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City of Love - Matt Sturniolo

Requested by anon Part Two. Pairings - Matt Sturniolo x fem!Reader Warnings - strong language & a lil fluff 😇 W/c - 2536 Summary - You move back to your hometown, Boston, after a bad breakup. When your takeout gets dropped off next door, your neighbor comes by to give you your food, already paid for. A/n - Thank you for requesting ❤️ I had a lot fun with this one!! Kinda gave me some inspiration so I might do a mini series about it?? Let me know what you guys thinks!! I wrote this off my phone but edited most of it on my computer so hopefully there’s no typos 🤦🏻‍♀️ Requests are always open! Check out my masterlist for my most recents!! Also dividers & photos are not mine - all credits to owners. Update - edited. Thank you for reading!!

"Over there is fine," you point to the mover you had hired. After ending things with your high school sweetheart, nearly four months ago, you decided to make the move to one of your favorite cities. The only romantic relationship you've ever known was gone, it left you feeling lonely. Instead of dwelling on the situation, you decided to make light of it, accepting a new job, and moving across the country. Call it crazy, but you couldn't bear living in the same town as the man who broke your heart.

It was a proximity thing - no matter how many times your brain told you to stay away, your heart wouldn't allow it. So, the only way to finally wash your hands of your shitty ex, was to get the fuck away from him. And that's exactly what you did.

Boston has always held a special place in your heart. Your parents were born and raised here. They graduated, meeting after college, and having you a couple years later. Unfortunately, your family moved to Seattle before you hit age 12, due to your dad's busy work life, but you always made it a point to come back.

Your parents referred to Boston as the 'city of love', being that's where their relationship began to really flourish. The love they had for each other inspired you. It was nothing you had ever witnessed, or experienced, before. To this day, they still act like teenagers in love. One of your main goals in life was to find a love like theirs. It was raw and real.

"Okay, looks like that's the last of it," your head snaps to the man standing in the doorway of your new home. You shake your head, almost like you're trying to push the thoughts out of it.

Clearing your throat, "thank you so much, Tony," walking over to your purse, and scavenging through it. You pull out a fresh hundred-dollar bill, holding it in front of you, "I appreciate you guys so much!"

Tony's eyebrows raise and a confused, yet surprised look takes over his face, "you already paid by card, Ms. y/l/n."

You shake your head at him, "it's a tip. I had a lot of stuff to move, and you guys were available last minute. Here, Christmas is coming up soon." Knowing Tony had three young children at home, it was the least you could do. He had only talked about them the whole time he was moving all your belongings in. He ran a small moving business with his brother and father-in-law, and honestly you called all over the city, trying to find a moving company who would accept your proposition last minute. Tony was the only company with the availability, and that you were grateful for.

Knowing money was never a problem for you, you went out of your way to help others in need, whether it be giving a homeless man a hot meal or volunteering at the local food drive. It warmed your heart every time you did a good deed, hoping your act of kindness would go a long way for somebody, someday. Tony gives you an appreciative nod, taking the tip, and goes on his way.

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It was almost seven o'clock at night. You decided unpacking was too much of a bother, so you ordered Chinese take-out instead. There you were, sprawled out on the floor of your empty living room, waiting on your dinner. You were still in the process of furnishing your newly bought home. A bit of a perfectionist, you'd sit on the floor for months until you found exactly what you wanted. Even though your financial state was never a problem, your parents still taught you the value of a dollar, which you were thankful for. Along with your father's amazing money management skills, you were set for life at the ripe age of twenty.

A loud knock on the door brings you back to reality. You knew your ring doorbell wasn't set up yet, so not being able to see who was knocking on your door made you feel uneasy, until you remembered your Chinese take-out. Not caring that the delivery man was going to see you in your superman pajama pants and a cropped tank top, you make your way over to the door, slinging it open. You don't make eye contact with him, instead you reach for your purse, fishing for cash again. Once you pull out a twenty-dollar bill and hand it to him, your eyes finally meet.

What a fine delivery man.

"I already paid for it," he croaks out, his voice getting stuck in his throat for a second. A confused look makes its way across your face as you and the strange delivery man, who apparently pays for people's food, look each other up and down. He clears his throat, "it got delivered to my house. Delivery guy seemed like he was in a rush,” he states, letting his eyes wonder around to the atrocious setting behind you.

“Oh shit, here,” you tell him shoving the twenty-dollar bill towards him, “thank you,” with one hand on the door, ready to grab your food, and close the door in his face. You didn’t care how handsome he was. You wanted to be by yourself, and also save yourself the embarrassment of your cute neighbor seeing you this rough looking. Spiderman pajama, c'mon.

“I was actually gonna eat it,” you watch as his face twists in amusement, “kidding. I’m Matt,” he introduces himself and holds out the brown paper bag your food is in.

“Y/n,” you tell him before taking the bag. Thankfully, it looked untouched. You didn’t know what it was but there was definitely something about this strange, adorable man, joking with you like he knew you already. It brought comfort to your night.

“I like that,” he shoots out, almost like word vomit. Before you can say anything, a cringe-like look spreads across his face, “I mean, it suits you.”

“Thanks,” you let out a giggle. A sudden wave of silence takes over both you, so you awkwardly come up with something to say, “I just moved in.”

“Yeah?” He asks, but it was obvious he already figured that part out. Considering that fact his eyes kept drifting to the empty living room behind you. Matt lets his eyes drift once again, but they finally fall on yours, locking you in. The two of you stay stuck in a trance for a moment, not saying a word.

A blush creeps up, heating your cheeks up a dark shade of red. You let your eyes fall to the floor and back up at him, only to see that his face matches yours. You clear your throat, “come in?” It’s a suggestion, but it comes out as a question.

Matt sucks in a sharp breath, nodding, as you step aside to let him walk in. You turn around and make your way to the kitchen, knowing the only furniture you have is the barstools, your bed, and a couple miscellaneous items. Setting the brown paper bag on the island, “sorry for the mess. It’s been a long day,” taking out two plates out of a box nearby. The only thing you had the energy to unpack earlier was your silverware drawer, so you open it and fetch two forks. Spinning around, and making you way to Matt, little did you know he was already watching your every move.

“I don’t have my furniture yet so we’re eating in here like real adults,” you joke, trying to break the ice. You quickly open the takeout containers of chicken lo mien and general tso’s chicken.

“I was just kidding,” he tells you, eyeballing the food like a starved man. “You eat,” he looks up at you. Those blue eyes had you drawn to him for some odd reason.

“Well, that’s the only reason I invited you in. You said you’re hungry, now eat,” you playfully order. He starts to say something, but his mind decides against it. He gives you a warm smile and nods, “thanks.”

“Any time,” you return the warm smile and take a seat next to him. “One minute,” you hold up a finger at him before running to the living room to retrieve your laptop.

Taking your spot next to Matt and setting your laptop in front of you. Big Mouth plays on the screen, but you don’t bother to change it. Probably the worst decision you made all night because the show was extremely perverted. You and your new neighbor sit in a comfortable silence while the tv show plays in the background.

“So,” he stretches out, “you’re from Boston?”

You shake your head, making sure to swallow your food before speaking, “well, yeah. I was born here but I’ve lived in Seattle since I was 12.”

“What made you move back?” The tone in his voice made you wonder if he was being genuine or just nosey. It was melancholy, that’s the best way to describe it. Like something was missing in his life, like he didn’t have anything to live for.

Taking a deep breath, you had to brace yourself every time he spoke. You didn’t know what it was or why it was happening, but Matt had a certain vibe to him, a vibe that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. All you knew is that you needed to figure out.

“It’s the city of love,” the words rolling off your tongue before you even realize you said them aloud. Matt looks at you for a moment, like he’s trying to read you. You match his energy, staring him down like he was doing to you, making Matt blinks a few times, attempting to look away but his mind won’t let hm.

“You really want to get your tongue underneath hers, too. Yeah, you want to get in there like a Claritin to just dissolve,” one the characters from Big Mouth sounds thru the kitchen, a bit too loud. Matt’s head snaps towards to screen, his face heats up dark red as he looks from the screen to you, basically snitching on himself.

For the millionth time tonight, your face matches his - red and flustered.

You and Matt chat for a while, making small talk about the love you both shared for Boston. He vowed to take you out to get more familiar with the city since you hadn't visited in years. Small talk turned into an hour's long conversations about everything under the sun, moon, and stars. You felt like you were catching up with somebody you had known for years. Eventually, Matt's eyes fall to his phone. 10:53 pm. He watches as you yawn, your elbow still propped on the table, and your head resting on it lightly. Big Mouth still plays across your computer screen, the perverted animation wasn't such a bad thing, you had forgot it was even playing. Matt gets up, taking your dishes over to the sink to rinse them off. The small act of kindness impresses you, taking him for the gentleman he truly is.

“Thanks for hanging out with me. I don’t know a lot of people here,” you tell him. In the beginning of the night, you wanted to stay in your solitude. It was an overwhelming day for you, and you weren’t expecting company. When Matt showed up at your door, you had no intentions of eating dinner with him, but you’re glad you did. His company gave you some type of comfort. Even though there wasn’t a lot said between you two, besides random chit-chat, you were grateful he interrupted your night.

Matt leans against the counter, “thanks for having me. I’m right next door so if you ever want to hang out,” he trails on, indicating he had a good night too.

“It’s the least I can do,” you tell him, “especially since you paid for it. Thanks again, by the way.” You weren’t used to having anyone, except your dad, pay for things. Even when you were with your ex, it was a routine you always paid for everything. It didn’t matter if it was dinner and a movie or something more expensive. Hell, you even got his car out of impound before, and that was easily seven hundred dollars. It all went unnoticed with him.

“Well, I seen you moving in earlier. I wanted to come over, but I didn’t want to be a bother,” he tells you, honesty lace through his voice. You walk over to him, leaning your body against the opposite counter. Superman pajamas pants and your cropped tank, you fold your arms over your chest to cover yourself from exposure. Not having a bra on made matters very noticeable.

Matt’s eyes trail over your body, taking in every inch of you. “So, you just wanted a reason to talk me?” your whisper-like tone sends chills down his spine, peppering his arms in goosebumps. He clears his throats and nods. A flirtatious smirk pulls at your lips, “I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah, me too,” the mood becomes softer, and he searches your face with his eyes.

Courage sparks through your core, and you decide to test the waters, “you want to kiss me, don’t you?”

Your questions take him by surprise, and you watch as Matt fixes his posture, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. He makes sure to keep his eyes locked on yours, “only if you want me to.”

You press your lips together, “do you think I do?” Being a tease was one of your many talents, you were best at it.

Matt’s eyebrows furrow together, and he thinks for a split second. “Y-yea, I think so,” he stutters over his words. It obvious you have a certain effect on him that makes him nervous. Or maybe it was the moment.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

That’s all you have to ask him before his hands shoot out, finding your waist, and pulling you towards him. Your face is inches away from his, and he leans in for a quick, yet hesitant, kiss. It only lasts a split second before Matt pulls away. His soft lips made you want more, so you smash your lips into his, a little rougher than anticipated. Matt snakes a hand around your waist, and the other travels up to cup for cheek.

Your lips move against his like two waves that had been separated for a lifetime. You make a fist of his shirt, trying to pull him in closer to you. This was the closest you had been to someone romantically since your ex. The kiss was something you had never experienced before, being with your ex for so long made the spark die out. You hadn’t been kissed like this in years and you were loving every minute of it, but you knew it had to end soon. You were running out of breath and trying to breathe through your nose with his face so close to yours was sucking it right out of you.

Matt is the one to break the heated kiss, finally pulling to look at you. “Woah," he's absolutely flustered, and you loved to see it.

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thank you so much for writing my Valentine’s Day request! I would definitely love to see a part 2 or a mini series (if you’re up for it ofc). maybe where they are wedding planning and then the day of the wedding and all the girls help the reader get ready (Chad helps Ethan ofc) and Quinn is super excited to have a sister in law… and maybe at the end the new wedded landrys will announce baby landry on the way 😉

Okay, this is MASSIVE. I hope you like it:) I had a lot to fit in lmao

Perfectly Perfect - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Summary: After Ethan asks you to marry him, you learn that he wants to marry you as soon as possible. He also mentions how badly he wants kids soon, but it happens sooner than expected.

Part 1

Contains: Fluff, pregnancy, suggestions to sex, and if I didn't use the word 'fuck', it wouldn't be a fic I wrote :)

A/N: Jesus, I hope y'all like this. I've spent a couple days on it, and it has SO MUCH in it. Like 8 months worth of stuff in 6.7k words(I double-checked for grammatical errors, and if you catch something I didn't, I'm SO SORRY). I didn't want to leave it on a cliffhanger like I love to do. I'll be working on a couple fics tomorrow, one of them will definitely be smut:)

After Ethan proposed, you didn’t want to get back to your normal life. You couldn’t wait to start talking about wedding planning, but he wanted to wait for the weekend so he could completely focus on it and not be stressed about his work project.

On Friday night, you sat on top of his kitchen counter as he made you dinner. You offered to help, but he knew your day was stressful, so he wanted you to relax. You smiled as you watched him, thinking back to the first time he ever tried to cook for you.

He tried to make pasta with this sauce that he made from scratch. He wanted it to seem like he knew what he was doing, even though the most he’d ever made was ramen and instant mac and cheese. The gesture was sweet, but the food tasted terrible. You didn’t show it though, until he finally spoke up.

“This tastes awful…how are you eating that?” he asked as you started to laugh a little.

“You worked hard on it, babe.”

“Fuck it, let’s order Chinese,” he said, pulling out his phone. “One day, I’ll be good at cooking.”

“I can always cook for you, though,” you smiled, as he shook his head.

“One of these days, I want to be able to cook for you and our kids,” he said, placing the order and sitting his phone down on the table. Your eyes widened, because that was the first time he’d ever hinted that the two of you would have a long future together. You’d only been together for a little over a year, but you knew you wanted to be with him forever.

“Kids, huh? How many are we having?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.

“I think five is a good number,” he said, as you started to choke on the water. “Okay, maybe not five. But I know I want a family with you someday.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled, as he leaned over to kiss you, “But five is definitely a lot.”

His cooking skills improved after he discovered that salt and pepper weren’t the only seasonings someone could use. When he walked over and reached around to grab some spices out of the cabinet, you started to move your head.

“You’re fine, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead before he grabbed what he needed.

“I’m absolutely dying to talk about wedding stuff,” you said dramatically, as he went back to his place in front of the stove.

“What do you want to talk about first?” he asked, smiling as he focused on dinner.

“When do you want to get married?” he started to laugh a little at your question.

“I’d marry you right this second if we could pull a wedding together that quick.” He said, “I’m thinking October.”

“Like, eight months away October? Or next year?” you questioned, getting a little nervous.

“This year,” he said, sautéing the veggies he was cooking in the pan.

“Uh, I don’t know if we could pull that off. We’d have to find a wedding venue, a photographer, a DJ, a florist…I’d have to get a dress. Plus, October is a busy wedding month,” you sighed, “Most of the venues are probably booked up already.”

“I can pull some strings,” he said, as you curiously eyed him. “One of the guys at work has a cousin that’s about to open their own wedding venue this fall. He mentioned it when I told him I was going to propose.”

“Really?” you asked, “But there’s still so many other things to do.”

“Let’s eat first, then we can look into it.”

The food he made was delicious. He smiled proudly as you wouldn’t stop complimenting his cooking skills. It was definitely an improvement from what he tried to make for you four years ago.

“I told you, I was going to get better at cooking for you and our future kids,” he started to laugh, but then he got quiet as he started to think.  “How do you feel about trying for one soon?”

His question caught you off guard, your cheeks turning pink. “Oh, um…” you were so flustered as you tried to compile your thoughts, “Yeah, I’d love that, but we need to get the wedding stuff squared away first, then we’ll talk about it.”

“Deal.”

After dinner, he sat down with you on the couch and pulled out his phone to show you the pictures of the new wedding venue that was almost finished.

“That’s beautiful!” you said, looking at the tall ceilings and the spacious outside area.

“They’re going to get the landscaping finished this week, and then they have to do a few more things to the inside. I’ll ask him if we can tour it when it’s finished,” he said, his arm draping around your shoulder as he pulled you closer. “I want our wedding day to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of, so if you hate it, we could always push it out a year.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it just by how gorgeous it already looks,” you said, snuggling into his chest, “but yeah, ask him about touring it.”

“Oh, Chad has a friend that’s a photographer, too,” he said, as you raised up a little to look at him.

“Have you been wedding planning without me?” you joked, as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“No…well maybe a little,” he sighed, “His work is really good. I’ve also been looking at flowers and stuff on my breaks at work…don’t hate me.”

Your heart started to melt as you realized exactly how excited he was to marry you. You knew he wanted to and that he loved you, but him wanting to officially start your lives together as soon as possible made you feel so special.

“What do you think for colors?” you asked, interested in what he had to say.

“I haven’t thought about that yet, I wanted you to pick them.”

“I’m thinking a really pretty deep red and maybe some orange would look really nice, especially if the leaves are going to be changing,” you smiled, as he nodded.

The two of you continued to talk about your wedding ideas, and how big you wanted it to be. You knew some people that went all out and had hundreds of people at their weddings, but you and Ethan decided to keep that number at one hundred or less. You wanted it to be intimate, but still have all the people that meant a lot to you to be there.

“What about your bridesmaids?” he questioned, as you started to think.

“Well, of course Tara would be my Maid of Honor, and Mindy and Anika, but do you think Quinn would want to be the fourth one?” you asked, as he started smiling.

“She’d love that, babe. She loves you, and she’s always asking about you whenever she calls to check in,” he said, “It makes me so happy that you’d want someone from my family to be one of your bridesmaids.”

He started to talk about Chad being his best man, and you wouldn’t expect anything less. They were so close, and Chad was the reason the two of you got together in the first place. Ethan was shy, so Chad encouraged him to finally ask you out.

As the months started to fly by, you were surprised at how quickly everything was coming together. Between you and Ethan’s busy work schedules, you still found time to tour the venue, meet with a DJ, do your engagement shoot with Chad’s friend, and get your dress. You didn’t think you’d be able to pull off everything as quick as you were, but with the help of your friends, it was easy.

“Babe,” you called out as you walked through Ethan’s front door, “Where are you?”

He didn’t say anything, but you heard the faint sound of the shower. You walked into the bathroom as he was stepping out.

“Hey, babe,” he said, drying off as you hopped up onto the bathroom counter, “How was your appointment?”

“It was good. It didn’t hurt as bad to take it out as it did to have it put in,” you said, referring to your IUD. “Don’t get any ideas, though. We’re still four months away from the wedding.”

You wanted to wait until it was a lot closer to the wedding, but your doctor was about to have her own baby and was going to take a few months off. You were eager to start a family with Ethan, but you wanted to fit into the dress that you’d spent a lot of money on.

“Fineee,” he sighed out, wrapping his towel around his hips before standing in front of you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said as he leaned in to kiss you. After he pulled away, you started to panic, remembering things you still had to do. “Fuck, I forgot to email the caterer!”

You tried to slide off the counter before Ethan stopped you. “I already did it, babe,” your mind was still racing, “And Tara stopped by work today to grab the invitations. She dropped them off at the post office for us.”

You sighed, relaxing a little as you smiled at him. “What else do we still have to do, then?”

“The only thing I want us to worry about tonight is spending time with each other,” he said, his hands resting on your thighs, “No wedding talk, no stressing. I just want to hang out.”

“Okay,” you said, as he stepped back so you could slide off the counter.

“I’m going to get dressed, then I’ll order food, and we can watch a movie,” he said, pecking your lips as you walked out of the bathroom.

You had a great night with Ethan. He knew how to calm you down and take your mind off things, even though the little voice inside your head kept reminding you of the few things you still had to do. When you woke up the next morning with Ethan spooning you, he was starting to stir awake himself.

“Good morning,” you giggled, as he kissed the back of your neck.

“Good morning,” he said, his curls tickling your bare shoulder, “We have stuff to do today.”

“Do we have to?” you asked, “Because I just want to stay in bed with you all day.”

You adjusted in his arms to face him, his sleepy eyes meeting your mischievous ones.

“Oh? Well, we do have a couple hours before we have to be at the bakery to decide on our cake flavors,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. “What about the possibility of getting pregnant?”

“I highly doubt that it’d happen that quick.”

A couple months later, you realized how wrong you were. Your period didn’t show up, which you assumed was because of the stress and your body getting used to no longer using birth control. After the second month of not getting one, your boobs really started to hurt.

“Uh, are you pregnant?” Tara asked, her eyes going wide as she helped you put together your wedding favors, “I know you mentioned wanting to have a baby soon.”

“I don’t think so,” you sighed, “I think it’s just the stress of the wedding has everything out of whack.”

“It can’t hurt to take a test to be sure. I know you’d feel bad if you were and you weren’t taking the vitamins you need,” she said, “Plus, it’s best to know sooner rather than later if you’re going to fit in your dress.”

“My doctor put me on the vitamins when I told her I wanted to get pregnant soon, so if I am, everything should be okay,” you sighed, getting a little anxious, “But, you’re right. I’ll take a test when Ethan gets back from tux shopping with Chad.”

“I love seeing Chad in a tux,” she gushed, “Maybe one day you’ll be helping me with my wedding…if he ever asks me.”

“It’ll happen. I thought Ethan would never ask, even with me hinting at it all the time.”

When Ethan and Chad made it back to Tara’s, she was practically pushing the two of you out the door. She knew that Chad and Ethan would probably get caught up in video games, but she knew you had more important things to do.

“Did you get your suit?” you asked from the passenger’s seat as Ethan drove.

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it,” he said, glancing over to you. “You okay?”

You sighed as you looked over to him, “Can we stop by the pharmacy on the way back to your house?”

“Yeah, are you feeling sick?” he asked, his voice showing concern.

“No, not really…but Tara thinks I’m pregnant,” you said, as Ethan almost ran a stop sign.

“Wait, what?” he asked, the both of you jolting forward as he came to a sudden stop. “We’ve been safe until a week ago.”

“If I am pregnant, it happened the morning we went to the bakery,” you said, as his hand reached over to grab yours. “I haven’t gotten my period, either.”

“Okay, um…yeah,” he stammered, trying to hide the excitement over the possibility.

“What if I am? I’ll be four months along and probably showing by then,” you sighed, “I won’t fit into my dress. I’m running out of time for alterations, too.”

“Well don’t freak out until we know for sure, okay?” he said, trying to calm you down.

After you made it back to Ethan’s, you went straight to the bathroom with the pharmacy bag in your hand.

“I’ll wait out here,” he said, leaning against the wall to give you your privacy.

He was hoping that the test would be positive, but he didn’t want you to be unhappy about it. He knew it would add even more stress if you were as far along as you thought. He started to get lost in his thoughts as he heard you squeal.

He opened the bathroom door to see your eyes watering and a huge smile on your face.

“Babe, I’m pregnant!”

“No fucking way!” he yelled, picking you up and spinning you. “Oh shit, okay. We’re going to be parents.” He sat you down on your feet and kissed you. “We can turn the spare bedroom into a nursery after the wedding!”

“Oh shit,” you said, your mind going back to the wedding, “I don’t mind being pregnant, and if I’m showing, I don’t care. But I need to figure out something for my dress.”

“Let’s make an appointment and make sure everything’s okay, then we can worry about that.”

You called your doctors office the following Monday, begging to be seen. With your normal doctor being out on maternity leave, they were able to schedule you with another doctor that same day that had a cancellation. You and Ethan both left work early to go because you didn’t know what to expect. You were happy he came with you because they realized that you were about ten weeks along and wanted to do an ultrasound to make sure the baby was measuring correctly.

“There’s not a whole lot to see right now, but the baby is measuring the way it should be,” the ultrasound technician said, as your eyes started to water. You looked over to see Ethan wiping his tears as he watched the screen. She occasionally paused so she could print out the sonograms from different angles.

When you went to walk out, she handed you a tiny little folder with the images she’d printed out. The cover of it said Baby’s First Photo’s, and when Ethan saw it, he lost it. You had to take a few minutes in the room as you tried to get him to stop crying.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy,” he said, as you reached up to wipe some of his tears.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy that you’re this happy,” you said, as he grabbed your hand.

“I love you so much. You’re going to be such an amazing mom,” he said, as he started to pull himself together.

“And you’re going to be an amazing dad. I love you too, babe.”

After the appointment, you talked to Ethan about telling Chad and Tara. Now that you knew the baby was okay, you just had to tell your best friend.

“That’s fucking awesome, dude! Congratulations,” Chad said, pulling Ethan into a hug.

“I knew it!” Tara said, wiping away the few tears that were slipping out.

“Show them the pictures!” Ethan said excitedly, as you grabbed the folder out of your purse.

“Aww, little baby Landry,” Chad said, flipping through the images.

“What do you think you’re having?” Tara asked, “Because I need a reason to go shopping.”

Chad rolled his eyes, “You always have a reason to go shopping.”

“We won’t find out until after the wedding, but I think we want to announce our pregnancy then,” you smiled, looking over to Ethan as he nodded.

“Let me know what I can do to help once you guys decide what you want to do,” Tara said, taking one last look at the pictures before she handed them back to you.

“I will.”

A month later, you stopped by Tara’s to try your dress on to see if it still fit.

“Fuck,” you said, as she tried to zip the back. It wouldn’t budge above your waist. “What am I going to do now?” you sighed, looking at her in the mirror of her bedroom.

“We can get it altered. We’re cutting it close though, and we still don’t know how big you’ll be on your wedding day,” she said, as panic started to set in for her, too. “The bridal shop is open today; I’ll call them to see if their seamstress can fix it.”

As Tara paced on the phone, you really thought you were going to have to buy a whole new dress, until she screamed “Yes! Thank you so much!”

She ended the call before walking up to you, “Okay, we have to take it in right now, but they believe they can put something into the sides of the dress that will make it a little stretchy.”

“Thank god,” you said, sliding the dress off and putting it back on the hanger.

When you arrived at the bridal store, the seamstress took new measurements and used her experience with other brides in similar situations to decide what to do.

“This won’t be ready for a few weeks, but I assure you that you’ll have it before your wedding,” she said, as you sighed in relief.

“Thank you so much!” you said, “You’ll call me when it’s ready?”

“As soon as I finish it, I’ll call you in so you can try it on,” she said, as you nodded.

You were still stressed, but you were hopeful that you’d still be able to wear the dress.

After a few weeks went by, you got the call to come look at your dress. As you tried it on, and the seamstress zipped it, it fit perfectly.

“Thank you so much!” you smiled, “I didn’t doubt you, but I know I’m a little bigger now, so I wasn’t sure if that would work.”

“You’re lucky I have experience with this,” she laughed, helping you back out of the dress.

“You can’t even tell I’m pregnant!”

The day before your wedding, Tara and Chad helped you and Ethan get everything set up in the venue. The boys were in the corner decorating the arch because they were tall enough to do so, as Tara helped you decorate the tables.

“This is so cute!” she said, looking at the burnt orange cheesecloth table runners were draped across the tables.  

 “It’ll look even better after the florist delivers the flowers tomorrow morning. The red and orange roses are really going to make everything pop.”

Ethan walked over to look at what you and Tara were working on. “I hate to rush you, but we have to start the rehearsal soon,” he said, “But these tables look amazing, babe.”

When he kissed the top of your head, you heard a squeal come from the main entrance.

“Hey, guys!” Quinn said, as she walked in. Ethan ran up to hug her before she came over to you. “Are you excited? Because you’re totally glowing.”

“Yeah, I am,” you smiled, glancing down at your oversized t-shirt. It’s taken everything in you to not put your hands on your belly whenever you were around anyone the didn’t already know you were pregnant.

“Thank you for asking me to be a part of your day tomorrow,” she smiled, “So we’re staying at Tara’s tonight?”

“Yeah, we’re having a slumber party,” Tara laughed, joining the conversation. “It’s bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding.” You and Ethan both rolled your eyes at the superstition, “Hey, I want you two to last forever.”

“We will,” Ethan said, pulling you into a kiss.

“Gross,” you heard Mindy yell as she walked into the door. Anika was right behind her, the excitement evident on her face as she looked around the room.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” she said, as they walked up to you.

“My people are here, where’s the rest of yours?” you asked Ethan, remembering him wanting to start the rehearsal.

“They’re on the way,” he sighed, as Chad started to yell for his help. “I’ll be right back.”

You laughed as they were struggling to get the lacy orange and red fabric to stay on the arch, along with the few fake flower decorations you got from the craft store.

“This isn’t funny,” Ethan said, trying to fight his own laughter as Chad started to get pissed.

The other two of Ethan’s groomsmen walked in and greeted you before walking over to Ethan and Chad to help.

“How many men does it take to hang some fabric and fake flowers?” Quinn questioned, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

“I don’t know, but hopefully the answer is four, because that’s all we’ve got,” you laughed, as the guys started to cheer.

“Ooh, they finally got it,” Mindy said, wrapping her arm around Anika as she giggled.

The officiant, DJ, and wedding coordinator were ready to go when Ethan walked up to you.

“You ready to fake marry me?” he asked, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with. I’m starting to get sleepy,” you sighed, as Ethan nodded. Your newest pregnancy symptom was extreme tiredness, but you’d take that over being nauseous.

“Okay, we’ll be doing this outside tomorrow, but because it’s raining, we have to do it inside tonight,” the wedding coordinator said, “I want to make this as painless as possible.”

Ethan followed the bridesmaids and groomsmen down the aisle, standing on his side as the music started for you to walk down the aisle. You took your time as you were instructed, finally making it to Ethan.

He started to laugh a little, as you rolled your eyes. “You’re laughing now, but if you don’t cry when you see me in my dress tomorrow, I’ll walk down this aisle a hundred times.”

“Sorry, this is a little awkward,” he said, grabbing your hand as the officiant started to speak.

He started to go through his spiel, skipping over the vows you and Ethan were going to recite for each other and the ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife’ part.

“Are we done yet?” you asked through a yawn, the tiredness being too much.

“Did you want to look at the slideshow tonight, or no?” the DJ asked as he pointed at the projection screen.

“No!” you and Ethan both said at the same time, knowing that the last slide was the one announcing your pregnancy.

“I think it’ll be fine to wait until tomorrow,” Ethan said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Okay, cool. We’re done, then,” he said, shutting his laptop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” Ethan said, turning to you. He leaned down to kiss you when your friends walked up.

“We need to get her out of here,” Tara said, as you pulled away from the kiss. Ethan subtly rubbed his hand over your tummy, which he’d done every single night before bed since you found out you were pregnant.

“I love you,” he said, as Tara grabbed your hand to pull you away.

“I love you, too!”

When you made it back to Tara’s, you were struggling to keep your eyes open as everyone sat around and talked. You finally excused yourself to the guest bedroom, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, you woke up before everyone else. You showered and ordered coffee before you snuck into Tara’s room to grab your dress out of the closet. When the coffee arrived, you were debating on peacefully waking everyone up, but decided on yelling.

“I’m ready to get married, wake up!” Your voice echoed off the walls of the house as you heard Mindy groan in the living room. Tara soon turned the corner, grabbing her drink out of the holder.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she said, as you took a sip of yours. “Are you supposed to be drinking that?”

“It’s decaf,” you sighed, “It’s not as good but it’ll get me through the day.”

She nodded as everyone else walked into the kitchen.

“Someone’s excited,” Quinn smiled, “I can’t believe I’m getting a sister-in-law today!”

She pulled you into a hug, “I hope I got your coffee order right. I was trying to remember it from college.”

“No, this is perfect,” she said, taking a sip.

“We have to be at the venue in two hours,” you said, looking around at everyone’s tired expressions. “Can you guys get ready soon?”

“I expected the bridezilla antics to start before now,” Mindy said, sarcasm in her tone as you glanced over to her.

“I just don’t want to be late,” you sighed, as Quinn remembered something.

“I don’t know if you’re doing the normal wedding traditions, but,” she said, running to her bag in the living room, “I’d love it if you’d wear this.” She opened a jewelry box, showing you a beautiful diamond necklace. “This belonged to Ethan and I’s grandmother.”

“Oh my god, Quinn! This is gorgeous!” You were in awe, the sweet gesture showing you how excited she was for you to be a part of her family. “I’d love to wear it.”

“I hoped you’d say that. I know it would mean a lot to Ethan.”

After everyone finally got ready, you headed to the venue. Tara ran into the main building, looking around for Ethan.

“You! Stay right there for the next five minutes,” she said as she saw him, before running back to the car.

Ethan laughed to himself at her determination to keep you from being seen by him as he helped the florist finish decorating the tables.

“Okay, we gotta move,” Tara said, grabbing stuff out of the trunk of her car as you walked through the back entrance to the bridal suite.

You hung your dress up and waited for the rest of your friends to make it inside.

“Geez, T. What is all of this?” Mindy asked, sitting one of the heavy plastic bins down on the floor.

“It’s all the stuff to get our beautiful bride ready,” she groaned out, setting down another box.

“I think the key word is beautiful, which she already is…she doesn’t need all this shit,” Mindy said, opening the tote to look inside. “Wait, what’s up with these favors?”

“Don’t look at those!” Tara said, as Mindy eyed her suspiciously.

“What’s going on?” she asked, as Anika and Quinn made it in with the rest of the stuff.

“Those are another set of favors we’re giving out after,” Tara said, looking over to you.

“What do you mean?” she asked, as you tried to discreetly change into something that wouldn’t mess up your hair and makeup after it was finished. “Wait, what the fuck?”

Mindy walked over to you as Quinn and Anika were showing off the dress styles they chose in your colors.

“Are you pregnant?” she whispered, taking in the way your lower abdomen was sticking out.

“Mindy, please don’t say anything to anyone,” you said, motioning with your eyes to your other friends, “We’re announcing it today.”

“Wait, seriously?” she asked, as you started to laugh.

“Are you going to keep asking questions?” You whispered as you smiled, “Ethan and I wanted to get pregnant. It happened quicker than I thought it would, but this was always the plan.”

“Oh, well congratulations,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

“Why are you congratulating her?” Anika asked, as she walked up to join in the conversation.

“She’s getting married, babe, duh.”

When Tara helped you get ready, you could tell she was trying hard not to cry. She was so happy for you, and knowing how much Ethan loved you made it hard for her to keep her emotions in. You felt awkward trying to talk to her as Chad’s friend came in to snap pictures of everyone getting ready.

“Thank you for doing this for me, Tara,” you said, as she finished up your hair.

“You think I’d let just anyone glam you up for your special day?” she asked, spraying a thick cloud of hairspray over your head.

“You know there’s a lot of chemicals in that, right?” you laughed as her eyes went wide.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, I just wanted to distract you. You’ve been fighting tears since I sat down in the chair,” you said, as she started to let them slip out.

“I’m just so happy for you,” she said, as she started to put primer on your face.

“Well, just know that when Chad proposes someday, I’ll do the exact same stuff for you that you’ve done for me. I’m so thankful for our friendship.”

“I think that’s coming sooner rather than later…” she trailed off as you stared at her.

“Okay, spill. What’s going on?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“Today’s your day. We can talk about it after the honeymoon.”

“No, tell me! I don’t care what day it is,” you said, laughing.

“Well, I found a receipt for a jewelry store when I was doing Chad’s laundry the other day,” she said, as you cut her off.

“You’re doing wifey shit, but continue,” you said, as she started to blush.

“It was for a ring. So, unless he’s buying it for someone else, I’m pretty sure he wants to marry me.”

You started to squeal as she shushed you.

“Sorry, I’m just so happy for you!”

After your makeup was done, and you helped everyone else get ready, Tara was about to kick everyone out when Quinn ran up to you.

“I’m leaving, but I wanted to give you this,” she said, handing you the jewelry box with the necklace in it.

“Wait, I think you should help me put it on.”

She smiled as she took it out of the box and put it around your neck, clasping it in the back. The photographer started snapping pictures of the sweet moment. She was trying not to cry as she looked at you wearing it. “Thank you for being so good to my brother. I know he’s a little dorky, but you really brought him out of his shell. He’s never been this happy.”

You felt your own eyes start to water as you fanned your face with your hands, trying to keep the tears in. “Thank you, Quinn.”

You hugged her before she went out to join Mindy and Anika in the reception area of the venue.

“Let’s get your dress on,” Tara said, grabbing it off the hanger.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous it wont fit even though it did a week ago,” you sighed, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding your leggings down.

“It will, don’t stress,” she said, as you stepped inside the dress.

“See, still fits,” she smiled after she got it zipped.

“Are you ladies almost ready?” The wedding coordinator asked, as she walked in

“Yes,” you said, slipping your heels on. “Is he ready?”

She started to laugh at your question, “Honey, that man’s been ready for over an hour. His best man was in there…what do you kids call it…hyping him up?”

You started to laugh, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Well, if you’re ready, I’ll let them know that we can begin,” she said, looking you over in your dress. “You look gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous enough to make the groom cry?” you asked, as she nodded.

“He’s already cried a couple times,” she said, walking out of the room.

Tara looked at you and stuck her lip out at the fact that Ethan was so emotional.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” she said, helping you put your veil on.

“I’m hoping these pregnancy hormones don’t get the best of me today. I don’t want to mess all your hard work up,” you said, fanning your face again.

“That’s what setting spray is for,” she said, giving your face a second coat of it. “Just in case.”

The coordinator came back in the room to grab you as you heard the music start to play.

“I know this is a little different than last night, but you’re just going to walk down the path to the arch,” she said, as Tara walked past you to join the rest of the bridesmaids.

“I love you,” she said, “Don’t be nervous.”

After everyone cleared out, you waited for your cue.

“Alright, sweetheart. This is all you,” she said, gently nudging you towards the door.

As you walked out, you noticed all the people standing, and couldn’t help but think about falling in front of all of them. The second Ethan was in your line of vision, and he covered his face as he started to cry, it gave you all the confidence you needed to make it to him.

You noticed that Tara and Quinn were trying so hard to keep it together, and Chad too. He was just so happy for his best friend. You smiled at him as Ethan pulled his hands away from his face.

“So beautiful,” he said, wiping away the tears that just kept slipping out. Chad reached over to pat him on the back as you made it to the end of the path, standing across from him.

As the officiant started to speak, your breath hitched in your throat. You were trying so hard not to cry, but you knew you were going to lose that battle once you and Ethan read your vows.

“The bride and groom have written their own vows. We’ll start with you,” he said, turning to Ethan.

“I didn’t write anything down, because I wanted to speak from the heart,” he said, laughing a little, “I love everything about you, from the way you look when you first wake up, to the way you argue with me over the remote. You’re my best friend, my soulmate. You’re everything I could’ve ever wanted and more in a partner. You were patient with me when I was shy and didn’t know how to talk to you when we first met. Now, I’m a more confident person because of the man you’ve helped me become. I’m so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

Tears were slipping out, as hard as you tried to fight it, before the officiant turned to you.

“I also didn’t write my vows down,” you giggled, “but I guess that’s what makes us so special. I’m so thankful for you. When you finally asked me to be yours, I never had a doubt in my mind that we wouldn’t last forever. You say that I boosted your confidence, but you helped mine so much. I don’t worry about what people think of me, because I know the one that truly matters is always in my corner, no matter what. I know we can make it through anything the universe throws at us, as long as I have you by my side. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m so happy that I get to be your wife. I’m so happy that you chose me. I love you, too.”

Ethan nodded as he fought off the tears again. You almost missed everything your officiant was saying, because you were so focused on him.

“If there are no objections, by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he announced, before turning to Ethan, “You gonna kiss your bride or not?”

Everyone started to laugh as Ethan leaned in, his hands going to your hips as he kissed you.

Cheers erupted from your guests as he lifted you off the ground before gently sitting you back down. That’s when he noticed the necklace.

“Babe, is this…”

“Your grandmothers,” you said, finishing his thought. He started to tear up all over again.

He looked over to Quinn and mouthed ‘thank you’ before he took your hand and walked you back up the aisle.

You were quickly whisked away by the photographer, who wanted to get some beautiful shots of you and Ethan in the wooded area on the edge of the venue. The red and orange accents in his suit and boutonniere looked beautiful against the orange and yellow leaves.

“Can I have a minute with her?” Ethan asked the photographer. He nodded, stepping back a few yards but still snapping a few photos as the two of you talked. “You look so beautiful, and your vows were beautiful.”

“Yours were too, babe,” you said, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rubbing his hand across the well-hidden bump.

“I feel great right now. Hopefully I won’t be too tired later,” you smiled, as he took your hand in his and walked towards the photographer.

“Well, Mrs. Landry, let’s go to the party,” he said, as you smiled.

“I like the sound of that…Mrs. Landry.”

“Well good, because you’re stuck with me forever.”

When you made it back inside the venue, you immediately went into your first dance. The slideshow started, and it was perfectly timed out to the music as your arms were around Ethan’s neck. It showed pictures of the two of you as kids, before moving on to the pictures the two of you had taken as a couple. As you saw the engagement photos, you knew what the next one would be as the music stopped. You and Ethan both turned towards the screen as the picture of your sonogram popped up, with the words ‘Baby Landry coming soon’.

The gasps were audible, before everyone started to clap for the two of you. That’s when the DJ invited everyone else out to the dance floor to join you and Ethan.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?! That’s why you’re glowing!” Quinn said, looking down at your stomach, “I’m going to be an aunt!”

She was squealing, so excited for you, but also, her new title. “This dress is hiding it well. I’m sixteen weeks along,” you said, rubbing your hands across your belly.

“No way! Well, I guess I’ll be moving back to New York,” she smiled, “I’m not missing all the important moments of this baby’s life.”

“What about the guy you’re seeing?” you asked, as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll make him come with me.”

After the wedding was winding down, the tiredness fully started to kick in.

“You okay?” Chad asked, as Ethan mingled with the guests.

“Yeah, just exhausted,” you sighed, as he looked at the ground.

“When you two get back from Mexico, I kind of need your help with something,” he said, flashing a smile.

“Oh?” you asked, waiting for him to say more. He glanced over to Tara, who was laughing at something Mindy said.

“Yeah, I hope this is okay because Ethan suggested that I talk to you tonight before you leave…but I’m going to ask Tara to marry me.”

[snapghoul]

Gnawing at my reflection

A dupe looking a little too much like Ethan gets on the IMF’s radar, something isn’t quite right.

Note: Snaps back at it again messing with the Cruise-verse ™️, writing a Collateral/Mission impossible because I can. Please let me know if yall want more of this story because I might wanna try to write a little mini series.

Warnings: Violence, blood, death.

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London was drab, cold, and oppressive. Grey. The hunts felt boring and tasteless, each target weak and cowardly.

He was a hunter, craving fearsome prey; these pathetic little bunnies did nothing to quench his bloodlust. But this one—this one had been impressive. He hadn’t encountered someone who fought back like that in ages. Still, it ended far too soon. Shame; he expected at least a real challenge from the cocky prick. These new hits were all too predictable.

He caught his reflection in the cracked mirror of the rundown safe house bathroom. A scar traced from his jaw through his hair, a jagged piece missing from his ear. Someday, he’d collect what’s due for those encounters. But not today.

“What do you want?” the man at his feet sputtered, blood oozing from his lips like thick syrup.

He tilted his head, waving his gun dismissively, rolling his eyes. Always the same question. He didn’t have time for this—his schedule was tight, his itinerary demanding. If he didn’t check off his list, there would be consequences.

He didn’t bother replying, just putting lead into the man’s skull and with a fixing of his suit, he left. A silver ghost.

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The face on the screen was unmistakable: cold, calculating, with a slight frown. Ethan stared back at an image of himself. The silver hair was a striking choice—an ironic contrast if they were trying to impersonate him. Even this doppelgänger's facial hair was silver. Odd.

“When was this taken?” Ethan asked, crossing his arms and stepping closer to the larger screen on the wall, his eyes narrowing for clues.

“Two hours ago, right before Agent Yance went down,” Brandt replied. An agent had been killed, but they managed to capture an image before he died. “That’s why you weren’t immediately jumped the second you stepped in here.”

Ethan nodded, a twitch of his brows revealing his skepticism. It was impossible for him to be in two places at once—well, not entirely impossible. But to go rogue, kill an IMF agent in London, and then show up at the U.S. base two hours later? He was fast, but not that fast.

“Interesting take,” Benji interjected, everyone in the room equally baffled by the decision to alter Ethan’s appearance.

“Yeah, we’ve got a Jack Frost on our hands,” Brandt said, pulling up another image of the man. “Quick, trained—two shots to the chest, one to the head and that’s not even the worst of it.” He sighed, revealing the next piece of the puzzle.

The screen flickered as more files appeared: blood records, DNA, birth records, death certificates.

“Holy—” Benji sat up, wide-eyed, as Ethan's gaze darted around. This was impossible; not even identical twins could match this perfectly. “He’s Ethan. How is that even possible?”

“Freaky right, a near-perfect copy,” Brandt explained, leaning over one of the chairs, gripping it tightly. “Blood type, fingerprints, even down to birthplace and time. The only difference? The hair. We had someone run DNA we got off Yance, and that’s the only flaw.”

Ethan pored over the information, noting the eerie similarities between his file and that of the man beside him. Whoever this was, he was intended to replace Ethan, to eliminate him. But something felt off.

Brandt continued, his voice steady. “Vincent, no last name. Reported dead in 2004 in LA. Found in the MTA with a gunshot wound to the face that mangled his ear, and a fatal abdomen wound. Later, his body went missing from the morgue. He was linked to the confirmed deaths of four people that night, believed to be tied to more, suspected to be a contract killer.”

A contract killer, a skilled one. That meant someone was targeting the IMF, and agent Yance—though not inexperienced—was still vulnerable, an easy target.

“He wanted us to find him,” Ethan said, piecing it together. No one as trained as Vincent would leave a trail unless he meant for them to follow. If you took out an IMF agent, you made sure to bury them deep. “Vincent’s working for someone. This—this was reckless. They want us to see him, they want—”

Ethan locked eyes with Vincent, and for a moment, it felt as if he were staring into a twisted reflection of himself. He had seen people impersonate him before, but this was different. This man was engineered to be him. Designed to the finest of details.

“They want me to see him,” Ethan breathed. This wasn’t just a message; it was a warning.

[msweebyness]

JJ Skellington Relationships

Here’s part 2 of this little mini series! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Jack Skellington: JJ’s father has always been his greatest role model, he longs for nothing more than to make Jack proud in all he does as the heir to Halloween Town. The two have a very close relationship and Jack taught JJ everything he knows about scaring and putting on a show. JJ spends a lot of time with his dad when he’s home in Halloween Town, learning the trade of being the Pumpkin King. He sometimes feels the pressure of having to live up to Jack’s reputation as the greatest leader the town has ever seen, but his father is always quick to reassure him that he’ll be great in his own way. It’s also adorable to see them geeking out about something together.

Sally: JJ’s loving and patient mother has always been a steady and comforting presence in his life, providing a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen whenever he needed it. Whenever JJ’s anxiety or perfectionism would get the better of him, Sally would be the one to soothe her son, knowing just what to do to make him feel better. She was the first person he called whenever the bullying became too much for him in Auradon. JJ is also quite protective of his mother and won’t stand for anybody insulting her for any reason. He tells her everything and she taught him to never fear being himself.

Darcy Boogie: Darcy is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the love of JJ’s life, and the one he intends to spend the rest of it with if she will have him. After his…difficult first relationship, JJ never envisioned himself being with anyone again, but that changed when he met Darcy. It didn’t take him long to fall for her strength and her fiery, passionate nature, and they’re deeply committed to each other. JJ can always count on her to back him up even when no one else will, and he appreciates that immensely. He’d do anything for Darcy and has every desire to marry her someday, regardless of the opinions people may have about that. More about their relationship here.

Lonnie Li: JJ’s best and most loyal friend from the ripe age of three, Lonnie is the person he can always count on to have his back and kick the ass of anyone messing with him. Lonnie has always been there for JJ through everything, his rock when no one else in Auradon would give him the time of day. They have a playful teasing dynamic, and are constantly snarking back and forth at each other, though this is done with only love. Lonnie is also one of the only Auradon kids to have ever set foot in Halloween Town, and everyone there loves her, both for her knack for sneaking up on people, and her taking such good care of their boy. She was wary with Darcy at first, but soon grew to trust and respect her.

Merry Claus: Darcy wasn’t JJ’s first girlfriend, before her he dated the granddaughter of Santa Claus, and their relationship was…to put it mildly, not good. Merry put on the sweet and kind act to win JJ over, like she does with everyone, but went bait-and-switch a time after they got together. She was incredibly controlling, to the point she never let JJ make any choices for himself, everything had to be done her way. And…if he tried to refuse her or express what he wanted…he would return home with makeup covering some bruises on his face. It took some time and a lot of effort, but Lonnie finally convinced JJ to break up with her, and almost broke Merry’s wrist when she tried to retaliate. Her abuse had long-lasting effects on JJ’s self esteem, so much so that he never told his parents the true extent of her treatment, but thankfully, his new girlfriend is more than willing to put Merry in her place!

Oogie Boogie: Many teen boys are intimidated by their girlfriend’s father, but try having her dad be the freaking boogieman! It’s probably safe to say that Oogie wasn’t…thrilled when he learned of the relationship between JJ and his daughter, with his parentage being a large part of that reason. Though the main reason for this was that he didn’t trust the son of his sworn enemy to have honest intentions with his little girl. While JJ has long since proven his genuine love for Darcy and Oogie tolerates him as best he can for the sake of her happiness, that won’t stop him from scaring the absolute shit out of the boy whenever possible as a warning never to hurt her for any reason.

King Ben: Sometimes friends drift apart as they get older, and neither of them are really at fault for it, which was the case with JJ and Ben. When they were young, Ben was JJ’s only other friend in Auradon, but much to the sadness and guilt of the young king, the increasing pressure of Ben’s duties and his royal contemporaries pulled him away from his friends. While JJ doesn’t blame or hold resentment towards Ben for this, they were distant with one another for some time. Thankfully, in recent times they’ve reconnected, and are working on rebuilding their bond, though they’ve missed a lot of years they need to make up for.

The Pumpkin Princesses: If there are three people that JJ would lay down his life to protect, it’s his little sisters, Jennifer, Sylvia and Holly. His relationship with each is a little different, but they all look up to him and enjoy spending time with their brother. Jennifer wants to prove she can be as scary as her brother and father, and JJ often has to comfort her when she falls a little short. He may not understand Sylvia’s macabre interests most of the time, but he makes the effort nonetheless and she appreciates him for it. He’s often blown away by how much Holly seems to understand of her surroundings despite her young age, and is more than willing to defer to her. JJ has a unique bond with each of his sisters, but they’re all rooted in love.

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Amazing art by @zoe-oneesama

[alwaysteveswife]

Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: As I said before, I was preparing a special for my birthday because, why not? I'll give you the synopsis below, I plan on it being a bit long, so I won't post it right away 💔 that and I'm doing a daily writing challenge and I have 5 pending lol. Btw, I'll upload another mini shot of Steve half Fluff soon 💕.

Since you were young you always knew that love was not your thing. It's not that you didn't want to love and be loved, but the world made it too hard for you. All the guys you tried to date were first rate jerks, and the ones you didn't were just bored with you for being so insecure when it came to dating. Yes, your love life sucked, but still, every day when you were alone, you would stare silently watching the cloying couples stroll down the street with their fingers intertwined, wishing that, someday, you might find that special someone.

Steve, on the other hand, was almost on the same level as you. After years of trying to get over his first love, Nancy, Steve was completely overwhelmed by what it meant to be in a relationship. He was already 27 years old and couldn't even remember ever having a relationship long enough to call it that, and it had him so depressed. He couldn't help but wonder to himself if he was the problem, if this was all fate trying to make him pay for all the mistakes he made as a teenager, trying to find the "why" to something that just didn't make sense or reason.

Both of you hated fate for doing this to you, but, one day, a series of coincidences caused you to join paths in a small movie theater in the center of the city; both, incredulous young people surrendered to love, had no idea of the great change that this coincidence would have in your lives, but what you were sure of was that neither of you would regret this encounter.

Masterlist

[from-izzy]

that's him, that's just who he is | tbz lee sangyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee sangyeon x gn! reader (implied afab reader...?)​ » TROPE/AU​: childhood friends 2 strangers » GENRE​: angst!, comfort later (more like a peace of mind after all the angst), little bit of fluff from the flashback » WORD COUNT: 2985 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~11 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): as far as i'm aware, none! navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist

my first story for my personal healing project!

this story reflects how i personally see sangyeon and i am a bit worried that i made it 'too personal' to the point that you guys won't really understand what's going on 😭😭 but i really hope this isn't the case.

another thing i want to emphasise and add! i'm still not used to writing for gn!reader so please, if you see something that should be changed, tell me straightaway! 😭😭 this is a very important topic and as much as i've proof read it, i am still able to make mistakes!

other than that...let's go!

“I’m home!” 

The house chorused in a series of ‘welcome back’s and variants of ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’. You hug your mum in the kitchen, craning your head forward to her shoulder, observing her working hard on the food that she’s making for the neighbourhood party that is happening across the road from your house in about two hours or so.

You relax in contentment as the smell of your mum’s homemade food fills the whole house and you can’t help but let out a deep sigh to relish the familiarity of it, only being able to get a whiff of the aroma maybe once a week, sometimes unfortunately even less.

“How was work?” Your mum strikes up the conversation when you put your chin on her shoulder, your whole body almost dangling if you could due to the exhaustion, “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

You roll your eyes in response, whining for your sister across the other side of the room, in front of the television to keep it down as you could barely hear the sizzling of the meat on the frying pan, “Well, it’s fine, I guess?” 

“Why? Cause at the very least you can see the love of your life?” Your chin detaches from your mother’s comfort, your spine straightening and you let out a gasp, almost scandalous at the words your mum just said, “Hey! You were the one who told me that all your co-workers were teasing you both for that ring on your finger!”

“True.” 

A radiant smile pulls up on your lips when you remember the way your partner knelt on one knee after casually asking you “Do you want to have little, mini versions of us walking around someday?” You, being slow, just leisurely answered back with a “Duh! Of course!” and before you knew it, the ring on your left fourth finger solidified the promises between you two to make that, and so much more happen.

Leaning onto the cupboard that stretches from the floor to the top of the ceiling, you play with the continuous silver band and the shiny diamond protruding on your ring finger. Already touching and feeling it so many times, you remember its grooves and design happily, reciting the next spaces of the ring in your head easily. The smile pulls up further on your face and you squeal at the thought of you walking down the aisle soon.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Your sister shouts in obvious annoyance, “You told me to be quiet and now you’re the one being loud!”

Ugh, this little demon.

“And what are you doing when mum is obviously working her ass off in the kitchen?” You observe your very very lazy sister’s surroundings: she rests her whole body on her side to watch the blown-up performance stage of one of the many groups that she likes, fully stretching and sprawling on the whole couch, bags of opened processed foods on the glass coffee table within her reach and her phone somewhere in the messy pile, “Geez, do something productive for once in your life.”

“Hey.” She finally sits up, not bothering to pause the big screen as the cheers of the fans could be heard clearly and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the new ‘ending fairy’ trend in the new generation of K-Pop, zooming from one member to the next, “Being happy is being productive.”

And you couldn’t refute that, knowing that she was absolutely right.

“Hey!” Your mum hollers your attention back to the kitchen behind you, the steam of the soup creating a soft and white fluffy barrier between her somewhat mischievous and guilty grin, “Do you mind helping out with the mango dessert? I don’t think I can finish it in time. I slept in and started preparations late.”

“Sure!” You immediately agree, glad to be spending some time with your mum anyway, “I’ll just quickly wash up and change. I’ll be right there!”

The routine isn’t anything special for a regular neighbourhood party: shower, do some quick skincare, put on light makeup, style your hair appropriately, match it with appropriate attire and off you go to the kitchen with an apron to save your clumsy, silly self.

“What do you need me to make?” Your eyes quickly scan the fruits, ice, beverages and decorative flowers.

“Your sister was craving some fruit punches. I only have mango and passionfruit available.” Your mum sets some more ingredients for you to use on the kitchen island before turning away to face the stove once more, “You’re good at making these things.” 

“That’s just an excuse right, mum?” The older woman chuckles, nodding in agreement.

You were about to ask your sister to get an idea of what exactly she wanted but the underaged sibling suddenly squeals and the beginnings of a soft instrumental bounce from the walls of the house before a deep, gentle timbre sings. Your lips twitch when the younger girl turns up the volume at the masked man on the television screen. 

“I should add alcohol to this.” You mutter as you start to work on the drink, focusing intently back on your work.

But along the way…

Is a voice from deep within you telling to to listen carefully to the male singer.

When your hand retrieves the unpeeled mango, you stare at it fondly, turning your hand to observe the little marks and imperfections on the skin. Suddenly, the fruit didn’t seem to just be a fruit. The orange-yellow shading reminds you of a boy from your childhood who had the same hoodie as the colour and you remember how he said he would dye his hair to be the same colour when he could one day when he gets older.

Having some sort of background to hair and colouring as your auntie has a salon herself, you commented that it would need a couple of bleaches and an unhealthy hair condition for him to achieve the vibrant colour. You could hear the surprised and stuttering voice in your head, compromising his choice to have a more pastel, lighter look rather than the look that would totally steal the attention of any crowd. 

Smiling at the really faint memory, you couldn’t help but sigh as you recalled that you no longer had contact with your primary school best friend. You both separated when you entered different high schools and despite promising to still have daily meetups in the neighbourhood park, you immersed yourself in your studies as he immersed himself further with the things he wanted to do. It was somewhat bitter but you both had the feeling it was coming anyway. Ultimately, you were glad that the friendship didn’t fade away because of some dramatic high school, hormonal drama.

“Lee Sangyeon, you’re such a good singer ugh!”

“W-Wait…” Your fingers quickly retract from the fruit peeler, whipping your head to the television at the familiar first name that your sister cheerfully shouted for.

It’s also when you realise that your sister isn’t watching live television but rather a replay of a video;  I mean, it had to be a replay because your sister obviously knew the name of the singer even when he still had his mask on to conceal his identity. 

Unknowingly, your eyes stuck to the screen, the mango slowly rolling out of your grip, your breath hitching as the familiarity of the song starts to take over your whole mind. The first observation you had was that his voice changed drastically. It wasn’t as high pitched and the lower register made your entire system start to relax when your lips unconsciously started moving to the shape of the lyrics to the song.

And there he was.

When the MC announced the name that you knew all too well, every muscle in your body froze except for the ones around your eyes as you couldn’t help but let a tear slip out. The nostalgia hits you and the second observation you had was that his smile never changed. It was still the gentle, wide ones that he always offered you whenever he answered your ridiculous questions or when he would ask you to accompany him to play on the swings instead of the slide. No, he didn’t have that hair colour that he talked about with you around fifteen years ago but his light brown shade showed you that he definitely did use similar hair products to achieve the look. 

But that smile.

That smile told you a lot; one of them being that you were sure that Lee Sangyeon was still a very much reliable, positive person.

Even when he introduced himself to the audience, bowing politely as his hair was all messed up due to him taking off his mask, you could tell that even though he was nervous and most probably sweating buckets, he still beats all the allegations from when you were children saying that he looks cold and unfriendly.

His smile and the way his eyes disappear behind his eyelids make the corner of your lips lift as well; even his eyes still hold a smile similar to his lips. It contrasted heavily with his no evident smile, the vertical lines between his eyebrows and how he only made short bursts of eye contact with the audience when he was singing beforehand. 

“You should just become a singer! Not an astronaut!”

“Should I?” Sangyeon could barely kick the surface of the sand with his legs, adjusting his posture on the swings to make sure that the swinging didn’t make him fall off to the ground and potentially embarrass himself in front of all the other kids, adults and their pets.

“For sure!” You exclaim, excitingly rattling the metal chains that held your weight in the air. You lean forward a little bit to escape the said chains and observe your friend beside you, “You have such a gentle personality and I could see you becoming the best leader ever! I could see you taking control, making sure that everything will go well and just being really reliable. Or you could go solo but honestly, it would be fun to see you dancing on stage.”

“Oh come on!” The little boy grunts in response to your laughing, recalling the way he was forcibly picked out from the crowd to do a little routine. Needless to say, he ran down the stage to sit back down with you, hiding his reddened face behind his arms above his knees, “Was I really that bad?”

“Nah.” You immediately saw the smile from back, “You looked a bit silly though.”

Sangyeon rolls his eyes away, still with a wide grin on his face as he observes the sun setting behind the trees and he takes notice of the way the warmth from the orange light slowly disappears from the top of his head to his forehead and is now down to just his chin.

“Well, I’ll just have to go with the flow, I guess.” You admire the way that Sangyeon looked at life. At such a young age, you always thought that he was mature and would take the cruel obstacles that life threw at him one step at a time, “It’s simpler that way anyways.”

His positivity definitely grew on you healthily and he would occasionally remind you that even though life is crap, it’s okay to feel like the whole world is against you and to cry once in a while. Your friendship with Sangyeon most definitely strengthened your mental health and amidst the hard times in life, you also believed that good things would happen one by one slowly. 

“As they say,” You follow his gaze to the barely visible hemisphere that was once high in the day, “Simple is Sangyeon.”

“But I guess I still want to be greedy and achieve all the things that I want quickly with whatever it is that I’ll pursue.”

The little chuckle that escaped from you made Sangyeon turn his attention back. He then sees the series of nods and your closed smile before hearing your approving hum, “Fair enough, fair enough.”

That was around the end of primary school and was one of the last regular meetups before high school where it became irregular and unsteady. 

You were happy though. You still are.

You’re happy that you met Sangyeon even though life took you to your different, diverse paths. Making friends in high school was a big pain in the ass as you had to start all over again from basic introductions and discussions of hobbies. It was so much easier because Sangyeon’s extroverted self carried you to make friends and drag other people into the conversation easily.

“You alright?” 

Your feet had a mind of itself when you realised that the television wasn’t on your ten o’clock anymore but more like your twelve. The younger at the couch had her legs tucked in beneath her body, kneeling on the leather sofa with both of her eyebrows raised in suspicion and concern.

“Y-Yeah.” You gesture to the big screen with a chin tilt, “So…which group is this?”

“THE BOYZ! Oh my gosh, this is what I was going to tell you about when you walked into the house! Look! There are eleven members and they’re all so handsome!” 

The contrasting volume between the two siblings, as they engaged in their back-to-back conversation, had the older woman from the kitchen sighing at ease. Though time was running out and they needed to finish as soon as possible to avoid being late (or being late at an unmannered time), she could see how her oldest child bent their upper body down and used their elbows to support their weight on the backrest of the couch while her youngest flips through the various video contents of the said group. She also remembers the existence of the now way more mature boy that she once knew personally and she has always been aware that even though the friendship ended peacefully, it was still hard on you as you jumped from group to group to find the right people to spend your time with.

Turning the red line of the stove knob to ‘off’, picking up the steaming pot and placing it on top of the coaster to the barely changed arrangement of ingredients that she sets for the dessert on the kitchen island, she lets out an exhale that blows the fragrant ginger away from her face. She didn’t have the heart to tell any of her children to help her out anymore, not when the younger was enthusiastically teaching the older the names of all the members once again after the latter only recalled around three of the names; the mother thought it was a good effort already on her behalf. 

Similar to the stuttering one who points at the still unfamiliar member, she rests her elbows on the cold table stone, one of her palms as a rest for her cheek. The ‘ten more minutes!’ reminder on her phone rang but as soon as the first note blared, the mother let out a quick, surprised sound, lunging to reach her phone across the island, tapping on the ‘silent’ button repeatedly, not wanting to break the chaotic atmosphere of her two kids, “I guess after all these years…”

Finally making the final decision inside her head, she opens the group chat for all the mothers in the neighbourhood to tell them that they won’t be able to make it to the monthly gathering. Amidst the happy squealing and claps when you were able to recite all the members’ names, the front door clicks open to reveal the other parental figure for the two busy children.

“What’s up with those two?” The man amusedly comments at his two precious children, dipping his head down to kiss his wife, “Don’t tell me they tried something for the first time.”

“No, no, no.” Immediately backing up the radiant smiles on both the younger’s faces that pasted on their faces across the room. The couple stays in the hallway, watching the way that you finally sit down on the couch properly next to your sister who shows you yet another stage and a song that you were sure was going to make it to your main playlist, “Let’s just say that there’s a boy who not only makes our oldest the happiest, but now also our youngest.”

“Well,” The dad exhales happily at the good news. One of his hands tucks itself into his pants pocket, the other wrapping around the waist of his lovely wife, “that’s good to hear. Sounds like a decent guy. Who is it?”

“Lee Sangyeon.”

“Damn,” he nods, slightly pouting as he reflects on his own actions, “maybe I should take notes from this guy.”

“Don’t be silly, love. You’re a great dad.” Before kissing another reassuring kiss onto his lips, “Lee Sangyeon…he’s just that type of person, you know?”

“What type?”

“The type that’s capable of making people happy.”

You and your sister finally take notice of the new figure in the house, jumping from your seats to tackle your parents in a hug. More variations of ‘welcome back’s and ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’ spewed out the still-excited youngsters. Your mum calms you both down from your jumping sprees, placing a hand on each of your backs. You make eye contact with your mum and she could see the swirls of adoration, peacefulness and a sort of…relief just swimming freely in your eyes.

The hand on your back runs up and down, your mother understanding how you feel without you even saying it. Once more, she lets her thoughts run and thanks the boy on the screen who was a strong figure in your childhood:

“That’s you. That’s just who you are, Sangyeon.”

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[ughscara]

alright. this is going to be a lot.

if you thought this was a post where i was announcing that i am quitting just from the beginning alone; i am not. apologies for the jumpscare ^-^ this post is merely me discussing my return and few reasons for my previous unannounced inactivities, and lastly; how i will be posting fics going forward.

— the inactivity and the return.

essentially, i have been physically ill for a while. i won't get into the nitty gritty but for the previous two months in which i was inactive after sharing a post or two; i was out there getting physical therapy which naturally has taken up the majority of my time.

i do also confess to feeling a bit overwhelmed these days. it isn't just limited to my current conditions and situation but also my hobbies as i have begun viewing them like i used to prior to dropping them. i didn't want to feel responsible to write, draw or any of my other hobbies in general, but it is mainly writing and drawing for me as it is what i share publicly. they're my greatest passions and best form of creative expression, and i didn't want to subject myself into viewing them as something i have to do so .. i stopped writing for a while. it's been nearly three months since then, and i am slowly regaining my usual energy to indulge myself in my hobbies.

as for me coming back .. well, my arms have fully healed~ meaning i can write and draw again without having to worry about my arms going numb or become in pain suddenly. besides, apart from me wanting to be the passionate writer i am, i also miss my moots a lot ‹3

— my posting ‘schedule’ going ahead.

starting today; i won't annouce or organize specific dates for my fics to be posted anymore. i realized that publishing deadlines have been taking a toll on me and are one of the reasons i was slowly but surely beginning to view my passion as a responsibility, so i will stop doing exactly that. all of my works will be written, proofread and themed to their respective story behind the scenes and in complete secret. i will potentially share sneak peeks if i am super excited about the concept, but that'll rarely happen if not at all.

series masterposts for ‘sound of spring’ will be privated. i hope to wrap up ‘mundanities with kabukimono’ by mid to late june depending on how much free time i have by then since i am still on physical therapy, but my supposed smau will be on hold for now and it will only be my kabuki series and my 'nushi mini series. future written series for kuronushi, kunikuzushi ( scaramouche ) and wanderer respectively will be published on their own times when i have less stuff on my plate by then.

and this is a more selfish reason but i want to do this for myself. i stated enough times that i was beginning to view my passion for writing as a responsibility, and i don't want that. i started this journey for fun and i don't wish to leave so soon or leave someday feeling like i dragged everything on if that makes sense.

anyways, that is all for me~ i am glad to be back, and it is an absolute delight to make your acquaintances once again for the first time in a decent while. expect your local kuni lover to have more in store but this time; it's all surprises ^-^

thank you so much for reading and for your time. i will see you all again whenever i can ~

— 🤍.

[stormiebreaks]

Continuing the Friday the 13th goodies, I decided to try my hand at recreating one of my favorite indy comics, Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash. The official sequel to Freddy vs. Jason sees the slashers going up against the wiseass from the Evil Dead series and doing an amazing job of it.

Using another of the Jason Voorhees minis from the Freddy vs. Jason Horrorclix set along with one of the Freddy Krueger figures and my custom Ash Williams, I managed to take what might be one of my best shots to date.

Someday soon, I’m going to have to start making more dioramas to shoot my minis of because this? This shot really made me happy!

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Dreams

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/n: the letter D of the 'fluff ABC' series!

Summary: Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

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It was thursday night when you and Wanda entered the new restaurant in town that had opened last week.

Ever since you and Wanda became an official couple, thursday night was your date night. At least one date a week. Even though there were at least two or three dates per week, you both still liked the rule.

This week it was Wanda's turn to choose an activity for datenight. So, she had booked a mini golf course first, and then dinner afterwards. Even though Wanda lost the mini golf game, claiming she let you win, she couldn't help but melt at seeing you eagerly count all the points to decide who won. She loves you so much.

"So detka, do you know what you're gonna get already?"

Your eyes lit up at that, and you started your adorable little rant about how everything looked good. As you excitedly told her all the pros and cons, Wanda simply just looked at you with a goofy grin on her face.

Wanda had never dreamed about being happy before. She never even allowed herself to even hope that someday she would be truly happy. She had lost so much already. Her home, her parents, her brother, everything dear to her was gone. So, she planned on living her life alone. That was until she bumped into a certain passion driven library worker one day in the library.

You got all flustered, apologising over and over again as you hurriedly tried to pick up the books, only for you to drop the ones you already picked up already. Wanda simply smiled and helped you.

After you both had introduced yourselves, you started talking. Since there was no one in the library, there was plenty of time to chat. Minutes turned to two hours, and soon you had to announce you were closing.

As it was already dark outside, Wanda bashfully asked for your number. She was scared you might think of her as a creep for asking, but she decided it was worth it to take a leap of faith. 'Just so I know when you'll be home safe'.

You smiled at that, and gave her your number, finding the redhead adorable.

After that, you both texted each other whenever you could through the day. Wanda got worried often for you, afraid you were to overwork yourself at the library. But all you said to that was that you loved books and could never get enough of them.

Soon, texting turned to calling, and calling turned to meeting up. It was at the third date that you asked Wanda to be your girlfriend. You had prepared a whole speech for hours and hours only to forget about it all and to stutter out 'be mine please'. Wanda, however, found this extremely adorable and kissed you as an answer. This would be your seventh kiss (yes, of course you counted them), but this one had so much more meaning.

You told Wanda that you were always free on thursdays, and that's how 'thursday date night' was born.

It was at that moment that Wanda had finally allowed herself to dream.

Dream about all the dates she wanted to take you on. Dream about taking you to her homeland, showing her where she had grown up. Dream of moving in together. Dream of proposing to you and marrying you. Dream of surprising you with a library of your own some day. Dream of a quaint little house with you, with two dogs and two little boys who looked like Wanda but had your personality running around.

And that's when Wanda realised. She was happy.

Wanda had told you she loved you after the fourth date. She had accidentely let it slip and freaked out, worried she might had messed it all up. But you hugged her tight in response, telling her she loved you too.

"My love?"

Wanda snapped out of her thoughts and was met with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at her.

"I'm sorry, what?"

You giggled at that.

"I asked what you wanted to order, silly! We can't eat the menu cards, you know!"

Wanda smiled at that and took your hand, pressing a kiss on it. You blushed at that, a response you always got when Wanda kissed you.

"What did I do to deserve that?"

"Just being you, I love you."

"Well I'm happy to inform that I love you too. Very much. However, I'm starving, so please decide what to order!"

Wanda laughed at that, and you two enjoyed datenight. When you both got home, Wanda layed in bed next to you, holding you close. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face, excited about all her dreams and hopes together with you.

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[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday the super sexy Scottish actress  Michelle Gomez.

Michelle was born as Michelle May Romney Marsham Antonia Gomez in Ayr in 1966, and grew up in Glasgow. Her dad is of Portuguese descent and is from  Montserrat, her mum ran a model agency’ She is one of four children; two older brothers, one of whom is called Derek, and a twin brother who died in.2004.

When she was seven, her parents took her to see Cole Porter’s musical take on the Shrew, Kiss Me, Kate at the Theatre Royal in Glasgow and she was mesmerised by the character Kate, she described it as

“ I was electrified and, of course, I thought they were talking to me. Even then I had an ego running riot. And I loved Kate’s energy, her fieriness. Even at that age, I identified; I thought: ‘Yup, I’m one of her, she’s one of me.”

Michelle attended Shawlands Academy and the junior section of The Scottish Academy of Music and Dance from the age of twelve before going to the adult Academy.

Her first major role was in Irvine Welsh's  Acid House , that’s my pal Gary McCormack with her in the first pic, she went on to make small screen appearances in The Bill and Taggart (two different roles in each) before the very funny and underrated Book Club on channel Four.

Other TV appearances have been in Rebus, Murder in Suburbia and Carrie & Barry before her big break as staff liaison officer Sue White in the Channel 4 comedy Green Wing.

For me Michelle’s best work has been as “Missy” in Dr Who, where she regularly steals scenes. Before the first female Doctor, she was the first female “Master”, one of the Doctors recurring arch enemies.

As well as her roles on this side of the Atlantic Michelle has appeared in Highlander: The Raven the American supernatural television series Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, featuring in all 36 episodes, the show got rave reviews but I have not watched it myself, not being a fan of the supernatural horror genre. It was cancelled in July 2020 due to the covid pandemic, I wouldn’t write off it being picked up again in the future, some sources are erroneously saying a series 5 is due soon. 

Michelle has been on our screens in The Flight Attendant, series based on the 2018 novel of the same name, it’s on HBO Max in the States, I must admit I’ve not got round to watching it as yet, the show was originally meant to be a mini-series, but a second series was commissioned and it was shown in April this year. It’s not known whether there will be a third series as yet.

Fans of Michelle and the Superhero genre will be pleased that they return to HBO Max in December.

No doubt we will also see her return to Dr Who someday, I certainly hope so. Gomez has been married to actor Jack Davenport since 1st May 2000 they have a son together. Of him she said 

“Jack wasn't my type at all. I thought he was too young and too posh and I told him that. Plus, I couldn't deal with his dodgy bowl-cut. But he wore me down”

Of herself Michelle is very modest one saying 

“Lots of actresses disappear by the time they're my age. So far, I've bucked the trend. I haven't got sucked into that 26-episode run of something like Casualty. Thankfully, my face has stopped that happening. It's not something you want to see every week on TV! I'm theatrical saffron in that way - just a light sprinkling of me here and there...”

Of her ambitions Michelle says it is to play Mama Rose in Gypsy on stage on Broadway. 

“That would be checking every box in my career if I got to play that. That is my biggest ambition! Oh my, I would ROCK THAT! I need to learn how to sing first, but that is just a technicality.”

Happy Birthday Michelle and good luck with getting on stage in Gypsy.

[ivehadenoughwithhorade]

HOW THE PROJECT GOT STARTED AND WHAT COULD'VE BEEN

Tw/ Paraphilias mentioned

The "I've Had Enough of This Dude" meme with one of Horacio's old avatars.

Originally, I was going to make a short video about Horacio of him being a "pedo" to make fun of him, including a Chris Chan "Love Quest" reference drawing (which doesn't age well), during a few days after his "cancellation" as I keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't post an "apology letter", but then I decided to drop it as soon as his art career was officially dead.

It would have been way too distasteful that there are many, many victims that Horacio actually emotionally manipulated and mentally traumatizing with his many roleplays over the years, including teenagers and people around his age.

This is the roughest and slightly inaccurate testimony I ever written to HellOnEarthIII on Twitter since I'm trying to type this while processing what the heck was going on this entire time with Horacio while I was hiding reclusively, and my 3rd time that's he's still emotionally attracted to babies for over the past 15 years. I tried my best to remember what happened, so this one is understandably flawed and not much detailed at the time.

My mini series will be the definitive version after a few years of research well put together.

Here's the rough version of

The Horacio Saga Timeline that I made around 2022 of last year with one of his closest "friends" I was able to contact with. The dots are the major incidents that Horacio caused over the years throughout his art career.

Then, around January of 2021, there's something that worries me that Horacio would someday come back online out of nowhere with a new alias and pretend like nothing happened.

This started my journey to find closure through research and introspection that was left unresolved many years ago of what is going on and to bring awareness to Horacio online by zines, art, and storytime animation videos the best way I can tell my personal story about him fully one last time.

- Dabathhouse

[honeydjarin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙💙

(@wings-and-beskar)

Ah, Self love. I don’t know her 😔

But I do know the order of my top 5 favorite fics!

Edge of the Map (Spencer Reid) - I put my whole heart and soul into this mini series! It is heavily inspired by my own life experiences. I tried to include symbolism and a nod towards fairy/folk tales. It also has an MC who sees too much in her dreams, what’s not to love? It was kind of a flop but it’s still #1 in my heart

To the Bone (Din Djarin) - My second series! The longest thing I’ve ever written, and it’s not done yet. Someday I’ll get the motivation to finish it. I’m really proud of the setup of this fic and there’s definite growth from other fics I wrote.

Bittersweet (Steve Harrington) - just a short fic about the ache of longing and summertime romance. I think it’s more sweet than bitter and I like to reread it sometimes

Anything that Touches (Steve Harrington) - another summer fic (oh summer how I love you). I like reader characters that are a little ditsy, dumb, and depressed because I can see myself in them (maybe that’s not a good thing?).

What it means to grow (Spencer Reid) - this one was a little longer, and I’m proud of how each of the little chunks in the fic parallel each other. I’m also proud of how I ended it, something that often isn’t the case. Endings are hard!!!

I have some fics that I haven’t posted, either because they’re on the back burner or they’re still being worked on now, that I’m really proud of too. I wish more of the Star Wars fics made the List, but writing has been such a struggle lately despite how much I love it. Hopefully that will change soon!

[firespirited]

There are a couple of things I'd like to add as someone poor in supplies and in time/energy:

Yes it takes more effort and practice to get a nice looking result with janky materials and there's a learning curve about what supplies are actually a waste of your time.

Yes it's harder to be motivated when you aren't part of a group or the people you intended to follow in a hobby have the nice supplies.

Yes it's harder to find tutorials that are rewarding when you're not using the supplies they have or try to sell you.

It's kind of like learning to enjoy going to a movie alone or learning a skill outside of a class or group: learning to enjoy learning, to embrace your mediocre first attempts, not see practice pieces as wasted time, getting motivated for yourself alone... it's a skill, it's an exercise in patience (in endurance even, for restless folks like me). But that's also part of the fun: the challenge.

My biggest advice is to embrace that you're going to make ugly things for a while but you're also going to have more intuitive, inventive skills than the folks with the nice supplies. Someday soon you're going to be the one who can do clever fixes, recycling and point out to newbies why and how they're messing up because you've been there.

The other super important advice is to find where the other people making janky beginner things are and join them.

Instagram, tiktok and youtube will recommend product photography level videos of high skill with high end supplies. Avoid at all costs!!

It takes quite a bit of scrolling or finding one hobbiest on your level to follow and follow who they follow so I like to go to deviantart first and try and find folks on tumblr next (and crafting for kids/teens blogs) . For example: on deviantart they'll have a low res step by step photo montage tutorial and you'll get to see the unprofessional looking item they made and you won't feel bad because that was an honest time when people put their ugly work up and you can see how they became really good at it a few years later.

[I am learning how to crochet. I'm dyspraxic and can't think in 3d. It's been a week doing a few hours a day: I've done more than a dozen mini samplers with this 3yd piece of just right yarn, taken a photo then pulled it apart. When I can do neat rows and a better coordination for tension, I'll go find a simple thing to make on deviantart or a beginners crochet book on the internet archive library. There has been no dopamine rush, there have been a series of downers and *that* is where the power of spite kicks in.

I know 5 stitches, I *will* get their tension right and then I *will* make a thing and it might take a practice piece or two but that thing will give me my dopamine rush. And if crochet isn't my jam after that I'll try something else or go back to something practiced to the point of making satisfying things.]

Another option is to look at homemade gift lists from craft blogs (past and present) and see if there's anything in your current supplies, recycling, ingredients that you could practice. (I had some felt, cardboard and beads and a single bead needle so I learned to make beaded brooches as seasonal gifts. Following fancy tutorials for the techniques but making my own thing.) Hand made gifts can be a way of easing into a hobby with a specific thing to make in a small time crunch (and you don't have to give it to someone who won't appreciate the work, you can do it for you).

Every fun post on here that encourages people to have hobbies/be creative always gets an avalanche of "Some people are poor Karen" type reactions and respectfully, you're all super annoying. I've never lived above the poverty line and this is a list of hobbies I have that were cheap or entirely free:

Read books: Go to the library, lend a book from a friend

knitting, crochet, embroidery: Get some needles from the bargan store and ask around, people have leftovers from projects they'll happily give you. Thrift stores also often carry leftover fabric and other supplies. And talk about your hobby loud enough and an old lady will show up and gift you their whole collection, because there are way more old ladies with a closet full of wool than there are grandchildren who want to take up the hobby.

Origami/paper crafts: get some scrap paper and scissors, watch a youtube tutorial

walking: put on shoes open door

pilates/yoga/etc: get a mat or just use your carpet, watch a youtube tutorial

Houseplants: look online for people that swap plant cuttings. There are always people giving out stuff for free to get you started. If you're nice enough you'll probably get extra

gardening: You're gonna need some space for this one of course but you can just play around with seeds and cuttings from your grocery vegetables.

aquarium keeping is a bit of an obscure one but I got most of my stuff second hand for cheap or free and now I have a few thousand euro worth of material and plants.

drawing/art: You get very far just playing with bargan store materials. I did my entire art degree with mostly those.

writing: Rotate a cow in your head for free

cooking: again one you can make very expensive, but there are many budget recipes online for free. Look for African or Asian shops to get good rice and cheap spices.

Join a non-profit: Cities will have creative organisations who let you use woodworking machines or screen presses or laser cutters or 3D printers etc etc etc for a small fee. Some libraries also lend out materials.

candle making: You need some molds (cheap), wick, two old cooking pots for au bain marie melting and a ton of scrap candles, ask people to keep them aside for you.

a herbarium, flower pressing: Leaves are free, wildflowers too, ask if you can take from peoples gardens.

puzzles: thrift stores, your grandma probably

Citizen science: look for projects in your area or get the iNaturalist app

And lastly and most importantly: Share! Share your supllies, share your knowledge. Surround yourself with other creative people and before you know it someone will give you a pot of homemade jam and when you want to paint your kabinet someone will have leftover paint in just the right color and you can give them a homemade candle in return and everyone is having fun and building skills and friendships and not a cent is exchanged. We have always lived like this, it's what humans are build to do.

And all of it sure beats sitting behind a computer going "No stranger, I refuse to let myself have a good time."

Anyway I'm logging off bc I'm making some badges for a friend who cooked for me and then I'm going to fix some holes in everyones clothes.

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 29:

Paige finished the first Alanna book last night and started the new one today. she thinks it's a little kid-like and cheesy, which I acknowledged that kind of is, but it's also the first in the series and was written in the late 80s, so she's forgiven it and plans to read the rest of the series. she's being so delicate with my paperbacks (which I appreciate, considering she bends back the covers of her own paperbacks) but she's also said that we should get me the anniversary hardcover set bc if we want our kids to read these someday she doesn't want them to destroy my original quartet, and damn if that doesn't make me love her even more

the two/three year old room is a nightmare, and that's all I really have to say about work today. that and I took a shorter lunch to watch the office for like 20 minutes, which I actually enjoy doing - i even managed to read a whole fanfic (age and treachery) on my lunch break, and got to go back to my kids after lunch. one of them had her 4th birthday today so we got mini cupcakes with snack

i called the vet on the way home and they'll be sending Peggy's referral to a new oncology place, which can hopefully schedule us fairly soon. at home, a box of 20ft spider web and spiders has mysteriously appeared on the front porch after Paige went shopping today, it's an October 1st miracle

decided to take my shower while I watched Tyler finish up in cult of the lamb. maybe one of these days I'll get to actually be a cult member instead of being at work for 90% of the tuesday streams

Paige made chili for dinner so I had that while sitting in the office and trying to decide what to do on the computer. Paige & I smoked a bit and she and Peyton watched another one of their horror movies, and after flipping through steam and epic games in search of a calling, i downloaded the free game of the week through epic (the spirit and the mouse) - all I have to say is that I've only had this little electric mouse spirit for two hours of game play so far but if anything happens to her i'm going to kill everyone in the world and then myself

it's almost bed time, Paige has already gone that way, but we did get a text from our realtor tonight that she's heard back from and will be talking to other realtors tomorrow about taking us to showings, so hopefully we can actually see some places soon. she's also fully embraced the use of my spreadsheet, even adding a "county" column for her own benefit, so i'm glad my spreadsheet autism is being appreciated. i also have my visit to the middle school tomorrow, which I should probably be a little nervous about, but i honestly haven't thought about it at all, so I guess I'll figure that whole thing out as it comes

[xuchiya]

"Chapter 9: Kidnapped" || kang yeosang [a mini series]

|| next: chapter 10 || if you haven't read the previous chapter, here's the masterlist.

genre: non!idol yeosang. fluff. angst. violence. mentions: gun. knives. attempt murder/kidnapping. blood. anxiety attack.

"my lady as much as I want to drive that ... chariot as our runaway vehicle ... you're on your own."

"KANG YEOSANG?!"

The morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting a soft glow, the golden hour on this time of the day, on the wet streets as Yeosang's motorbike sped through the city. The storm had passed, leaving behind a crisp, cool air that whispered the start of a new beginning. The scent of rain lingered, mingling with the fresh morning breeze that filtered through the partially open helmet visors. 

The night was spent rather peacefully, a stark contrast to the turmoil of the previous days. Yeosang had done his best to lure your mind elsewhere, distracting you with stories and gentle humor. His presence had been a comforting anchor, grounding you amid the chaos. He'd even suggested, with a playful glint in his eye, that he might teach you how to ride a motorbike someday. You laughed at the thought, imagining yourself confidently navigating the city streets, with Yeosang's reassuring voice guiding you. 

The idea of learning something new, something thrilling, had brought a genuine smile to your face for the first time in days.

You clung to Yeosang, your arms wrapped around his waist as you gazed at the city waking up. The events of the previous night played on a loop in your mind—your father's harsh words, the chaos at the company, and the unexpected comfort Yeosang had provided. You leaned your head against his back, finding solace in his steady presence and the rhythmic hum of the motorbike.

As you approached the manor, the grandeur of your family estate came into view. The stately mansion stood tall against the backdrop of the morning sky, but today, it seemed to loom with a sense of foreboding. The weight of your responsibilities pressed down on your shoulders, each moment closer to the manor intensifying the anxiety knotting in your stomach. Yeosang must have sensed your unease. He slowed the bike to a stop just outside the grand entrance, he turned the bike off then dismounting the bike after pushing off the stand,  "Don’t pressure yourself too much," he said quietly, his voice steady and sure, taking your face gently in his warm hands "One step at a time." 

You nodded, his hands falling to the side as he watched you take a deep breath drawing strength from his confidence. After a mental pep talk, swinging your leg over, you dismounted the bike— somehow your pants got caught on the step tool. 

“Oh shit—!” Before you could hit the ground, Yeosang’s strong arms wrapped around you, catching you just in time. His bike clattering on the pavement, but he didn't seem to mind. The sun’s rays framed him like a majestic crown as he held you in his arms, his expression one of concern and relief while you found yourself momentarily lost in the sight, the morning light illuminating his features in a way that made him look almost ethereal.

No, he is already ethereal to start with.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine worry even his eyes ran over you for any discomfort yet he found you with a dazed eye, eventually chuckling at your reaction. You nodded, still a bit dazed, but otherwise unhurt. “Yeah, thank you.”

He helped you stand up properly, still keeping a steadying hand on your arm. "At least you know I’ll catch you when you fall for me." he chided gently but playfully. Your mood suddenly shuts down before pushing yourself off of him only to smack him on his arm, “Stop being cheesy.”

Yeosang laughs at your reaching as he pulls you back up on your feet, brushing off some of your dishevelled baby hair away from your eyes. Silence soon envelops both of you as your gaze turns towards the threshold of the manor; it was beautiful yet so ugly on the inside. You love how you grew up in such a humble big home but it lacks love and appreciation.

“My lady …” Hearing Yeosang’s alert voice, you straightened your shoulders, glancing at your father. He stood by the gates in his usual suit and tie uniform— probably on his way to the corporation to take care of all of the issues— his line of bodyguards on each of his side.

“Father …”

“Is there where you have been all night? Don’t you know how worried—” You scoffed, raising an eyebrow towards him with pure anger solid in your eyes, “Worried? Were you really worried?”

Your father clicks his tongue, walking towards you. His expression really shows that he has no time for this kind of bickering hence being early in the morning nor were you in the place of being accused and shouting in public once again. You had enough of being bossed around, putting expectations on you— the only reason why you took this part of being the heir was because your grandfather was bestowed to him by his father (your great grandfather) to run the corporation and while he did so, you came into his life. 

"Why do you insist on making things difficult?" your father snaps, his eyes cold and tired. "We can't afford any more mistakes."

Out of all people who have seen you grow, the person you are today is your grandfather. He gave you his role not because it is his duty to give you that kind of responsibility, no– it’s because you are the real heir, your great-grandfather had known from the beginning of his reign. 

“Mistakes are what makes the corporation stronger. He doesn’t care if multiple people try to bring him down, he didn’t give two shits if his closest business partners pulled out their contracts! He cared more about what he could do and pushed himself to learn more of what he had done.” You moved forward, standing your ground.

“Father, if you think for one second that I do not know anything— you are wrong. The corporation stands on its own because of the multiples of success and misfortune that great-grandpa and grandfather faced during their era, it is part of mine to face this too.He gave it to me because he knew I was the real heir. Not out of duty, but out of faith in my ability to lead and protect our family’s legacy. It's time you start seeing me for who I truly am, not who you want me to be.”

Your father’s expression changes, pauses, the weight of your words hanging in the air. For a moment, his stern façade falters, revealing a flicker of doubt. "Prove it," he finally says, his voice softer but still edged with challenge. "Prove that you're the heir he believed in."

With a deep breath, you nod. "I will. And not just for him, but for all of us. Despite everything, despite our disagreements and the way we've been at odds, I still love you, Father. I still look after you because that's what family does. I want to prove myself not just to Grandfather's memory, but to you too."

Your father's expression softens for a brief moment, a hint of vulnerability appearing in his eyes. "I know you do," he murmurs. "And maybe, just maybe, we'll find a way to see eye to eye. But until then, show me what you’re capable of."

"I will," you say quietly. "I will always make you proud."

Your father nodded his head firmly, looking at you with softness, even a small hint of tenderness. He knew of his actions— heck he knew of the words he said to you last night. He deeply regretted what he had done to make you feel as if no one in this world was on your side, he made you think that all you have to do is continue without making a mistake.

He deeply feels being an asshole for not considering your feelings and to go on without thinking too much about it as it is just a thought that your mind lets you think or something you read too much online. 

It was when he took notice of Yeosang beside you, his eyes were strained to you with proudness inserted in his features despite not working with you anymore but it was those eyes that remind him of someone he loves so much. Your father then soon noted why you felt a deep connection to Yeosang and why Yeosang took the chance of risking himself to make sure you were always okay and in good condition.

It prodded to him too of why he suddenly let Yeosang, including your old aide– NingNing. They took care of you, mentally and emotionally. 

Your father clears his throat, “Kang Yeosang …” Yeosang gaze flickered towards your father. He bowed his head, placing his hands in front of him out of habit, straightening his back,“Yes sir?”

He hid a smile on his face, even if he was so harsh with Yeosang, he still maintained being a respectful person. “After my daughter gets ready, take her to the corporation and please … take the car instead. Honey, be there at 30– meeting with Mr. Kim.” Your father gets inside of his waiting car before it drives off to the corporation. Meanwhile, your father’s lips rose into a small smile before grabbing his phone, contacting the third number on his list, “She’s back at the manor, you can hand me your paper when you both arrive at the corporation.”

Simultaneously, you and Yeosang gazed at the shrinking image of the slick BMW black car before locking eyes with confusion as the dramatic change of conversation just sinks in inside both of your heads.

“Am I employed again…”

“Did my dad just let you become my bodyguard again?”

You walk inside the manor, a few of the maids greet you and one of them is the head rushing towards you with a concerned look on their face. You chuckle softly when she throws her arms around you, “Dear! You do not know how worried I am, especially your father.” You hum as she walks you towards your room. You look behind you to see Yeosang trailing behind you, looking around the flourished hallway and potted plants on each side of the Greek pillars.

“I have never seen your father so hard on himself, it had been 12 years since he acted that way. All drunk and emotional.” It was more like murmuring to her but you still heard it. You frowned, thinking about what happened last night. 

It is true that 12 years ago, exactly when you just turned 12 were the time your mother went missing after being chased down by group blackguards. You never knew the story behind it but it was concluded that it was taken by people with dangerous intentions. Your father had never fully recovered from that night. He buried himself in work, perhaps to escape the pain. It has shaped his every decision since, casting a long shadow over both your lives.

"He blames himself, doesn’t he?" you asked quietly, more to yourself than to anyone else.

"Every day," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "He believes he failed to protect her, and by extension, you. It’s why he’s so hard on you. He thinks pushing you harder will somehow make up for the past."

A heavy silence settled between you, the weight of old wounds and unresolved grief pressing down. You thought back to last night, the sight of your father—usually so composed—now a broken man, lost in his own guilt and sorrow.

"I had no idea," you murmured, more to yourself. "I thought he just...didn’t believe in me."

"He does," she said softly. "In his own way. But his belief is tangled up in fear and regret. He’s afraid of losing you and your sister."

You nodded, the pieces of your family’s fractured past clicking into place. It didn’t excuse his behaviour, but it did help you understand it. You both stood in front outside your room, she took your hands in hers, looking at you fondly, “You have come so far my dear, don’t let words feign you to walk on a smooth road. You have the right to stop and cry, you are a person after all.”

You nodded, smiling at her, pulling her in a hug before entering your room and being greeted by Karina halting in her mid-bow before waving at you. You laugh at her reaction, turning to Yeosang who closes the door behind him, “Hi Karina-eonnie.”

She shakes her head, moving towards you, “You worried us too much last night but nothing worries her more.” Your eyebrows frowned, “Who?”

“Yah! I said to take care of yourself and here you are running off to hell nowhere and everyone is looking for you, don’t you know how high my blood pressure is when I found out you were missing!” Your sister walks in, holding a bunch of clothes in her hands with her aide following behind her, “Do even have any clue how high my blood pressure is that Seonghwa has to take me to the hospital and even threatens me that he will cuff me down on the hospital bed because I am hysteric which is true and you guys hated it…”

You laugh running towards her and cutting her ranting off by tackling her in a hug. She drops all the clothes on the bed before wrapping her arms around you, tightly. Her breathing shortens as tears trails down her cheeks, “I’m sorry I was not here to protect you.”

You shake your head, feeling the tears rising in the corner of your eyes, “You have your own responsibility, I understand you have to be across the world to do it.” You felt her head shaking in disagreement, “You are still my sister, I’m supposed to look after you.”

You both stayed in the same position before you pulled away, she looked at you moving a piece of hair away from your face, “I’m proud of you dear sister, come on now, let’s take down these fuckers.” 

Your eyes widen and so does everyone inside your room, gawking at her sudden profanity. Your sister is known to be well behaved and has a clean mouth including having long patience yet hearing her cursing for the first time must have hit a nerve to make her act this way.

The door opens and Seonghwa’s head pops in, “Heard that, dear Marquess.” 

It was like before that you were back in the car, a tablet in your hand as you went over your script and Yeosang on your right. Karina in the passenger seat, going over who the guests are during the meeting and the press conference in a day. Karina turned around in her seat, “Lady, sir Daniel Lee will be attending the meeting, he just called at the last minute. Will that be okay?”  You hum, “Yeah that will be okay.”

Karina nodded before, probably, messaging Daniel Lee. Yeosang, who heard the name, turns to you with a questioning look, “Daniel Lee? Is he still persistent?”  You nodded, looking outside the windows,”His offer for the company has been good ever since and his partnership with me didn’t falter after numerous articles.”

“But he said…”

“Someone was spying on us and altered my words and his. That’s also a privacy breach.”

Yeosang huffs, turning outside, “I just had a bad feeling of that guy.” You chuckle, nudging him, you tilt your head to look at him in a better angle, “Come on. You even have a bad feeling about eating my ramyeon last night yet you devoured it like it was your last meal.”

Your words did not only freeze Yeosang in his seat (adding the red hue on his cheeks), Karina and Mingi froze on their seats. Mingi cleared his throat to make the tension inside the car falter just for a little bit before announcing their arrival, “We arrive.” 

Karina was the first one out before Yeosang. It is as if days go on and on so fast that you barely grasp what was even happening, it felt like deja vu. 

No, it is deja vu.

“My lady ...” Yeosang turned to you, concern written in his eyes when he saw you dazed—in your own world. The car had stopped 5 minutes after arrival and Karina had already gotten out of the car, waiting for you also. You snapped out of your thoughts, glancing at Yeosang who had already had his hand out as he waited outside the car. Yeosang, his watchful eyes scanning the surroundings, before he gave you a nod.

You took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. 

Cameras flashed incessantly, paparazzi eagerly sipping on fresh gossip for their articles. The news of a powerful and intense partnership with the new heir would be the headline by morning. As you walk towards the building, the flashes from cameras almost blind you. Paparazzi swarm around, their voices merging into a chaotic symphony of questions.

“Is it true the company is facing bankruptcy?”

“Are the rumors about internal conflicts true?”

“What are your plans to save the corporation?”

You keep your head high, trying to ignore the barrage of questions, however amidst the crowd, you notice someone who looks oddly familiar. Just like you have mentioned before you settled out of the car, this whole thing is like a deja vu and particularly about that person is behind the issue happening. Before you can get a better look, security rushes you inside but Yeosang takes notice of your eyes and takes the walkie talkie clip to his pants, intercom about keeping an eye on a person dressed in a raincoat.

“My lady, this way.” As you entered the elevator, the door closed although a hand went in between, “Hold on!” Mingi pressed on the “hold” button and appeared between the doors of the elevator is Daniel Lee. You scoff, looking at him up and down, “Why are you in a rush?”

He huffed, straightening his suit before flashing you a smile, “Got caught in the mob, my lady. My deep apologies for being improper and undisciplined.” You waved him off, not really noticing Yeosang’s eyes twitching, out of all words Yeosang caught on the only nickname he calls you. 

As you both arrive at the floor, Daniel holds the elevator as you step out the platform, Mingi and Yeosang being the last people to step off, instantly Daniel blocks their path, clearing his throat and straightening his jacket. Both bodyguards glance at one another before Yeosang tries to make a turn but block off once again.

“Okay what is your problem man? I have been holding on for the longest time with you because I’m with Lady.” Yeosang spoke, formality flying out the window. Mingi had already turned on his beeper to alert a situation on the floor. Daniel chuckles, leaning on to the doors, “Really? That sweet of you to be considerate of the CEO of this company.”

Mingi raised his eyebrow, “Excuse us sir but we have to get going. Meeting will start at 5.” That is until a few bodyguards to the side came out of nowhere, alerting Yeosang and already pushing the beeper a lot of times. Daniel chuckles moving to the side to give space as the 4 bodyguards move in to push Yeosang and Mingi back inside the elevator, Daniel pressing all the floors before turning around.

“Don’t let them step foot on this floor,” he spoke, his voice falling into a malicious tone. He walked off as if nothing had happened, leaving Yeosang and Mingi back-to-back, surrounded by what Yeosang recognized as the same bodyguards who had chased you and him before.

Yeosang and Mingi stood back to back, their senses heightened and ready for the confrontation. The bodyguards, towering and imposing, closed in with menacing intent, “Any bright ideas?” Mingi muttered under his breath, his eyes darting around. 

Yeosang took a deep breath, his mind racing. “We need to take them down quickly. We can't afford that douche nearing Lady.” The bodyguards moved in, their faces set in grim determination. The elevator doors closed, the ding of each floor adding to the tension. With a swift nod to each other, Yeosang and Mingi sprang into action.

Yeosang deflected a punch aimed at his face, countering with a powerful elbow strike to the guard's ribs. Mingi, using his tall frame to his advantage, delivered a high kick that sent another guard crashing into the elevator wall. Yeosang dodged another punch, weaving to the side and landing a quick jab to his attacker's jaw. The guard staggered back, but another one quickly took his place. Mingi, meanwhile, spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick that sent his opponent sprawling.

The elevator's confined space made the fight even more intense. Every move had to be precise to avoid hitting each other. Yeosang ducked under a swing and retaliated with a knee to the guard's stomach, doubling him over. Mingi blocked a heavy blow, twisting the attacker's arm and flipping him onto the floor.

"Duck!" Yeosang called out. Mingi bends his body down as Yeosang sends a last one nose punch. They were running out of time, the floors ticking away. Mingi puffed looking at his hyung, “Thanks.”

Slight distraction caused Yeosang to groan as he was headlocked by the third guard of Daniel. Mingi was about to knock off the man but he found himself in the same situation, clawing on the forearm of the person he thought he had driven to deep sleep yet here he is– slowly losing air. Yeosang could see his younger brother struggling and soon he is experiencing it too.

Gritting his teeth, Yeosang forced his mind to focus. He couldn't let it end like this, not when they were so close. Summoning the last of his strength, he shifted his weight, managing to stomp down hard on the guard's foot. The man loosened his grip just enough for Yeosang to twist free, gasping for breath.

With newfound resolve, Yeosang delivered a sharp elbow to the guard's ribs, followed by a swift punch to his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. He turned just in time to see Mingi's struggle intensify, his brother's face turning red as he fought for air.

“Mingi, hang on!” Yeosang shouted, diving towards the guard choking his brother. He delivered a powerful kick to the side of the guard's knee, causing him to buckle. Mingi, sensing the opportunity, used his last bit of strength to break free, gasping for breath.

Yeosang and Mingi, battered but undeterred, stood back-to-back, ready for any remaining threats. The elevator dinged once more, indicating their arrival at the top floor. 

“If I would have known this is a requirement … I would have stayed in the gym with San,” Mingi panted, his voice hoarse. Yeosang chuckles, wiping sweat from his brow. “I told you.”

As the elevator doors slid open, they were greeted by Seonghwa and the rest of the division. Their hearts pounded with a mixture of adrenaline and determination. Mingi sighs in relief, “Right on time hyung.”, before slumping on the ground, groaning. Yeosang and Seonghwa’s eyes widened, Yeosang reacting faster already darting on his side, “Mingi-ah.” 

“Medic!” Yeosang lay Mingi down while he was clutching his side— his bleeding side. His eyes roamed his quivering figure, Mingi’s lips were slowly turning pale each second pass and Yeosang’s nerves were wrecked on how this slip passed through him and how come he did not notice the weapon.

Soon the medics came and tended to Mingi.  As they worked, Yeosang looked at Mingi's pale face, then up at Seonghwa. “We have to get going. Lady and the rest of the board are in danger up there.”

Seonghwa nodded, gesturing towards his division. “We’ll handle this,” he assured, and soon his team dispersed, moving efficiently to secure the area. Yeosang watched in dismay as the medics loaded Mingi into the back of the ambulance. The sight of the ambulance disappeared from his view, yet he could still hear the deafening sound of the siren wailing in the distance.

“Tell me what happened,” Seonghwa said, his tone more like a friend’s than a superior’s. It was a small comfort in the midst of chaos, and Yeosang was grateful for it. His mind was all over the place, trying to process the gravity of the situation. “We were ambushed—,” Yeosang began, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “Daniel’s bodyguards caught us off guard. We managed to fight them off, but Mingi got hurt in the struggle. I didn't see the knife… I should have seen it.”

 Seonghwa placed a reassuring hand on Yeosang’s shoulder. “Don’t be too hard on yourself and you did your best, Yeosang. Mingi will be okay, right now, we need to focus on securing the boardroom and ensuring Lady's safety.”

Yeosang nodded, pushing aside his guilt and worry for Mingi. He couldn’t afford to lose focus now. Seonghwa nods towards the car, “We’ll take it from here. SWAT will be here…” Yeosang shakes his head, “No. I’m not leaving, my Lady is in danger and I’m not walking away.” 

Seonghwa chuckles, his lips resting in a small smirk, “Did I command you to leave?” Yeosang already picks up what he meant, scoffing as he jogs outside.

Preparing the presentation for the meeting, you were outside taking a phone call from your sister as she spoke about flying to Manila in a few days and as you ended the call, you collided with someone as you turned down the corner, “I am so sorry— Oh Daniel I thought you’re already in the meeting room?”

“Oh my lady my apologies, is the meeting starting? My mother is quite worried about the issue going around” You shake your head, looking down on your phone before glancing back at Daniel, “Oh I hope she doesn’t strain too much on the issue and no, not yet but you should go in now.” He nodded, moving towards the room before you halted him upon realising you did not notice two of your bodyguards, absent from their post in the meeting room as usual. 

“I know it’s not a professional question but have you seen Mingi and Yeosang?” His eyebrow ceased together in confusion, “No I have not, I thought they were with you?”  

You shake your head, “They weren’t with me when I stepped off the elevator so I thought you were talking to them or something.” That did catch Daniel off guard but he masked it immediately, “Well I did see them getting off but I have to walk away first since my mom is calling me so I didn’t really know much about their whereabouts.”

You nodded, getting a hunch that something particular is happening inside,”Okay thank you.” you gave him a small smile bowing your head before walking away contacting Yeosang which only leads straight to voicemail.

As you turned down the corner, you were met with Seonghwa along with his division, frowning in confusion. “Is there something wrong?” Seonghwa took your wrist and gently tugged you back towards the meeting room without a word, entering as less as suspicion could rise; turning to you that his neutral mask is off.

It got you worried as he has never given off such emotions as this before and the amount of hunch you tried to push away just keeps increasing each second.

“Mingi was reported to have a stab wound near his waist and is currently in the ER along with other small injuries from my division upon encountering trespassers so the whole building right now is under tight and an increase in security.” Your heart fell upon hearing the news about Mingi. Seonghwa places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “Mingi will be okay, he’s been through a lot of wounds.”

“But you never know if this can be critical for him.” You cried which in return made Seonghwa chuckle, “He's been under my division before you were declared as the heir, I have faith in him that he will be okay so should you.”

Reluctantly, you nodded, looking over at the boardroom, “What’s happening right now?”

He sighs glancing towards the preparing podium where your father is having a conversation with Mr. Kim before returning to you, “A security breach, Lady. The one that Yeosang and Mingi encountered was just the beginning of its plan.” 

Your worry deepened, but there was no time for hesitation. You needed to be strong, for Mingi, for Yeosang, and for everyone counting on you. The meeting had to proceed, and the threat had to be neutralized. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the challenges ahead.

You glance at Seonghwa, “If you have faith in your division then you have mine too.” He smiles at you, placing a hand on your hair before ruffling it, your mouth gaped open. He walks towards the door, looking over his shoulder, “I had faith in you Lady since the beginning.” 

Your heart warmed and nodded at him, “Thank you Seonghwa.” He gave you a small salute before he left the boardroom. You glance around, anxiety rises on your chest as the thought of the events slowly unfolding without you having any control to it nor power to stop this without steering more drama or …

Your eyes widened as you walked over to your dad. “Father.” It was then that the sound of doors opening silenced the whole room. The entire scene became a blur—literally—as smoke covered the room. A gas or smoke bomb had been ejected, causing everyone inside to cough and be temporarily blinded. Chaos erupted as people stumbled and tried to cover their faces. The acrid smell burned your throat, and your eyes watered uncontrollably.

Bodyguards of each board member rushed in, their movements frantic as they tried to shield and evacuate their respective charges. Through the haze, you felt a strong hand grip your arm, guiding you through the disorienting fog. You assumed it was your bodyguard, given the urgency and familiarity of the touch; roughness and large frame tightly on your wrist.

“Wait … my father—” 

“My lady, we have to go!” Blinded and coughing, you let yourself be led out of the meeting room, your senses overwhelmed by the smoke. The grip on your arm was firm but reassuring, and you stumbled alongside the person, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

As you exited the corporation building and were rushed into a waiting car, the realization slowly began to dawn on you. Something felt off. The grip on your arm was unfamiliar, and the bodyguard's face was not one you recognized. Panic began to set in as you glanced around the car, noticing details that didn't add up.

Your home or your route is always on the left side since you live in Gwangju and that is on the east side of Seoul. Your route now is in the South-West.The figure beside you wasn't familiar; it wasn’t your bodyguard. A cold chill ran down your spine as you turned to face the stranger. Panic surged through you, your mind racing with the realization that something bad was happening. The events that had been unfolding without your control were now spiraling into a nightmare.

"Wait," you said, your voice shaky. "Where's Seonghwa? Yeosang? Where are we going?"

The driver, face obscured by a cap and dark sunglasses, didn't respond nor the one who dragged you out of the car. The car sped away from the building, and your heart pounded in your chest as you realized you were being taken somewhere against your will.

Fear gripped you as the truth settled in. You were in the hands of someone else, and the safety you had sought was now a dangerous unknown. The events of the day had taken a dark turn, and you were caught in the middle of it, unsure of what would come next.

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