time comes for you to become a father, you too are blessed with a daughter just like mine and then you’ll understand just how lucky you are."

His voice broke as he stepped away from the mic to compose himself before he continued.

"And to my baby… By some cosmic stroke of luck in this lifetime, I got the greatest gift of all in being your Dad. I am so proud to be your father, you have been such a gift to me, you bring so much joy into my life and I love you so much more than you could ever imagine. So, thank you, sweetheart, for being everything that I never knew I always needed in my life."

Jimmy raised a glass to the newlyweds as he finished his speech.

"And to you both, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. I cannot wait to bear witness to the life that you build together and know that Mom and I will be here to love, cherish, and support you on the wonderful journey that lies ahead."

As the crowd erupted in applause, Jimmy crossed the room to the newlyweds. He pulled Jack into a hug and said, "Take care of our girl, son."

He then pulled his daughter into a hug, placing a kiss on her head, unable to find the words he wanted to say. She pulled away, looked up at him, and said, "You will always be my hero, Dad, and there is nothing I am more thankful for than for being your daughter."

[rowdyhughesy]

"You don't always have to suffer in silence, you know?" With Cole caufield! Congratulations on 300! ❤️

Thank you so much! And thank you for requesting🤍

Your boyfriend was known as the happy go lucky guy. Always smiling, things never seemed to bother him for more than two seconds. He saw the good in all things in life.

Until his season ended early due to his shoulder. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. The smiles didn’t feel real anymore, it didn’t reach his eyes like it used to do.

He hadn’t answered his phone in a week. You’d tried to have Nick talk to him but he didn’t have more luck than you in that department. Cole was shutting everyone out and you had had enough of it.

Hugging the winter coat closer to your body you searched for the spare key Cole had given you on your one year anniversary. Turning the lock you open the door, taking in the mess that is his apartment currently. Clothes laying discarded on the floor along with his hockey bag in the middle of the hallway. A light seeping out from under the door of his bedroom. A sign that he’s at least home and hopefully awake.

Hanging your jacket on one of the hooks you toe off your shoes, cautious of not making to much of a ruckus in case he actually is sleeping. Shuffling over the hardwood floor you make your way to his bedroom.

“Cole? You in here baby?” Creaking the bedroom door open you’re met with a sight you never thought you’d see. Cole is on the bed, eyes bloodshot and small sniffles reach your ears. He’s laying on his side, facing the wall and blanket pulled up to his chin.

“Go away.” His voice is hoarse. As if he’s been crying repeatedly for hours and he probably has if you’re being honest. A sigh almost makes it way out of your throat but you know that’s not what he needs right now. What he needs is to know that he’s not alone, no matter how much he thinks he wants just that.

Crawling into the bed beside him you scoot closer until your laying against his back, one of your arms wrapping around his midriff. A sob wracks out of him when he feels your body heat, the weight of your arm around him becoming almost too much. Cooing at the sad boy you softly turn him around until he’s laying across your chest. Head hidden in the junction between your neck and collarbone.

Tears wetting the skin as you rub circles on his back. Lips pressed to his temple as you try to sooth him as he cries.

“Just let it out baby. I’m here. You don’t always have to suffer in silence you know that right? We’ll get through this together.” Cole only burrows his face closer to your neck in response. Hands pulling at your shirt until he can slip under the soft material. Fingertips pressed against your ribcage, wanting to feel you. Wishing he could crawl inside your skin and disappear until this injury is gone and everything goes back to normal. Until he doesn’t feel so sad and lost anymore.

You don’t realise he’s fallen asleep until his body grows heavier and puffs of air escapes his parted lips. Dried tear tracks on his face and long lashes brushing against the top of his cheeks. Brushing hair out of his eyes you lean your cheek on his head, hand still rubbing circles on his back.

“I’ll never let you go through anything alone Cole Caufield. I will always be right beside you.” Placing one last kiss on his cheek you close your eyes, letting sleep consume you and Cole’s snores like a lullaby in your ears.

[sophaeros]

i just HAVE to talk to someone about this but what do we think about the song scared….? do you think it’s about julian? or maybe albert wrote it about himself?? either way, the way you hear julian’s voice towards the end make me go insane!

I FUCKING LOVEEEE SCARED IT'S SO GOOD IT DRIVES ME INSANE i always read it as directed towards julian but directed to himself is CRAZY.

You know that something inside of you Still plays a part in what I do Always, I'm here for you

this always reminds me of this les inrockuptibles 2020 quote

"I'll tell you something," says Fab. "When I played the first Machinegum stuff to Nick (Valensi - editor's note), he put his finger on something. He said, 'I'll never be able to listen to your music, or the music of any of us, without thinking about how I could have influenced it.'"

which makes me SICK to my STOMACH. and then this verse

I think that if we were all we had That's more than most people ever have Anyway, oh anyway, you can stay here

makes me think of this 2023 albert interview with the guardian

“Yeah, I knew very quickly,” he says. “There was something very special about all of us together, even early on. The universe moved when we were all together in a certain way. Like a Rubik’s Cube that gets unlocked. You either find it or you don’t. I always felt that was unique.”

LIKE. ok i said i read it as directed to julian but i think it could also be kinda wrapped up in the band too which makes sense bc to me their relationship is always gonna be intertwined w that of the band. if that makes sense.

anyway lyrically this song destroys me like what the fuck is "so close we played it as if we cared" LIKE WHY WOULD YOU SAY THATTTTTTT IM GONNA FALL TO MY KNEES......i wish we had official lyrics for julian's lines at the end (he sounds soo fucking gorgeous btw so sad hes so buried in the mix) it sounds to me like "don't push me away / [they'll/don't] get it wrong" (less sure about that second line) which is AGONISING. WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THIS.

also can i just say im so in love w the chorus and ending kicking in. so ethereal and perfect

ok ANYWAY tinhatting time. honestly it's soo hard to piece together any kind of timeline or characterisation of their rs bc theyre not really as blatant about it as some other rpf ships..not counting one way trigger. also im not smart enough to have a concrete analysis of this song. i kinda read it as like, something something the strokes staying together and not branching out despite them clearly being really dysfunctional?? like being afraid to break whatever kind of shaky balance they'd managed to find. and the song is kind of a love letter to them in light of that. but also this is a very shaky interpretation ok idk what im talking about

albert was the first to do solo stuff outside of the strokes and they urhh well theyve been supportive of one another's side projects but at the beginning.......rock & folk april 2011 ->

Nick: "We never made this much money as for the FIOE tour. When we were recording, Albert tried to make us listen to some of his solo project. I think he was disappointed by our reaction and he never talked about it again. Nikolai kept his secret. For Little Joy, I was with Fab in LA when they were writing and recording the album. I played the drums for them.”

theres a lot of push and pull in this song..you can also narrow your focus from the strokes generally to just albert and julian (bc tbh a lot of strokes/adjacent songs can be read both ways and in fact i think a lot of the time theyre best read as being about both the band and albert/julian's relationship simultaneously)

IDK this post is so long but idk if im saying anything. it kinda reads like a very tender song to an ex lover. something like no matter the status of our relationship you still have me and i still love you. i want you to stay close to me no matter what. i want you to realise you could be so much more than what you are now. yknow.

[aimlesspixel]

Isat Scintillation Isabeau SS

This is made with the other chapters content in mind so you may have a better experience if you pair them together. Idk I wrote it but you're the reader.

ISAT Spoilers ahead as always.

So Sif's gonna need a new hat huh? Let's see if I'm remembering correctly this town should have a fabric and craft shop. Where was that again… I'll find it before long I'm sure worst case I'll ask someone here about it.

"Ah there it is! Oh good it's still open, I was starting to get worried."

"Hello there young man, how can I help you today?" "I'm looking for some durable yarn and fabric, preferably darkless and water proof." "Well I'm a bit limited right now in stock but I think I can get you what you need." "I'd like it now if possible but don't stress if it's not i'm traveling so I'm sure I'll pass by some more on the road." "Oh don't worry about me I'm sure we'll start getting our stock again soon enough. Ah there it is."

He pulls down a crate of material.

"Now do you want your stuff pre-enchanted? We have fire-resistant and smell-resistant here." "Just the plain material please. I'm planning on doing my own enchanting." "Oh?"

Now lets see… this yarn this fabric and some strong thread.

"Must be a special piece you're going that far for it. Good luck with your crafting and I hope they like it." "Thank you sir!"

It can't be that easy can It, even after we all beat him the king still left his sadness's here to pester us. We can't let them hurt anyone else let's take it out here.

It's a bit hard keeping the fight up without Sif here for puns or speed but we'll manage. Ngh! . Got nicked right in the leg. Hold it in, Hold it, Gotta finish it off first.

Sif - "Doctor Sif at your service."

Oh crab thats so cute.

Isabeau - "Oh my own personal doctor huh? Lucky me!"

They've stopped searching the bag? Are we out of tonic already? Oh what's- Whoa! The wounds closing just like when mirabelle heals!

Isabeau - "Whoa Sif I didn't know you could do that!"

Oh no they look pale.

Mira and Odile are lecturing them now. But you got hurt in the first place! Isabeau - "It was so cool though M'dame." Odile - "It doesn't matter how cool it is, Siffrin needs to lay off the craft we still don't know the extent to which their craft is exhausted."

That's true but… c'mon it's not that bad right?

Mirabelle gives Sif a look of concern "Should we stop for today then?" Odile eyes them "Well Siffrin? How are you feeling?" Siffrin - "Stellar~"

OH CRAB INCOMING CATCH THEM CATCH THEM!

Isabeau - "Whoa!"

They collapsed onto me with a thump, and seem more annoyed than anything…

WAIT ARE THEY SNUGGLING INTO ME???

Oh crab I think I can almost hear them purring. Nononono get that out of your head Isa. Sif just collapsed onto you in a very not cat-like manner. It's important to be careful with them.

Mira, M'dame, and Bonbon are all turned away????

After getting a Sif to the campsite It's time to get firewood. Bonnie shouts in the distance but It doesn't sound serious, if anyone else does then it'd be best to check but just keep at it for now.

And that should do it. Time to head back.

The air feels weird, I can't place it but I know somethings changed. Has anything like this… SIF! OH CRAB OH CRAB OH CRAB PLEASE BE OK PLEASE BE OK PLEASE-

Ok, ok, ok, there's Sif. They look tense, I hope its nothing.

Isabeau - "Are you feeling alright Sif?"

It looks like they're fine, no time business so far anyway. You know while they're just waiting around you may as well ask if they want anything in particular.

Isabeau - "No ideas huh?"

That makes this kinda hard but I've got some Ideas in mind.

Sif - "I just trust you Isa, I know you'll make something I'll love." Oh! They're turning red! Are they embarrassed? OH I've GOTTA make it good now.

Oh crab my face is getting hot too.

[petitelepus]

Hey is it alright if I ask for a normal human and demon matchup? If you can’t do both, then I’d like a normal human matchup. I’m a 23 year old (24 this June) straight, 5’8” Mexican American female who’s currently in university as a history major. I’m a Catholic who’s trying to improve my faith. At first I can be quiet and shy, but once I warm up I’m pretty fun and chill. I overthink, fear getting judged, and can get sad from time to time, but I’m going to therapy for it. I listen to different kinds of music, but my favorites are 80’s, a bit of Eurovision, and kpop (mainly girl groups. I’m even in our club's dance group). I watch anime, youtube clips, some family guy and south park, older disney and nick shows/movies I grew up watching, and a few dramas/documentaries (started shogun and need to finish it, along with quiet on set). My guilty pleasure clips/shows include maury, jerry springer, and dance moms. Something I’d like to get back to doing again is reading since I don’t as much as I used to. Thanks in advance!

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

Kyojuro probably is kind and happy so when you met he most likely introduced himself loudly and this can be a little intimidating to some people. When he notices you flinch a little, he lowers his voice immediately and introduces himself more quietly.

He will praise your beauty and your faith also, so count him excited when you feel comfortable enough to smile and have a chill conversation with him. He is still loud, but now you know that it's not on purpose.

The Flame Hashira loves history! The man likes to think that we can learn from the past so the next generations don't make the same mistakes as people living before them did.

Kyojuro is happy that you are seeing a therapist and always encourages you to go and meet them if there are things he can't help you with or if there are things you don't dare to share with him.

He just wants you to know that no matter what you do, he won't judge you. He knows what it's like to have your own inner Demons haunting you, so he tries to support you in slaying that inner Demon of yours!

Kyojuro has a little hearing problem so you may have to play your music a little harder for him to be able to fully hear it, but you don't mind since it's your favorite music. He will smile and nod quietly as he listens to the songs you like and then nods and exclaims, "You have good taste in music!"

He is also interested in the different series you might be watching. Kyojuro loves cartoons, like anime and Disney movies, but he can see the appeal in all the drama that happens behind the scenes.

The Flame Hashira will gladly help you to find and obtain copies of your childhood series and movies because those things hold the most memories and can act as a temporary portal back to your youth.

That, and he is also interested to see what shows you grew up watching. There must be something he likes also and wants to see with you!

I also match you with Kyogai!

The Demon likes you immediately. You're quiet and barely speak, but you are a good listener and once you get comfortable around him, you start to show your relaxed nature more and he enjoys that also. You're also very pretty.

Kyogai knows better than no one how it feels to be... Sad and judged. His writing and drum playing have always been criticized, but you are the first one to show him kindness.

With his obsession to become stronger and be worthy, it's up to you to go to him and tell him that he is perfect as he is. Maybe you could ask him if he would like to come to see your therapist with you? But he feels that he can trust his feelings and insecurities to you because you understand him.

Kyogai is a little old-fashioned so he doesn't necessarily understand your taste in music, but as he listens he learns that the music you listen to may reflect on you and he grows to like them because you do. He may try to copy some of your favorite songs with his drums. Sometimes he fails, but he does succeed also and all the work is worth it when he sees you smile.

He is eager to watch the cartoon and reality drama with you. The Demon likes the music in anime and Disney movies and how there is a happy ending to most of them. He hopes he can get his happy ending with you.

[jemmo]

i watched only friends ep 3 for the third time and i am stuck on nick saying the line “no one dares hurt me”. bc in context it’s nothing, and he says it with this slight smile that’s still a little disappointed but just trying to play it off and you could just see it for what it is, just him trying to act fine that boston is abandoning him or whatever. but where’s the fun in seeing things at face value. bc this is post him seeing the pictures and seeing and finding out who top is and putting the wiretrap in boston’s car and seeing boston talking to top (i don’t think it’s clear whether he actually hears what they’re saying about ray and mew and meeting up later and sticks around to see what happens, or is just generally sus of boston and hangs around bc he’s just sus and so happens to see them). this is post this constituted story he has that was sparked by that tweet about liking someone else and that’s why you can’t become something more. he thinks top is that person (and he’s kinda right), that boston likes top more than him, despite boston constantly calling him his favourite. you can see the pieces falling into place, that while boston’s behaviour serves to keep himself in control and have nick on this leash of always being there and keeping him interested with the promise of more that will go nowhere, for nick, it doesn’t just hurt him in these sad ways that keep him dependent on boston to feel good about himself and thinking he has this special relationship when he doesn’t. it also hurts him in ways that boston wouldn’t have intended, ways that turn nick into someone dangerous, someone that can be boston’s downfall. bc now he looks at top not just with sadness and envy, but with anger and disgust, bc who is this person?? what right do they have to be the person boston likes more than me?? when im the one he goes to all the time, when i have this connection, when our relationship is progressing?? bc the feeling of comparing himself to top, and his inadequate that makes him feel, bc of course he isn’t enough, of course he’s not better than top, of course boston would like him more, that can so easily turn and become something dangerous, bc you lash out at other people instead of lashing out at yourself. it’s that thing of i do everything, so why have i not earned your love?? that’s what he says in the trailer to boston; “i just want you to love only me”. it all comes together to make me think nick is gonna be the one that really starts shit. that idk, either through just telling people or maybe that wiretrap can record what happened, he’s gonna be the reason the whole mess starts to come out. and idk if he’s gonna just let it out and let boston get shit for it as a way to get back at him for hurting him, bc bc of his feelings, bc of that line in the trailer, bc i think he still depends on boston’s affection and validation, i think it’s more gonna be a matter of him doing it to push top and boston apart, so that when it all falls apart, the end of it all he can say to boston i did it all bc i love you, bc top doesn’t deserve you, bc i want to be the only person you love.

and you can see how it would happen, when it all comes out and ray and mew clarify that there’s nothing between them and everyone gets mad at boston for fabricating these stories to manipulate people, who do you think is gonna be the most mad?? top. bc he’s the one being messed with, his relationship with mew, and it’s all just ultimately bc boston wants to have sex with him. the man is ruining his relationship just for a fuck, and at this point we don’t know if there are any actual feelings, or if it’s just so that boston can feel superior and in control still. the whole point is that bad behaviour yields bad behaviour. boston is a dick, but he also doesn’t know that he’s feeding in to his own downfall. and nick is being manipulated and taken advantage of, and that’s horrid and sad, but he’s also not this helpless victim. no, i very much believe he intends to bite back just as hard as he’s been bitten. and it still hurts bc it’s such a realistically human bad relationship, the person that lacks self worth and so over invests in a relationship to give them that worth back, and the person that doesn’t want commitment but also doesn’t want to lose control, and so they dangle promises they’ll never keep like bait to keep someone trapped. and it hurts bc the ways nick will turn and start acting out aren’t just his fault, bc boston played into it and made him believe, only for it to be broken. and this is not victim blaming, but you also can’t baby nick and make out he’s harmless, helpless, defenceless. you can’t not see the grey in him. bc he’s expecting boston to be something he’s not, and so you can’t say it’s fine when he gets mad that boston isn’t that thing he wants him to be. you can’t excuse him being overly invasive of a private space like he has ownership over every part of boston and his life. yes i get it, boston plays into it, but at some point we’ve got to stop using that as an excuse, bc the behaviour is still bad, and i feel like it’s only gonna get worse. im calling it, nick is gonna turn into a mess that boston created and become something he can’t control, and it’s gonna all come back around and destroy him. bc it’s not just a matter of messing with the wrong person, it’s the fact that boston doesn’t think anyone can mess with him back, and he doesn’t realise just how catastrophic the consequences of his actions are gonna be.

[purplerose244]

Watched the sixth episode of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!

So... LEGO released some drawing tutorials with Mateo and I just... they're so pure I wanna hug him 😭😭😭 They're super adorable, I love especially Z-Blob's since he spends the entire time talking about how great his slime buddy is and MOOD MAT MOOD 💚💚💚

We're beyond halfway, I'm kinda sad but I'll wait until the end, maybe we got luck for a season 2?

Here we go!

THE ANOMALY

NOTHING BETTER HAPPEN TO Z-BLOB DO NOT HARM THE BLOB 😡

Pff, what was the chicken story? 🤣

Zoey is still a bit distant, I can't tell if she wants to join in or she likes these people enough to just hang around. I mean, she wasn't there last episode...

Did Logan drop the "Mattie" nick? It felt very derogatory so him switching to Teo feels like a step forward

IS THIS A COOPER EPISODE?? OH YES PLEASE GIVE ME THE DEPTH! ❤️

I knew it, he is stressed! Poor boy got stuff to do and can't even have breakfast, Coop please take care of yourself and have some proteins first thing in the morning 😢

You'll have all the time you want to have breakdowns once you reach high school

It seems like Cooper is the reliable one, Mateo and Logan are constantly over him asking for stuff. I wonder if they also affected his stress as well...

Okay Logan is still mean 😅 He's better, but still mean, and he changed teams permanently? I don't know if this is a "we're not an actual team, only in the Dream World" or a "we'll always be a dream, even if we're not in the real world"... mm

Finally we see the Night Bureau! We saw it only once before... while Teo was almost turning into a night terror... ah such good untraumatic memories 🙂

Ah, so Z is an anomaly? Come to think of it, did he come across because of Lunia's hourglass? Was there another reason?

These objects are histerical 😂😂

CHICKEN MATEO NOOO 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Okay, I'm liking this consistent trend of having Zoey being the most useful character despite being on her own, she just waltzed in solving that riddle lol

Agent... Strick? Oh-oh

DO NOT EVEN TRY TO TAKE AWAY MY SLIME BABY Z-BLOB 😡😡😡

Oooohhhh, so this is confirmed to be Brooklyn? Cool, I didn't know it was an actual place! Again I'm too used to imaginary places like Ninjago or Chima 😂

This gal is intense, dude you locked Oz in a room, isn't that a bit much? Should we call the policr?

Zoey is just there for the drama, girl are you with us or not? 😂😂

Did... did that detect thing turn red when it was on Mateo? Was it only because Z-Blob was behind? Huh... huh

SHE FLIPPING TURNED INTO A BABY/WOMAN WHAT IS HAPPENING

Z-Blob floating has to be the cutest thing even, like, look at that little guy go! To infinity and beyond 💚

NO WAIT NOT BEYOND THE WINDOW

I see how it's going 😅😅

I'm so sorry I understimated Cooper, look at him! He's just a kid and he really wants to be up to expectations, and now we got a brother that sets the example? Dude I'm eating this, I'm a sucker for angst, LOOK AT THIS BOY HE NEEDS A BREAK 😭😭😭

Z-BLOB SHENANIGANS Z-BLOB SHENANIGANS Z-BLOB SHENANIGANS Z-BLOB SHENANIGANS 💚💚💚

You did not make a hotdog out of slime

YOU DID NOT MAKE A Z-BLOB BALOON WHAT IS THIS SLIME DOING???

Is he afraid of being captured? I've never seen him going this awol before, he's always besides Mateo no matter what! Is he only scared or is there a reason?

Dude Cooper was so stressed he forgot breakfast!!! EAT BABY EAT!!!

Okay baby Strick is kinda hilarious... and Oz is on the ceiling... and there is still junk everywhere... and where is Albert? WHAT IS HAPPENING PEOPLE?!

Cooper you left for half a day, and now everything is on fire 😅

LOOK AT HIM IGNORING HIS BROTHER TO CHECK ON HIS FRIEND 🥹🥹🥹

I👏LOVE👏TEO👏AS👏A👏NICK👏

Cooper skyrocketed on my appreciation list in this episode, his backstory got so much potential for analysis! He's such a good friend, he's just very stressed out but he's super capable!!! ❤️

MATEO IDEA TIME 💚💚💚

Was that the superman line? 🤣

Aaaand, we're back! Are we fixing everything now that Coop is here?

Oh wow we actually are! I adore mechanics, I was all over them in Ninjago (Jay and Nya and Zane and Pixal and Ronin and Cyrus... there are so many in Ninjago 🥰), so this is so cool to see!

Agent Strick approves Cooper! YAS!

Oohh, so Zoey was maybe interested in joining, but never could before? Is this why she was a bit snarky in this episode, maybe she wanted to join but could never physically? That's kinda adorable 😂😂

PARTY TIME EVERYONE💃💃💃

COOPER GOT A SMALL HAIRCUT CHANGE I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! ❤️

Alright this was another really REALLY good episode, but... now I'm stuck with the crazy theory that Mateo is the anomaly 🤣

I'm sure I'm wrong and I'm just blowing this out of proportion, but what if Strict examined that plant and found traces of Z AND Mateo? What if Lunia's hourglass was found by him for a reason?

She said that the anomaly appeared "the other night" so it was clearly Z Blob... but technically the other night was when the show started for me, so I might see this as Mateo appearing in this world for the first time. Could it be he fit in in one night, everyone's memories were changed to accept that, and no one questions this?

... I know this just me headcanoning left and right and it's clearly not gonna happen

... I'M STILL GONNA WRITE FICS ABOUT THIS OKAY 🤩🤩🤩 THIS EPISODE WAS SO GOOD I'M SO INSPIRED!!!!

[banannabethchase]

We get a bit of a stronger look into how Matt and Nick's lives look, and just how strange their friend groups are. Plus, Matt gets a date.

~

Noting that, again, people call Matt by the wrong pronouns, but only those who do not know Matt is a girl.

~

Friday, December 12th

Nick

Nick doesn’t dislike Mox, is the thing.

“I don’t,” he tells the Adams and the rest of the lunch table the next day. He’s probably done well on that Physics test, he thinks, after he and Adam met up for a quick study session before school, but that’s not the only thing he’s focused on right now. “It’s just. I don’t know if he’s good enough for Matt, you know?” He doesn’t say “for my sister”, but he’s thinking it.

“I agree with you,” Adam says. His arms are folded across his chest, and Nick definitely doesn’t look at the way it makes his biceps bulge out and – nope. Not looking. “Ever since middle school I haven’t liked him.”

“You’re biased,” Cole says. “He’s hot, and he’s nice.”

“In middle school he punched me out in the middle of a soccer game.”

Nick and Cole roll their eyes at the same time, just like always.

“What are we talking about?” Riho, arm in arm with Willow. The two of them sit in their chairs, almost floating down.

“I know that look,” Willow says. “Nick’s whining about something. Nicky, what are we whining about today?”

“He still hates Mox,” Cole says.

“I don’t hate him!” Nick says, gesturing with his fork. “I just. I worry he’s going to hurt Matt. We all know how Matt gets in a relationship.”

They all look at Cole.

“Okay, we weren’t in a relationship, and all of you know that.” Cole turns pink and sinks down in his chair. “But, fair. Matt catches feelings more easily than Adam catches the flu.”

“Hey!”

“It’s an apt metaphor, and you all know it,” Cole says, rolling his eyes at Adam. “Regardless, all I’m saying is Nick has a point. If Mox starts doing some of the shit he was pulling back in middle school.” He shrugs. “We might have to beat up one of our own teammates, and that isn’t exactly gonna fly with Coach.”

“He’d understand if Mox deserves it,” Nick says. He shoves a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “He better not, though.”

“You guys see him every day,” Willow says, peeling an orange without looking at it. She’s taking the peel off in one perfect piece. Nick wonders if she has some weird magic power or if that’s just a special talent she has. “And you have this little trust in him?”

“If I was this suspicious of Willow, we would never be able to be a team,” Riho says. She bumps Willow’s shoulder. “I guess the base and flyer relationship is stronger than a basketball team.”

“Is not!” Nick says. “We love each other! I just love Matt more.” He stares at Cole. “And I won’t apologize for it, no matter how much you give me those pitiful sad eyes.”

The conversation shifts to homecoming, where four of them gang up on Cole for being the only one with a date for the sole purpose of making him blush, and they shuffle out of the cafeteria twenty minutes later, arguing about what’s better: cheerleading or basketball.

“You can’t use jumping as a reason, Willow, we jump too,” Cole says.

Adam shoves his glasses up his nose as he adds, “As an impartial third party with no personal interest in the matter, I think cheerleading is more athletically demanding.”

“We didn’t ask you, Mr. Third Party,” Nick says. He grins, though, and Adam bumps his shoulder, so he bumps back, and the two of them have their hands all over each other before Nick can even breathe about it.

“Oh, now they’re flirting,” Willow says. “What a distraction.”

“We’re not flirting,” Adam and Nick say at the same time. They simultaneously scoot away from each other, a big gap in between them.

Riho eyes them knowingly, fighting a grin. “Sure you weren’t.” She loops her arm through Willow’s again. “Bye, boys.”

“How do they always make me feel like the biggest dumbass ever?” Nick asks.

Cole snorts.

“What?”

“You two really – you don’t get…? Okay. Well. I’m not gonna tell you.” He kicks Adam gently in the shin and yanks Nick’s ponytail. The Cole goodbye. “Bye, boys. I’m going to go fail a Chemistry test and make out with Kyle about it afterwards.”

Nick is left with Adam. And it’s somehow just a little bit awkward.

“You know,” Adam says, as they make their way upstairs toward their World Literature class, “it’s not that I hate Mox, or anything. If he makes Matt happy, that’s cool. But I don’t trust him.”

Nick nods. “I get that. I mean, he did punch you in the face.” He stops at Adam’s locker, where Adam gathers his books. Nick just adjusts his backpack on his shoulder – he doesn’t bother with lockers anymore.

“He did. And then I kicked him in the stomach. And then we both got kicked off the soccer team. And we haven’t had, like, a real conversation since.” Adam does that thing where he sort of hunches in on himself, clutching his books to his chest. “So. I don’t want to ruin Matt’s happiness just because of my issues, you know? But I’m worried about - her.”

Nick nods, holding the door for Adam.

“Thanks,” Adam says, and Nick’s almost knocked over by the smile on his lips.

Oh. Oh, no.

“Any time,” Nick says, and he trips over his toes a bit as they sit down at their table.

“Alright, almost adults,” Mr. Baker says, clapping his hands. “Warm up time. Who’s ready for a flash argumentative essay on the merits of black licorice as a candy?”

“Ew,” Nick mutters.

“Better than helping a cow give birth,” Adam replies.

Nick snorts. “Fair.”

~

Matt

Crutches suck. The morning starts okay, since all her first three classes are on the first floor, but, after lunch, she has to figure out how to get to Chemistry, and it doesn’t go well.

“These things so suck,” Matt complains as she hobbles next to Britt. “And the school elevator is broken again, so I can’t even use that to help me!”

“You’re going to be fine,” Britt says. “Grab my arm and quit whining.”

“I am going to whine,” Matt insists, using Britt’s arm and the railing to hoist herself up. It’s easier than she expected, Coach Rayne’s pushups giving a result somewhere at least, but Matt’s still panting when she gets to the top of the stairs.

“Sucks,” Matt says again. “I need a second.”

“Okay.” Britt hands her back the crutches and makes her way to their chemistry classroom, and Matt wonders if she should have directly asked Britt to wait. Just in case Matt falls or anything.

She’s hobbling next to the wall, leaning against it every few steps, when someone says, “Matt! Need help?”

Matt feels a bloom of excitement billow through her entire body. She turns to see Mox waving at her.

“Hi,” she exhales. “Yes. Oh my god. Could you, I don’t know, maybe get my backpack?”

Mox slides it off of Matt’s shoulders and adds it on top of his backpack like it’s nothing. “Where are you headed?”

“The twelve hundred hallway,” Matt says. It’s easier to use the crutches when there isn’t a thousand-pound weight on her back. “Science wing.”

“No shit?” Mox says. “Me too! I have Physics with Nathanson.”

“Nick has him, too,” Matt says. She doesn’t miss the way Mox keeps pace with her, makes sure she can keep up. “He any good? I took Marine Biology last year for my science credit, so I never had Physics.”

“Oh, he’s great,” Mox says, lighting up. “I mean, I’m awful at reading, but physics is all numbers and formulas I can memorize so I’m having a blast.”

Matt never realized somebody could look that excited about physics before. “Really?”

“Nathanson lets me apply most things to basketball. Or cars. Or anything that I like, really.” He turns to Matt. “This your room?”

Matt blinks. She hadn’t realized they’d made it to Ms. Hammond’s class already. “Yeah. Um. Thank you for carrying my backpack.”

“Oh, I can bring it into here.” Mox sidles into the room like he knows it. “Hammond and I are tight. She was my science teacher back when she taught 9th grade earth science.”

“I didn’t have her,” Matt says, sliding into her seat. Mox plops her backpack in front of her, adjusting it so it won’t fall over. That blooming in her heart takes over again. “Thanks, Mox. I, um. I really appreciate it.”

“I’ll wait outside your class when the bell goes so I can help you get to your next class.” It’s almost like an expectation, like it’s a plan they’ve already decided on.

Matt might pass out on the table. “Okay. Thanks.”

Mox turns to leave, then, in a weird little motion, turns around and touches Matt’s hand, so gently it almost hurts. “Any time.”

Britt walks in a minute after the bell. Her hair is all messed up – Matt doesn’t even want to know what she and Jamie got up to in that time. “What’s wrong with you? You’re all – oh.” Her lips curve into a smile. “You see Mox again?”

“Shut up.”

~

Sure enough, Mox is there to walk Matt to her AP French class, resting her backpack on the table and squeezing her hand again before leaving. Matt might explode with all of this.

Kris turns to him. “You know Mox?”

Matt nods, her hand tingling. “He’s on the basketball team I cheer for. Plus, Nick’s on the team.”

“He’s awesome” Kris says. She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing what may be another new planet tattoo behind her ear. Matt wants to be like Kris. She doesn’t think she’s brave enough yet. “I bet he likes you.”

“You can’t know that.”

Kris raises a purple eyebrow. “So he’s carrying your backpack and squeezing your hand, what, platonically?” She grins. “I think he likes you. And I think you like him.” She wiggles a little in her seat. “Claudio and I have shop together tomorrow morning – want me to see if he can ask Mox?”

“No!” Matt says, panicking. “Please, no. I, um.” She feels herself burning pink. “I think I have it handled. I’m – yeah, I’m good.” She fumbles her pen and it falls to the floor.

Kris laughs so hard she starts coughing, and Mme Rivera has to bring her a glass of water.

~

Mox walks Matt to the gym when the bell rings, even though Matt’s feeling like she’s finally gotten the hang of the crutches. She’s not willing to give this up.

“I’ll see you, um.” She bites her lip a little. “After practice?”

Mox nods. “Yeah. Hope so!” He squeezes Matt’s hand again, swinging it a tiny bit. “See you later.”

Matt realizes, as Mox walks away, that he wears tight jeans. And those tight jeans, conveniently, frame what is a very cute butt.

What’s less convenient, though, is what she’s stuck doing throughout practice. Despite taping her ankle that morning before school, Doc still won’t let her do anything. She’s on a bench, doing the arm movements to the best of her abilities as Megan Thee Stallion blares across the small practice room. It’s not their performance song, but it’s Coach Rayne’s favorite practice music since the BPM is similar enough to their routine mix.

It’s boring, though, to be stuck on the bench. All she wants is to be back out there. She can see the hole in the dance where she’s supposed to be, like a ghost of her role on the team.

“You look miserable,” Britt says, and Matt’s learned to interpret her chipperness not as a reflection of the words she’s saying. “What’s with the pouting?”

“I’m not pouting,” Matt replies.

“You are, but it’s cute,” Willow says. She sits down on the bench next to Matt. “You’ll be back at it in, like, a week. Just make sure to get that ankle brace and tape yourself up, and you’ll be all set.”

“Thanks, Wills,” Matt says. She leans her head against Willow’s shoulder. “See, Britt? That’s how you comfort a g – a person.” Matt tries her best not to let her expression slip. “Um. What’s next?”

“Coach wants us to do conditioning.”

Matt snorts. She can’t help it. “Have fun running on the track!”

“Oh, no,” Riho says, pausing from chugging her water. “You’re mistaken. We’re doing abs.”

Matt feels her heart drop. “Oh boy.”

“Yup.”

Matt, along with the entire team, is sweaty, miserable, and sore half an hour later. She didn’t even get to avoid planks – Coach Rayne made her do them on one leg.

“This is your fault,” Willow says, face down on the gym floor. “If you didn’t get hurt, we could have had a normal practice. Matt, we’re fighting.”

“What happened to you being all nice to me earlier?!” Matt exclaims. She sits up.

“That was before you forced us into half an hour of ab work,” Willow says. Her glare is weak, though. “Mutiny. I’m mutiny-ing you from your co-captainship.”

“You can’t do that,” Matt says, poking at her side. “That’s treason!”

“This is cheerleading,” Britt says, dumping the rest of the water on her head. “It wouldn’t be treason. We’d vote on it. Athena might agree. You’d be impeached.”

“I agree,” Athena calls from where she’s face down on the floor in the middle of the room.

“Somebody’s spent too much time studying that APUSH exam,” Matt singsongs.

They get themselves up and over to the bench. Matt’s able to put a little pressure on her ankle. It’s sore, but nothing sharp or extreme.

“Need me to get your crutches?” Willow asks. “I promise I’m not doing it to trip you on purpose so I can defeat you for captain.”

“I don’t love it when you bring up hypotheticals that don’t feel hypothetical,” Matt says. It’s slow, and it’s wobbly, but Matt’s able to make her way over to the door with her backpack and gear back without much trouble. She’s through the door, feeling like the distance to the nearest bleachers is almost impossible to manage, when she hears the squeak of basketball sneakers.

“What are you doing?” Mox says, making his way over to her. “Here, let me get that.”

Before Matt can protest, Mox is gently sliding her backpack off her shoulder and carrying it to the bleachers. She doesn’t even get a chance to respond before Mox is offering his arm. “Need help getting to the car?”

“I have the crutches,” Matt says. The butterflies in her stomach are going insane. “Um. But if you walk next to me, just in case, that would be great.”

Mox beams, nods. “Yeah, I can do that. I just have to -”

“Moxley!” shouts Coach Gunn. “Leave your boyfriend alone and get back over here.”

Matt’s not the only one who blushes at that. She’s also, she notes, not the only one who has a little smile in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mox calls back. He turns to Matt. “You good?”

Matt nods, settling herself onto the bench as she waits the last few minutes for Nick and Mox to finish up. “Yeah. I’m good.”

She watches a little absently, unable to focus on the anything now that she can see the shape of Mox’s butt through his shorts when he runs. Nick keeps glaring at her, but she doesn’t think he’s that mad about it.

“Alright, you dramatic little dork,” Nick says. “Get up. I’m driving you home and then not looking at your dumb face for, like. A full day.”

“You’ll see me tomorrow,” Matt replies, getting to her feet. “Like, no matter what you do, you’ll see me tomorrow.”

Nick groans. “Don’t remind me.”

“I mean,” Mox says, “I can drive you home, Matt. If you two need some time away from each other.”

Matt feels her eyes widen. “You’d do that?”

Nick looks between the two of them so fast his ponytail nearly falls out of its holder. “Matt,” he says, “are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Matt says. “I mean, Mox, if you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” He shrugs. “Here. Give me your bag. I’ll carry it.”

Nick looks hesitant. Matt knows why, of course. That fight with Adam, back in eighth grade.

It’s been almost four years, Matt wants to say. If you’re so worried, why don’t you tell Adam and actually ask him out, Matt wants to say.

But she’s busy with her own snippet of a fairy tale right now. She’ll worry about those two bozos later.

“I’ll see you at home, Nick,” Matt says, waving. “Let Mom know I’ll text her.”

Nick nods, walking backward. “Okay. Just, um. Text me? When you’re on your way.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “Sometimes, Nick? You act like you’re my older brother.”

Nick replies by flipping him off, which feels about right.

“So,” Mox says, looking not even mildly winded by carrying four bags at once, “what are you doing after this?”

“After practice?” Matt asks. “Like, now?”

“Yeah,” Mox says. He manages to hold the door open for Matt. “It’s Friday. Do you, uh.” He flicks a glance to Matt, something a little shy and a little scared. “Do you have a fancy date or something?”

Matt shakes her head. “No. Would you like to do something?”

Mox trips over his own feet. “Oh, come on,” he says, grinning. “I was gonna ask you out! You beat me to the punch!”

“Well, in that case, pretend I didn’t say anything.” Matt exhales as she leans against the crutches. Going uphill in these suckers was no joke. “So, now you can ask me.”

Mox nods, adjusting the bags. “Matt,” he says, a little shy still, “would you like to get ice cream with me?”

“I’d love to go get ice cream,” Matt says, “as long as you hold it for me, because I don’t have enough hands.”

“We can sit down,” Mox suggests. “Hayward’s has a little indoor seating area. That way we can,” he pauses, “um, hang out a little longer. If you want.”

Matt nods. “Definitely. Where exactly is your truck?” She tries not to let on how exhausted she is.

“My truck’s right over there,” Mox says. “I’ll – you sit down, on that bench, okay? And I’ll pull the truck around.”

“You don’t have to –”

“I don’t have to, but I’m gonna!” Mox says. They way he hustles to his truck is almost puppylike in its eagerness, and Matt wants to catch it and hold it in her hands. Mox chucks the bags in the bed of his truck then hops into the cab. He’s not exactly graceful as he tumbles into the driver’s seat and drives a little recklessly over to Matt, but it’s charming and sweet and Matt is overly excited.

She’s also horribly aware that she hasn’t showered and probably stinks. She tests a slightly conspicuous sniff. Not too bad. But she’s concerned.

Mox stops in front of her, grin just as big as it’s ever been. “Hey,” he says. He leans over and pushes the door open. “Need help getting in the car?”

Matt nods. “Kind of.”

“Right. Right.”

Mox hops out of the car with the same level of enthusiasm as before. He helps Matt navigate the curb, then grabs her crutches and puts them in the bed of the truck. “You good?”

“This truck is up really high,” Matt mutters. “Is that normal?”

Mox shakes his head. “Nah, this was a hand me down from a guy who works at my dad’s shop. Bought it for two hundred bucks. The weird modifications are why it was so cheap.”

Matt manages to haul herself up onto the seat, ankle a little cramped but zero pain, and she takes inventory of the truck. There’s a book at her feet, a graphic novel she recognizes from Nick’s library, along with some receipts and a Big Gulp cup. The interior isn’t dirty, or messy, but there are random pieces of paper scattered.

“Sorry about that,” Mox says, blushing furiously as he tries to tidy everything up. “I’m bad at cleaning up.”

“It’s not bad!” Matt says. “It’s just a couple things. Nothing like Adam’s truck.” He pauses. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Okay,” Mox says. “I won’t.” He smiles at her for long enough that Matt is pretty sure he forgot what he was doing. “Right. Um. So, Hayward’s?”

Matt nods.

They’re all but silent during the ride. Matt keeps trying to come up with something to say, something witty or cute or sexy, but nothing comes to mind. Mox is playing a CD, something Matt hasn’t seen in a while.

“What’s album?” Matt asks. It’s not screaming, technically. She knows that much. Matt listens to some screamo, if it’s girls singing, but she’s never heard this before.

“Oh, this is one of my dad’s old CDs he used to listen to after I was born,” Mox says. “Three Days Grace. Heard of them?”

Matt shakes her head. “Nope. Never.”

“Oh, no way. Papa Roach?”

“Cockroach?”

“No!” Mox laughs. “Oh, I’m gonna have so much music to show you, Matty, just you wait.”

Mox chatters through three songs, giving Matt every detail about every song. Matt’s unable to keep herself focused, distracted by the way Mox carefully watches the road as he talks, the way he moves his hands to add emphasis. His eyes. His mouth.

“What music do you like?” Mox finally asks, taking a breath.

Matt takes a second to think. She can’t say what he really thinks – the 90’s country pop his mom plays, bimbocore, pretty girls with angry voices – so she shrugs. “A lot of stuff.”

“Okay, too broad?” Mox’s eyes flicker over to Matt’s face. “Um. What’s the last song you listened to?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Matt says, pulling out his phone. “Nick had control of the music this morning, so we listened to his playlist.” Matt pulls up the Spotify playlist. “Backstreet Boys.”

“My mom loves the Backstreet boys,” Mox says. “Obsessed with ‘em. She went to their concert in like 1999.”

“My mom played that Millennium album all the time. And so much country music, too.” Matt turns in his seat. “What’s your favorite one?”

“Obviously ‘Everybody’,” Mox says. “But mostly I think I liked it because I could say the word ‘sexual’ without my mom yelling at me.”

Matt feels herself beaming. “I like I Want it That Way.”

Mox turns into Hayward’s, parking gently in the shop parking lot.

“Hold on,” Mox says, “let me get your crutches.”

Mox half runs, half hops around the truck until he makes it to the door and opens it. As Matt gets herself out on one foot, Mox is sliding the crutches under her arm. She grins up at him.

She’s a little cold, her jacket just a little too thin to make up for the light gym pants, and Mox frowns.

“Do you need a jacket?”

Matt considers saying yes, but she’ll be fine once they get inside. “Keep yours. Maybe later.”

Mox ducks his head, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Okay.”

He holds the door for her, making sure she gets in okay on her crutches.

~

Nick

He shouldn’t be anxious. He shouldn’t be worried. Matt’s in public getting ice cream with a boy. That’s it. She’s fine.

Why is he so anxious?

“Nicky, are you feeling alright?” his mom asks. “You look like you’re freaking out.”

“I’m fine,” Nick says, fiddling with some of the damp hair that slid out of his bun. “I’m definitely fine.”

His mom stares. “Are you upset Matt’s on a date and you’re not?”

“No!” Nick answers, far too quickly. “Um, I mean. No.”

She smiles, gently. “Oh, Nicky. Is this about Jude?”

It wasn’t, it really wasn’t, until the moment she said it. Now, kind of, it is. Jude went off to college a thousand miles away to a paleontology program that accepted him off the wait list in the middle of July, and didn’t even think about Nick in the decision. He was just gone. “A little,” Nick says.

She pats the space next to her on the couch and Nick slides down onto the couch next to her. She wraps her arms around him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. “So, let me make my observations, and you can tell me I’m wrong and out of touch when I’m done, okay?”

“I’m not gonna do that, Mom,” Nick says.

“Well, you’re allowed to, since you’re a teenager and I’m an old fart who remembers nothing of what it was like to be a kid.”

Nick laughs. “I don’t know. I think it’s just easier for Matt, you know? Gets along better with people.”

“Well, that’s not true.” His mom changes the channel.

Nick turns to her, confused. “What?”

“Baby, you don’t remember?” Nick shakes his head. “Oh, kiddo. Matt used to wait for you before he went into a different room, before he’d go play. Anything, He’s only outgoing when he has you at his back.”

Nick thinks about it for a second. He is starting to remember flickers from his childhood, when Matt would wait for him far longer than she needed to. Hovering at the bottom of the slide at the playground, stretching out her hand before they’d jump into the pool, gluing herself to Nick’s side at pasta parties while she chattered away and following him like they were tied together.

“You know,” his mom says softly. “It’s not a bad thing or a problem. Matt just knows if you’re there, he can be himself. That’s why he’s able to get along with everyone. He has you to keep an eye on him.”

Nick’s quiet again. “That makes sense,” he says.

“I know I haven’t really met Jon very much,” his mom says, “but I do think he’s different than Jude, honey. For one, he’s the same age as Matty, right?”

Nick nods. “Yeah. They’re both seniors, at least.”

“Which means they’ll both be going off to school or work or something else after this year.” His mom pats his back, a familiar pattern that has soothed Nick since he was a baby. “I think you might be scared for more than just your brother, honey.”

Nick wants to say that, no, he’s scared for his sister. That he’s scared Mox might not care for Matt the way she deserves when she comes out, that he’ll leave, that he’ll hurt her.

But he can’t say any of that. Because it’s not his place.

“Maybe,” he says slowly. “I just don’t want him to break Matt’s heart, you know?” He allows himself a little laugh. “I don’t want a repeat of Cody.”

“Oh, god,” her mom groans. She starts laughing. “Don’t remind me of that chaos. I’m just glad that little shit moved across the city.”

“Me too,” Nick mutters. “Also, I can’t believe you just swore.”

“Well,” his mom says, “Cody earned it, didn’t he.”

[winchesterandpie]

Versions of You

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x wife!reader

Word Count: 2133

Warnings: sooo self indulgent, soft Bradley, some reminiscing of Carole and Goose, brief mention of periods, brief implication of sex, but nothing explicit

A/N: Y'all, I have had this idea floating in my head since I first started writing for Bradley Bradshaw. I've tried writing it, went through several iterations of a beginning and it just wasn't right and my skill wasn't up to it. Over the past week, though, I finally think I got the feeling right. I think this may be some of my best writing, so I really hope you all enjoy!

Before he met you, Bradley thought he knew what love looked like.��

He had watched his mother love his father, even when Goose was gone. He had been too young to remember much about his father, but he could get a pretty good idea who Nick Bradshaw had been by the hole left in Carole’s life.

He knew that his dad would bring home flowers from how his mom always kept a vase of flowers on the table. His dad must have danced with her while dinner cooked because she danced Bradley around the kitchen his whole life. Goose had been a lighthearted goofball, judging by the look in Carole’s eye when Bradley would goof off to make her laugh.

He also saw it in the way she cried the first time he played the piano. He had stopped immediately, but she had quickly come over to the piano bench and crouched beside him.

“Honey, no” she’d said, combing his hair back gently with her fingers. “I’m not sad, baby, you just look so much like your dad right now. He used to play the piano all the time.” She had smiled at him before she continued, “He wanted to teach you to play when you got big enough. Oh, Bradley, he’d be so proud of you.”

Bradley hadn’t been able to give up the piano since that day. It made his mom happy to hear, so he would keep playing, for her. 

Bradley had tried as much as he could to fill the space left behind by his father, though he knew there was no replacing Nick Bradshaw. When Carole was taken, he found himself unsure whether to feel more strongly the grief of losing her or the relief that she was reunited at last with her beloved Goose. He knew that as fiercely as she loved him, she also loved her husband and had missed him for many years, and a part of Bradley was glad they were together again.

He vowed quietly to himself that he would find what they had for himself, however impossible it seemed to find someone who would fit with him as perfectly as they had fit together.

That promise faded to the back of his mind for a long time. Bradley became a naval aviator like his father, as a pilot like Maverick. He fought his way to the sky, and fought some more to become one of the very best. His life got busy, and the few relationships he had didn’t last long. In time, he all but stopped dating, and the thought of fitting together with someone was nothing more than a daydream.

Then he met you.

He wasn’t entirely sure what changed, but he was drawn to you in a way he had been drawn to no one else. The long-distant promise surfaced in his memory, along with whispers of a love he barely remembered seeing. Bradley was no longer the hopeful, starry-eyed boy he had once been, so he cautiously tucked away the way his heart skipped a beat when he saw you.

He learned quickly that ignoring the feeling didn’t make it go away. It didn’t matter where or when he saw you or what you were doing. If he saw you when you just woke up, your hair a mess as you came to answer the door in a baggy shirt, his heart thumped a little harder in his chest. If he saw you all dressed up for something special, he couldn’t stop the way the breath was knocked from his lungs.

Eventually, he couldn’t keep everything he felt bottled up any longer. Much to the relief of his colleagues, he confessed it all to you, though, that relief soon returned to fond exasperation as he kept talking about how wonderful you were to anyone who would listen.

The development of your relationship slowly led him to realize that he had been wrong about his parents. They had not, in fact, found each other and just perfectly fit together. Their lives didn’t just twine together and continue as they always had.

Carole and Goose were the epitome of soulmates, but they were also the demonstration that soulmates were not born, they were made. They chose, daily, to love each other with their whole hearts. Every day, every choice, every word, every action, they chose to grow together and create an entirely new way of being that bettered them both. 

Bradley saw how you and he changed as you grew together. He saw how you took to evening showers once the two of you moved in together, just so you could spend the time with him when he came home from the airfield covered in sweat. Even before the two of you moved in together, you had given him one of your drawers during a particularly rough training patch that had Bradley falling asleep every time he came over. You hadn’t had the heart to wake him, so you made a way for him to stay. 

He started trading sleep to write you letters when he had to be away from you. You also noticed that he started stocking your skincare products and even period products in his bathroom. You could’ve sworn he somehow knew the warning signs better than you.

The two of you stashed a bluetooth speaker in the kitchen so you could play music and sing and dance while the two of you cooked dinner. He had told you once that Carole used to dance with him and you had smiled softly at him as you pulled him closer. When he was missing his parents, that became your go-to offer of support, especially when he couldn’t manage words. 

That’s not to say there were no unpleasant moments. You had your fair share of disagreements and comments said in anger that neither of you meant. So you also learned how Bradley shut down when he was upset. He didn’t raise his voice at you-- he rarely raised his voice to begin with, and it was never directed at you--but he would turn off. You could see the mask of apathy fall over his features. He learned how you became afraid that he would hate you after your more tense fights, but hated asking him to reassure you in case you drove him further away. 

So, you grew together. Bradley still needed space when he was frustrated, but he got better at recognizing and communicating when he was nearing his breaking point. For your part, you slowly processed that it wasn’t personal as you grew to trust him more. You also got better at asking him to reassure you, and he never turned that down, even when he was upset. He also could see the signs that you needed him and would offer reassurance before you needed to ask.

He also learned the little things about you. You loved to watch sunsets on the beach, so he tried to ensure at least one day a week that the two of you could go for a walk together in the evenings. You loved to watch snow fall, so he took you on a trip to a mountain cabin where you had snowball fights and sat wrapped up in each other by the fire. If you loved it, he had likely tried to do it with you.

Bradley saw you do the same for him. He loved flying, so once they were repairing their relationship, you had bribed Maverick to let Bradley borrow his P-51 Mustang for a day so you could fly together. Of all the flights he had taken, that was his favorite. You had found sheet music for a song he couldn’t get out of his head that you’d heard him humming. Now it was one he played often, just for you.

Even in your opposites, the two of you adjusted to a balance that worked for both of you. While you tended to be more shy, preferring nights in with a video game or a mug of tea and a book, Bradley loved going out with his people and the chaotic energy he could whip up when he played piano at the bar. 

So you did some of both. You braced yourself for going out with the noisy bunch of naval aviators and even found yourself enjoying the boisterous energy. You came to love it, though it still drained you quickly. He didn’t at all mind holding you after, helping you through your evening routine as he lent you some of his own strength. Other nights, Bradley would hold you while you read aloud, or play the piano you had at home in a quiet concert just for you. He adored how warm you were and appreciated the quiet peace he found in these moments with you. You loved when he was settled enough to lay his head in your lap so you could play with his hair.

Today, he had had a rare day off and found he couldn’t bring himself to do much more than stay in bed with you. So that was what you did. Mind you, that didn’t mean you did nothing. 

Bradley looked down at where you lay on his chest, your hand tucked in his as his other hand stroked lazily along your bare back. You had dozed off quickly in a blissful haze after he’d cleaned you up gently. How he had gotten so lucky to find you, he wasn’t sure. You, with your skin practically glowing in the golden light of the early afternoon. To him, you looked like an angel lying there in his arms. He couldn’t resist the urge to press a kiss to your forehead.

You stirred then, turning your nose to nuzzle into his chest. Bradley could have sworn his heart stopped.

“Bradley?”

“Yeah, honey?”

His arm shifted with you as you adjusted to curl even closer to him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head again.

“You’re really warm, but can we pull the blanket up? My back’s cold.”

That made him laugh, even as he obliged. With the soft comforter tucked up to your shoulders, you snuggled in against him. Bradley’s hand returned to its path up and down your spine. “Better?”

“Much,” you hummed.

After a moment, he said your name tenderly, a question. 

You squeezed his hand in response, wordlessly encouraging him to continue.

“Do you ever think about how much we’ve changed since we met?”

“Sometimes,” you answered honestly. “Why?”

“Just thinking a lot lately. We’ve changed a lot since then.”

He felt you nod against his chest as you started to fiddle with his wedding ring. It was a sure sign you weren’t sure what he was getting at, but you trusted him enough to only say, “we have.”

“When I met you, I didn’t know how much truly loving someone would change me. I really like who I’ve become with you. I like who we’ve become together.” He felt you smile as you kissed his chest. The warmth that bloomed there confirmed for him what he was about to say, though he already felt the truth of it in his bones. “I have loved every version of you. I can’t wait to meet and love all the other versions of you that come along for the rest of our lives.”

As he had predicted, that had you turning your face into him shyly. He would’ve sworn he could feel your face heating up where your skin met his.

Eventually, you propped yourself up to look at him. Your hand that wasn’t in his found its way into his hair. “Bradley Bradshaw, are you sure you’re an aviator and not a poet?”

He chuckled, hand flattening on your back. “For you? I might just be both.”

If he could freeze the next moment and live in it forever, he would. You were propped up over him, the reassuring weight of you against him. The golden light from the window seemed to be everywhere, shining off you hair and glittering in your eyes. The way your face glowed was entirely you as you smiled at him. 

Bradley couldn’t think of anything other than how much he loved you and how he was certain now, more than he had ever been, that his parents were proud of him. He had kept his promise and built a love as strong as theirs with you. 

When you leaned down and kissed him, he silently made a new promise, one he knew he would keep.

He swore with every slow press of his lips to yours that every day, every version of you, he would love you.

And man, oh man, he looked forward to it.

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 10

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Babesss! I am so happy you all enjoyed that last part. I really had to channel my inner sad girl to write this part 😫. Thank you so much for continuing to read my story and share it ❤️ I love you all 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! 🥹

A/n: It's finally here, grab your stress balls and tissues... this one is bumpy... You and Bradley are finally going to have your well over due talk. Good luck, babe. 🫣

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Angst, ANGER, drinking, hints of depression, mentions death, one physical encounter (if I missed any please let me know!)

y/n/n: your nick name

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Bradley took your hand and led you two to some lounging chairs that were away from the Hard Deck. He wanted to make sure you two were alone and that it was quiet enough for you two to be able to hear one another. He held your hand and kissed it while you sat down. You smiled weakly and watched him get comfortable in the chair next to you. 

He turned to face you. “What’s up y/n/n?” He was smiling. 

“I think it's time to clear the air, Brad.” You put your beer on the table in between you two. You looked down at your hands and started fiddling with your rings. You were really nervous and were also trying to maintain your emotions. 

“Okay.” He sat up and took a sip of his beer then placed it in the sand. He adjusted himself. His elbows resting on his knees as he leaned closer to you. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. 

“Y/n/n, I’m sorry I was late tonight. There was an accident at work today involving Bob and Phoenix. I thought I was going to lose them. I sat at work in the training room waiting for something, anything.” He ducked his head down. “I was so scared. I had to wait for answers. I couldn’t lose a wingman. Nonetheless, two. I couldn’t lose my friends… no my family. They’re all I really have. All of them. Even Hangman, he’s just as important to me as any of them.” He looked back up at you. 

“Brad-” he cut you off.

“No, y/n. Please, I need you to hear me out fully.” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t have anyone when I went into the Navy. I was so alone. Not even Mav. He did something in the beginning of my career that hurt me and I don’t know if I can ever forgive him for that. He set back my goals, my aspirations. For what? God, I wish I knew.” He picked up his beer and took another sip. Now he was fiddling with the bottle. “And you… I didn’t have you.” He paused.

You were sad and furious. How could he say that? You could feel your blood boiling, but you let him speak and finish. You needed to hear what he had to say. You still cared for him and wanted to hear his side, but you were beyond upset.

“I know you called and texted me everyday while I was away for the first 2 months. In that time I was just trying to get used to everything. I was really stressed out. I didn’t enjoy my job during that time. I actually kind of hated it. I was out there alone. I didn’t know anyone. I was the new guy that was excluded. It was so hard to adjust. I didn’t want you to worry about how I was feeling.” He sipped his beer and cleared his throat. 

“But then more time started to pass. I couldn’t find myself to reply back because I felt if I just finished it before it started, I wouldn’t drag you along. Y/n, I couldn’t bare to drag you along because if something were to have happen to me and you fell apart because of it… I could never forgive myself. I couldn’t put you through what my mom went through when my dad died. I saw what happened to her and I couldn’t fix it. No matter what I did, I couldn’t help. I remember the hurt I felt. I was so young, I didn’t understand. I always would ask when my dad would come home. I barely even knew him. I couldn’t do that kind of hurt to you. I thought that by doing what I did you would just forget about me. Stop caring. I really need you to see where I am coming from. What would you have done if you were me?” He took another sip and set down his drink.

“I would have rather ripped the bandaid and you just forget about me. I can’t imagine what you went through when I did that. What I put you through, but I truly am sorry. I know there is nothing I can do to make any of it up to you. I can’t even promise you now that I can make it up to you. I’m sure that Maverick told you about this special mission we have to go on in a couple of days. You probably know, y/n…I could possibly never come back.” He leaned forward and placed his hand on your hands. 

“If I don’t come back, I need you to know that I’m sorry and I care for you so much. You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met. You are literally the girl version of me. You know me in and out, even right now I know you still know me like the back of your hand. You’re the first person I gave everything to. All of me, the authentic me. The raw me. You know a lot more than Mav knows about me.” He took a deep breath, he was shaking. 

“There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. I missed you so damn much. But I ended up hurting you in the worse way possible because I acted like you didn’t exist. All you probably wanted to know was that I was okay. I struggled. There were so many times I just wanted to give in and text you, call you. Anything. Even Phoenix pushed me to, but I told myself I couldn’t because you were probably fine without me.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“But then now here we are, as if fate just magically brought us to randomly see each other. I feel it’s for this specific reason, because of this mission. I feel like maybe I might not come back. This is my first life or death mission, y/n/n. It's been eating me alive. I’m so grateful to be here, top of my class, and given opportunities not very many get to be given. But god, I am so scared. I felt we were put here these past few days so we can have the chance to reconcile one last time.” He paused and you looked at him, you were holding back your emotions. Your heart felt heavy, you were mad, sad, upset, furious, hurting but you held your tongue. 

“I don’t have any doubt about mine and my partners skills to bring us back home…but there is just that lingering ‘if’. I don’t want to be gone and you resent me forever. I want you to remember the good we had. The fun we had. Everything we have. I just wanted you to know my reasoning for it all and that I know I messed up. I want you to know how sorry I am for hurting you.” He was now silent, sniffling here and there. He looked down at your hands. “Please say anything. Even if it's a ‘fuck you Bradshaw’.”

You sat there trying to take in everything. You felt for Bradley. You understood where he was coming from. You were still upset and you didn’t know how start. Your throat felt dry. And you gulped. 

He noticed you lost for words and he handed you his beer. “Have some of the truth bottle to help take off some edge, y/n/n. I don't think the shots were enough.” 

You took the bottle and let out a little chuckle. You took a mouthful of his beer. “Bradley. I just want to start off by saying I’m sorry that this is what you’re going through and what you went through when you left for your deployment. In regard to the mission. I can’t imagine the pressure you’re feeling, but I know you. You’re strong, so skilled and smart. I know you have what it takes to bring yourself and your partners home. You’re all not just that 1% for nothing. I know you’ll do great. You got this.” You grabbed his hands and gave them a squeeze. 

He looked up at you and you cupped his face in your hands. “The Bradley Bradshaw I know, doesn’t think, just do’s.” You brushed his curly hair back and just looked at him. The hurt in his eyes, you couldn’t bare it. You wanted so bad to just forget what you’d been feeling and be there for him. You just wanted to make it all go away so he can smile. But you knew what he wanted from you. You brought your hands back to his. 

“Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw, you broke my damn heart. You hurt me in the worse way possible. I get you felt in that time that it was right the way you went about us, but it wasn’t. You broke me. All I ever wanted to know was if you were okay. If you were fucking alive! You mean so much to me more than you’ll ever know. You know me inside and out. Better than anyone in this world, but you hung me out to dry.” You started to tap your fingers on the back of his hand.

“A call explaining how you felt would have been more than enough. Shit, even a damn text. To tell me your look on everything, what you didn’t want for me and for you. I thought we knew each other well enough and were comfortable enough to do that for one another. To be true to each other. But the way I lost you, was far more unbearable and hurt more than if you’d died. I resented you for so long. I hated you for what you did. It wasn’t fair to me. I thought we cared enough for each other that we would at least spare one another’s feelings. Instead you only thought about yourself and never looked back.” You started to feel tense. The anger in you started to rise, but you kept your composure.

“I felt like I lost everything because Bradley…you did have me. I contacted you everyday, multiple times a day. I was there for you, so don’t you dare fucking say you didn’t have me.” You started to cry. 

“You fucking had me from the start, but I didn’t have you. I felt like I lost everything. You were who I counted on and trusted with my life. You were all I really had. Then you took that all away from me. You couldn’t even do me the courtesy of telling me when you got back. Nonetheless, try to even see me. We live in the same city 20 fucking minutes away from each other for god knows how long. Phoenix told me about how you bought the house to be closer to me.” Your voice became more stern as you cried. 

“You kept my number and never once just swallowed your pride and called me. Who does that? And what would I have done if I were in your spot? I would have been an adult and called you to tell you how I felt about everything.” You pulled his hands close into you. “But sitting here now telling you how I feel, it doesn’t feel better. It just hurts because saying it all out loud shows me you didn’t think once about my feelings. I want to be okay. I want to have my best friend back. I miss you so much. Life has not been the same without you. We have missed so many of each others milestones. And for what? We are both still here. I forgive you Bradley. I forgave you a long time ago, but I still have every right to be hurt.”

You sniffled trying to catch your breath you released your hands from his and stood up, “And whatever happened between you and Maverick… Bradley he’s like your dad. He got you through college, helped your mom everyday to raise you. He was always there for you. Trying to be the dad you deserved. He was your dad’s best friend. He’s family, Brad. He loves you so much, you need to forgive him too. You have your career now. Maybe he did what he did for a reason. Don’t think only about yourself for once. Reconcile with him. He is your family, just like I am.” 

He was now looking at you with tears welling up in his inner corner of his eyes. He sat there in silence. He stood up and stood in front of you and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “That truth bottle really gave the truth.” He smiled a little bit still apparently choked up. 

You pushed his hands off of your face. “Bradley. I’m trying to be serious. You’re so stupid. But I care for you so much.” You cried. “I always have and I shouldn’t.”

“Y/n, please-” he tried to talk but you cut him off this time. You were getting very upset.

“No Bradley. And is what you told Phoenix true? What you told all of them?” Tears were forming in your eyes from frustration. 

He looked at you with furrowed brows, “What did I tell them?” 

You shook your head, “Phoenix said you talked about me all the time when you guys met at Top Gun.” You cocked your head at him while he was thinking. “Did you even mean anything you said?” You said in a whisper.

He nodded, “Yes. I talked about you all the time. I love talking about you. You were the first person to show your whole self to me and not be ashamed of it. I was so infatuated with you, y/n.”

“So you're not anymore? You don't think about me like that?”

He sighed deeply, “Y/n, I am. I still think you are the greatest thing in the world. That you’re so unique and a rare find. You’re so beautiful, kind, loving, caring, devoted, ambitious… I can go on forever. You’re so great, no. You’re beyond great. You’re perfect to me.” 

A tear rolled down your cheek, “Then why didn’t you say anything to me, Bradley? Don’t you care about me?”

He wiped the tear from your cheek, “Of course I do, y/n. I care for you more than anyone in the world.”

You yelled at him out of frustration, “Then why didn’t you say anything to me before!? Why are you finally doing it now?” You were shaking.

He grabbed you and pulled you in for a hug, “Because my job isn’t like anything else. One day I could be here with you and the next I can be gone. I can’t put you through that. I can’t hurt you more.”

You pushed him off keeping your elevated tone, “But you did! You were here and then you were GONE! It hurts more knowing you were alive and did this! What if we never crossed paths yesterday? You still would never contact me?”

He looked at the floor silent. The silence was killing you, “Say something, Bradshaw.” You were stern.

He looked up at you, “I’m sorry y/n. I never thought of it that way…” 

“Because you only think of yourself, Bradley.” You exhaled deeply. 

“You’re right, y/n. I did. I thought it was right at the time and it wasn’t. Please. I am sorry. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” He grabbed your hands, “I want you to be in my life, but I am scared. I can’t promise you that I’ll come home everyday. That I will always be here when you need me. I can’t give you that, y/n! You deserve someone that will be! You deserve to be happy and have a boyfriend, husband, father of your children, that will be there all the time.” 

You took your hands from him again and snapped, “Don’t you think I should make that decision for myself? You’re not even going to give me a chance?”

He stepped closer and towered over you while returning the volume of voice, “No! I’m making it for you, y/n. I can’t be it for you! I can’t be that for you! I can’t give you what you need from a loving partner! I can’t promise you anything!”

You stepped closer and looked up at him as he towered over you, “I don’t need you to promise me anything, Bradley!” You sighed, “I just want to live in the moment with you. Be there when you need me. I just want you back in my life, Brad. I know what comes with this job and you didn’t even give me a chance to show you I understand. I know where you’re coming from.”

He ducked his head down and started to cry, “I can’t hurt you anymore, y/n. I know if something happened to me, you would fall apart. You love and care so much. I…I-”

You sniffled and took a step closer to him. You placed your hand on his chest and in the softest and sweetest tone you whispered, “I love you more than anything, Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw.”

His body became relaxed. He was now just looking at you lost for words. He blinked a couple of times. Then he closed his eyes tight, gulped and dropped his head down. You lightly brought your hand from his chest to his shoulder and down his arm. You held onto his hand and brought his knuckles to your lips. You kissed them gently and let them go. 

You adjusted your dress and walked away from him walking towards the water. You took your heals off and walked up the shoreline. You let the water hit your feet and you just stood there fiddling with your necklace. You were looking out into the horizon just trying to focus on your breathing. You felt a hand on your lower back you turned around, but to see Penny. You looked around and no sign of Bradley. Your heart sank deeper than it already was. 

Penny: “Honey, why don’t you come in? We are about to close and it's cold out here.” She said concerned for you.

You sobbed, and she took you into her embrace and patted your hair. “It’s going to be okay sweetie. I promise. Give Rooster some time.”

You wiped your tears, “How much more can I give him? I’ve given him so much and here I continue to give it to him.” 

She walked up with you to the bar. You went and sat at the barstool. Just looking at the water droplets that were left behind from the beer bottles that once occupied that spot. You were beyond hurt. I knew I shouldn’t have told him I loved him… Your heart ached. So much for wanting to reconcile.

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I have no words, I just wanna cuddle up in a ball and cry. And just like that he has disappeared. How do you feel about your talk? Was it what you needed from him? I feel like I left with more hurt, sis. I guess it's just time to let go... 😩 I'll see you in the next part my loves, hold on tight 🥺❤️ xo

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When it comes to obkk I always see a lot of "Kakashi takes care of Obito after the war and teaches him that he deserves love", and honestly I think we need more of the other way around

Thoughts on it?

agreed agreed agreed agreed AGREED AGREED AGREED -

Look, everyone knows that I fucking love it when my sad middle-aged-at-30 meowmeow man gets taken care of. This will come as 0 surprise to anyone. I wanna put him in a cardboard box and push him down some stairs - obviously; I'm only human. But I also want him to be picked up and cuddled after.

So, I'd really love it if Obito was there for Kakashi's struggle with not feeling good enough to become Hokage. I want Kakashi to still genuinely believe that Obito would be far, far better in this role - he just can't take the hat, because of, y'know, that whole war criminal thing.

Kakashi continues to quietly blame himself for literally everything in the entire universe, in classic Kakashi fashion. Particularly, for Obito and Rin. Obito's right there, sleeping beside him, but he's been through so fucking much and it's all Kakashi's fault for not going back to retrieve his body. He could've averted literally everything, with that one simple change in history.

If Obito was there, he could've helped him save Rin and prevented her suicide. Obito would never have been brainwashed by Madara, or had the seal placed on his heart. He would never have threatened and eventually killed Minato and Kushina, and almost killed Naruto. He would never have tried to end the world.

Everything that went wrong can be traced back to Kakashi's failure as a team leader. He doesn't understand how Obito can forget that. How he can forgive him, for everything.

WARNING: mention of self-hate, depression and suicidal ideation under cut

Oddly, it's easier for Obito. After all, the whole world looks on him with suspicion nowadays, after the war. Of course they do! He killed a whole lot of people, and he's only still alive because Team Seven vouched for him and told everyone he was integral to taking Madara & Kaguya down. But he's not going to be trusted again quickly - perhaps not ever.

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(Perhaps not even by Kakashi, who still sometimes wakes, sees him, and reaches instinctually for the not-so-secret knife he keeps under his pillow, before relaxing again.

Obito understands. On some level, he's made his peace with it.)

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But Kakashi is looked up to. He’s revered. He’s one of the heroes of this world, though he feels like anything but.

All that positive attention, everyone telling him how great he is at every opportunity... It's a bit overwhelming. Obito is huffy for a while, painfully aware of how much his life has deviated from the course he laid out as a child. But he can't let that ugly thread of envy turn to hate. Not when he's watching Kakashi wither on the inside, day by day.

The thing is, it doesn't matter how many times people bow to him, or call him Lord. Kakashi doesn't believe he's worthy of it. A small, twisted part of him whispers that he's fooled everyone. Eventually, they'll see what a failure he really is. They'll realise that all the new names on the village memorial are there because of him - people who died because of his past failings. It's only a matter of time.

On the worst sleepless nights, gripping the hilt of that hidden kunai under the thin swell of his pillow, he can't wait.

I can just imagine everything coming to a horrible, bloody head when Kakashi accidentally cuts himself on that kunai. Just a silly little nick on his palm, the sort they all get occasionally. But Obito wakes up when Kakashi's sat there in the middle of the night, backlit by the moon, staring at the blood welling in the crease of his hand. Kunai in the other hand. Pointed casually at his own stomach, the precise way they're all taught not to hold it, from the moment they start at the Academy.

For a full five seconds, all Obito can hear is his own heartbeat. Then he's up, rolling forwards, smacking the kunai out of Kakashi's hands. Grabbing Kakashi's shoulders, shaking him back and forth, a terror ripping through him of a sort he hasn't known since a blade of lightning punched through a young girl's ribcage, so long ago. A terror he didn't even know he was capable of feeling anymore.

The words tear out of him, screamed directly into Kakashi's face (how blank it looks, even without the mask.)

"What the hell? You have everything! You have your happy ending! You have me, you have your kids, you're the fucking Hokage, we saved the world! How can you even consider - "

Worse yet, Kakashi doesn't reply. Doesn't even try to mumble a lie, fake a smile, try to convince Obito (like he has been doing for the past year, like he's been convincing everyone) that he's fine.

He just stares at him with those big, black eyes, and how did Obito ever think they were cold and unfeeling, when cold and unfeeling are emotions all of their own?

He cuts off the tirade. Draws Kakashi in, hugging him tight and fierce like he can press some of his own warmth into him by touch.

"Don't you fucking dare," he whispers, rubbing over that point on his back, where he ran Kakashi through. Feeling the dip in the skin, the strange, stretchy, cigarette-paper texture of the scar. "Please."

He's crying, because of course he fucking is. Crybaby Obito, even after all these years. He used to wish he could make Kakashi sob, just once - shatter that icy, inhuman shell and wring emotion from whatever soft thing is hidden beneath. But now, as Kakashi's breath rolls over his bare shoulder in a hot, damp judder, and he makes this awful little keening noise, high and strangled, like he's trying to trap it in his throat...

It's fucking heartbreaking.

Obito hates it, he hates it he hates it he hates it, with all that cursed Uchiha vehemence that drove him to try to remake the world.

He'd do that for Kakashi, if it would heal this empty void in Kakashi's chest, which seems to suck in all light in the vicinity. But he knows Kakashi wouldn't want that.

So instead, he pulls his shuddering body onto his lap, wrapping both arms around him, flesh and plant alike. He tucks Kakashi's scrunched-up face against his neck, and he kisses his stupid scarecrow-hair, and he lets him cry and cry and cry until he stops.

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Okay, just out of curiosity, on a scale of most to least, how would you rank each character in terms of being a cuddlebug?

Oh this is the ask Ive been dreaming of thank you

I'm doing least to most. Scaling up in the cuddle-ometer to the ultimate cuddler. I'm also rating them on how nice they'd be to cuddle because why not.

9. Abi

She'd love to love cuddles but she just can't. She's always thinking about if she's sweating and if her sweat is bothering the one she's cuddling and is she's too warm and even in cold weather, if she's uncomfortable she just won't say anything to avoid being a bother so she'll lie there being uncomfortable till the other person moves. 0/10 too much anxiety

8. Kaitlyn

She's just not a cuddler. She's not into extended displays of affection. She will however, drape herself over someone's lap like a lavish goddess if there's no where else to sit. Mostly Dylan or Nick because their laps have the most surface area and they'll resist the least. 2/10 you're her chair now.

7. Ryan

As firm as I am about his growing to love cuddles, he certainly doesn't start off that way. His personal space bubble has a five foot diameter. He doesn't like being touched and being leaned on/sat on/sitting on someone, makes his brain itchy. But he's higher than the other two because I think once he's comfortable enough he will accept the cuddles maybe even enjoy them if they're from the right person. 4/10 resistant but willing to try.

6. Laura

Laura's a mid tier cuddler. She can get into them if she's asked but she has pointy, jabby elbows and will wriggle if she's not comfortable but if she gets settled she's set for a few hours. However when she's drunk she's basically a baby koala, she'll hang on no matter what. 5/10 selfish but powerful. Safe in those arms.

5. Jacob

Big jump in the ratings here. Jacob is big into cuddles and he's got the ideal cuddling bod but he runs hot. Like hugging a heater with soft pillowy pecs. If you're into sweating after five minutes it's no problem but unless it's the middle of winter, the temperature regulation is not ideal. 7/10 soft but sweaty and not in the fun way

4. Nick

Another one who's big on cuddles but he won't take the initiative. Nick's not sure how to make the first move. How do you ask someone to sit/lie with you for prolonged periods of time? Nick sure doesn't know. He'll put his arm around the back of the chair and that's about it unless his cuddle partner does the rest. But once you get into the cuddle it's wonderful. 9/10 shy but naturally skilled

3. Emma

Hold her. Just fucking do it. She needs it. The second you open up your body language in her direction she's already planning how to ferret her way into your lap. She'll be casual about it though. Real slick with it. And then she'll curl up like a cat and and be asleep in approximately ten minutes if left undisturbed. She smells so good and her skin is soft. She'll fold herself to fit your position. 10/10 expert nuzzler

2. Dylan

Dylan is just looking for an excuse to hold you. You look cold? Hug. You look sad? Hug. If you look at him for too long, he'll assume you want a hug. He will raise an arm in your direction and you can cuddle under that thing to your heart's content. Wide chest, perfect for laying on. Warm and smells good and he'll rub your back during. 20/10 high priority cuddles

1. Max

This is a man who loves to cuddle and knows how to do it right. He craves cuddles. What's the point of just sitting next to someone when you can be all up in their grill? Years of having to bend around Laura's elbows of steel made him too powerful. He basically learnt how to cuddle on hard mode. He may be shorter but it's his vibes that send it home. He's so calming. He's like a living scented candle. Warm and comforting. He'll play with your hair, draw shapes on you and write messages on your back and get you to guess. it's a experience worth paying for. 100/10 what dreams are made of