#this would have never happened if they dated each other!

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

night alarm. l Joel Miller

Summary: the danger has come

Warnings: angst, fluff, hiding pregnancy, Jackson is attacked. guns, shooting, fire, one dead,

A/N:

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short stories from life. [masterlist]

The next few days passed with palpable tension. Joel had been assigned to guard one of the entrance gates, and patrols left Jackson much more often. Despite your desire, you knew that no one would let you do anything really important. No watches, no patrols, nothing that would tire you out or require much effort. You didn’t fight with Joel or anyone else.

“You’re already doing the most important work, honey,” he said one evening as he went on watch. “Stay home. I’ll feel better knowing you’re here.”

So you stayed. Sometimes you’d visit him on watch, bringing him warm coffee, but the weather was so bad that Joel never let you stay there longer than that.

When the magic date of your second trimester passed, you both breathed a sigh of relief. “We should tell Ellie. She’ll start guessing soon.” You said, looking at the calendar full of crossed-out days.

“We will. When she finally shows up at home.” Joel responded, putting on his jacket.

It was getting dark outside and snow was slowly falling. Joel finally gathered his things and, getting ready to leave, he gave you one more look. The corner of his mouth lifted. "You know... I knew we'd make it this time, but I'm still very happy."

"Me too." You gently touched your belly, which was barely visible for now, but to you it was the center of the world. "Be careful, Joel."

One last kiss and he was gone.

Something suddenly tore you from your sleep. An indescribable explosion, and then another one. You jumped out of bed and ran to the window. What you saw seemed terrifying to you - the fence visible from your window was burning in one place, the sound of the bell echoed throughout the neighborhood, and people ran out into the street. You didn't wait long.

In the darkness, you ran out into the hallway and into Ellie's room.

"Ellie!"

But when you reached the bed, when you grabbed the blanket, you understood immediately - the bed was empty. Ellie probably didn't come back for the night. You fell asleep waiting for her.

Shit.

The sound of the bell pounded in your ears, and you felt your heart doing the same in your chest. Joel had to be alert, you didn't know what was going on there. Ellie left the house, and you promised not to move from there.

"Fuck!" you hissed, throwing yourself around the room, but finally made a decision.

You ran back to the bedroom and quickly started getting dressed. After you zipped up your pants, you went to the closet and took down the box that was lying on the back of the top shelf. Joel kept his revolver there. You started loading it when you heard the front door slam.

"Ellie?!" you screamed, grabbing the extra bullets and quickly leaving the room. You ran down the stairs. "Ellie! Thank God you're here! Joel said we should stay here and..." You looked around and saw someone standing in the middle of the living room. It wasn't Ellie.

It all started so suddenly that Joel didn't immediately realize what was happening. First the sound of the doorbell tore through the darkness of the night, then he heard an explosion and saw fire. At the same time, shots rang out at the side gate. Adrenaline immediately rushed through his blood. People were running, shouting orders, passing weapons to each other.

“They hit the side wall! A few got through!” Jesse shouted.

“Tell Tommy!” Joel shouted back, and pointed to a few men standing next to him. “Come with me! We could use some backup!”

He didn’t have to say it twice. They got into the car and headed toward the burning fence. It wasn’t until they were in the car that Joel realized something that hit him so hard his heart almost stopped—your house was close to where the attackers had broken through.

The lights of another car behind them flashed in the side mirror. No one knew how many had gotten through, but there was no way to risk it. When they stopped at the fence, Joel tightened his grip on his rifle and got out.

“We need to secure this place!” Tommy shouted as he climbed out of the other car. “Move! Move!”

“Do you think there could be more of them?”

“I have no idea. We should check every house, every closet.” He watched the group of men put out the fire, but a moment later someone ran up to them. An older man who lived nearby was wearing a jacket over his pajamas and holding a baseball bat.

“Seven or ten,” he gasped. “They ran between the houses. People barricaded themselves inside, but you never know.”

Tommy looked at the graying man. “Are you sure?”

"Yeah, I saw them from the window. I have trouble sleeping, and the noise was really loud," he confirmed.

Tommy looked at Joel. "We'll have to look around the area. We need more men. It's still a few hours until dawn." Something in his brother's gaze suddenly made him uneasy. He'd seen something like that in his brother's eyes before. He wanted to say something, but then he heard Jesse.

"Ellie?! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was at Dina's, we were watching some movies and... What the fuck happened?" she said, "Joel?"

Joel stared at her, speechless. If Ellie was here, that meant you were home alone. He turned, looking in the direction where your house stood, a few streets apart. An icy chill ran down his spine.

"We caught two of them! The third one is dead!" someone called out from the darkness.

Tommy was saying something, but he couldn't hear him anymore. The blood was rushing in his ears and his legs were moving on their own. Then he remembered running down the street where people were coming out, where there was constant traffic. But he had to know, had to know that you were safe, that his fears were unfounded. After all, your house wasn't that close to the fence, the chance that someone would reach you, that they would choose this house.

When Joel ran onto your street, he saw the house in darkness. He almost calmed down. He heard Ellie and Dina screaming, trying to catch up with him. Behind them, one of the cars was approaching him.

He took a deep breath, filling his aching lungs with air, it only took a few seconds, and then, as he took a few steps, he heard a shot. And another one, and another.

He didn't remember how he got to the porch. The door almost fell off its hinges when he hit it with his shoulder, breaking the lock. Silence. The darkness and silence were terrifying.

He shouted your name. He saw an overturned chair, some junk scattered on the floor. He heard a noise in the hallway, and went in that direction. In the light of the car headlights that came through the window, he saw you sitting against the wall, still clutching his revolver in your hand.

"Baby!"

In the blink of an eye, he was by your side, kneeling and taking your face in his hands. You were terrified, but you were alive. It took him a moment to see the body of a man lying nearby.

"I thought it was Ellie..." you said quietly, "He surprised me..."

"Did he do something to you?" Joel asked, brushing your hair away from your face, "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head. "He wanted to, but... I had your gun."

"My girl."

Tears welled up in your eyes. Joel hugged you without hesitation, feeling your hands tighten around his jacket. You were safe, you were alive.

Footsteps on the porch signaled that others had arrived at the house as well. Ellie looked like she was on the verge of despair as she fell into your arms.

"You're a fucking badass!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry you were alone."

You hugged her tightly. "You're safe, that's the most important thing." You kissed her on the head. Joel's gaze met yours. The question he wanted to ask you was clear in his eyes. "I'm really okay."

"You should go to the clinic. Morris will check if you and the baby..."

"Baby?!" Ellie sat up and looked at Joel as if he had gone crazy. Her gaze shifted to your face. "Are you... Again? Really?!"

"This is not how you should find out, I'm sorry." You sighed, but Ellie didn't let you finish.

"I'll take you to the clinic. Me and Dina."

Joel nodded. "You'll stay there until I come get you." Seeing your look, he quickly added, "You'll wait for me there. We have to make sure we catch them all."

You knew there was no point in arguing with Joel and you didn't even want to. So you let them take you to the clinic, and Ellie and Dina didn't leave your side for a moment. When Morris examined you and did the ultrasound, both girls were absolutely thrilled when they saw the faint shape on the screen.

"A baby..." Ellie whispered, her eyes widening, "How can someone be so fucking small?"

"You know the baby can hear you too?" Morris asked, still staring intently at the screen.

"Shit! Sorry."

“Don’t worry.” He smiled at Ellie before turning to you. “Everything seems fine. The baby’s growing. How are you feeling?”

“Good. I’m a little more sleepy, but I don’t have any nausea or other discomfort.”

“You almost threw up your stomach last time.” Ellie noticed, and Dina nudged her in the side. “What? That’s true!”

Morris turned off the equipment and handed you some tissues to wipe your stomach. “I think you’re fine. Stay here until the situation in the city clears up. Will Joel come get you?” You nodded. “Good. You’ll get a room and you can rest.”

One of the nurses led you to a room. The clinic was quiet, and the dawn was slowly breaking outside. You weren't sure how long it would take to catch everyone who attacked Jackson. But here you were safe, although your heart was still with Joel and the others.

"So, a baby, huh?" Ellie sat down on the bed.

Dina went to look for something warm to drink and eat, and for the first time you were truly alone. You turned to the girl and smiled slightly.

"What do you think, Ellie?" you asked in a quiet voice.

"That's good, right? I mean, it's like a second chance. Are you afraid?"

"So fucking much." you laughed. "But I guess there's no other way. I just hope that this time..."

"This time everything will be fine, you'll see." the girl interrupted you. You could see the concern in her eyes, but also the certainty of what she was saying: “Joel will take care of you, and I… won’t let anything happen to you or that kid.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes, and your throat tightened painfully. But she noticed, stood up, and came over to hug you.

“You’re going to be fat,” she mumbled, and you giggled. “And Joel will still be crazy about you. You’ll be great parents. You already are.”

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[starsjulia]

Almost, Always // Leah Williamson

a/n : sorry i’ve been gone guys… i don’t really have an excuse but it’s whatever. also you know when you watch a show and see lesbians in love and remember what it was like to be in love, basically this is written on what it was like for me (i also miss my ex so much please come back)

warnings : suggestive but no explicit smut

It started, as these things often do, with a kiss that wasn’t meant to mean anything. One of those soft, lingering moments born out of laughter, tequila, and the kind of glances that last too long to be innocent. You remember it clearly because it was Leah. Leah with the wild hair and smart mouth and eyes that saw too much. Leah who teased you relentlessly in front of the girls but always walked you home when you stayed out too late. Leah who said, “It doesn’t have to be a thing,” with a smirk after that first night—right before she kissed you again and pushed you back against the headboard like you were the only thing she wanted to worship.

You lost count of how many times it happened after that. The first time was maybe an accident. The second? Just curiosity. The third? That was something else. That was her fingers on your skin like she was memorising you. That was gasping her name like it meant salvation. That was her smirking down at you after, sweaty and smug, whispering, “Told you it’d be good.”

But you never talked about it. Not really. You just… were. Tangled in each other more often than not, but no one ever said the word relationship. You weren’t her girlfriend. She wasn’t yours. You were something between best friends and soulmates and fuckbuddies and whatever else you could name—but it wasn’t defined. And weirdly, it worked. It shouldn’t have. But it did.

Leah was always showing up at your flat like she owned the place, dropping her keys on your table, making herself toast, wearing your jumpers, leaving her shampoo in your shower. She called it “convenience.” You called it “suspiciously girlfriend-like behaviour.” She winked and said, “Shut up and come here,” and you did, every time.

You’d wake up with her wrapped around you, legs tangled, her nose buried in your neck. Sometimes she’d fall asleep mid-conversation, her voice drifting off with a mumble, and you’d stare at her, wondering when exactly you’d become hers, unofficial as it all was.

And when you were out? It was constant chaos. The way she’d brush her fingers over your back when she walked past. The way you’d whisper something in her ear just to watch her face go pink. The way the others stared at you both like they were waiting for the inevitable.

At training, Beth would side-eye you constantly. “I swear to God, if you two start dry humping in the canteen again—”

You grinned. Leah shrugged. “Don’t be jealous, Beff.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “I’m jealous of your delusion.”

Katie, of course, just stared at the both of you and muttered, “Yous are absolutely unhinged.”

And maybe you were. But it was fun. It was flirty. It was yours.

Like that time you were at an Arsenal girls�� dinner, and you wore that red dress—the one that clung like sin and dipped just low enough to make Leah choke on her wine. You didn’t even have to say anything. She spent the whole night with her hand on your knee under the table, thumb moving in lazy circles, eyes dark with all the things she couldn’t say out loud.

“You wore that to kill me,” she hissed.

You smirked. “You’re not dead yet, are you?”

“I will be. On God.”

And later that night, in the taxi, with the driver politely pretending not to notice, she leaned over and whispered, “If you don’t let me take that dress off with my teeth, I swear to God—”

You kissed her before she could finish. Because yeah. You wanted her too. Always.

There were quiet nights too. Nights where it wasn’t about sex or flirting or chaos. Just you, curled into her side on the couch, her hand tangled with yours, a movie you weren’t watching playing in the background.

“Everyone thinks we’re dating,” you said once, voice quiet.

She snorted. “Aren’t we?”

You looked at her. “Are we?”

She didn’t answer. Just kissed your forehead, like that was enough.

It wasn’t always perfect. Sometimes she got distant. Sometimes you panicked and pulled away. But you always came back. Always found your way back to each other like gravity. Like fate. Like something inevitable.

And it got harder and harder to pretend you weren’t in love with her. Because you were. You are.

Like that time she was away for England camp, and you got sick, and she called you five times a day to check on you, sending Deliveroo to your flat, threatening to murder your immune system personally.

Like when she found you crying once after a shit day, and instead of asking questions, she just pulled you into her lap and held you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“You’re allowed to fall apart,” she whispered into your hair. “Just not without me.”

One night, after a win, after too many drinks, after a celebration that ended with the both of you tucked into each other in a corner of the pub, she looked at you and said, “You ruin me, you know that?”

You blinked. “In a good way or a bad way?”

She smiled, slow and lazy and full of something that felt like forever. “The best.”

Then she pulled you into a kiss so soft it broke something inside you.

Eventually, something had to give. You knew that. She knew that.

So when she showed up at your place one night with a bottle of wine, your hoodie on, and a nervous look in her eyes, you knew something was different.

“I want to call you mine,” she said.

You stared at her. “You already do.”

She shook her head. “No. I mean—mine. Girlfriend. Partner. The real thing.”

You swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’ve been sure. For ages. I just… didn’t want to scare you.”

You grinned. “Terrified, actually.”

“But still here?”

“Always.”

And then she kissed you. And that kiss? That kiss tasted like something new. Something real. Something that was always going to happen.

Because this thing between you? It was never casual. Not really. It was fire and softness and chaos and safety. It was teasing and inside jokes and clothes stolen from each other’s wardrobes. It was forehead kisses and hand squeezes and whispering “marry me” half-jokingly when you caught each other staring. It was Leah saying “I’d fight a bear for you,” and you replying, “Good, because I attract danger.”

It was everything. It is everything.

Almost, always. Now? Just always.

[mintmatcha]

Patrol goes as usual. His sidekicks have settled into the routine, waving to the usual vendors, accepting the little treats they offer. Kirishima has grown to be a popular face around here-- so has Tamaki, of course, but the little guy has a different charismatic charm. He's going to go far as a hero, Fatgum decides.

The crowds are thinner than usual; the weather is getting colder and the coats are getting thicker. Fatgum never really needs a coat. His weight keeps him warm all winter.

"Oh my god--" A voice cuts through the usual din. "It's him!"

A Red Riot fan: Fatgum giggles at the thought. Baby's first die-hard. It's cute--

Until he turns around and realizes you're much too old for that. Maybe even too old for Suneater.

"Hey there," He reflexively steps in front of his boys. Nothing bad would happen, of course, it's just instinct.

"Hi! Wow, hi!" It takes a moment for Fatgum to realize your attention is locked on him. That's... strange. His fans are usually younger. And boys. Not pretty women, certainly not ones that look like--

Tai's never considered himself a pretty guy. Strong, nice, but never attractive: he's huge. both in height and in weight. It's not exactly the thing women tend to look for-

But the way you flutter your eyelashes and twiddle your fingers makes him feel hot.// Both physically and temperature wise. God, he swears he's already broken into a sweat under the absolute heat of your gaze--

"Oh," Fatgum scratches his cheek as he tries to come up with something to say. His heart is going to give out under the attention, but he's trying to play it off. "Um, did you need something?

Your eyes go wide and he swears there's a literal sparkle in them as you push up on to your toes. It's barely shortened the distance between you two, but his face immediately goes hot at the gesture.

"Baby-" You smile into your words. "I need your number."

He chokes on his own spit.

Two other girls emerge from the crowd, each one grabbing at your arms. They're clearly your friends by the way to chastise you immediately, snapping your name a bit too loudly.

"We're so sorry about her-" one sighs. "Small town girl doesn't know how to act around heroes."

"She's just like this." The other rolls her eyes. "You're her 'hear me out.'"

"Guys-" your voice drops to a whisper. "Don't ruin this for me."

Tai -not Fatgum, but Taishiro- thinks he might pass out. It's been a long time since he's dated. A very, very long time since a girl made a move on him.

"I'm sorry-" He turns back to his sidekicks. Kirishima is beaming, but Tamaki looks like he's swallowed a frog; he's clammy and bright red, clearly upset at the interaction. Oh, Tamaki, Taishiro thinks, the feeling is mutual. He really shouldn't be taking advantage of fans... and he really shouldn't be doing it in front of his boys. "Forgive me, uh, I can't--"

Genuine disappointment on your face surprises him. You bow a little, taking a step back to join your friends.

"Oh, it's okay," you sigh. "Thank you for your time."

"So sorry about her--" One of your friends repeats. Before he can change his mind. you're rushed away by your embarrassed friends, who titter over the interaction.

"You're sooo cringe!" Someone whines at you disappear into the crowd. Tamaki lets out a relieved sigh, glad to have escaped without having to say anything at all.

"Whoa," Kirishima gapes. "Does that happen a lot?!"

"Maybe to Hawks!" Fatgum tries to wave it off, despite how his face burns. "I don't think that's ever happened to me before."

Or will ever happen again.

[ineedpaigebuckets]

ALWAYS YOU

chapter 2

synopsis: azzi cracks and paige lets her, the need for eachother gets deeper but so does the confusion

an: next chapter will be good... i hope just like lock in

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they didn’t talk about sleeping in the same bed every night.

azzi told herself it was just easier, paige didn’t like sleeping alone. she never had. and azzi was used to sharing hotel rooms, buses, twin beds in dorms. this wasn’t that different. they were friends. really close friends. so close it felt like her chest cracked open when paige left the room for too long. but that was normal… right?

paige never asked permission when she climbed into bed. she just flopped down next to azzi, tugged the blanket up to her chin, and sighed like this was the only place she ever wanted to be. sometimes she’d lay her head on azzi's stomach and scroll her phone with her feet kicking in the air like she wasn’t aware of what it did to azzi's ability to breathe.

sometimes she’d talk. late at night, when the lights were off and the house was quiet.

that's when it got dangerous.

“i think you saved me,” paige said once. her voice was quiet and soft and impossibly close.

azzi blinked, frozen in the dark. “what?”

“i don’t know. this year sucked. everything felt like it was falling apart. but being here? with you? it makes it okay.” paige shifted, her arm slinging over azzi's waist like it belonged there. “you make it okay."

azzi didn’t know how to answer. /!2 barely whispered, “i'm glad you’re here too.”

and that was the thing. she meant it. all of it. she'd never felt more like herself than when paige was around. but she didn’t know what kind of feeling it was. was it love? friendship? something in between?

they weren’t hooking up. they weren’t dating. but paige kissed her cheek like it meant something, and azzi let it happen. paige held her hand when they were alone. paige looked at her like she wanted something more. and azzi kept pretending she didn’t notice, because if she noticed, she’d have to admit what she was doing too.

around azzi's family, they were careful. paige never pushed things too far. she still hugged her from behind in the kitchen and let azzi sit in her lap when they were on the couch, but they didn’t say the things they said at night. they didn’t look at each other like that.

and still, azzi's mom watched them sometimes with raised eyebrows.

“you and paige seem to be getting closer and closer everyday,” she said one afternoon.

azzi shrugged, careful to keep her tone even. “we've always been close.”

her mom didn’t push. but azzi spent the rest of the day obsessively watching herself, wondering if she was being too obvious.

later that night, paige grabbed her hand under the blanket during a movie. azzi didn’t pull away.

paige didn’t think she was confused, at least, not about how she felt.

she knew she loved azzi. not just in a “you’re my best friend” kind of way, but in a “you’re the only person i want to be around all the time, and I literally feel sick when i think about losing you” kind of way.

she didn’t know when it shifted. maybe it had always been like this and she was only now old enough to recognize it.

azzi made her feel warm and stupid and safe. paige would have done anything for her. and honestly? she didn’t really care what they were. she didn’t need a label. she just wanted azzi to want her back.

but it was so hard to tell if she did.

azzi was affectionate, always had been. but paige never knew if it meant what she wanted it to mean. like when she traced circles on paige's wrist under the table. or when she leaned her head on paige's shoulder and stayed there for hours.

one night, paige looked over at her in bed- azzi was already half-asleep, and whispered, “do you ever think about us? like, how we're different from everyone else?”

azzi's eyes stayed closed. “sometimes.”

“and?”

azzi sighed, her voice barely a breath. “i don’t know. i get scared thinking about it.”

that should’ve been enough. But paige wanted more. “scared of what?”

azzi opened her eyes then, slow and serious. “of messing it up, and making it real.”

paige nodded. she didn’t say anything else. she just rolled onto her side and wrapped her arm tighter around azzi's waist, her lips pressing gently to the back of her neck. not a kiss. not really. just a promise.

i got you. even if we never figure it out.

they just kept sharing beds, and sneaking glances, and pretending not to notice when things got too intimate. rhey kept it quiet around azzi's family. they didn’t talk about how paige's hand would slide across the small of azzi's back at night like muscle memory.

rhey didn’t talk about how azzi didn’t stop her anymore.

they didn’t talk about the moments paige whispered something soft and flirtatious into azzi's ear and azzi laughed a little too hard, cheeks flushed like she knew she should be hiding it.

they didn’t talk about the weight building in the air every time they were alone.

but it was there. waiting.

and at some point, one of them was going to have to say something. and that's just what azzi did.

that night felt heavier than the rest.

paige could tell something was off the second azzi didn’t curl into her the exact same way she normally did. she just laid there, eyes on the ceiling, fingers picking at her sleeves.

“talk to me,” paige said gently.

azzi didn’t answer right away. she just breathed, slow, deliberate, like she was trying to calm something inside her. eventually, she whispered, “don't hate me."

paige sat up halfway, already shaking her head. “i could never hate you.”

azzi blinked hard. she looked like she was holding in everything.

“sometimes i don’t know how to let you love me,” she said, voice so quiet paige barely heard it. “like… i know you do. i know how much you love me. and i feel it, i really do. but i think there’s something wrong with me because i don’t know how to let it all in.”

paige’s heart cracked. she didn’t say anything. she just reached over and tucked a piece of azzi’s hair behind her ear.

“and it makes me feel like shit,” azzi went on, her voice shaking now. “because you give so much. and you’re always so open. and i never want you to think i don’t see that, or that i don’t care. i just… sometimes i feel like i’m standing behind glass watching you love me and i don’t know how to reach out and touch you.”

a tear slipped down azzi’s cheek and paige caught it with her thumb.

“i never want you to think you’re too much,” azzi added, her eyes closing tight. “you’re perfect. i just don’t know how to be… enough for you.”

paige didn’t let her spiral another second.

she cupped azzi’s face and pulled her in, resting their foreheads together. “you are enough. more than enough. and i don’t need you to be perfect. i just need you to let me be here.”

azzi’s breathing hitched.

“you don’t have to know how to let me love you,” paige whispered, brushing her nose against azzi’s. “you just have to let me try. i want you exactly as you are. even the messy, scared, confused parts.”

“you make it look so easy,” azzi said, her voice cracking again. “loving me- loving a girl.”

“it is easy,” paige said. “you make it easy. and i don’t need you to be where i am yet. i just need to know you’re not pushing me away because you don’t want me.”

azzi shook her head instantly. “i don’t want to push you away.”

“then don’t.” paige kissed her forehead. “i got you, okay? even when it’s hard. especially when it’s hard.”

azzi finally leaned in, arms wrapping around paige’s waist as she pressed her face into her neck.

“i’m trying- i'm gonna keep trying, for you.” she mumbled.

“i know, baby,” paige said, kissing the side of her head. “that means the world to me."

and they stayed like that. tangled up in the dark. not fixing anything. but not running either.

and that was enough for now.

[cupcakefactory]

How all the boys would propose to us/mc? I just know they would all be romantic, but, how would each one do it in your opinion?

Ohh! This is so cute?? I love love fluffy shit like this~ I hope this was too your liking Anon <3 Thank you so much for requesting meeee <3

Pairings: Xavier x You, Rafayel x You, Zayne x You, Sylus x You, Caleb x You

The LADS Lovers: @hiqhkey

Warnings: FLUFFY, Marriage proposals (obviously), all of them may be a little OOC sorry :(, spoilers for Xaviers spring time card, hints to Rafayels myth and a little of my own headcanons in there, Mentions of Zaynes evol being an ass, Dragon myth spoilers , Colonel Myth spoilers, set in the future

WC (approx): 1k , 1k , 950 , 1k , 975

XAVIER:

Xavier is someone who is quiet in every aspect of his life, from his work to his love for you – its all quiet. He loves you so much that it causes actual pain in his chest, but he didn’t dare show you off; he didn’t dare let the public see you. You were his after all, the reason he left his home behind, you were the reason Xavier saw another spring – someone that once he had his hands on, he didn’t even dream of letting go of.

Xavier had thought about marrying you on Philos, of course, he never got the chance to back then – being a prince held a weight on his shoulders that he couldn’t shake, and, he didn’t dare bring you under his father’s eyes, too scared of what he would do to you if he saw you again. Instead, he loved you silently, daydreaming about a life when he could marry you, and now he had that. You were right in front of him – he could touch you, kiss you, love you without fear of losing you to power a planet.

All to say, from the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend, Xavier was planning everything, measuring your finger every night to make sure he had to correct size, jotting down when your fingers got puffy during the month, and when they settled back down. Everything had to be perfect, even if that meant buying more than one ring to make sure it always fit you. You always had to wear his claim, to show other men (and plushies.. and bread..) that you belonged to him and him alone.

When it came to actually proposing, Xavier had never been so nervous. He didn’t doubt for a second that you loved him as much as he loved you – he saw it in the little things you did for him; letting him lie his head in your lap to nap, bringing him meals when he forgot to eat, remembering all his favourite foods.

--

It was a warm spring day when Xavier messaged you randomly asking to meet. You didn’t think too much of it – you had been working long missions recently, pulled away for days at a time by Captain Jenna, so naturally your boyfriend wanted to see you as much as you wanted to see him. Normally, Xavier would join you, but since you started dating, you noticed your missions were sometimes assigned separately, you couldn’t recall ever getting distracted watching him fight, but it must have happened more than once to have you both split up like this, by Jenna.

The weather was stunning when you met him at the bottom of your apartment complex, dressed more formally than normal and looking a little too anxious. He couldn’t meet your eyes as you walked side by side, discussing simple and easy things like the weather and the recent missions you both went on. Even when he was being weird, Xavier felt like home, he felt comforting in the best possible way – he drew you in and made all your worries melt away by just being him.

Time seemed to pass too quickly, and before you had even registered it, you were in the forest where you both had planted your flowers. The trees blocked the worst of the sun from reaching you both, making the track a little more pleasant to walk across, the smell of fresh grass and oak making you sigh in contentment. It really was like a small bit of heaven on earth here, and sharing it with Xavier made it all the better.

You darted ahead when you saw the familiar clearing, to examine the flowers that were now starting to bloom in full force, the original ones you had planted on his birthday, as well as all the ones you had added to it over the years. It looked like something from a children’s book, so bright and full of life – you were so distracted, so lost in your own world that you didn’t hear the slight rustle of grass behind you.

Xavier had watched how you examined each flower carefully, how you pulled dead leaves from stems and straightened petals with the most gentle of smiles. You looked at peace here, and it made his heart beat faster – before he had even registered what he was doing, he was on one knee, just waiting for you to turn around, hand holding the velvet box like it was the most delicate thing in the world at that moment.

And when you turned?  Your reaction was everything he had hoped for and more, surprise and love shining in your eyes, hand flying to your mouth as you took a step back, careful not to stand on a flower, you didn’t even give him time to ask before you were nodding, throwing yourself into his arms and causing you both to tumble into the ground with laughter. Xavier never loved you publicly, or loudly, but in moments like this – you had never felt more cherished.

RAFAYEL:

Rafayel had been here before, marrying you, that is, albeit back then, he didn’t know how good he had it. He didn’t know what he had until he had lost it – and once it was gone, he wanted it back badly. He craved your touch, craved the way your hand felt in his, and how you fell asleep against him. It felt foreign not to have you by his side, even if you had only been together for such a short time.

When he found you in this timeline, he was overjoyed; he had waited this long to find you in a normal world where he could love you freely. Was it weird to have lured you to his home? Maybe, but Rafayel was desperate for you – he knew by now you wouldn’t remember him, but that didn’t matter, you could learn to love him again, and he would make sure of it! He had waited this long; what was a few more?

When you finally loved him again, and you both started to date, it felt like life was finally right. The guilt of letting his people die didn’t push as hard against his chest when he held you in his arms, his mind rarely wandered when he got to paint you, and he found himself excited to get up in the mornings because it meant he could speak to or see you. Naturally, as your relationship progressed, the talk of marriage started – and he found himself bubbling with both anxiety and excitement at the prospect of seeing you at the altar again. He didn’t dodge the question or subject, but he did seem to delay it a little until he found what he was looking for, pushed in the back of a closet.

When he finally found it and presented it to you, his hesitation made sense, it was a glass jar full of rings, of every type, size, style and made from every material he could get his hands on. Each one radiated his love, his care for you, and he seemed quite proud of them.

“Pick which one you want.”

A simple request that led to hours on the floor together sorting through them, the metal you wouldn’t wear was shortlisted first, followed by the style you didn’t like, until finally you landed on your dream ring. It was perfect, and the fact that he had made it? You couldn’t help but gleam, holding it up before it grabbed it from your grasp.

“What? Oh, cutie, this isn’t how I’m going to propose to you!”

--

You had almost forgotten about the day spent sorting rings in his studio, he waited so long. The first couple of dates after the fact, you were sure he was going to ask, anxiety bubbling in your throat until by the end of the night, you had parted ways (or not 😉), still just boyfriend or girlfriend. It was classic Rafayel, really; he didn’t want to make his intentions obvious, yet it was killing him to have to wait.

It was summer when his patience ran out. At one of his art shows, Thomas had prepared and then begged you to convince him to attend. Watching you mingle and talk to the other guests with such ease and confidence that he knew he had to ask you to marry him tonight.

You loved these, loved looking at all the art and talking to people who appreciated your loves work as much as you did, keeping your identity secret to not be bombarded with questions – if that was even possible when you had Rafayel basically attached to your hip the whole time, following you around like a toddler and telling you about each art piece he made, even if you were then from start to finish.

Rafayel loved sharing his passion with you, and you loved listening to him talk with pride in his voice. You never got bored of it, never got bored of the way his mismatched eyes lit up and his hands flayed around excitedly.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted, the type of exhausted you couldn’t really complain about. Your head hurts from all the bright lights inside the venue, and your feet ache from the hours of walking you've done.

You sat side by side on the beach, hands holding each other’s as you watched the ocean, the gentle lull of the waves therapeutic to you both after the hours you’d spent socialising. Neither of you felt it necessary to talk; you just basked in the presence of the other, in the smell of salt and sand, in the gentle chirp of seagulls as they flew overhead.

Watching the sea with him was always magical, the stories he could tell felt endless – the world he had lived in before all this felt more like a fairytale, but you knew once it was his reality – seen evidence of that on every Ebb day you had spent caring for him by his side. You wondered once if he missed it, you asked him, and he just laughed, kissing your head and telling you that you were a gift that made it all worth it.

You felt the metal in your palm as you sat there, cold yet familiar – you didn’t even need to look down to know what it was. You knew he was asking without words, making a statement after such a chaotic day that you were his safe place. You rest your head on his shoulder with a nod, keeping the ring in your grasp until you stood to leave and only then did you let him put it on.

ZAYNE:

For all Zayne knew, this was the first timeline he had known, and in turn loved you in. He loved you with all he was; he loved you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. From reading together in your middle school library, to running after him in high school, to losing touch and refinding each other in adulthood. Your lives had always been intertwined in a way, and Zayne was glad as adults, he could hold you and love you without restraints.

Marriage wasn’t something that Zayne thought about straight away, he enjoyed the way your relationship was – gentle and easy going. You supported each other in everything you both did - your missions and his travels. It was only after you had been together for a while, he realised he wanted to marry you. He had walked into his home after a tiring trip, working in Skyhaven with patience that needed his specialities, to see you asleep on his sofa. Soup was bubbling on the stove, freshly made and smelling delicious, and he could see macarons on the counter.

 You knew everything about him, all the little things he loved and craved after the trip he had. It was then he knew he wanted you as his bride – his parents adored you, everyone in his workplace that he interacted with every day already treated you both like a married couple. Really, it was just a formality, paperwork, but god did Zayne want it now. He didn’t care about the issues surrounding his Evol, the pain didn’t matter if he got to call you his wife. Call you his in every what way.

Getting your ring size was easy, scarily easy actually – he was your doctor after all. A simple “test” he needed to check your heart's condition that coincidentally involved a medically made ring? Oh – it was such a shame he needed to take the measurements! You didn’t think a thing of it, why should you? He had been your doctor long before he was your boyfriend; you knew your physical health was important to Zayne and that he would do anything to make sure you stayed in the best health, so you gave him whatever he asked for.

You completely forgot about it, to be honest, which Zayne was more than glad about because the medical ring he told you about didn’t exist, and he wasn’t too sure how he was going to make one materialise. Instead, he went to every jewellery store in Linkon, Skyhaven – even the towns he worked in, until he found the perfect ring for you. Something that would always remind you of him.

--

It was winter when you met for one of your scheduled dates, you had them pencilled in well in advance – at least every 2 weeks, you both met, no excuses and no cancellations. You both looked forward to it and took it in turns to pick and arrange something for you both to do. Sometimes it was a hike, other times it was just watching a movie around one of your homes – the activity didn’t matter as long as you were together.

This time it was Zayne's time to pick an event, and he just texted you instructions to wear something nice, not too fancy but enough. You had no idea what this meant, but you picked an outfit you knew Zayne enjoyed seeing you in and waited outside his apartment until his car pulled up.

The restaurant was small, but one you recognised. It wasn’t the first time you both had come here. Zayne enjoyed the desserts, and you found comfort in the familiarity, so a good handful of your dates were inside these four walls. You sat at the table you always sat at, the familiar smell of alcohol and home cooked meals hitting your nose and making you sigh in contentment. Zayne loved that sound, how relaxed you seemed in this atmosphere, and how happy you seemed.

Your conversations came naturally over meals, he didn’t seem nervous in the slightest, instead, he entertained the questions you asked about his latest trip, telling you as much as he legally could. You told him about your missions and reassured him that no, you weren’t overdoing it – you were taking care of yourself, and any cuts or scrapes you did get were taken care of by a professional and not ignored like they would have done previously.

The evening was normal, everything he had hoped for, of course, he was nervous, but he was able to hide it well behind well-timed hums and eating when his brain couldn’t come up with an answer. He knew you didn’t notice, Zayne was good at wearing a mask and although he didn’t go it around you anymore this felt like a situation you would let him off this time.

It was when the desert came that he started to worry a little more. If his Evol was acting up, he wouldn’t have known from how much his hands were sweating. He felt the ring box in his pocket, pushing against him uncomfortably whenever he shifted. He waited for you to take your first bite before he started to talk, a pre-planned speech about everything that had happened between the two of you, how much he loved you.

You froze, fork in your mouth as you watched him talk, eyes wide with surprise and wonder. You didn’t see this coming, you didn’t expect this at all. When he stood and got on one knee in front of you, it felt right, it felt natural. Of course you said yes – he was the best thing that ever happened to you and you wouldn’t turn him down.

SYLUS:

When Sylus finally re found you, he made it his life's mission to marry you as soon as possible. The original plan was to propose to you the moment he found you again, he assumed you still had your memories and were also looking for him. That’s why you went to the nest, right? Because you had heard his name, the name you gave him, the name he kept long after his death and into his new life, so when you heard it, you knew it was him. It broke his heart when you looked at him with fear, without the recognition and relief he had been dreaming of.

So the first plan was a bust, the ring he had been carrying put back in the box and into a safe he wouldn’t let anyone know about, let alone access. If he had to re-earn your heart, then that’s what he would do. He had done it once, so why wouldn’t he do it again?

At first, he tried to rush it, tried to make your memories come back with little acts and words. When that didn’t work, he had to re-evaluate and settle on just rebuilding your relationship from the ground up. He loved you enough to do this, to show you that you loved him as much as he did – your soul must recognize him because you panicked after you shot him, much in the same way you did in another lifetime after you stabbed him.

He didn’t expect to enjoy rebuilding your relationship as much as he did, rediscovering who you were, and you, in turn, discovering who he was. He has missed you badly, your sass, your comments – the way you filled a room with your presence. The way you claimed his home as yours without even noticing you were doing it. He never once doubted you were the girl from his past, when you did things like this, it was like looking through a time portal at times.

It was only when you had been together for a while that the ring he had tucked away, kept hidden this whole time, made a reappearance. He sat in his office staring at it, You were fast asleep – it was nighttime, you had a normal schedule, one of the many things he loved about you, so you were asleep, in his bed, much to his enjoyment. He had dreamt about marrying you, and now he was sure you would say yes to him, he let the excitement of the idea take him over again.

The only issue was, he couldn’t come up with the perfect situation. Nothing felt right for your relationship; it was spontaneous, and that was perfect, so a preplanned date didn’t fit the narrative you had created together. Instead, he decided to carry it around and let the right time find him.

--

The right time was in Autumn, you had called him while rushing around your apartment. He was used to this, and slightly amused but how breathless you sounded as you begged him for help. Sylus had never denied you of anything, and he wasn’t about to start now, especially when you sounded so cute.

You agreed to meet on the edge of the N109 zone, and so he was there first, leaning against his bike as he scrolled through his phone. He looked effortlessly sexy like that, and it wasn’t fair at all how a man could make something so domestic and simple look that attractive. He heard you before you introduced yourself, slipping his phone back into his jacket pocket as he watched you approach.

He let you explain the issue without interrupting, the animated way you waved your hands around as you explained about a wanderer you couldn’t defeat – embarrassingly so. It was getting on your nerves; no matter how many times you approached it, you always left before you could beat it, before it could cause you any serious harm. It infuriated you, and after five times, you gave in and decided to call your boyfriend for help. Maybe he could give you a better gun, he was a weapons dealer after all.

What you didn’t expect was his laugh, the laugh that screamed rich even though he didn’t know it, and the reprimand about not asking him for help sooner. He was your partner after all, in life, yes, but he also wanted to be it on the battlefield if you were that determined not to quit your job and work in the N109 zone for him. He threw your helmet at him, and before you really registered what was happening, he was driving you both through Linkon on the back of his bike to find the monster.

It took a while to find it, you stopped off at a café and got a drink – you phoned Jenna to ask if she could find the location of the creature. He was amused when your boss tried to tell you to leave it, but eventually you got the location and you both headed there. He heard the roar of the wanderer as he parked, and you ran towards it together.

You were right, it wasn’t an easy fight at all, but with Syluss' help and Evol, you were finally able to take it down, finally able to beat the boss you couldn’t and you couldn’t be happier. Jumping into his arms, he realised now was the perfect moment, and he fell to his knee.

At first, you panicked, of course you did, assuming he had got hurt, you started to threat. It was only when he started to laugh at your worry and look up, holding a ring whose gem shone in the sun, did it finally dawn on you what he was doing. You nodded quickly, kissing him in a way he ate up.

Spontaneous and perfect, just the way you liked him.

CALEB:

If you ever asked Caleb how long he had thought about marrying you, he would just laugh and ruffle your hair, avoiding the question because if he had to answer? He would have to admit it was since he was a teenager, maybe around the age of 15, he started to daydream about you in white, walking towards him. He didn’t care if people wouldn’t accept it, because back then, he wouldn’t ever tell you what he desired and dreamt about under the assumption it would never happen. That he could never call you his.

That was until the explosion, when his life changed in every way – his light disappeared. Everything became dark, and so his silly dreams about marrying you simply became figments of the past. Thinking about you was too painful; he loved you too much, and now he couldn’t ever see you again. His dreams were what he always knew they would have to be as a teenager, just dreams.

Until they didn’t need to be, because one fated day, you found your way back to his life and took over in the best possible way. You no longer looked at him as a childhood friend; you became a little shyer, avoiding his gaze with a blush on your cheeks, and when you finally both confessed to each other, he let the daydreams from his childhood start to take shape again.

He already knew what ring he wanted to get for you, and being Caleb, he already knew your ring size, so that wasn’t the issue. It was his own anxiety; he knew EVER was still looking for you, and he wouldn’t dare point a stage light your way to make you their next pawn.

So instead he waited, waited until EVER was no longer a threat, was no longer an issue, and that’s when he let his plan take shape. He found the best jeweller in Skyhaven – taking in a picture he had sketched, erased, and re-sketched hundreds of times until it looked right, and had it made to your size. Once he was sure it was perfect, he started to come up with a way to give it to you.

That turned out to be harder than he originally planned, because every idea he had, every scenario he envisioned, just didn’t seem right. You deserved to best, and Caleb wanted to give it to you somehow.

--

It was summer when you spent the day together, you had spent almost every day together so far this season, with EVER no longer a threat Caleb had been able to take a step back from his Colonel duty and all his spare time was almost gifted to you, not that you complained, you enjoyed his company even if it was only in the evenings when you got home from work.

This time, you decided to go back to Skyhaven. Caleb had some work he had to do, which would be easier from your home office, and then you decided to spend the afternoon at the amusement park you had once gone to together, although now that felt like a lifetime ago.

He rushed through the paperwork, making sure it was done correctly, yes, but he didn’t want to waste any more time than he needed on it, not when the idea of spending time with you was so much more enjoyable. He finished in record time, and once he was sure there was nothing else left to be done, no more loose ends to be tied up, he met you in his living room, lounging on his couch like you owned the place, and together you walked hand in hand to the carnival.

It was everything you remembered it to be: the laughter of children as they ran around, the sound of adults chattering, and couples both new and old flirting, the smells of sugar from the cotton candy and freshly baked doughnuts filled the air making the already dreamy environment feel even more unreal. You had loved it the last time you brought Caleb here, but now, being officially together and free it felt even more magic.

The day was filled with rides, both those that were scary and those that weren’t, you laughed on a rollercoaster, screeching as you were flung around knowing full well if anything happened you would be safe because of Calebs Evol, you hid yourself into his side on the ghost train when an actor popped out the corner and screamed at you. The carnival games passed in a blur as both of you competed to win, you seemed to take it in turns, and you both ended up walking around carrying a plushie each.

You ate way too much sugar, drank way too much soda, and laughed too hard to the point your stomachs hurt. It was beyond a perfect day, so you were sad when it came to an end – sat opposite Caleb on the Ferris wheel. Hand in Hand, watching Skyhaven down below and pointing out different shops and places you had memories in. He carried you on his back when you got off, letting you doze lightly as he walked the familiar streets, telling you random stories unless you told him to shut up.

He picked up your favourite takeaway, and when you got home, you sat side by side eating it. The plushies you won were with you as well.

That night, as Caleb watched you sleep, he knew there would never be a perfect moment, because in his eyes, you already were perfect. He took the ring from his bedside drawer and carefully slipped it onto your finger before spooning you from behind and falling asleep himself. When you woke up and saw it on your finger, you couldn’t help but smile, turning and kissing him until he woke up.

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The Congressman and the Avenger | Congressman! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Fem! Reader

- You’ve been a member of the Avengers for the past five years now

- On a recent mission in Washington D.C., you had a scheduled interview with Congressman, Bucky Barnes

- The interview went very well and you spoke highly of your team and the future plans that the Avengers were wanting to implement for the sake of America

- After the interview, Bucky invited you to a local gala, that was taking place that evening as his date

- You hastily agreed due to your secret crush on the handsome Congressman

- That evening, you were donned in a gorgeous floor length navy sleek dress, that accentuated your curves and clung to your body exceptionally well, complete with a matching pair of heels

- Bucky met you at the gala, and, showed you off as his guest to all of the other members of congress and their guests

- The other Avengers were honorary guests as well

- The night went on as you and Bucky danced in the beautiful ballroom, enjoyed some fine music, and dined on a delectable dinner that was to die for

- As the night came to a close, Bucky led you outside to a small enclosed balcony

- You ended up spending the last couple of hours together talking about what had been happening recently in Congress as well as things about each other

- You told him how you joined the Avengers, and, he told you about his past and explained how he became a Congressman

- “I would love to catch up with you again sometime, y/n. I know that everyone is leaving for the night. But I would love to grab a coffee or dinner sometime soon. If you’d be willing, of course.” Bucky asked before taking you home for the night

- “I would love to! I enjoyed spending time with you tonight, Bucky. It’s not often that I get to go out and enjoy myself. With being an Avenger and all the responsibilities that come with that.” You said with a smile, your eyes filled with joy and happiness that you haven’t experienced in years

- “Then it’s a date then. I’ll pick you up at…let’s say Friday at 6?” Bucky said, a huge grin across his face

- “It’s a date.” You said, as you have him a quick hug before turning and heading out and returning to your apartment for the night

- Bucky knew that being a Congressman would lead to some interesting opportunities but he never realized that it would lead to going on a date with an Avenger

[mintedwitcher]

Hii! I was gone for a while so pls forgive me, I'm catching up, but do you have any opinions on how/why bucktommy should get back together again after those breakups? I do want buck in a happy relationship, I just have a hard time seeing how it could still be tommy? As long as eddie is in the picture, he didn't seem so keen... implying buck or both have feelings for each other? I wonder if they'll rather bring someone new in s9

anon I'm gonna be honest, this sounds like a troll. luckily for you, I'm on a goddamn roll tonight and I'm feeling more than a little petty, so let's fucking go.

"as long as eddie is in the picture-" he's not. Eddie is not and has not ever BEEN "in the picture". Evan Buckley, canonically, does not and never has had feelings for Eddie. and Eddie is straight. heterosexual. an enjoyer of the fairer sex. a Default. there is no "picture" to be in. I don't know how much clearer the show, the writers, the showrunners, the actors, the fucking CHARACTERS have to be: it's NEVER happening.

so, with that out of the way, let's move on, shall we?

why should bucktommy get back together?

Tommy is the first LI Buck has ever had who has put Buck first, every time. The first date? Tommy cut it short because Buck was clearly not ready to be out and dating, and that was entirely fair. Buck wasn't ready. But Tommy still agreed to a second chance, a second date.

Tommy takes care of Buck, and not just physically. He's there for Buck emotionally as well, which is more than any of his previous LI's have done. He listens when Buck talks and he takes him seriously when he's stressing out. He cares about Buck's wellbeing, physically, emotionally, and mentally. He slept on a shitty, uncomfortable couch just to keep Buck company because Buck had to sleep in his armchair after fucking up his shoulder, and he made breakfast for him in the morning.

Buck lights up around Tommy. He smiles more, his eyes light up, his shoulders relax, his posture straightens up. He's comfortable with Tommy. there's no performance, no mask, no pretense. and likewise, Tommy is comfortable with Buck. he laughs more, he's almost constantly smiling, and he just looks at ease.

Tommy shows up for Buck. Every time. even while they're broken up. even when he has EVERY reason to tell Buck to fuck right off and leave him alone, he shows up. and that is CONSISTENT: the cafe meetup after their awful first date. the bachelor party. the wedding (after fighting a bushfire for over 15 hours, at a minimum, without even stopping to change or shower). the hospital after one of the 118 got injured. the hospital again when Buck fucked up his shoulder. the cowboy funeral to break a curse that Tommy didn't even believe in. and most recently, stealing ANOTHER helicopter (and risking his career, record, and freedom) to help Buck buy time to get a cure to Chim.

Tommy is THERE for Buck, in a way that no other LI has ever been. Buck calls, Tommy shows up. it's that simple. and though we haven't seen it yet, I believe that the opposite would be true too: if Tommy needs Buck, he'd be there, come hell or high water.

Tommy cares about Buck, in a way that we have NEVER seen from one of Buck's LI's. Abby was into him because he gave her a taste of excitement outside of her miserable life. Ali liked him because he was a hero. Taylor liked him for his body, and only cared about him as a person later down the line (I still maintain they should've just stayed friends and occasional FWBs rather than a couple but that's not the point here, stay on track, Mint). Natalia only liked him because he survived the lightning strike.

Tommy met him at his worst - when he was high strung and stressed about Bobby and Athena being in danger - heard him being a total fucking dweeb ("that should be our motto! who cares!"), and he fucking LIKED HIM.

and hey, what was that thing that Buck said about love in season 4-5 (iirc) "when you're at your worst, and they're at their worst, and you still want to make it work"? yeah. that is why bucktommy should get back together.

as for how? I don't have any theories yet. who knows, something might come to me later.

[rainydayathogwarts]

a certain malfoy - bill weasley x malfoy!reader

summary: charlie can't wait to tell his mother about bill's encounter with you, and she reflects on you and bill's relationship when you were still students at hogwarts. wc: 1.6k+ pt.2 to "malfoy" "weasley"

Molly Weasley had been so busy worrying about her children and their friends after the Quidditch World Cup, that no one had even mentioned Bill’s romantic detour to their mother. Charlie Weasley, his older brother’s biggest pain in the ass, only mentioned it at breakfast one morning while Bill Weasley was still upstairs, barely awake.

With a mouth full of pancake, Charlie’s head snapped up, and he started chewing quicker so he could finally tell his mother “Mum, you won’t ever guess what happened to Bill at the cup!” Ginny almost laughed as a look of terror overtook the Weasley mother’s face, but Charlie shook his head as she asked “Is there an injury I’m not aware of?”

“No, no! Well, unless you consider hickeys injuries.” Ginny glanced to the side, lips quirking upwards as the twins cackled at Charlie’s comment. Molly flicked a kitchen towel towards her son as a threat, mumbling “Be nice. Wait! What did you say!?” Charlie wiped the corners of his mouth, enthralled in the attention the entire table was paying him.

“Bill had a little encounter with a certain Malfoy.” Ginny furrowed her eyebrows at her mother's gasp. It was award-winning. But Ginny didn't know what was so special about this certain Malfoy. Clearly, you'd slept with her oldest brother at the Quidditch world cup, but the history between you was a mystery to her. “They got together again!?” She whisper yelled, leaning in closer to Charlie. Ginny choked on her pancake. Again? Charlie nodded. “They were leaving the tent when we were going in. You should’ve seen the sight of them. It was like the old days.”

Ginny waited for her mother to reveal this new information, but it never came. Molly shook her head, a small smile on her lips as she remembered the days when you and Bill were unofficially dating, so much love and lust shared between you. Bill would come back home from ‘hang-outs’ with you, hickeys poorly concealed under his creased shirt, hair looking as though he had walked through a tornado. His lips would always be a darker shade of pink from the lipstick you wore that had stained his lips.

Charlie would tease Bill endlessly in front of their parents, who tried making up as many lies and excuses as he could to hide the fact that he had been having sex with someone. He never succeeded in convincing anyone. But neither Ginny or Ron knew this about their brother, shooting each other a confused look from across the table.

“Wait, so were they dating?” Asked Ron, words muffled as he chewed on a muffin. Ginny was grateful he asked before she would have to. “Oh yeah,” Started George, taking a sip of his juice. “For years.”

“Years!?” Ginny spat, feeling her eyes going wide with shock, bulging out of her face.

“Oh George, don’t spread rumours. No, sweetheart, they were never officially dating. But the signs were there. She came around often, and, well, a mother knows the signs.” Ginny's attention was caught by Harry's chuckle from where he sat next to Ron, shooting Hermione a pointed look. She turned red under his gaze. For some reason, Ginny turned red too. Her mother definitely knew about her crush on him, then.

Everyone’s heads snapped towards the stairs, where Bill’s loud footsteps were approaching. He was fixing the collar of his shirt to poke out of the top of his v-neck jumper he wore. “Does this look fine?” He panted, doing a spin in the dark jeans he wore, keeping his eyes trained on his family as he pulled his long coat over his outfit. Ginny grinned widely, putting her fork down and crossing her arms over her chest. Finally, she wouldn't be the one bugged by her brothers on relationship details.

“Where are you going dressed like that Billy boy?” Asked Charlie teasingly, leaning back in his chair. “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, and Ginny watched as he rushed to press a kiss on his mother’s cheek, then towards her. Ginny smiled proudly. “Have something to eat before you go, Bill.” Molly advised, a twinkle in her eye. She opted against adding ‘you’ll need the energy’.

She decided on acting clueless.

“I have breakfast plans.” He spoke, making it a point not to look at Charlie or the twins. Ginny scoffed, rolling her eyes, and she saw Bill's ears turn red when his eyes reached her. He looked away, meeting the knowing glances from his youngest brother and his friends. “And with whom might these plans be?” Pressed Ginny, finally speaking up. Bill groaned, looking at her in betrayal, turning around to face his mum again, but the question was answered for him.

The doorbell rang.

Bill’s eyes widened, and he rushed to the door, racing the three brothers who instantly hopped out of their chairs. Ginny's gaze followed the action, and she laughed quietly. Bill cursed Charlie for getting there first, swinging the door open. You stood with a bouquet of pink tulips in your hands, looking as classy as ever, and coincidentally, perfectly matching with Bill’s outfit. Ginny swallowed thickly. You were absolutely gorgeous. More so than on the night of the world cup. Perhaps it was because you weren't prancing around with your blood purist parents.

Charlie said your name slowly, leaning on the doorway. “Move out the way, Charlie!” Bill grumbled, pushing his younger brother aside. “You didn’t have to come.” He whispered, looking you up and down. God, you were beautiful.

“I know, but I wanted to give these to your mother.”

“My mo-no, it’s fine, we can-”

“Don’t be rude!” You scolded as you pushed past him and his three brothers. Ginny giggled, and her cheeks flushed as your eyes flitted over to hers briefly, a kind smile on your face.

“Have you even seen her since I’ve left?” You spun on your heels to look at the oldest Weasley, giving him your sassiest expression, eyebrows raised, an unimpressed gleam in your eyes. Your lips twitched up into a smirk.

“I had a conversation with her in a bookstore once, William. And it was lovely.”

You smiled a perfect grin when you turned back around, walking into the house and beelining straight to Mrs. Weasley, who was already making her way across the dining room to give you a big hug. “Oh, dear! It’s lovely to see you again!”

“You too, Molly. I remember you saying you liked tulips when we went to the farmer’s market together.” Ginny furrowed her eyebrows, picking up her fork again. She thought you hadn't seen Bill in years. But she had seen Bill’s eyes widen, so she assumed it was the case. You remembered that detail from when you went to the farmer’s market together in seventh year, Bill thought?

Ginny shot Ron an incredulous stare, and he returned it with a shrug of his shoulders, looking just as taken aback as her. Their mother never asked anyone to call her Molly, so the fact that you did was insane. How did you get her to like you so much?

“Have something to eat, dear.” Molly urged, gesturing to the table. “I’d love to, but Bill and I are having breakfast together.” Molly hummed, leaning on the wall. As you spun around, walking back towards Bill, the woman called your name. Your head snapped towards her, and you looked at her expectantly. Ginny's eyes travelled between the two women in the room, waiting for something to happen. “When Bill comes back home, I better not hear any of the ‘we’re just friends’ excuses, okay?”

And for the first time since they’d laid their eyes on you, Ginny Ron, Harry and Hermione all witnessed the embarrassed look on your face, mouth agape in shock at Mrs. Weasley’s words, blinking rapidly. Ron laughed and Ginny joined in, watching as Bill shot his mum a look, guiding you out the door by your shoulders. Ginny slumped down when the door had shut behind you, wanting to see more. On the other side of the wooden door, you cleared your throat uncomfortably. “I think that’s what we get for trying to be secretive before, huh?” Bill chuckled at your words, offering his hand for you to hold. You snaked your fingers into his, staring at where your skin touched.

“Yeah, maybe we can try again the proper way.”

“What, by having sex after seeing each other for the first time in, what, seven years?”

“No, by not trying to hide our relationship.”

“Let’s go on this ‘not-date’ before deciding if there is a relationship to begin with.”

“I’m moving back to England!” Bill’s words took you aback, and you froze on the Weasleys’ doorstep. The reason you two had broken up to begin with was because you knew long-distance would never work with you.

“You know, after this date, we can decide if we want to go on another one. And try again.” You swallowed thickly, pulling Bill closer to you by his jumper. Bill leaned down closer, connecting his lips to yours. You sighed in satisfaction, not letting him deepen the kiss before you pulled away.

“Well, my father will still never approve of you.”

Bill grinned. “What would our relationship even be if he did?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement. “Whatever, Weasley. Take me to breakfast, you’ll need the energy to keep up with me when we go shopping.” Bill’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He had a brief flashback to a Hogsmeade trip in your last year at Hogwarts, when he had insisted for you to go with him instead of your friends. He promised he wouldn’t complain and would go into every store you wanted.

His feet were wrecked by the end of the trip.

“Shopping?” He echoed in horror.

You shrugged your shoulders. “And if you’re good, I might just take you back to mine. You’ll need energy for that too.”

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[erwinsvow]

What about reader being Langdon’s sister 👀 she’s so different to her older brother, sweet and quiet and doesn’t show off, Langdon is definitely the protective type as well, can imagine if we had seen them interact more Abbot and Langdon would butt heads frequently

ooooo i like this a lot. as always its langdons adopted sister dont forget it folks. hmm you’re cooking because it would be really funny if everyone was expecting langdon 2.0. little langdon!!!! like little grey. and maybe you’re very different from him so it’s even funnier. if someone asks for langdon they have to clarify which one. if they say ‘the nice one’ they mean you!! i think it’d be funny to see them bickering over patient care like siblings fighting over a toy. your langdon-ness really comes out when you’re arguing with frank over course of action but disappears with virtually everyone else though they know it’s inside of you (like when a patient is rude and you say something biting without thinking twice about it or when it comes to defending your favorite attending because your brother is a dumbass. guess who, by the way.) because they put you on night float after the first few months because everyone’s gotta suck it up and try it at least once. you didn’t even expect yourself to like it as much as you do, though you know why you do. in a sea of a hundred people in day shift telling you you’re nothing like frank, jack stops you after your first night shift and tells you he sees a lot of your brother in you. and you’re confused but it’s seven am so you go home and think about what he meant the entire day. ask for an explanation the next day—you know robby likes your brother but you’ve never heard anything about jack getting along with him (makes sense. your brother is such a nuisance. you don’t know how mel puts up with him all day.) and then jack says something about how you both have great instincts and quick hands and when you jump headfirst into a trauma and say you’ve got a spidey sense about something he sees frank in you back when he was a first year on night float with jack. and your response is you think i have great instincts? and so he kind of laughs and you kind of stick to night shift long after you should have begged to be pulled off. and oh ho, boy is your brother mad when he finds out you two are dating. even besides the age difference which is appalling to him (though he watched heather and robby go nuts for each other for six months their first year and did nothing but encourage heather to go for it) he’s your boss!!! he’s your attending!! it’s a conflict of interest (like him dating a co-resident isn’t when he’s about to be an attending next year.) and suddenly frank goes from arguing with you at every turn to very seriously defending you and having a stern conversation with jack about his intentions and eventually cracks and yells at him—by the way, jack is still his attending, he’s still a fourth year—and yells something like you can’t date my sister! and then something else about you’re twice her age and she’s a first year and i don’t care about robby and collins and this is not the same thing and- jack listens very patiently, and then looks around at the dozen people who overheard the conversation, pats frank on the shoulder, and walks away. and when you find out what happened is the first time everyone in the day shift saw just how much like frank you could really be

[lovelytsunoda]

Cruel Summer | Alex Albon

Summary: Despite knowing Alex is leaving at the end of the summer, YN can’t help but wonder if there’s the possibility of a future with him.

Pairing: Alex Albon x female!Townie!Reader

Warnings: Not as much dialogue as I usually have lol and a few small mentions of sex. Reader is a dreamer and a realist at the same time.

There were two types of people in Stacey's Point. Townies, who kept the town running year round, often born and raised on the sandy shores and sprawling parkland, and Tourists, who popped in for a few months over the summer, spread their well-earned cash sparingly on the town, and then vanished again once the weather got cold. Townies and Tourists alike seemed to relish in playing mind games with each other, and more than one Townie girl or guy had notches in their bedposts for all the Tourists they'd charmed.

The differences between the two sects had never felt as strong as it did than when YN parked her dated Toyota Rav4 next to Alex's Volvo SUV. A rental, obviously. No local would be able to own one, and nobody with an accent as attractive as his lived within driving distance.

They'd met on a fishing charter. YN's father owned the company running tours around the bay that surrounded to Point. Over the summers she worked there as a tour guide in the busy season, and fishing admin in the fall. In the winter she went to school, taking online courses to get a diploma in office admin. She loved her home, and didn't want to leave the Point, but if job prospects didn't start to get better, she likely wouldn't have a choice.

Some days, she dreamed about leaving with Alex. About getting into the passenger seat of his Volvo and driving until the lighthouse that made the Point oh so picturesque was merely a speck in the distance. Think of all the places she could go: Calgary, New York, Boston, Newfoundland. The possibilities were endless.

The key to the vacation rental was weighty in her hand. Alex had given her a key. She’s never had a key to a man’s house before. Usually when she hooked up with tourists, she was eager to see them leave. This time, she allowed her mind to wander.

She thought about the mornings she spent waking up in Alex’s bed before she had to go to work, or about how the best sex she’d ever had happened in between fits of joyous laughter after they had watched American Pie together.

She faintly wondered if he’d stay. Give up his life of riches and fame and wonder and settle down for a modest existence in one of the most beautiful places in the world.

A modest existence with her.

The key slid into the lock without resistance, almost the same way he fell into her every night without fail, taking her higher than she had ever felt with anybody else, and then cooking with her the following morning before she went to work, picking her up in his Volvo to go to a ritzy place she could never afford on her own for lunch.

He was cooking when she went inside, the radio playing an old Take That song. He like Robbie Williams and she liked Jon Bon Jovi, yet somehow they both knew the words to the same songs. There was a wok on the stove, and the kitchen smelled like Thai curry seasoning and chicken. It was a rich and flavourful meal, one that she knew Alex had learned just for her.

She didn’t want to disturb him, quietly placing her things on the long dining room table, stomach pooling with both content and dread as she watched him work.

This time next week, Alex Albon would be gone. Racing cars halfway across the world, surrounded by girls that were prettier than her, smarter than her, richer than her. Someone who could match his sparkling personality much better than she could.

He caught her movement out of the corner of his eye, looking up at her from the stove. His face broke out into a broad smile as he said “Hey, gorgeous.”

He crossed the kitchen, beaming as he pulled her in for a kiss. She allowed him to take her into his strong, reliable arms and inhaled his teakwood cologne, she tried to push away the inevitable ache that she would feel when he left.

“Hey, handsome.” She sighed, kissing him again, and then a third time for good measure. “Food smells good.”

“Want to give me a hand? I wanted it to be ready for when you got here, but clearly that was wishful thinking.”

“It wasn’t. I finished work early and snuck out the back door.”

”Do you know how to make rice?” Alex asked, passing her the bag of rice grains. The writing on the bag was in Thai, making it abundantly clear that he had left the Point to pick his ingredients. As much as she loved her home, she could admit that the seaside town could try a little harder when it came to diversity.

“Of course I know how to make rice. It’s about the only thing I can make.”

They cooked well together, even if Alex did most of the work. They sang the same songs, pulled all the same dance moves. It didn't matter that his hair was perfectly groomed an gelled while hers smelled like saltwater and sun, or that he smelled like cologne while she smelled like the worst parts of nature (she planned on stealing all of his Old Spice in the shower).

Right now, right here, in the kitchen of this vacation rental she would never be able to afford in a million years, they were just two regular people.

She had never been this comfortable with another person before, which is why she knew it would hurt so much when he left. She wished she could have forever with him, if not just the next six months.

But sometimes you can't have forever. Or six months. Sometimes, all you get is now and that has to be enough.

[acaibcwl]

💭 thinkin’ ‘bout how travis strongly disliked you, and the other yellowjackets. although his dad was shitty, and obviously strongly disliked him—he was still his father at the end of the day. and if the yellowjackets didn’t win, the plane crash wouldn’t have happened. yet you all had to pull a lucky one and win.

yet the closer he got with you, the more he started to realize he liked you. in a friendly kinda manner, y’know. not in a let’s date kind of manner (he didn’t think so, anyways). you were more so trauma bonded over the fact both your father’s were dead and the fact they were shitty dad’s to begin with. yes there was no lie the top of you got off on the wrong foot when travis wielded a shotgun and you thought it would be wise to call him flex. how, how he strongly disliked that name.

which the hole ordeal ended with the gun in your face, and travis big and angry telling him not to call him that. the only reason he grew close to you in the first place was because you two were the only to people who could shoot and keep the coin on the gun. so you were hunting partners, as simple as that, nothing else to it. then when he told you about receiving his granddad’s ring on his shitty, buried father, you waited for him. and stepped in when he couldn’t go on anymore, throwing up. which only grew the strengthening your growing relationship with him in the first place.

then it came to passing cigarettes back and forth to each other once you were able to sneak away from the group, under the confinement under two metal like tarps. travis had the ring slipped over his finger, passing the cigarette too you as he muttered about the fact his dad was a shitty person and such, leaving you muttering back, “no matter how shitty they are, it still hurts when they leave.” before inhaling the smoke of the cigarette, with a hint of nonchalantness ringing in your tone.

“yeah.” he muttered softly back to you as he watched you blow out the smoke. back at home; you were known as the burnout and travis was known as flex. you never really understood why he was called flex, but it was probably to undermine him in some way, but what’s it matter anymore. stranded in god knows where.

[theshiniestgemstone]

would you do almost like a part two (2) to that request you got for the reader not having any family so jesse walks her down the aisle instead?

I was thinking that the reader is giving birth to ruthie, but the only person around to take her to the hospital is jesse. maybe the baby is like a month early and gideon is a few hours away at some important church thing and amber is out as well, so jesse gets a call from the reader asking for help and he’s like “I thought I was finished taking women to the hospital to give birth!”

I'm so soft for Jesse having a soft spot for his daughter in law fr.

Read the wedding fic here and about what I think their relationship is like here!! <3

Jesse can't even remember the last time he had the entire house to himself.

Pontius left after lunch, half-heartedly muttering that he'd be back in a few hours, only to send a text that he'd be home in the morning. Amber and Abraham were on the other side of the state at a wrestling competition for the littlest Gemstone. You and Gideon had long since moved out, one step closer to your own family. Gideon was off in Phoenix at a conference, taking up a few main slots to talk about the Lord to ministers nationwide. Jesse had been in his shoes once and trusted him enough. Still, Eli and Kelvin joined him.

Amber had your due date circled on the calendar since you announced your pregnancy. The family was ecstatic at the beginning of a new generation. Eli even sat Jesse down just like he did when they found out Amber was pregnant with Gideon, only this time he shared grandfatherly advice, mostly just reminders that Gideon would need him most now with a little one on the way. A guide to help him transition into fatherhood, reminders that it's not about him or even his wife anymore.

Jesse's eyes lingered on the due date just about a month away. He and Amber were going to help out for the first few weeks, taking care of laundry and dishes. They hadn't run it past you or Gideon, but Eli and Aimee Leigh had done it for them when Gideon was a newborn and they were going to carry on the tradition. He finished his late night sandwich, the one Amber never let him enjoy because if there was one thing she hated it was crumbs.

He settled into his side of the bed, turned on The Godfather and cleared his throat to begin his best Marlon Brando Impression.

"That I cannot do." Jesse scratched his chin. "We've known each other many years and this is the first time you came to me for counsel. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is the godmother of your on-"

He jumped at the sound of the doorbell, cutting him off in the middle of his favorite monologue. He set his plate to the side and reached for the gun he kept in the nightstand. He tucked it into his pocket before making his way down the hall carefully. "Who the hell-"

The doorbell rang again, followed by insistent knocking. He peeked through the little window, spotting you on the doorstep. He ripped the door open.

"What-"

You were shiny in the moonlight, legs trembling. "I need you to drive me. My water broke."

"What?" Jesse asked, already reaching for his keys. "How did that happen?"

You groaned lowly, gripping the railing on the stairs. "This isn't really time for stories," you breathed out.

"Just let me get my wall-"

"NOW!" You shouted. "Or I'm driving that damned golf cart myself."

Jesse's face dropped, following behind you. One hand held yours as he helped you waddle down the stairs and to the car. You held onto him as you sat down.

"Don't you need bags or somethin'?" He started to ask.

"Jesse, I will pop your grandbaby out in this seat right fucking now," you seethed.

He rushed around to the other side of the car. He drove as calmly as he could, silent and focused on the road.

"Nothing else to say?" You said. "I'm sorry for snappin' at you."

Jesse chuckled, speeding through a yellow light. "I thought I was done driving women to have babies. I've been through this three times. I know when it's time to keep my mouth shut."

You sucked in a breath, gripping the side of the seat during another wave of pain. "I should go into labor more often then." You relaxed, running a hand over your bump. "Still, I'm sorry."

"This ain't nothin'. Amber threw a shoe at me when she was pregnant with Gideon."

"Really?"

"We were young," he said, smiling at the memory. "Had a black eye for weeks. She threw up on me twice with Pontius. With Abraham... you know, that one was the easiest. An hour tops. Just think that you're doin' this shit backwards."

You shook your head. "No fucking chance I'm doing this again."

He laughed at that one, a soft ha as he turned into the parking lot of the hospital. "I'll leave you at the door, park the car, call Gideon on my way in. Then I'll be right by your side until Gideon gets here, okay?"

You felt the tears in your eyes as you opened the door. "Thank you, Jesse."

"Anytime, sweetheart. Now go."

You smiled sheepishly. "I can't stand up."

"Damn this low car," he muttered. He unbuckled himself to round the car to help you stand. He gave you a quick hug, sending you off with a pat on the back. "I'll be right there. You've got this."

Jesse didn't lie when he said he'd stay there until Gideon could make it. He stood on the other side of the curtain when the doctor first checked your dilation. He brought you ice chips and called Gideon every ten minutes, texting him each update.

"Boy must be gettin' his beauty sleep," he joked when Gideon missed the fifteenth phone call.

Even when Amber and Abraham arrived, blinking with fatigue and still in their pajamas, a medal slung around Abraham's neck, Jesse stayed. When it came time to push, Amber stood on your left, Jesse on your right. Gideon was on his way, still stuck on a plane.

Ruthie was born, wailing loudly as the nurses carried her over to the examination table. He wiped his tears as he and Amber stood beside you until they brought over the swaddled newborn. Jesse gasped softly as you ran a gentle finger over her chin.

"She looks like Gideon."

Amber blinked back tears. "She does. So much."

You cried for a while, holding your daughter close as the nurses poked and prodded at both of you. Jesse still didn’t leave. Not when the nurse checked your blood pressure, not when Amber stepped out to call Gideon, not even when the lights dimmed and the room fell into that strange, quiet hum hospitals settle into at the tail end of miracles.

He stayed in the chair next to your bed, elbows on his knees, watching you rock the tiny bundle in your arms as though you’d been doing it for years instead of minutes.

You glanced over and caught his eye. “She’s so small.”

He smiled gently, resting his hand on the foot of the bed. “They come that way. Then they grow teeth and start demanding juice boxes and their own Spotify accounts.”

“She has a dimple,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over her cheek. “Just one.”

“Gideon’s got one too,” Jesse said. “Shows up every time he lies.”

You smiled down at Ruthie. "Got you figured out already." You looked at him. "Would you like to hold her?"

Jesse pretended to think about it. "I think Gideon should be the first to hold her."

It was fifteen minutes later when Gideon burst through the door, wild-eyed and breathless, still in a wrinkled hoodie and carrying his carry-on bag over one shoulder. He stopped dead when he saw you, then Jesse, then the baby in your arms.

You smiled sleepily. “You’re late.”

Gideon didn’t answer. He just crossed the room, kissed your forehead, and looked down at Jesse.

“You wanna hold your daughter?” Jesse asked, voice hoarse.

Gideon nodded, hands trembling slightly as you passed the tiny bundle over.

“She looks like you,” Jesse said again, and stepped back to give them space.

And just like that, the baton passed.

lil bonus because i can't help myself

Jesse thumbed through the mail he hadn't checked in days. Bills, coupons, and credit card advertisements. He paused on the cream colored envelope. He opened it with one finger, eyes skimming the card inside.

There, printed on soft cream cardstock, was a photo of Ruthie. She was swaddled in a sage green blanket, eyes barely cracked open, a faint smile curling her lips like she already knew something the rest of the world didn’t. Her tiny fist peeked out from under the wrap, knuckles dimply and delicate. Her lips pursed like Gideon's, a wrinkle over her brow just like yours.

Below the photo, in delicate gold script, it read:

Ruthie Leigh Jessie Gemstone Born 6lbs 12 oz | 19.5 inches Welcomed with love by Gideon & Y/N

Jesse blinked once. Then again.

He read her full name a second time.

Then a third.

A slow breath left him as his chest tightened, not in pain, but in something far softer, deeper. He didn’t say a word when Amber asked what he was looking at, just quietly stood up, walked to his home office, and slipped the announcement into a silver frame. He placed it just behind his desk, beside an old photo of his kids as toddlers, right where he could see it every day.

[toasttt11]

aftermath

February 11, 2025

Mary was standing in the kitchen starring at the counter looking so sad, Ryan was leaning against the counter looking just as sad as Gabe was making them breakfast giving them glances, he didn’t know how to help them.

Mary just wanted to see Will so they could talk about this, she is supposed to have the whole day with Will and Grace today so hopefully they can fix this.

Will has ignored the hundred of messages she has sent him since last night and he didn’t answer any of her calls, he ignored all of Ryan’s messages and calls as well.

Mary felt her phone buzz and she looked down seeing Grace had responded to her about what time they would go see Will and she picked her phone and Mary froze seeing the text.

favorite sister 🫶🏻🩷

will left early for arizona

didn’t he tell you?

Mary’s phone clattered to the counter her eyes filling with tears.

“M?” Gabe called out concerned as Ryan pushed off the counter slowly walking over to her.

“He left.” Mary’s voice cracked making Ryan and Gabe share a look.

“Who left?” Gabe slowly asked feeling dread if it’s who he thought it was.

Mary looked up her jaw wobbling, “Will.”

Ryan scoffed to himself his face looking devastated for Mary but also for himself, he shook his head rubbing his jaw. Ryan stepped closer to Mary and slowly reached out grabbing her hand.

“We were supposed to have together, he promised.” Mary’s voice broke and she looked away wiping her eye. Will has never broken a promise before, he has never ignored her calls or messages and he has never been mad at her or mean to her before.

Gabe but his lip feeling angry and protective at the way Will was taking this and already Mary and Ryan both don’t deserve the way Will is treating them.

Mary rubbed her face and Ryan pulled her into a tight hug that they both desperately needed as Gabe walked over and gently rubbed Mary’s back and rested his other hand on Ryan’s shoulder.

“Grace can’t know.” Mary mumbled out through her soft sniffles trying to not start sobbing again.

Ryan and Gabe shared a look not liking that.

Mary looked up from Ryan’s chest, “Please she doesn’t need to be in the middle of this.” She didn’t think it would be fair for Grace to be stuck in between what ever is happening with her and Will.

Gabe frowned, Grace should know and smack some sense into Will. He knows how angry Grace is gonna end up being over Will’s actions and the way he is reacting to this. Will has a right to be mad that he didn’t know about Mary’s and Ryan’s relationship but he does not have a right to be reacting this angry and being so hurtful already.

“Okay.” Ryan agreed he didn’t like it but at the end of the day it is Mary choices.

“He’s never gonna forgive me.” Mary spoke softly and she couldn’t hold back her cry’s anymore and just cried against Ryan’s chest soaking his shirt with tears.
Ryan clenched his jaw emotionally over this but hearing Mary so heartbroken just made it even worse.

Ryan gave Gabe a soft nod and slowly brought Mary to her room and made her laid down and she rested her good ear on her his chest, he knew how crying a lot can irritate her ear and she doesn’t need that right now too.

Ryan let out a few stray tears as they cuddled with each other.

Gabe wasn’t surprised to hear a knock on the door a couple hours later and saw James, Teddy, Cole and Hutson.

“Is she okay?” James immediately asked as Gabe let them in.

“Is Ryan okay too?” Hutson asked with a frown.

Cole, Hutson and Teddy didn’t know exactly what happened last night only that Will was angry at Mary and Ryan and left quickly. Then they all saw Will’s story of landing in Arizona and were worried knowing Mary, Grace and Will were supposed to be together today.

Gabe slowly shook his head no.

“What happened?” Cole asked looking serious.

“Will found out about them dating and he was furious, saying things he shouldn’t have been saying.” Gabe explained to them, “And he changed his flight leaving this morning and he didn’t tell Mary she found out from Grace.”

“He just left?” Teddy said annoyed feeling protective of his best friend and Ryan too.

“He’s angry.” Gabe said with a wry shrug, it didn’t make how Will reacted correct but it explained why he is acting the way he did.

Cole scoffed a bit shaking his head annoyed for how Will is acting, Will could be furious if he wanted but if he opened his eyes he would have seen the signs, since Cole has known Mary and Ryan they have never hid their feelings for each other ever and acted like a couple for years before they got together. Will spent the most time with them and if he didn’t know the obvious that’s on him, Ryan and Mary didn’t hide anything besides not kissing in front of Will and Will still could not figure it out.

James frowned shaking his head, this is gonna hurt Mary and Ryan but Mary especially and he hopes Will figures everything out sooner than later.

Hutson looked sad knowing how much Mary and Ryan both just adore Will and it’s been the three of them since they were all little so obviously Ryan, Mary and Will’s friendship has always been the closest one. It just baffled Cole how Will never realized, Mary and Ryan never hide their affections and so many friends, teammates and even Grace has joked to Will about Mary and Ryan and it never clicked for him?

Gabe sighed he hoped this doesn’t get any worse.

February 13, 2025

Mary slowly walked into the apartment tossing her phone in her bag after seeing Will not responding again. He has now turned off his read receipts.

It’s been three days and Will has not responded to one text or call from Ryan or Mary.

Mary knew he was ignoring them as she saw Grace get a text from Will. It hurt a lot, Will may have been talking to her less lately because he’s been distracted but to suddenly go to not speaking to Will at all hurt. It’s the longest she has even went in her life not speaking to Will.

She knew how hard this was on Ryan, he’s been more grumpy than usually, more snappy on the ice and frustrated about anything at practice. It sensed he is snapping at anyone who isn’t Mary.

It was her fault. If she just kept her feelings to herself none of this would have happened, Will wouldn’t be mad and Ryan would still have his best friend.

She would understand if Ryan wanted to break up for his friendship with Will.

Mary set her bag in her room and headed down the hallway knocked on the door of Ryan’s room and peeked in seeing Ryan laying on his bed.

“Hi baby.” Ryan smiled the tiniest bit, the only time he has smiled lately has been because of Mary.

He got up off his bed and walked over to her leaning down to kiss her and she turned her head so he kissed her cheek, his brows furrowed confused.

“We should talk.” Mary mumbled out avoiding his eyes.

Ryan frowned not liking those words coming from her.

“We should break up.” Mary slowly got out, the words hurt to even say, she waited years for Ryan but now it felt it had to be done. Maybe if they aren’t together Will might forgive them.

Ryan’s heart stopped and he felt his stomach drop, “What?” Ryan uttered out looking at her with the saddest expression.

“It’s my fault Will is ignoring you and he’s your best friend and i’m messing that all up.” Mary fiddled with her bracelets avoiding looking at Ryan because she couldn’t look at the sad expression she knows is on his face.

Ryan immediately realized Mary didn’t want to break up rather she thinks this is all her fault, “Your my best friend.” Ryan said simply stepping closer to her and gently put his hand under her chin.

“Look at me Baby.” Ryan gently lifted her chin, “We are not breaking up because of this. It is not our fault for the way Will chooses to continue to react.”

“But it’s my fault that this is happening and-”Mary tried to protest to protest and Ryan softly shushed her.

“No. We are not breaking up.” Ryan told her firmly, He cupped her face looking at her seriously, “I love you Mary and i don’t care if the entire world doesn’t approve of our relationship i am not giving up on you or us ever.”

Mary pursued her lips and softly mumbled back, “I love you too.”

“There’s my girl.” Ryan started to smile and softly brushed his thumb over her cheekbone.

Mary managed a weak smile.

“It is not your fault, yes we could have told Will earlier but we both wanted to tell him in person and we did not have many chances, He’s hurt and angry but that does not mean this is your fault Honey.” Ryan softly spoke to her in a reassuring and soothingly tone.

Mary slowly nodded fiddling with the bottom of Ryan’s shirt and she leaned forward burrowing her face in his chest making Ryan sigh relieved and wrap his arms around her tightly.

Ryan pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, he was never letting go of Mary not because of this and it’s starting to annoy him how Will is acting and ghosting him.

February 14, 2025

Mary rubbed her eyes as she turned over and frowned seeing Ryan not in bed but the spot was still warm.

She glanced up seeing Ryan walking into her room holding a tray and a bouquet of purple wildflowers.

Ryan gave her a smile as he sat down on the bed setting the tray down and leaned over brushing his hand through her hair and gave her a kiss, “Happy Valentine’s Day Sweetheart.”

Mary gives him the biggest smile she has had in days, she’s never celebrated Valentine’s day romantic before and Ryan had asked her to be his Valentine last week.

“Happy Valentine’s day Love.” Mary mumbled one second against his lisp before she quickly got out of bed and went into her closest grabbing two things and came back out.

Ryan smiled softly seeing her holding a bouquet of blue flowers with one purple flowers in the middle and a box.

She set the things on the nightstand before getting back into bed and curling into Ryan’s side.

She saw her favorite caramel pancakes and ice coffee, “Thank you.” She mumbled softly.

Ryan hummed in reply kissing the top of her head, “You can open it.” He notified her eyes on the little black box with a purple ribbon.

Mary softly opened the box and gasped softly seeing a very dainty pair of dangling earrings with purple crystals, they were small enough she could wear them everyday and not take them off for hockey, “Ry they are beautiful.” She softly picked up one of the earrings.

“Just like you.” Ryan mumbled against her cheek kissing her there softly and felt her start blushing.

Ryan pushed her hair back and helped her put in her earrings and smiled lovingly and pressed a kiss to the top of her nose.

They were heading to a fancy lunch for Valentine’s day as they have a game tonight. They both have had a couple of hard days the last few days but their day together on Valentine’s day made them both happy and feel better for the first time since the Beanpot.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

What would the dreamscapers equivalent be like in your relativity falls au?. Also who are the Pacifica and Gideon equivalents for the Stans?

OK, first, lets start with who i've already decided swaps with who.

Stan & Dipper, Ford & Mabel, Soos & Melody, Dan & Wendy, Grenada & Emma-May, Fiddleford & Candy, Bill & Jeff.

The background characters swap around with each other in ways i won't actually think about until I get around to writing.

So lets focus on Gideon and Pacifica. The main thing about my relativity au is to swap it in such a way that it makes sense for the characters personalities and interests, so 'Pacifica' has to swap with someone who'd clash with Ford, then move on and sort of get along with Stan. My first thought is Carla, she's the daughter of the towns founders, the McCorckle's, and she beefs with Ford over winning competitions in town. Before he showed up she got gold across the board, but now she has actual competition and she (being a spoiled only child here) hates it. Stan and her would start to get along after she makes some kind of statement about not caring about Fords fingers, as her beef with him far transcends the physical plane and their flesh forms. Which is weird, but Stan finds touching, in his own way.

Now Gideon needs to swap with someone as well, with someone who's in 'love' with Ford and hates Stan about it. Hard to do with the limited cast we have who've interacted with Ford. My first immediate thought is Bill, who've we've already swapped with Jeff. We could go a double route where he starts as a background villain then grows into a larger one as the 'series' goes on, but we can do better than that. We could go Bud and make him obsessed with Ford, but i think its far funnier if adult Gideon has beef with friendly old man Dipper for his 'spurned' advances when they were younger, and his son's just. there. No idea-

Actually i've been struck with inspiration. Gideon swaps with Shandra Jimenez, the news reporter. Gideon is now the news reporter, who's a nice young man except for whenever he's covering news that has to do with the Craft Cabin, which makes him grit his teeth and seethe with rage for reasons no one knows until Dipper saves the town from Shandra, and he admits on camera that he had a crush on Dipper for years and felt slighted by his spurned advances. Dipper, who at this point would have already been impersonating Mabel when they met, is struck silent with the admission, and Gideon moves on, never bringing it up again.

Shandra Jimenez, our new Gideon, is a talented performer of some type or another, maybe future sight like Gideon, or maybe leaning more towards 'reading fortunes'. Maybe something close to a circus, and she's the ring master? Don't know yet, but Ford and Stan go to see her show. Stan spends the time laughing at it, while Ford rolls his eyes and analyzes everything about what she's doing, taking notes (as he does), which catches her eye. Instead of being charmed by his 'whimsy' (like Gideon is with mabel) she admires Fords enthusiasm and drive to look for the truth. She falls in love with him (she's nine), puts him into social situations that confuse him and gets him to date her, as he has no idea what he's agreeing to until its already happened. Stan goes to rescue Ford by impersonating him and breaking them up, but she sees through him (counts the fingers) and calls him out on it. Shenanigans ensue.

Now how would dreamscapers go? Its already been established that Jeff doesnt have dream or possession powers, so when Shandra summons him its like, the full moon, and his astral form is at its most powerful. He still looks like a gnome. (very important that Bill and Jeff still look the same, Bill just has 0 powers, and Jeff has them instead). The arch is still being built in the basement of the Cabin, and Shandra wants the books because they're the ultimate black mail to use on the creatures of the forest (mabye it is a circus, but using blackmailed workers from Scrapbook 2). She needs the deed, but only Dipper has the code (maybe he goes by May here, and Mabel would go by Bell, while Stan goes by Stanley and Ford goes by Sixer. Undecided at this time).

SO instead of Dreamscapers, its..... ! Some witty title that combines the word's fog/illusion/caper or some such. Jeffs filled the Cabin with mystical fog that creates illusions for Dipper to get him to give the code up, and he's wandering around mumbling to himself about it. The Stans (and Melody) have to use high spec goggles (instead of a spell) to see what Dipper sees, and try to disrupt the illusion so he can snap out of it, or find Jeff and figure out how to kick him out. Instead of seeing his memories, they listen to the illusions (who are people from his past) around them and hear Dippers own vague mumbles, and Stan comes to the conclusion that Dipper thinks hes a stupid loser who's got nothing going for him and wanders off to leave Dipper lost in the fog forever. Ford and Melody find Jeff and battle it out, while Dipper stumbles on Stan, and has an actual face to face talk about how Dipper was bullied too and sees himself in Stan, and that the illusions, while looking real, aren't and therefore can't hurt you. Stan uses his new illusion knowledge (and missing the fact that Dippers not mumbling) to go and blaze through Jeffs illusions and.. also Jeff. Because he's not real, so why are they even scared of him in the first place? They could have just tied Dipper up and gagged him and been fine?

Then Shandra comes in with a wrecking ball, stealing the deed and kicking them out.

also, decided just now, Susan & Robbie switch.

[leethepiper]

Lower Iacon: Dock 12a

Cycle 6/20 

Solar Cycle 58 of the 72nd Stellar Cycle of the 48,196th vorn of the reign of the Lord 13th

[Roughly 7 AM, Friday, February 27, 2014]

The 5th company of the 3rd Battalion (or as they liked to call themselves: Ironhide’s Favorites) was helping load up the space transport for their next mission. They were heading to Dakar IV, a moon of the planet Jaqom, in the Marne system. During The Cybertronian Great War, Dakar IV had been an Autobot base meant to defend the energon harvesting operations on Jaqom. However, after the planet had been bombed to the pit, the moon base was left abandoned. Despite this, the place should be in good condition; the automatic defense and security systems were still active, and it would be useful in the war against the quintessons because of its strategic placement. 

The 5th company’s (and Ironhide’s) job would be to secure the base, then launch an offensive on the quintesson patrols in that area to draw them away from another planet in the Marne system: New Altihex. It was a neutral cybertronian settlement where the quintessons had attacked and enslaved hundreds. Hopefully, the 5th company would be enough of a distraction for Elita’s battalion to slip in and evacuate as many people as possible. 

Before any of that though, the transport they were using to get to Dakar IV had to be stocked and prepared for the ride.

Technically, the task could be left to the dock crew that worked there, but a little hard labor never hurt anybody, and it wasn’t like such a thing was unusual for Ironhide. Depending on the mission, he usually had either the company leaving or one (or both) of his other two companies help load up. 

Each company was a group of five squads of ten mechs each, all answering to a warrant officer, who answered to Ironhide. So, in each company, there were 51 mechs. So, that day, there should have been 51 mechs at the docks, not including the dock crew, or Ironhide himself.  

Of course, there weren’t 51 total because of a few mechs who couldn’t make it for various reasons. One was sick and had been for a while, but had asked Ironhide personally to allow her a chance to recover before she was honorably discharged; two were at pre-mission medical appointments because of health issues that shouldn’t be severe enough to be a problem, but should still get double checked; and two were skipping for a date that Ironhide was pretending not to know about since he was sick of them photovoltaic pussy-peding around each other.

Along with those five, there were two that had been late. 

Bluestreak was usually very punctual, but apparently Sunstreaker had gotten them lost on the way to the docks despite having been to them several times, having left early, and having a built-in navigation system. And Ironhide wasn’t just assuming that either. No, he knew that all of the human pilots all had nav systems, and although they weren’t as good as most cybertronian nav systems, they also weren’t nearly as bad as Sunstreaker made them seem either.

Ironhide was absolutely certain that Elita didn’t have to put up with this slag from Sideswipe.

Despite being late, Sunstreaker and Bluestreak had gotten to work right away, and had made good headway on the supply crates that needed to end up on the ship they’d be taking to the next deployment.

At some point while they were doing so, Sunstreaker had started humming. Ironhide had heard him humming before, but Sunstreaker had never struck him to be the musical type despite that. (Jazz on the other hand was more musical than even any musician that Ironhide had ever met.) 

Most Cybertronians weren’t very musical, and Ironhide was no exception to this, but even he could recognise that it was a catchy melody. 

Apparently Bluestreak had thought the same after having listened to it for a while, and asked Sunsteaker what song it was.

While normally when something like this happened, (and it had happened before, Sunstreaker tended to hum, and Bluestreak was a naturally curious mech,) Sunstreaker would answer with a song name and maybe a singer, but this time, Sunstreaker responded by singing out loud instead.

“And he don't know, Oh! 

That I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little amped up four-wheel drive

Carved my designation into his animal-hide interior

I took a [Louisville] Slugger to both headlights

Slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats.”

Maybe Ironhide was wrong about Sunstreaker being musically inclined, since he did have a nice voice. Despite that, not even his singing could change just how downright brutal the lyrics to the song were.

Digging a key into someone’s side, carving their designation into the interior of the victim’s altmode, taking a bat to both of their headlights, and slashing holes in someone’s tires were all horrific descriptions of what could at least be counted as assault, if not torture, and especially for the given reason. Cheating, while it was a bad thing to do to any datemate, inamorata, or even conjunx, wasn’t a reason to torture someone.

Among everyone at the docks who had heard the lyrics, most turned to look at Sunstreaker in abject horror, and those that didn’t, turned to Ironhide to make sure that he had heard. 

Bluestreak spoke first, and said what they were all thinking.

“What the frag Sunstreaker?” 

Sunstreaker hadn’t paused from what he was doing to sing, but he did now to turn to Bluestreak. He scanned the docks with his visor like he was trying to figure out what was going on. That’s probably what he was doing too, since pilots had a tendency to say concerning shit, then not realise why it was so messed up.

“What?”

Bluestreak took a vent before explaining.

“Sunny, you just sung a song about violently torturing and assaulting someone because they cheated on their partner.”

Sunstreaker didn’t move for a second, then he burst into laughter. 

“Oh, god, oh, sweet carrier [Mary], that [fucking] got me, holy [shit] Blue.” 

Sunstreaker, despite having calmed down, was still shaking slightly, and helplessly giggling too. 

“...I forgot that y’all do that transforming thing.” He chuckled, like he was explaining a real good joke. 

“WHat does that mean?” Poor Bluestreak still sounded downright alarmed about the whole situation, which just seemed to make it funnier for Sunstreaker, who burst into another fit of giggles. 

“The singer,” Sunstreaker had to pause to chuckle for a moment before continuing, “is referencing property damage, not assault.” 

Ironhide went through the lyrics again, and realized most were referencing things that humans didn’t have on themselves. They didn’t have wheels or tires, or interiors, and while they did have lights, they didn’t have headlights. So, it was likely that the song was referencing a non-sentient transport of some kind. 

Sunstreaker confirmed this a moment later.

“She’s referencing her ex’s not alive personal transport.” 

Bluestreak gave Sunstreaker a raised optical ridge in response. Sunstreaker was shaking from how hard he was laughing, and had long since set down the cargo he was carrying so as not to drop it.

Most of the others that were listening to the conversation chuckled along a bit, since it was rather ridiculous. 

Sunstreaker reset his vocalizer before responding to the look.

“Blue, I didn’t mean to skeeve you out…” 

Sunstreaker paused to pick back up his crate and then started walking into the transport again. Bluestreak followed with his own cargo. 

“…but, there are a lot of songs about murdering cheating exes,” Sunstreaker finished.

“Sunstreaker!”

Ironhide could hear Sunstreaker laughing all the way into the transport.

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1300 words exactly (:

Hello! Welcome to the rambling section! I'm your host, LeeThePiper, and this is... 2006 Country Radio! (2006 was when before he cheats was released)

I'm kidding, but I will be rambling for a bit on this one, so skip if you want

First, "Solar Cycle 58 of the 72nd Stellar Cycle of the 48,196th vorn of the reign of the Lord 13th" Maths out to (roughly, really, really roughly) to the 58th day of the 4,000,340th year of Optimus' tenure as prime, which is based on the idea that their time system is based on the amount of time that the current religious leader has been in charge, and I got that idea from the fact that some nations used to do that with kings (it's been x years since __ became king) or bloodlines (the __ bloodline/dynasty has been ruling for x years)

Second, this is right before this -The monsters gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here - one, so the moon base that they're on in that one is the one they're going to in this one (If you want to know literally anything about this section of the chapter, please ask me, because that was my most favorite part of this chapter despite it not being in the plans for this chapter literally at all)

Third, "photovoltaic pussy-peding" is just the Cybertronian way to say pussyfooting

Fourth, both Sunny and Sides are known for being unnaturally bad at directions (it's partially because they are bad at directions, and partially because their nav systems both got messed up in the crash onto cybertron/by the quint spacebridge)

Fifth, I personally headcanon that to Cybertronians, music isn't such a big deal as music is to humans, partially because they were in war for a long time (which destroyed a lot of instruments, killed a lot of musicians, occupied a lot of time, used a lot of control (kind of like how sedicious speech laws get tighter during war), and generally killed a lot of creativity and creatives, so less other forms of art too), and because I don't think that Cybertronians are as musical as humans regularly either

Sixth, the song is Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, and the lyrics that I changed for the translator are "amped" instead of "souped"; "name" to "designation"; "leather" to "animal-hide"; "seats" to "interior"; and while I didn't change it, the brackets around Louisville mean that it didn't translate. Some of these are because I think that's how they'd translate, some are to make it make more sense narratively (which could also be counted as a translator error).

Seventh, "datemate, inamorata, or even conjunx" is translated to bf/gf, fiancé, and spouse

Eighth, “oh, sweet carrier [Mary]" is just "Oh, sweet Mother Mary" put through the translator.

Ninth, I did not mean to make Sunny so giggly, but I felt like it fit for this one, and I'm also still trying to figure out his characterization a bit, so

Tenth (and last but not least), @typewritingyip <3 for the Arcturus AU, and @keferon for the Mecha Pilot Jazz AU

Edit: I fixed the date (previously Jan 17)

[douqhnxtss]

𖥔 IMAGINE ────

you were perfect. the choi's youngest golden daughter; beauty on the outside, smart on the inside, charisma, bright smile and polite nature. so is your life— three older brothers who love you to death, influential and caring parents, supportive friends, money to buy you anything and everything. teachers favor you, students adore you as their class president, your coach never fails to applaud at your ice skating skills. you love all that you have, but ice skating has always had a special place in you heart. you were the state champion. you're biggest competitor, the champion second to you, your boyfriend. you thrived in fame, love and lived in a colorful world.

then there is her.

minjeong was nothing but trouble. you were everything she was not. she had no friends, always seeked for a fight, was cold and unforgiving. she didn't care about anything, not her reputation or her relations. she had no one and nothing, no friends, no siblings, her parents sent her a little sum of money each month that she lived off of, they didnt want any connections with her. she was reckless, dark, someone others feared, she gave in her assignments minutes before the due date, always participated in group projects alone, passed with just enough to not fail. she didn't need to care about her grades, she knew racing didn't need a valedictorian badge. racing was the sole reason minjeong survived her monochromatic black

you wanted thrill in your picture-perfect life, you strived for an adrenaline rush to bubble in your veins. minjeong claimed she wanted no one, though she knew deep down she wanted love, someone who could arrange her puzzle pieces to make her whole.

between dark corridors, secluded corners and illegal race tracks, what started as a search for thrill and care bloomed into something more passionate and vulnerable. what would happen when the beloved it girl and the hated racer were caught in not only a web of desire and hidden connections, but also the eyes of the golden girl's brothers and parents: who'd warned her about the not-so-rich pathetic nobody.

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