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astroniii · 3 months ago

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GOOD GRACES

pairing: Lando Norris x Pop Star Reader

faceclaim: Isabela Merced

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2021

2023

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yourusername found a new muse 💋

user1 OMFG FINALLY!

user2 SHE TOOK A YEAR OFF, BUT MOTHER IS BACK TO BREAK RECORDS!

user3 OH SHE’S HERE TO SERVE

user4 I’M SO EXCITED!

user5 no cause FINALLY!

user6 PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE RELEASING MUSIC THIS YEAR!

user7 DON’T MAKE US WAIT ANOTHER YEAR FOR THIS RELEASE!

user8 A NEW MUSE? IS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GETTING A SISTER?

| user9 PLEASE BE ANOTHER GOOD GRACES

| user10 I WANT ANOTHER LOVE IS | EMBARRASSING!

user11 are we finally getting a love song from you!

| user12 OMG I NEVER REALIZED SHE HAS | NEVER WROTE A LOVE SONG! NOT EVEN ABOUT | TOM AND THEY WERE TOGETHER FOR 3 YEARS!

| user13 May not have gotten love songs | from her relationship with Tom, but we | did get please please please and good | graces

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yourusername my new album “positions” is out next month! 💋 here is a preview to the album with my new song “bed chem”! Thank you guys for the wait and being patient with me for the last year! I hope you all like the song ❤️

user1 BED CHEM! BED CHEM!

user2 WE GOT A SEX SONG! 🥵

| user3 MORE LIKE A SEX FANTASY SONG!

user4 MAM! MAM! WHO IS THE SONG ABOUT!

user5 “Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?” itches my brain in just the right way!

user6 WHO DO WE KNOW THAT HAS AN ACCENT AND GREEN EYES!

sabrinacarpenter I can’t wait to hear the rest of the album 💕

user7 “COME RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE” WHO’S GOT YOU THIS HORNY! 👀

user8 “MANIFEST THAT YOU’RE OVERSIZED” MISS MAM! 😂

user9 YOU’VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH @/sabrinacarpenter too much

| user10 NONSENSE AND BED CHEM ARE | SISTERS!

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yourusername POSITIONS IS OUT NOW! 💕

user1 WE FINALLY GOT LOVE SONGS FROM HER!

user2 SHE’S HORNY AND IN LOVE

user3 WHO IS THIS MYSTERY MAN THAT HAS YOU WRITING LOVE SONGS! 🕵️

user4 34+35 is the horniest song on the album 🥵

user5 OMG! WE GOT A SPANISH SONG!

user6 ALBUM OF THE YEAR!

user7 THE BOY IS MINE! LIKE BRANDY AND MONICA!

user8 THIS ALBUM IS PERFECTION! 🥰

user9 NO SKIPS ❤️

user10 NOT ONLY DID WE GET A LOVE SONG, BUT WE GOT MORE THAN ONE!

user11 THE QUEEN OF POP

user12 I’ll give you $5 if you tell me who these songs are about!

2024

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yourusername Thank you so much for @/mclaren for having me! 💕 Can’t wait to see the race tomorrow! 🏁

user1 OMG, SHE’S AT THE MIAMI GP!

user2 YOU’RE TELLING ME SHE WAS THERE TODAY AND I DIDN’T MEET HER! 😭

mclaren It was an honor having you! We can’t wait to see you again tomorrow!

user3 MCLAREN? I figured Red Bull or Ferrari would’ve invited her

oscarpiastri It was nice to finally meet you!

| yourusername It was nice meeting you | too! I can’t wait to see the race | tomorrow!

| user4 WHAT DO YOU MEAN FINALLY!

alexandrasaintmleux I can’t believe you were here and I didn’t get to see you!

| yourusername We can meet up tomorrow, | pretty girl!

user5 My two worlds are colliding 🤯

user6 THE PICTURES OF LANDO AND OSCAR

landonorris It was good having you today! I hope you’re ready for the race tomorrow!

| yourusername I was born ready! I better | see you on the podium tomorrow

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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

user1 LFG!

user2 CONGRATS! 👏

user3 YOU DESERVE IT LANDO! 🧡🏆

user4 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THAT KISS! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!

user5 YOU’RE DATING @/yourusername! WHAT THE FUCK!

user6 THE WAY HE RAN TO HER AFTER GETTING OUT OF THE CAR! 😭

yourusername CONGRATULATIONS BABY! I KNEW YOU CAN DO IT! 🧡

user7 LANDO NOWINS WHO! 📢

yourusername I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!

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yourusername I guess the cat’s out of the bag 💕

user1 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!

user2 WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! THE HARD LAUNCH!

user3 YOU ARE TELLING ME POSITIONS IS ABOUT LANDO NORRIS!

user4 YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE TOGETHER 😭

user5 MOTHER IS IN LOVE ❤️

landonorris God, I love you so fucking much! 🧡

| yourusername I love you too, my race | winner 🧡

user6 SHE WROTE ALL THESE HORNY SONGS ABOUT HIM!

user7 ANOTHER WHITE MAN 😭

alexandrasaintmleux Does this mean I will see you around the paddock more often?

| yourusername of course! I can’t wait to | hang out with you more beautiful!

user8 @/landonorris DON’T FUCK IT UP! I NEED @/yourusername TO WRITE MORE LOVE SONGS!

user9 LANDO NORRIS IS THE CUTE GUY WITH GREEN EYES AND A THICK ACCENT!

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fastandcarlos · 6 months ago

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The Littlest Surprise » Daniel Ricciardo

caption: hello im a new f1 content creator and would love some feedback if you enjoy my fics tysm 🩷

summary: you’ve not been seen at the paddock for a while and the fans are getting worried, little do they know the reason for your absence is about to make everyone’s dreams come true

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danielricciardo: always a pleasure to have the fam on my side, excited to show the little ones what uncle danny gets up to 🥺

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username1: is this yet another race y/n won’t be at this weekend??

username2: I cannot wait for the day that this man becomes a dad

username3: if y/n doesn’t hurry up and make him a dad…daniel i’m happy to offer my services 😊

maxverstappen1: how big is y/n/n now! she looks so grown up 🥺

danielricciardo: @/maxverstappen1 she’ll be 6 soon, where does the time go??

oscarpiastri: don’t forget your little adopted aussie nephew

landonorris: and your british nephew too!!

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri @/landonorris hey! i might be a bit older but not old enough to be your uncle thank you

username4: anyone else think something might be going on, daniel posting about his family without y/n there is strange

username5: @/username4 let’s not overthink this too much, y/n might just be busy

username4: @/username5 it’s been ages since we last saw her, you gotta admit it’s a bit sus

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danielricciardo: another great weekend of racing, nice feeling to be back on the podium…man how I missed hearing that champagne pop 🏎️

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charles_leclerc: congrats brother, nice to be up there with you once again

username6: y/n not distracting you anymore to stop you getting on the podium??

username7: @/username6 wtf? why would you suggest such a thing?

carlossainz55: always knew you’d be back up there one day, long may it continue!

yukitsunoda0511: you gotta give me some tips bro, those manoeuvres were lethal today 🔥

pierregasly: danny ric just doing danny ric things

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danielricciardo: hey team! just wanted to clear up some things after miami this weekend…me and y/n are absolutely fine, had some things going on that I promise we’ll explain soon ❤️❤️ for now tho, here’s an update on life recently ☁️✨

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ynusername: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

username8: I knew you guys would be okay, take as long as you need my two favourites!!

username9: a big screw you to those who doubted you…real fans love you guys

landonorris: I love you guys, here if you need anything brother ❤️

username10: hope whatever is going on clears up soon, we’re missing you guys around here🩷

lilymhe: tell y/n to gimme a call! ily guys ✨

visacashapprb: can’t wait to welcome y/n back into the paddock soon - see you for race week!

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ynusername: it’s been a long few months, but we finally feel ready to share with you our happy news. pregnancy has been tough, I’d love to say it has treated me well, but it hasn’t. I cannot thank daniel enough for being by my side and helping me out whenever I’ve needed him…baby spam incoming ⛅️🍼

ps. each of us chose a picture to share, guess who chose what 🙄

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danielricciardo: words cannot begin to describe how proud I am of how brave you’ve been, the worst of it is over now my love, the countdown to baby ricciardo starts now

danielricciardo: ps my photo is way cooler than yours is

landonorris: omg I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell me, uncle Lando reporting for duty!

carlossainz55: the biggest congratulations you two, you’re going to be the best parents

carmenmmundt: so glad to hear y/n is doing better, may the rest of your pregnancy be a dream ✨

lilymhe: the strongest girl I know - so excited to see you become a mum 😍

username11: all my manifesting has paid off, baby ricciardo will be the luckiest

oscarpiastri: AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!

estebanocon: my spidey senses were spot on, I knew a baby was on the way!

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ynusername: life lately 💫 exhausted but loving all the little things (including daniel 😂)

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username12: y/n looks like she’s living the dream, mum life suits her well 🥺

danielricciardo: im definitely not a “little thing” how else did we end up like this?

landonorris: @/danielricciardo excuse me sir you are about to have a child, sort your humour out

maxverstappen1: glad to see you’re feeling more like yourself again y/n, brunch on me soon!

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 yes - let’s not tell daniel #gatecrasher

danielricciardo: @/ynusername you know your comments are public…right?

username13: anyone else wishing they could brunch with y/n too??

lance_stroll: sending all the good book recs your way!

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danielricciardo: babymooning 🍼 the smile says it all, so happy to have my girl back on her feet and feeling like herself again…making the last few memories just the two of us 🥺

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ynusername: thank you for the best couple of days and being my personal taxi driver

username14: look at his face - you can tell daniel is buzzing to be a dad

pierregasly: where was my invite?? I thought we were friends

carlossainz55: and mine!

georgerussell63: me too!

landonorris: looks like we were all forgotten!

visacashapprb: enjoy the break daniel! you and y/n absolutely deserve it 🏁🩷

username15: i speak for all your fans when i say keep the holiday photos coming pls

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danielricciardo: mum and dad 🔥🥺

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landonorris: adopt me pls, im less problematic than a baby

danielricciardo: @/landonorris debatable

lewishamilton: so glad to see you both so happy, good luck with everything

charles_leclerc: wow!! y/n looks insane (suppose you look alright too daniel!)

ynusername: mum and dad?? i can definitely get used to hearing that 🤩

alex_albon: it’s not fair how adorable you two are, this kid is hella lucky!!

username16: pls keep the baby spam coming, you guys are the sweetest 🍼💫

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ynusername: the many faces of a man who has just remembered he’s just signed up for no sleep for the next 10 years 😂

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danielricciardo: after all I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? you just wait my love 🫢

ynusername: @/danielricciardo this was too good of an opportunity to miss

carlossainz55: make the most of that middle photo whilst you can danny

georgerussell63: you have NO idea how much I just laughed at this y/n 😂😂😂

schecoperez: speaking from experience, you could not be more correct y/n #dannynosleep

username17: embarrassing dad before even becoming a dad 😬

oscarpiastri: call me for anymore embarrassing daniel pics 😂

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri no one asked for you to show up here

username18: I just want you to be my mum and dad instead 😭

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ynusername: can you believe this man is really about to become a father?? 🤦🏻‍♀️

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charles_leclerc: sometimes i really do wonder what you see in him y/n

landonorris: the biggest clown known to man, still the world’s biggest kid 😂😂

danielricciardo: is that really how you want to talk about the father of your child? I thought you were supposed to love me

ynusername: @/danielricciardo i do, ily very much 🥰

username17: not y/n releasing all the humiliating photos of daniel now they’re about to be parents

username18: y/n’s clearing the phone album for baby spam and giving us daniel spam in return

logansargeant: more to the point, this is the guy you chose as the father of your child??

lilymhe: the two of you are perfect for each other y/n ❤️

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danielricciardo: welcome to the world baby ricciardo 💕

after a lot of hardships and tricky times, y/n and i are beyond excited to share with you that our little one is here. everyone is safe, loved and doing well, my heart has never felt so full 🥺

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

#f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 reaction #formula 1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 fic #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x you #formula 1 social media #formula 1 imagine #formula one #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader

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letsgetrowdy43 · 2 years ago

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I've never known someone like you—

Luke Hughes x musician!reader

I listened to “glue song” by Beabadobee (feat. Clairo) and that gave me the inspiration for the edit so enjoy!!

ynofficial and Rollingstone just posted!!

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Ynofficial I met with @Rollingstone earlier this week to talk about my art, what’s coming next, and how I want to expand my creativity into different types of mediums!! Link is in my bio, please give it a read 🤎

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User64 bby you’re glowing!!

User20 dude you’re so well articulated! The interview was perfect

Taylornation we are obsessed with you 💜🕰️

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User48 no cause when she started talking about wanting to write a book and get more involved in the New York art scene I started shaking with excitement

User19 it would be so sick to see her involve herself in all sorts of creative scenes

Gracie Abrams I aspire to be you

Ynofficial I’m kicking my feet rn bae 🤭

Ynoffical just posted!!

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Ynofficial New York the last two nights have been literal dreams come true <3 New Jersey I’m on my way!!

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User29 they way I’ve never been so excited for anything in my life

Leithross you deserve it all!!

Ynofficial omg ily 🫶🏻

User40 THIS IS MY ERAS TOUR 😩

Jackhughes @Lhughes_06 so…. should we get tickets

Lhughes_06 yes.

User63 that was ominous…

Lhughes_06 just posted!!

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Lhughes_06 is this considered a soft launch??

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Markestapa since when??

Dylanduke25 the question you should be asking is WHO?

User73 we lost him girls 😔

User47 this post will be a conversation in therapy today!

Umichhockey very softlaunch 💙

NJdevils he learnt from the best ❤️

Dougieham are the girls fighting?

Jackhughes did she buy you that shirt 🤨

Lhughes_06 I actually bought this myself…

_Quinnhughes disgusting.

Ynofficial just posted!!

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Ynofficial so sad that my first tour has come to and end!! But I’m so excited to rest and get back into the routine of making new stuff for you guys!! Stay tuned <3

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User37 we love you ❤️

User19 watching you preform was such an out of body experience, you’re truly a talent

Ynofficial you’re gonna make me cry 🫶🏻 ily

xboygeniusx it was a pleasure to open for you!! Loved watching you grow as the tour went on 🖤

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Dylanduke25 JUST SHOW US HIS FACE

Lhughes_06 just posted!!

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Lhughes_06 dylan duke cracked the code

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Dylanduke PURR! I DID THAT

User28 I witnessed the revelation 😎

Edwards.73 I’m sorry what…

Lucafantilli he’s literally been gone a month.

Nicohischer congrats!!

User37 I was not expecting that. Like at all.

Ynofficial wait this is so cute 🤭

Lhughes_06 you’re cute

Ynofficial I’m gonna put my phone down and kiss you now

Jackhughes IM 😒 TIRED 😒 OF 😒 THIS

Ynofficial just posted!!

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Ynofficial I 🫶🏻 Luke Warren Hughes

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Lhughes_06 love you

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User92 I just know the booktok girlies are gonna eat this up…

User32 New Wag just dropped??

Ynofficial if anything I’m his sugar mommy

Lhughes_06 🤑💸

_Quinnhughes I don’t think you bully moose enough

Jackhughes agreed!

User48 MY HEART 😩

Dylanduke25 WAIT A SECOND YOU WENT TO THE B1G CHAMPIONSHIP GAME

Mackiesamo may we please get a timeline of this relationship??

Ynofficial we met last year when he visited Jack in jersey… We got together last summer when I visited Michigan!

Dylanduke25 I can’t believe he hid this from us 💔

Elblue6 sending my love ❤️

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #insta au #umich hockey #quinn hughes #jack hughes #ethan edwards #mark estapa #umich imagine #dylan duke #adam fantilli #nj devils

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wososage · 1 year ago

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One Step at a Time: USWNT x Reader

Summary: Y/N plays in the opening match of the world cup but it isn’t sunshine and fairy tales. Y/N does everything they can to hold their shit together and help the team.

Warnings: sorry this is very very sad because i need to write out my sad emotions and this is a little bit me writing my life into an imagine… italics are Y/N’s internal monologue

Word count: 1234

Y/N POV

Step One: get to the lobby of the hotel before the bus is supposed to leave

Just put one foot in front of the other. Take the elevator, not the stairs. Save your energy for the game you are going to need it. Are my headphones on? Are my sun glasses on? Follow the team out of the hotel. Ignore the fans. Ignore the media. Get on the bus and sit in your seat.

Step Two: Get to the start of the game without crying

Chill playlist only. Focus on good deep breaths. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine today being a better day. Your family is in the stands. They can’t wait to watch you do what you love. They are so proud of all of the hard work it took you to get here. They will go crazy if you score a goal today. Do the same routine you always do. Take the picture frame out of your bag. Remember that you are playing for those who can no longer be here. Take the necklace off and put it on the picture frame. Get dressed. Warm up. How do the muscles feel? How do the joints feel? Is blood sugar okay? Are electrolyte levels okay?

Step Three: Be the player that the team needs you to be

We all line up. The whistle blows.

Time to push forward. I am open. The ball is at my feet. The keeper is off their line. Chip the keeper Y/N. Holy shit. It worked. I just scored. Everyone is running to me.

“That was amazing Y/N!” Alex yells in my ear.

“Y/N you are the best!” Lindsey says joining the swarm of people hugging me.

I look up to the sky with tears in my eyes.

This is for you. It's always for you.

“Come on guys,” I say. “There is a lot of game left to be played.”

Line up for the corner. Have a plan to lose the defender. Never lose sight of the ball. Run towards it. Jump high. Redirect to the back post.

“Fuck yeah!”

“That's two Y/N!”

“Y/N is unstoppable!”

Don’t get cocky. Stay humble. Stay true to yourself.

“Y/N! Push forward.”

I can see what is about to happen. Stay on side Y/N and everything will work out. Run. Get your ass there. Just get a toe on the ball. The keeper can’t stop you. Redirect. Don’t add any power.

“Hat trick! Hat trick! Hat trick!”

“Y/N! You are the love of my life!”

The whistle blows and I just sit on the ground and cry. I should be happy right now, but instead I am so sad.

This is not how the world cup was supposed to go.

Step 4: Put on a happy face until the public can’t see you

“That was an amazing way to start the world cup,” Vlatko says to all of us in the huddle. “I am proud of all of you. Y/N, congrats on the hat trick. Everyone, enjoy this moment. The rest of the world cup starts tomorrow.”

“One more thing before everyone starts to look for their family,” Pinoe says. “Y/N get in the middle. You know how birthdays work on this team.”

Everyone sings happy birthday to me and then we head over to the friends and family section.

Seeing everyone so excited that their family is here makes me happy. It’s great to see everyone in such good moods.

“Y/N where is your family?” Sonnett asks. “I wanna say hi to them!”

“They’re in America,” I tell her quietly, trying to not cry. “They aren’t coming to any of the games.”

“That’s okay,” Sonnett whispers in my ear while giving me a hug. “All of our families will support you and be your family during the tournament.”

“Thanks Sonny”

Step 5: Get through media as quickly as possible

Heif takes me to the mixed zone, where I am presented with the player of the match trophy.

“Y/N,” A reporter says, getting my attention. “After your goals and after the game you seemed emotional. Could you speak on what emotions you are feeling and what has been going through your head throughout the game?”

Do I lie or do I tell the truth?

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth. The truth will come out eventually so there is no point in lying now.

“Yeah, there definitely are a lot of emotions when it comes to playing in the world cup. Most of the game I kept telling myself to be that player that my teammates need me to be. Every goal was such a whirlwind. They were all split second decisions that worked out in the team's favor. Before every game, I remind myself of all the people I play this sport for. All of the people who would be proud of me for fighting for my dreams. After the goals, I was thinking who I was scoring for. The ones who would be going crazy if they were able to watch this game. I am sure if you were to ask anyone on the team, they would say that they compartmentalize during games and tournaments. I am no different. But once that final whistle blew, I let myself think about the things I’ve been blocking out during the game. I let myself sit in the emotions I was putting aside in order to be the player the team needs me to be.”

“Y/N, is there anything you would like to say to your family right now?”

It’s okay to cry. Everyone will understand.

“Yes. Unfortunately, my family was not able to make it out to the world cup, so they are back home watching this on TV. Before… Before we left the hotel I got a call from my family. There was a family emergency. So to my family: I am very sorry that I am not able to be there to support you right now. I know what you are going through feels unreal and unimaginable. I love each and everyone of you. Please take time for yourself and make sure you are doing okay. And I hope that watching the world cup brings you a little bit of light in this very dark time. Those goals were for Reagan, Chase, and Cole. I will fight to win this world cup for you and for them. And I will be back in a month to give all of you hugs.”

Step 6: Let the team in. Let the team support you.

I am sobbing by the time I get back to the locker room. Almost everyone is either in the showers or the ice bath. I get to my locker and suddenly I am filled with rage. I punch my locker over and over again until I am pulled away by Aubrey and Naeher. I collapse in their arms and just sob.

Nothing in the world feels okay.

By the time I have calmed down, the entire team is sitting in their lockers silently. Patiently waiting for me to talk to them.

“My brothers died today,” I say, my voice raw. “I found out right before we got on the bus. I am staying for the rest of the world cup. My family will be staying in America. I need to win this for them.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #alyssa naeher #aubrey kingsbury #Alex Morgan #Lindsey Horan #emily sonnett

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devilsupdates · 8 months ago

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The last official updates until post season trade.

These are from this morning.

On learning to be a consistent, reliable player Alex Holtz says he really watches the way Ondrej Palat and Jesper Bratt carry themselves every day, showing up at the rink early, etc.

I have no doubt there are others too, but he pointed out those two in his answer.

Dawson Mercer: “We know we’re a talented group, we believe in ourselves. We know what (type of) guys we have in this room. We’re excited (for next season), you can’t doubt that because we know what we are capable of.”

Alexander Holtz says he wants to come back next season a different player… more reliable, quicker, better skating.

Luke said he was really thankful to have Jack to lean on this year, his rookie season, and spend every day with his brother.

Added: “I had a cook!” and reiterated that Jack is an excellent cook.

Luke Hughes will go to Worlds with Team USA

Nolan Foote had a lower-back, disc injury that had been lingering for the past four years.

That’s what kept him out this season.

Nemec said he really leaned on having Ondrej Palat and Tomas Nosek around in his first year. Being able to communicate in their language was important and he said that he, Palat and Nosek would often go for dinner together.

Nemec talked about his first real moment of feeling like he was in the NHL was when he was lining up against Connor McDavid in his fourth game.

That checks out.

Simon Nemec will be going to play at Worlds with Slovakia

Congrats to Jack on earning the King Clancy Memorial Trophy nomination!

Nate Bastian said his injury could not have come at a worse time in the season… said he probably would have been able to join the team on the ice today if #NJDevils were still playing.

Dougie Hamilton said that he was hoping to be ready to at least join the team for practice in the next little bit if the team was headed to the playoffs.

Tomas Nosek says he will go to Worlds with Czechia and it will be the first time he’s playing at Worlds. Says it means a lot to him to be able to play for the first time with the men’s National team in his home country.

#NJDevils Curtis Lazar reveals it was a shoulder injury. “Nothing too major, probably would have been cleared to play this week.”“I’m excited about the outlook of this team because we’ve been through a lot now.”

Jesper Bratt: “Obviously it wasn’t the way we wanted this season to go…there were a lot of games this year where if we played more mature we would have gotten the points.”“We have to use this as major motivation to dial it in…to come back more mature and get this team back to the playoffs.”

Jesper Bratt says he’s unsure if he’s going to Worlds, has to discuss with #NJDevils medical staff before making that decision

Jake Allen on what he’s looking forward to next year: “I think there is a lot of optimism here. We know what kind of team this can be. We all want to put our work boots on this summer and come back a little bit better.”

Dougie Hamilton on his injury: “I just fell awkwardly on my arm… I just felt something and knew something was wrong.”

On the challenges of this year: “it’s hard not being out there with the guys…definitely makes you appreciated stuff and make sure you don’t take things for granted.”

On his health: “I’ve been skating, the plan was targeting playoffs…once we realized the was no (playoff) chance, we changed back up the rehab.”

“Hard year for everyone. Hard year for me not being able to help.”

Kaapo Kahkonen on coming over at the deadline: “I’ve gone through it twice. It’s always hectic at the start…you try to focus on your game…I felt good at the start, good guys in the room.”“I want to be a number one goalie…we’ll see where everything goes.”

Kevin Bahl on his year: “Biggest takeaway was learning a lot. I was in a spot I didn’t expect to be…I think I need to work on my shot this summer big time and footspeed.”On this year’s ending: “it’s extremely motivating…being here today and not playing hockey is a weird feeling.”On playing all 82 games: “it’s extremely grueling…it’s all about taking care of your body…it’s extremely rewarding too, because you are always with the game group.”

Ondrej Palat on what to take from this year: “Learning experience..need to think about it this summer and train harder this offseason.”“There are so many games we had a chance to get points and didn’t at the end…our mentality to play defense it wasn’t good enough.”On his own game: “Not a great year, not a lot of points…I’m not judging myself on points, I’m judging myself on winning battles and setting example, I think I did OK there, not great.”On opening season in Czechia: “it’s amazing, almost unbelievable to play NHL hockey in Czech”

Nico Hischier is expecting to go to Worlds with Switzerland. Says he’s in touch with his national team coach.

So it’s been a bit of a rough year injury-wise for Timo.

Timo Meier also said he was dealing with an oblique injury later in the year as well.

Timo Meier says it's up in the air whether he will be going to Worlds with Switzerland or not.

Says he's waiting on certain things to make sure his body is good enough to play more and he hasn't made an official decision yet.

Until anymore updates on the devils it will be about the playoffs and the cup here.

In Minnesota wild news

The Giving Flower 🌸

We're proud to announce Fleury is our 2024 nominee for the @NHL's King Clancy Memorial Trophy!

He is also the recipient of the #mnwild 's Tom Kurvers Humanitarian Award!

The Wild Flower blooms like no other 🌸

We're excited to announce we've signed goaltender Marc-Andre Fleury to a one-year contract extension!

#new jersey devils #hockey imagine #nico hischier #jack hughes #luke hughes #hockey #timo meier #john marino

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butterflyintochains · 6 months ago

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A Second Chance

Capping off the mini trilogy, we go to San Jose for the 2019 All Star Game. It's been over a year since the breakup, and neither of our two defencemen are doing well. Kris has tried his best to put it all behind him, and Erik high tailed it to the Sharks to get out of the east. But, six years don't just go away so easily.

The path of love never runs smooth, after all.

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It's a lovely January day in Pittsburgh, a bit of a chill in the air, a thin layer of snow, a light breeze, but a clear sky. Kris arrives at Cranberry for morning skate, he's feeling oddly good today, he's sleeping better than he was this time last year, doesn't burst into tears as easily. He's breathing deeper. He grabs his bag, and his coffee, and heads indoors. Already hearing excited chatter from his boys, never a dull day when you're a Penguin, and he can't wait to spend his entire career with Sid and Geno. There's still this dull ache, somewhere deep inside him, it'll never go away, but he can live around it for the most part. He arrives in the common area, and finishes his coffee. ''Tanger, speak of the devil!'' Dumo says, smiling brightly.

Kris bins his cup, and furrows his brows. ''Yeah? What's going on, Dumo?'' He asks his defence partner.

Jake saunters into the room. ''Congrats, man.'' Congrats? For what? Kris asks, removing his coat. ''What's going on, Guentzy?''

Tristan says. ''You and Sid are going to San Jose for the All Star Game!''

Oh, that's cool, Kris initially thinks. Then, all at once, it hits him. All Star Game, San Jose... Erik. He quickly excuses himself, and finds one of his usual quiet spaces. His hands are shaking, the tears are coming. Will this ever stop hurting him? Once upon a time, he longed for that free weekend with Erik, now it just feels like a punishment. He feels a hand on his back. ''It's okay, son, deep breaths.''

Kris dries his eyes. ''Mario, I...''

Mario assures him, pulling up a chair in front of him. ''It's okay, son. Sully told me about it just now, Sid and Flower will be there, and you don't need to speak to him if you don't want to.'' Flower too? That's good, someone else who will never hurt him. ''Okay, that's good, I've missed Flower.''

Mario gives him a fatherly smile. ''That's my boy, you good to suit up? Sully wants you guys for special teams drills.''

Kris stands, and nods. ''Yeah, I'm good. Thank you, Mario.'' Mario pats his shoulder. ''No need to thank me, you're my son.''

Kris suits up, and joins his brothers on the ice. Sid casts a worried glance his way, Kris just smiles and nods, before throwing a puck down for their powerplay unit.

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A couple of days before they leave, Kris is busy packing up. Buddha will be staying with Geno while they're gone. The thought of a lifelong cat person dogsitting two retrievers does make him laugh for a moment. He mentally runs through his checklist for the trip. He remembers to pack a pill sorter with his blood thinners. His phone rings, a call from Flower. ''Hi, Flower, what's up?''

Flower says. ''Nothing, just wanted to check in on you before this weekend, how are you?''

Kris sits down on his bed, and runs his free hand through his hair. ''I've been better, looking forward to hanging with you and Sid, but, there's... the other thing, and... it's difficult.''

Flower sighs, Kris has come a long way since last season, but, there's no true recovery from something like that. ''I know, mon ami, Mario has been keeping me posted. If it's any comfort, Vegas are thumping the Sharks.''

It should be, it really should be, and it would be in any other season. ''Keep it up, mon frere, hope we can play a cup final against each other.''

Flower chuckles. ''That's the plan.'' They talk a bit more, and hang up. Kris finishes packing, focusing on happy thoughts: Sid, Geno, Flower, and Mario - his family, Pittsburgh - his home.

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Sid picks him up on leaving day, Kris loads his bags into the car, jumps in, and they head off to the airport together. During the drive, they talk and share jokes in the car. Sid talks about something he and Nate discussed over summer. Kris is content to just sit and listen. They arrive at the airport, and get on their plane. A private plane chartered by the team. Sid is out like a light right away, Kris puts his head back, and looks out the window as they take off. Oh well, they'll be in the air for six hours, he might as well rest.

They both must sleep the whole flight away, because only landing wakes them up. The pilot announces their arrival, they thank him, grab their stuff, and get in the car to the hotel. Kris busies himself with texting the other defencemen on the team back home. ''Kris, can I ask you something?'' Sid says.

Kris nods, and puts his phone away. ''Yeah, of course.'' Sid asks, seeming to need to work on how to phrase this. ''Are you sure you're okay? You seem... wired.''

Kris assures his brother, Sid worries about people the way a mother does. ''I'm fine, Sid, promise.''

They get to the hotel, check in, and find Flower. ''Bonjour, mes amis.'' He hugs them both, only Geno is missing now. ''We've missed you, Flower.'' Sid says.

Kris assures his best friend. ''We're keeping the kids busy, though.'' Flower laughs. ''Good.''

They sit and talk, Claude and Nate joining them eventually. Kris feels it, those gorgeous brown eyes boring a hole in his skull. He doesn't turn around this time, but he'll be damned if his heart doesn't race.

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After media, comes the Skills Competition. Flower is up for Save Streak, Kris for Accuracy, and Sid is acting as moral support. Eight years ago, eight years since that amazingly weird weekend in Raleigh. Kris takes a deep breath, and lets it all go on the exhale. Fastest Skater is first. Kris takes his seat, and risks a look over at Erik, he must be feeling this nostalgia too, right? Rookies Elias Pettersson and Miro Heiskanen set amazing times, not too far from the one he himself set back then. But, Connor McDavid comes out on top. ''Good job, kid.'' Sid says to who could be his successor in the league, Kris doesn't see it, but, whatever.

Save Streak comes soon, Sid and Kris wish Flower luck, and he takes his place in the crease. He saves six shots, no heroics, none of his diving saves, thank God. Henrik Lundqvist goes double that, winning the challenge with 12 saves.

After Erik's turn at Premier Passer, he and Kris share a held gaze, as if challenging each other to speak first. They're both right here, in the same place again, so, why is this so fucking difficult? ''You okay, mon ami?'' Flower asks.

Kris nods, more to convince himself than anything. ''Yeah, I'm fine.'' He gives Erik another look, and redirects his focus to a conversation with Giroux.

John Carlson of Washington wins Hardest Shot. Then, Kris' turn at Accuracy comes up. He uses all the pent up emotions to take the five targets out. He comes second to David Pastrnak. Catharsis. ''God, that felt good.'' He says to Sid and Flower once back with them.

Sid chuckles. ''I bet it did.''

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That night, Kris is in his hotel room, relaxing for tomorrow's game. He'll be on Sid's hip as he should be. The city is still awake outside, but he's too focused on the racing highlights from Le Mans this summer. A knock comes at his door, he gets up to answer it, praying to God that it's Sid and Flower. It's not.

It's Erik, and he's still as gorgeous as he was in 2011, moreso actually. ''Oh, it's you. What do you want, Erik?'' He says, half tempted to slam the door. But, Erik looks tense, and he can't bring himself to do it. ''I want to talk to you, can I come in, please?''

Kris nods, and allows Erik in, They sit in silence for a few moments. Erik finally speaks. ''Kris, back in 2017, I fucked up, big time. I've regretted it ever since. You deserved better from me. I know this probably means nothing to you, and you've likely moved on, but...'' Kris cuts him off. ''I haven't, too busy wanting you back.''

Erik carries on. ''I know I don't deserve it, but, I love you, Kris Letang, and I'd do anything to get us back.'' He looks into Kris' eyes. ''I am so fucking sorry for everything I did to you. I'd do anything to undo it, stop myself from doing what I did.''

Kris swallows, thinking deeply about how to go forward from here. He's wanted Erik back since that night, this is the worst pain he's ever felt. And yet, there's no one else he'd rather be with. ''Erik, I've loved you since we got together, and I still do. I accept your apology, but forgiveness will need to come later. This has hurt like nothing else has, not even my stroke comes close. But, I love you, Erik Karlsson.''

Erik says, reaching out for Kris' hand. ''Kris, if you'll let me back in, can we give us another shot?''

Kris says, taking Erik's hand. ''I'd love that.''

They stand up from their seats, and lean into each other for a kiss, but, it's midnight already, their customary no-contact period before games begins. ''Erik, it's late, you should head home and rest up for tomorrow.''

Erik jokingly says. ''The Rule? We just got back together, and you're enforcing the rule?''

Kris runs his fingers through Erik's beautiful hair, getting to know how it feels again. ''If I don't, we'll never get out of this bed tomorrow. Go on, just another day, that's all I ask.''

Erik sighs. ''Fine, I love you.''

Kris laughs, truly laughs, for the first time in so long. ''I love you too.''

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Erik's Pacific team lose 10-4 to the Central team. Just as the Metro team are arriving and suiting up for their game against the Atlantic. Sid notices a spring in Kris' step, and a massive smile plastered on his face. He's back, back from the darkness he's been in for the better part of two years. At least, he's coming back from the darkness. To Sid's shock, Kris actually speaks while suiting up for the game, making happy conversation in french with Claude. ''Any words, captain?'' Kris asks, taping his stick one last time.

Sid gives his head a shake. ''Yeah, let's give them a show!''

They take to the ice, and Sid turns on the style for a really early goal, Seth Jones follows a minute later. Eichel cutting the deficit, Stamkos backing him up. ''Kris, you think you can keep Vasy busy for me?'' Seth asks.

Kris thinks over some strategy. ''Yeah, I think so.'' The plan works, Seth increasing the lead to 3-2 as the period ends.

They're 5-4 up midway through the second. Claude gets the puck, and fires it to Sid. ''Tanger, let them have it!'' And, he does, blasting home a goal from the circle.

In all the Metro team win 7-4. And will face the Central team for the win.

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The Metro team win the All Star Game 10-5 against the Central team. After formalities, the boys go for some well-earned dinner. Sid makes a beeline for Claude, Burnsie, and Nate. Flower puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder. ''You good if I join Sid, mon frere?''

Kris nods, looking at Erik securing them a table to themselves away from the crowd. He'll be fine now, he's sure of it. ''I'll be fine, Flower, promise.''

They split up, to their tables. It's just like skating, Kris finds, walking over to Erik, they share a beaming smile together. Some may say he took Erik back too easily, didn't grill him enough for the breakup. But, the flame they lit in Raleigh still burns bright. Kris sits down, and says. ''Good goal, Erik.''

Erik smirks. ''Likewise on both, Kris. Congrats on the win too.'' Kris chuckles. ''Second of two this weekend.''

They eat and drink together, the buzz of the bar quickly turning to white noise. At some point in the evening, Kris finds himself bored. He looks over to Sid and Flower, animatedly talking to the other Canadians. ''Wanna get out of here?'' He asks Erik.

Erik seems relieved. ''Thought you'd never ask. Lead the way.'' They get out of the crowded and noisy bar, and walk back to the hotel together, hand in hand. They go up to Kris' room, and close the door behind them. ''Well, the games are done, so...'' Erik says.

Kris just laughs, and pulls Erik in for a hug. Finally, after almost two years, they get their second first kiss. It's every bit as wonderful as their first. But, holding an unspoken promise in it. This is them now, giving this another chance. It's not going to be easy, but they are going to make this work again.

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Kris and Sid arrive back in Pittsburgh from San Jose. Sid embraces Geno when he sees him again, Kris smiles at the affection between his brothers. His heart does do that thing it does when he misses Erik, but the ache is lesser now, not like it was just last week. Geno also hugs Kris. ''You look different, Legend.''

Kris furrows his brows. ''Do I? How do I look different?'' They head inside for some lunch. ''You look like you did before our last cup. You look like you again.''

Kris assures his brothers. ''Trust me, boys, I have every reason to be happy right now.''

Sid and Geno don't pry, they don't ask him any questions, the reason for his sudden happiness is none of anyone's business. As long as Kris is back from the darkness, as long as all is well in their family, that's all that matters.

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A few days later, Kris is doing a clean up of his house, finally having enough energy to do a deep clean. He puts some stuff away, and looks above his TV, at his two cup winning jerseys, the ones he loves most. 2009, the first with his brothers. 2016, his single best goal ever. He takes some deep breaths, and goes into his office. 2017 hanging above his desk. The pain of that night will wear off in time now, as long as he's got Erik back. He contemplates what to do about the problem child, but resolves to put it up with the others. ''I got him back, and you hold no power over me anymore.''

Next, he goes to his shelf with his two beloved rings. 2009 and 2016 sparkling beautifully as always front and center. The third box sits at the back of the shelf, collecting dust against the wall. The other problem child will be brought into the fold. Kris dusts the box, and cleans the ring itself, placing it with the other two. ''I love Erik more than I resent you.''

Buddha barks happily, proud of him. His phone rings, it's Erik. ''Bonjour, amour.''

Erik says. ''Hello, hjartat. What's going on?''

Kris says. ''Doing a deep clean of my house, actually. Putting my 2017 cup ring and jersey back on display.''

Erik asks him, sounding shocked at that. ''You weren't displaying them?''

Kris shrugs, sitting down on the couch. ''It just hurt too much. But, now I have you back, they can be displayed.'' Erik goes silent, probably beating himself up for causing Kris that level of pain. ''Erik, listen to me, I'm okay now, please, don't beat yourself up for something you did so long ago.''

Erik sounds horrified with himself. ''Kris, it's 2019! You won that cup in 2017, another has been won since, and you couldn't be proud of it because of me!''

Kris says, knowing exactly how to stop this existential crisis. ''Erik, deep breaths. That was then, this is now. We're moving forward, remember?''

Erik seems to calm down, and he says. ''Okay, just promise me you'll not hide them when I visit at least?'' Kris laughs, but hopes Erik can let this go. ''I promise.''

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A few days later, Kris arrives for a training day with the boys. He arrives lighter, almost floating, talking excitedly to Geno about something. Tristan in particular is stunned by this new, happier, Kris Letang. He's only ever known a depressed one, one who gets that faraway look in his eyes. This one is the best one, though, definitely. He's wearing a blue coat with a golden scarf. A combo only he could get away with. ''Good morning, boys, anything cool happening?'' He asks, finishing his coffee.

Rusty blinks a few times, he's known Kris miserable, hurting, angry, calm, content. But, never this blissfully happy. ''Uhm, Night of Assists is coming up soon.''

Kris says, smoothing down his coat. There must be something significant behind the blue and gold, but no one can put their finger on what. ''Oh, cool, wondered when that was.''

Phil asks, looking dumbstruck. ''Okay, what the hell? Where has this come from all of a sudden?'' Kris flashes a serene smile, and assures his friend. ''Trust me, Thrill, I've got plenty of reasons to be happy.'' Geno adds, just as lost as everyone else, but he doesn't care. ''If the Big Three are happy, the team wins, don't question it.''

Kris nods, and claps Geno on the shoulder. ''That's what I said to Sid yesterday.'' He strides off to the dressing room, leaving several incredibly confused Penguins in his wake.

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Erik normally has trouble picking a suit out for himself for games, especially since the teams all started doing social media seriously. But, tonight's is a no-brainer. Red and white. The team are stunned when they see him that evening, Joe takes a look at his teammate. Decked out in red and white, glowing with happiness. ''You seem happy.''

Erik nods, and dusts off his jacket. ''I am, thanks for noticing, Jumbo.'' They get suited up for the game, and get going. Erik skating smoother now, sure, Kris is across the continent, but they're always together.

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During a rare off day, Kris drives down to PPG Paints, and goes to look at the team's five cups. The replicas sitting pride of place in their display cases. Two from Mario and Jagr. Three from himself, Sid, Geno, and Flower. All are labelled by year, Kris stands in front of the 2017 cup, he's had to look at this thing with a broken heart for nearly two years, he's let this thing own him ever since the final. Unable to look at it for more than a few seconds without crying, washing his hands to cleanse himself of the damage it did him. Now, he has Erik back, and all will finally be well again. ''I hope you know you failed, 2017.'' He tells it. ''Yeah, Erik dumped me over you, but guess what? I have him back, and you failed.''

Mario sidles up beside him. ''Was wondering when you'd say that. You and Karlsson are back together?''

Kris smiles, and nods. ''Yeah, happened at the All Star Game a couple of weeks ago.''

Mario nods. ''I was wondering where this new energy you have was coming from. Sid says you've been reborn.''

Kris chuckles. ''That's a good way to put it. I certainly feel that way, like I can breathe again. I've never felt pain like that, and I never want to feel it again.''

Mario assures him. ''You won't, son, trust me. You and Erik will last this time.'' Kris nods, Mario goes back to his office. Kris continues to look up at the cup. The cup that stole so much from him, has haunted him for so long. But, as he and Erik have agreed, that was then, and this is now. They're moving forward, this is their second chance.

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Summer comes quickly, and they skip Montreal altogether for a trip to Sweden. One evening, they're on the patio, huddled under blankets, watching the stars. Both are still pissed about being eliminated from the playoffs, but, at least they can be pissed off together now. ''Wonder how the final is going.'' Erik muses. Kris laughs. ''Probably deeply boring, amour. We'd have put on such a show.''

Erik concedes, a San Jose and Pittsburgh final would have been quite the spectacle. ''Fair enough, hjartat.'' Kris rests his head on Erik's shoulder, some tears forming in his eyes, Erik hears his partner sniffling. ''Kris, alskad, are you okay?''

Kris smiles, and dries his eyes. ''Yeah, tresor, I'm fine. Just... happy tears, I've missed us.''

Erik presses a loving kiss to his lips. ''I've missed us too, hjartat. I love you, Kris Letang.''

Kris goes in for a second kiss. ''I love you, Erik Karlsson.'' The most basic truth in their lives. Neither know what this second chance will yield them, hopefully they can both be Penguins someday, but, one day at a time.

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Okay, very happy with this one, the mini trilogy is finally done! Had to write them in chronological order, so sorry for the angst in part two. To make up for it, this one is a bit nicer, with the obvious spots of angst thrown in - recovery from heartbreak is not easy, y'know? I wanted to get across that Kris and Erik aren't letting the past own them anymore, they're moving forward together, and nothing is going to ruin that anymore.

Enjoy!!

Oh, and sorry for the heartbreak @tylerpitlicktruther

#tangerkarlsson

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careless-with-your-heart · 10 months ago

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Seeing Red 🍸😡🧟💋

This fits perfectly for @ockissweek! So excited! Enjoy this one-shot for #ockiss24.

Seeing Red: A Blaine DeBeers x OC KissFic One-Shot

You can’t kiss her.

The thought practically eats Blaine alive—an oxymoron if he’s ever heard one.

It’s only been a week since Catherine blew in with the rain, and already she’s making herself useful. Not just in his fantasies, though there is that, but in cold, hard earnings. And for that—and all the other, carnal reasons that keep him up at night—Blaine wants to kiss Catherine-No-Middle-Name-Cohen full on her plush, tempting mouth.

“Why do you look so self-satisfied?”

Don E’s voice cuts through Blaine’s locked-eyes daydreaming, and over the glow of his laptop screen, Blaine raises a brow at his second-in-command as Don E glides into the back office of The Post, leaving the door yawning wide open behind him.

“I always look self-satisfied. I am a man intent on nothing else but satisfying himself.” To prove the point, Blaine lifts the half-full martini glass that rests on his desk and salutes the small, bald man standing in front of him before slugging down the remainder of the drink.

“Yeah, sure. But, like, right now, you just had this look on your face. Like, what’s the expression? The cat that ate the canary?”

“You got it switched, brother. The canary is the cat—Kitty, that is.”

Don E. smirks as he slides into the chair in front of Blaine’s desk. “You son of a bitch! You nailed her. Noice. Fast work. She seems a little damaged, but in that way you like. I dig it.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “Should I arrange for some flowers? A nice bottle of vino for the lady? A link to my YouTube channel?”

Blaine blanches. “Don’t be crass. I didn’t nail her. And no one watches your YouTube channel.”

It’s Don. E’s turn to protest. “Hey! I’ll have you know that my Redecorating Your Living Room When You’re No Longer Living series was very popular. Dozens of views. And if the Lady Catherine is now on Team Z, she might need some basic how-to on how to do the undead thing.”

“Mmm-hmm. Congrats on the views, champ, but she’s still human. Now, let’s get back to the subject at hand—our little stray cat has, in the past week, bumped nightly bar receipts up by thirty percent. And she breezed in here this morning with a full-on spreadsheet breaking down our liquor cost, in order of highest to lowest margins, and she’s gone to meet in person with two distributors who might cut those costs if we switch suppliers.”

Don E’s eyes widen. ��Damn. Sorry bro. I mistook your money boner for a lady-inspired one. That’s some valid dreamy-eyed shit. She’s way nice, too. Did you know that Darcy loves her? Those two and Liv and Peyton, there’s a whole Clueless thing going on that is very, very heartwarming.”

“Why are you in my office, exactly?” Blaine says, closing down his laptop.

“Oh! Yes. Two items of business. One, remember that you asked Darcy to come in today to look over the delivery system and see if she can take the whole ordering process online.”

Blaine has forgotten—but now he recalls, and he nods agreeably. “That’s great. Crypto, right? Less physical cash changing hands means less chance of an extra hand in the honeypot.”

Don E rocks his chair back up on two legs, bracing his interlaced fingers behind his head. “Yeah, that’s the business part deux. We have a little prrrrrroblemo down in distribution that I wanted to talk to you about.” He grimaces slightly. “Caught one of the new delivery guys sampling the goods.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

What a way to kill the high of the morning’s financial gain.

“Nope. Hank.”

Blaine presses his lips together. “You vouched for him, Don.”

The younger man winces. “I know, bro. I was trying to help him out. He used to be my barista before, you know”—Don E’s tongue lolls out and he raises his arms in a caricature of Night of the Living Dead. Off of Blaine’s flat look, he drops his hands to his lap. “I came to you as soon as I knew. I’ll take care of it. I just didn’t want my partner out of the loop.”

“And now you want to bring Darcy in to automate the ordering? When your boy is stealing from me?” There’s no way for him to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“She’s my wife, Blaine.”

His mood souring, Blaine shrugs. “I’m not catching your point.”

“I love her. She loves me. You don’t profess your love and then ask someone to share the rest of your life unless there’s trust, right?”

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose,” Blaine quotes flatly.

Don E’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, yeah. This from the guy who claims he doesn’t have it bad for the new livestock in town.”

Before Blaine can protest again, Don E puts up a hand to stop his reply. “You can say it’s money all you want, but I see the way you look at her, and all the other signs. If you’re not careful, you’ll fall, too. The indestructible Blaine DeBeers.”

The word isn’t quite right. Blaine knows a few other descriptors that are apt. Ones that were drilled into him young, and often.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

Blaine lifts his chin, smirking past the intrusive thoughts. “Other signs?”

“You’re dressing her up like your personal doll, Blaine. You’ve never done that with any of the back-room girls. And, last night, your pocket square matched her dress. “

Blaine remains silent, thoughtful.

Don E presses on. “You’ve given her every night shift this week—and, I might add, you’ve come in an hour early yourself every one of those nights. To throw some wisdom from your man Willie Shakes back at you, lovers ever run before the clock, bro."

Blaine rolls his eyes at Don E. "Don't save the date, my friend."

"See? Interested but cynical. Yearning for love but settling for cheap interludes. Face it, you have commitment issues."

"I suppose you have a YouTube video for that?"

"Your sarcasm is a defense mechanism. Look at the facts. My dude, you barely let your shoes get walked in before you toss them."

"It's been my experience that a quality woman hates scuffed soles," Blaine shoots back, toying with the edge of the empty martini glass on his desk.

"Soles or souls? Fifty-fifty chance you fail there, boss."

Blaine laughs and puts a hand over his chest, bending double in his chair as he pretends to clutch his heart. “Damn! Ouch.” Then, sitting up, still grinning, Blaine says, “I admit that our newest house human is aesthetically pleasing. And she knows how to make money. But if you think a little ‘ol steak dinner on a pair of nice stems is going to tempt me into forever, brother, you don’t know me at all.”

“I do. And you know me. And I love Darcy. So trust her because you trust me.”

Blaine nods. “Fair enough.” But he’s still more than a little annoyed. Not just by Don E’s too-keen observations about how he was beginning to feel about Kitty, but by the stress fractures he saw forming in his usually well-run businesses. The bartender that had just been caught pouring heavy for his friends last week. The delivery guy skimming brains. What did a dishonest businessman have to do to get good help in this town?

A sudden knock on the doorframe of the office yanks the attention of both men to the entryway.

Kitty stands there—and Blaine’s breath catches.

Don E swivels back around to face him, eyes wide. How long has she been standing there? he mouths.

Blaine ignores the question, but the possibility that she’d just heard their conversation makes his stomach twist. Instead of panicking outwardly, he opts for what gets him out of most situations—cocky, surface bravado, even if he’s a nervous wreck on the inside.

“Meals on Heels! Just the gal I was singing the praises of. How’d it go with the distributors?”

She shoots him an unreadable look as she makes her—brisk—way to his desk. “Really well. Two proposals, both great offers. Twenty or twenty-five percent off of current rates for your regular rotation stock. Higher discount wants a four-year contract, though.”

Don E seems to relax some.

Blaine smiles broadly. “Wow. Not bad, dollface. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad for cattle, isn’t that what you mean?” There’s a clipboard in her hand, and she slams it down on top of his closed laptop. “It’s your choice on which new supplier to go with—but maybe avoid the four-year contract if you’re commitment-shy.”

Both men gape at her.

"Anyway, guess this shows I'm good for more than a source of protein. I'll be out in the bar, trying to figure out what the hell you two are good for."

Then, she spins and marches out of his office.

Fuck.

Blaine rises from his office chair, shaking his head as he starts to follow her out onto the main bar floor. “Kitty, hold up. I didn’t mean…”

The office door slams in his face.

As Blaine goes stock-still in stunned silence, Don’s chair scrapes back as he stands. “Don’t chase her, dude. Let her go.”

Blaine rounds on him, snarling. “Shut up, Don E! I don’t need any more of your sage advice.”

But the other man is probably right. It won’t do anything except make things worse if he chases Kitty down while she’s angry. So Blaine steps back. It takes every ounce of willpower he’s able to scrape together, and probably some borrowed from whatever saint he last dined on to boot, but he does it. He leaves the door closed and paces back to his desk instead of storming out to ask her to forgive him—and to ask her who the fuck she thinks she is, slamming his own office door in his face.

“So, I’m going to retire Hank now, if that’s cool…” Don E says, shuffling in place. “Darcy should be here any minute.”

Maybe it’s his simmering annoyance at the employee messes, or the sudden, queasy unease he feels over Kitty overhearing what he’d said to his second-in-command. But whatever the cause, Blaine’s temples begin to throb, and anger suddenly swells in his chest. He’d been happy five minutes ago, head full of rainbows and unicorns and cotton-candy thoughts about the woman who’d just bitten his head off. She shouldn’t be so fucking sensitive. In fact, she should be grateful to him. He’d given her a job with very few questions asked.

Outside in the main bar, Blaine hears the sound of a door slamming. Then, muffled curses. She’s out there throwing a fit—and it makes his anger spike higher. It makes the part of him that is always simmering, spoiling for a fight, begin to boil. He pushes off of his desk, feeling the familiar red haze as the pressure of it begins to make his eyes burn.

“Dude?” Don E’s words after are a muffled mess of noise—nothing that will stop Blaine as he lets the anger rise, relishes it, embraces it as it climbs hotly through the stark, popped veins of his neck and into his head, taking over.

He is the boss here. Kitty works for him. And he’s going to show her just how much trouble her bratty little attitude has gotten her into.

Blaine doesn’t have to take his clash out to the bar. As soon as he flings open the door to his office, she’s there—so close, in fact, that he doesn’t even see her before they collide. But he hears her small, startled cry of surprise, and her softness registers against the lean, hard planes of him, and his raged-out brain indexes through a dozen reasons she’s coming back; and it settles hotly, and nearly instantly, on one reason in particular.

She’s come to insult him some more.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

And that isn’t fair, or accurate, or even related enough to be applied, but the anger doesn’t care. It siphons all the fuel it needs from the dark corners of his heart and grows, and grows…

I’ll show you exactly what I’m good for…

Blaine’s pissed enough that he rolls with the knee-jerk, Cro-Magnon urge that seizes him, gives in to the impulse, and throws out all care for the notion of what is prudent or professional or even safe—and he takes what he wants. What he’s wanted since that stormy Friday night when the city had delivered this lithe, magnetic mystery woman to his doorstep.

Kitty tries to pull back, but he reacts so quickly that she doesn’t stand a chance. He grips both of her upper arms, hauls her up, and through the blinding crest of the red haze, feeling as though his head might burst if he doesn’t, Blaine kisses her. He puts into the kiss all of the frustration he feels that has nothing at all to do with Kitty, and all of the lust that absolutely does. Just as he ducks toward her, he closes his eyes, peripherally afraid he’ll startle her with the blood-red in them.

Soft. You’re going soft, McDonough.

And that thought fans the flames of his fury higher, ensuring that the kiss is not soft. His lashes sweep her cheeks as his mouth attacks hers, and he lifts one hand from her arm to stab his fingers through her hair and fist the heavy, silky tresses to hold her still for his onslaught.

She stiffens at first. Blaine can only guess it’s in shock, but he hopes there’s a little anger of her own in the reflex. Something about his driving rage craves an answering anger in her. Maybe he wants Kitty mad to make it feel a little less like he’s the villain here. Predator, prey, hell, he isn’t sure which of them is which, anyway. Once he drops his other hand to haul her against him at the waist, she goes pliant against him, and Blaine wastes no time parting her teeth with his tongue, licking into her, withdrawing to bite and suck at her lower lip before pressing back in to steal the surprised gasp that escapes her when the last nip draws the barest taste of copper.

The blood excites him. It’s primal and elemental, and he doesn’t care if she bites him back. In fact, he’d go just about crazy if she did. He wants her to, wants to feel the sting of her canines in his lower lip, at the hollow of his neck, sinking into the meat of his shoulder through his shirt as he’s tearing off her panties. He wants a hundred little half-moon bruises left scattered over his body, despite the fact that he knows they will heal too quickly to be morning-after souvenirs.

She’s kissing him back now, pulling him urgently to her by the collar. It’s satisfying to feel that desperation, to know that he can make her so needy so fast. He feels a button on his shirt give way, feels her fingers slip over his throat, and he swallows an endless stream of her breathy moans as he turns the two of them and presses her to the doorframe, jamming a knee between her legs and leaving her lips to rake his front teeth down her neck. If the skin breaks, he’ll take it as sign from the universe that he’s meant to keep this enigma. And fuck Don E’s little H.P. Lovecrafting videos, Blaine will teach her everything she needs to know to become the undead queen of his dreams, and they can rule the gloomy, overprivileged burgs of Seattle together.

Forever, he thinks. A bride for Frankenstein’s monster.

It’s too close to sentiment for Blaine, too close to Don E’s cupid’s-arrow insights, and so Blaine simply pushes aside everything but the taste and scent and feel of Kitty against him. Every breath he draws is a tempest, his chest rising and falling with the fury of a Nor’easter. The veins on his neck stand out, dark and pronounced, as if they are bracing against the surge of anger pulsing through him. The hand he holds her close with trembles with barely contained rage, and in her hair, his fingers are still curled into a fist so tight that the knuckles whiten, nails dug into the palm, the pain a mere whisper against the roar of his baser emotions.

She’s practically climbing him, riding his thigh, a leg wrapping around his hip, the other en pointe like a ballerina to even out their heights, and he slams her back against the doorjamb with little regard for gentleness. This kiss edges on erupting into violence at any moment. It’s the rage, he knows, full-on zombie mode, but all he can think of is how he wants her begging underneath him—for pardon or pleasure, it makes no difference to him. He just wants her to submit. He just wants to conquer her.

Blaine clenches his fist against her scalp again, too tightly, and she whimpers into his open mouth.

“Blaine.”

The kiss has gone on for an eternity, or maybe it’s only been a handful of seconds. Blaine falters when the red haze begins to recede, when he registers that the pliant, pronounced curve at her waist is lower than he expects, and when he realizes that he has forced Kitty to a tiptoe with his hold in her hair.

Tiptoe?

And then, the voice saying his name…is not the husky, velvet timbre that he was listening for. Raspy, yes, the lilt of a woman well-kissed, but higher in octave. And Kitty wouldn’t need to stand on tiptoe to make their heights align. She’s only about an inch or two shorter than he is.

Blaine’s eyes fly open as he pulls away.

Staring up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips bite-swollen and red, cheeks so flushed that her pale skin seems almost sunburned, is Darcy.

“Oops,” Blaine says dumbly, chest still heaving. “Wrong brat.”

“Dude. What the fuck.”

Blaine’s head swings toward Don. E, who stands facing them, frozen. His face oscillates between shock and disbelief.

Mortification swamps him, the last of the rage receding. Blaine eases the petite woman down from his thigh until her feet hit the floor, and then he lets go of the handful of Darcy’s hair that he’s still clutching, smoothing it with a few awkward pats as she sways on her feet and smiles dazedly. He takes a slow step back.

“I, uh—”

The frozen silence is broken by Kitty’s astonished voice from the bar.

“What the hell is going on?”

Blaine’s head whips to the right, where he sees her at the closest end of the bar, her eyes twice as wide as Don’s, a bottle held aloft.

Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Blaine clears his throat, straightens his suit jacket, and waves a dismissive hand at her. He tries his damnedest to put a firmness in his voice that he absolutely doesn’t feel. “Nothing to see here. Just, uh, new employee appreciation.” He turns back to Darcy, who has sagged back against the door, still looking as though she’s been hit by some unexpected natural disaster. He picks up her hand and pumps it overzealously. “Welcome to the team.”

Darcy swoons. Don E is there to catch her, and as he carries his wife to a nearby table in the bar area, Blaine takes the chance to slip backward into his office, close the door, and lock it.

As Blaine sinks down into his desk chair, a last quote comes to him—appropriate to his current faux pas. He says it to the empty room, a mirthless chuckle rolling up as he buries his head in his hands.

“Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.”

Blaine wonders how he’s ever going to show his face in his own bar again.

Find me at AO3 for more Blaine x Kitty fun in the motherfic of this one-shot (Lay You in the Ground) Here. Thank you for reading! <3

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blogger360ncislarules · 7 months ago

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The Cooper family has signed off the air for good.

After seven seasons, Young Sheldon aired its moving, two-part series finale on Thursday, May 16. Cast members including Iain Armitage, Raegan Revord, and Annie Potts paid tribute to their time on the CBS comedy, showing their love on social media.

Armitage, 15, who played young Sheldon Cooper, posted on Instagram, "I’ve always wondered what this day would feel like and now it’s here! Thank you for a wonderful ride. I will miss everyone so much and I want you to know that it’s been an honor to play this part, and it’s been a joy to work with people I love so much."

"I’m excited to see what’s next and I hope you’ll join me on the next chapter, whatever that is. ❤️ I truly hope you enjoy the finale. It was made with a lot of love," the actor added, alongside a photo of himself posing on a couch.

Revord, 16, who played Missy Cooper, posted a video featuring moments from their time on the show, alongside the caption, "Over the years I’ve watched a lot of my favorite shows have their series finales and one thing I always thought about is how heartbreaking it must be to say goodbye, never thinking about my own because it seemed so far into the future."

"Here I am on the day of my own finale heartbroken. I love this cast, our incredible crew, and these characters so much not having them in my life everyday seems impossible. But I’m also filled with wonderful memories, a beautiful childhood, a family forever, and gratitude," Revord continued.

"Thank you to those that have tuned in over the years and for loving these characters as much as we do. I hope you enjoy the finale tonight, it’s some of the most beautiful episodes of TV I’ve ever watched. ❤️"

Sharing a photo alongside Coach Dale Ballard actor Craig T. Nelson, 80, Potts, 71, who played Meemaw, wrote, "❤️Love and Gratitude for 7 great seasons #YoungSheldon."

Caleb Emery, 30, who played Darren, posted a grab of him and Armitage on his Instagram Stories, writing, "Congrats to this guy! What a run! Glad I was a part of it!"

Pastor Jeff Hodgkins actor Matt Hobby was among those posting about the finale, writing alongside two photos, "My first day at Young Sheldon, and my last day at Young Sheldon."

"I’m so grateful to have been a part of this wonderful story for 7 years. I will miss these kind, genius, loving people. I’m so proud that this will always be a part of my life. #youngsheldon," Hobby added.

Wyatt McClure, 15, who played Billy Sparks, added, "Bittersweet day today. Series finale of Young Sheldon is on tonight. Although the end is coming I have made lifelong friends forever."

"Get your tissues ready. Thank you to everyone on the show who made this the greatest 7 years possible. Looking forward to the next chapter!#cbsyoungsheldon #cbs," McClure added.

Melissa Joan Hart, 48, who directed a handful of episodes of the show, shared multiple snaps with the cast on Instagram, writing, "Bittersweet post about the series finale of @youngsheldoncbs tonight!"

"I had the absolute honor to direct a handful of episodes for this groundbreaking show with this incredible cast and so many icons coming thru the door as guest stars as well! What's a ride and congrats to all my friends on a show that made people laugh, cry and come back to appointment television! #YoungSheldon."

Nora guest star Kate Flannery, 59, wrote on Instagram, "Congratulations @youngsheldoncbs What a great run! Thank you @iain you are a smart, funny, and very kind soul. It was so great working with you. A finale is a graduation! Thank you for letting me be a small part of this lovely show a few short years ago. ❤️ You did it!!"

Vyvy Nguyen, who also guest starred on the show, then shared a cute clip on Instagram of her and Armitage having an "oink-off," writing, "I had the absolute best time working on the show, playing the mother to Tam, Sheldon’s high school best friend, and it’s been so fun to receive messages from people discovering it on Netflix. Congrats on seven wonderful seasons! #youngsheldon."

Jim Parsons, 51, and Mayim Bialik, 48, also starred in the show, reprising their roles from The Big Bang Theory, portraying adult Sheldon and his wife Amy, respectively.

In exclusive interviews with PEOPLE at PaleyFest 2024 in April, the cast reflected on the years they spent together filming the beloved CBS comedy.

“It's been very bittersweet. It's not an easy thing to know that something that's been so wonderful for us is coming to an end,” Zoe Perry, 40, who played Mary Cooper, said. “But I think I can speak for everyone that we're all just really grateful that we've gotten to tell this story, tell it for as long as we have, get to experience the audience reactions and how wonderful they've been. I think we're just so appreciative. Truly.”

Montana Jordan, 21, who played Georgie Cooper, described his castmates as a true-blue “family,” even when the cameras weren’t rolling as they did activities together outside of work. Revord in particular, bugged him “all the time” via text “to do stuff."

"I got two older sisters in real life, and on the show I got a little brother and a little sister, so I got the best of both worlds,” Jordan said, adding, “We've been a family ever since the first day we met — and we're still a family. Just because the show's ending don't mean we're not going to continue being a family. That's what kind of bond we got.”

Potts, for her part, grew emotional when PEOPLE asked her at the same event about her experiences working with Young Sheldon's younger actors.

"They were this big, and now look at them,” she said. “My God, they all turned out so beautiful and so sweet, and we feel like we had a hand in raising them … When we started out, they would sit in my lap and just play with my fingers and kiss me and tell me they love me all day long. That, and they still do actually."

#young sheldon

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years ago

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matrimony

eddie munson x f!y/n

1.4k words

it’s been two years. everything is calm. eddie, one summer morning in july, asks if you’d marry him today.

contains: fluff so much fluff, v2 fixit, established relationship ofc, almost everyone is in this one, non-traditional wedding but not really a wedding technically tw: cursing, alcohol a/n: just a fluffy little thing after a rough night, inspired by the song matrimony by tennis, one of my all-time favorites. also the ring thing is totally bill & ted 🫣🫶 usually i like to proofread but i tried to write this quick and post late before bed so if it’s wonky anywhere — that’s why disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online

You didn’t even gasp or cry. There was no big reaction. No fanning or skipping in place or oh my god oh my god oh my god!’s You didn’t faint. You didn’t need to when it felt so natural, like it was meant to happen now.

But your heart swelled, oh, so so high into your chest when you woke up on the couch to see him on the floor in front of you, on one knee. Presenting to you one of those little plastic capsules you get from the quarter toy vending machines you see at the supermarket.

He presents it to you with such an earnest glint in his eyes, wide and puppy-like and nervous and excited, lips parted just barely as he takes low, deep breaths, trying not to seem like he’s out of breath but he’s very much out of breath.

You think about how cute he looks staring at you like that, then you wonder how long you’d been asleep so you could ask him to rewind the movie you’d been watching together, and then your eyes flick to the capsule in his cupped hands.

“Wassat, Eds?” You rub a fist into your eye, sitting up on an elbow. He just nudges his cupped hands towards you, brows knitted together, nibbling his bottom lip now.

You smirk and pick up the capsule, pop it open and dump the contents into your open palm. Eddie holds his breath.

In your hand is a plastic ring, thin neon yellow band with a bright pink plastic heart adorning it.

You look at Eddie, Eddie’s been staring at you. You look at the ring.

“It’s a placeholder, I promise, I-I’m saving up another three months at the shop for one I’ve been lookin’ at that’s perfect, baby, it’s perfect but— but then I saw the rings in the vending machine and I felt like— like it was a sign, y’know, and then you— god, you look so fucking cute when you’re nap—“

You hold his cheeks tight and kiss him quiet, grinning so wide it hurts, the ring already settled nicely on your finger as you grab him and pull him in.

“Okay, Eddie,” you pant, giggling breathlessly.

“Today??” He gasps, nudging his nose along yours and kissing and kissing and kissing you.

“Okay, Eddie,” you laugh, tugging him into another kiss.

He’s laughing and cackling and pulling you into him and collapsing back onto the floor and sliding his hands over all over you and kissing you all over your face as you laugh together.

Everyone’s there within a few hours of you radioing them, carpooling in a few vehicles; they all hop out in their casual best grinning easy smiles, running to you both eagerly with congrats! and you guys are crazy! and did you expect anything different? It’s Eddie and y/n!

Robin and Nancy whisk you away into the trailer, Eleven, Max, and Erica holding Eddie back as he watches them steal you from him, warning him not to peek until you were ready. Steve pats his back, and along with the other boys as well as Wayne they bide their time, Eddie attempting to chain smoke and Steve plucking away every single one — sorry man, Robin’s orders.

Dustin is choked up and weepy, happy for his friends, Mike and Lucas pretending they’re above it while harboring teary eyes of their own as Will commends the decision, eagerly beginning a drawing. Steve sips beer with Eddie and Wayne, Eddie’s can trembling in his hand but he can’t stop smiling.

“I’m marryin’ her, man.”

“You’re marrying her,” Steve toasts, lifting his can and chuckling as the other two follow suit.

Max and Eleven pester the other boys with questions of whose turn it’d be next. Mike, of course, looked mortified. Lucas, more like he was envisioning, smiling a little — hiding it — but playfully brushing Max off while Erica encouraged her teasing.

Inside the trailer is all soft giggles and quiet murmuring. Nancy had brought a gift at your request — something cute but not, y’know, too cute.

“y/n what does that even mean?” She had asked over her walkie.

“You know what I mean, Nance,” you snort, trusting her judgement, and clamp down the radio antenna.

On the other side of town Nancy rolled her eyes. She knew what you meant.

You slide into a dress she’d picked up on the way, a pale creamy color, simple and everyday — nothing fancy. She raises her eyebrows as you add another feature — Eddie’s Dio vest.

Robin sits you down and they fuss over your hair and makeup, Robin snipping little bits of hair ends away with Eddie’s kitchen shears to tidy things up, little puffs of Eddie’s hairspray here and there; Nancy dabs color into your lips and cheeks — a bit of mascara, a little dusting of powder.

They stand back and glance at each other before smiling at you.

“You ready, y/n?” Robin asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“Ready since this morning,” you reply.

They grin and each hold out a hand, which you take in both of yours as they hoist you up.

He can’t breathe for a moment when you come back out, hidden behind Nance and Robin for a moment before you appear between them, tucking some hair behind your ear as you smile bashfully. Suddenly it was hard to look at him, you felt shy under his adoring gaze.

Eddie stands slowly, the others rising as well, and Wayne comes up to take your arm.

“Git in place, boy,” he reminds his nephew, and Eddie physically snaps out of it before tripping over himself to the backyard, the party laughing and following after.

“When you’re ready, sweetheart,” Wayne grumbles warmly, smiling under his stubble. He pats your hand linked around his arm.

“Ready since this morning,” you repeat with a giggle.

Wayne leads you out back and everyone must have rehearsed when you were inside because they’re all standing together watching for you. Max comes up and places a sunflower in your hands, you recognize from her mother’s garden. She kisses your cheek and joins the party. It’s quiet save for the breeze and the birds chirping, and the thudding in your ears when you see Eddie, who stands away from the group with Dustin. Your heart soars to the moon and back and everything feels like it’s just been falling into place all day.

Wayne guides you forward, kisses your cheek before leaving you at Eddie’s side, Dustin standing with the two of you, sniffling and smiling shakily.

Eddie so very tenderly takes your hands into his and it feels like there’s a weight on your gaze, can’t make it up past his chest, but you feel his burning into you and it heats you up and makes you flustered, you fidget a little. But when you finally conquer the weight and your eyes meet you feel your soul take flight, your body relaxes and you soften into his touch with a feather-light sigh. Eddie looks like he can’t believe his eyes, whispers a soft ohh my god when you meet his gaze and he has to stop himself from kissing you too early, until Dustin says,

“Eddie just kiss her already.”

And he does with fervor, wrapping you against him and lifting you off the ground, you clutch the sunflower against his back. Your ears are suddenly filled with squeals and cheers and whistling and laughter and clapping.

“Man and wife!” Dustin declares, gesturing to your combined forms, happy tears running down his cheeks.

The party gathers around you both and you laugh. You laugh about how the world was ending a few years ago but how small of a problem it seemed now. You laugh because your family surrounds you and reminds you that the world is good and you are loved.

Maybe it wasn’t real a real wedding, it wasn’t official, maybe the ring was plastic, maybe it wasn’t what a wedding was meant to be.

But it was Eddie, it was your friends — the party. So what? So what if it would be a while that he could afford a “real” ring — you didn’t need it. So what if there wasn’t a officiant — you both adored Dustin to bits. So what that the most obvious place to do this was in the backyard of your trailer — this was your home. This was your family.

The love was there and it filled you so full, and that was all you needed; that’s all it took.

Later that night after the celebrations had dwindled down, Will gifts you both with the drawing he’d been working on all day — you and Eddie as your DnD characters, valiantly staring down a horde of demobats, weapons in hand.

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spencestyles · 3 years ago

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Instagram Girl (pt 2)

summary: you meet spencer’s team after finding out they’ve seen your instagram

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: none

words: 1k+

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y/u/n

liked by 5,823

you can't tell but our shoes are matching

comments

drreid: I told you to caption it "Matchy, matchy" but whatever, we're still cute.

penelope_meow: THIS IS SO CUTE I SHIP

y/u/n: @penelope _meow you must be one of Spencer's work friends, the technical analyst

"Spencer did your work friends find out about us?" you asked.

“They did, I guess our technical analyst-“

“Penelope,” you cut him off.

"Yes, Penelope, she saw that I commented on your picture, which I almost never do, and she looked at the post and then stalked your account," Spencer explained.

"Can I meet them now?" you asked, knowing yes would be your answer. Spencer never said no to you.

"There is a dinner at Rossi's tonight," Spencer said. "I was going to ditch it, but if you want to meet the team I can tell Dave we're coming."

"Yes we are going," you said. "I need to shower, I'll be out in like ten minutes."

In the BAU groupchat

y/n and I are coming to dinner tonight

Penelope: OMG FINALLY

Dave: Good! I made extra pasta!

Jennifer: I can't wait to meet her!

You walked out of the shower and saw Spencer smiling at his phone, "What are you smiling at?"

"My friends are excited to meet you," Spencer said.

"I'm feeling anxious," you said honestly. "What should I wear?"

"Wear that new black dress you got," Spencer said.

"Are you sure you want me to wear that?" You asked honestly. "I mean it is pretty scandalous for me to just be meeting your team."

"Derek has been making fun of me for being a virgin for years" Spencer explained. "I want them to know I have a sexy girlfriend that I sleep with nightly." You laughed and walked into your shared bedroom and changed. You walked out ready to leave.

"Spence, we should leave now," you said.

"Wow," Spencer began. "Maybe, you should change."

"Spencer Walter, I am not changing" you said. "I knew this was going to happen, I am not changing. Don't make a fool out of yourself. We are leaving." You were freaking out. You had never met Spencer's team and you knew they were going to be critical. They were his best friends.

You stepped out of Spencer car and looked at David's house, well mansion, "Wow."

"Just wait until you see whats on the inside," Spencer laughed. You walked up to the front of the house shaking. You were so nervous and Spencer also made you late. Spencer knocked on the door and you heard the noise from inside the house stop and people walking to the door. The door opened and six familiar people stood smiling at the door.

"Hello," Spencer said. "Team this is my girlfriend, y/n this is my team."

"Hi," you said softly as David took you inside.

"Can you guys not be so awkward, try not to scare her off. Jesus Christ," Spencer whisper-yelled at the team.

"Sorry Pretty Boy, but we are just excited to see Spencer's hot new girlfriend," Derek said.

"Don't call my girlfriend hot," Spencer said. "I know she is." Smirking, Spencer walked away to his girlfriend who was talking to Aaron and David.

"So y/n, Spencer told us you are a teacher," Aaron said.

"Yeah I'm an English teacher, I have a Phd in Literature," you responded.

"Spencer never told us you had a Phd," David said.

"I don't talk to many people about it, especially since I'm a high school English 9 teacher," you said quietly.

"Well, y/n, I have a seven year old, and he is not the best reader," Aaron began. "Maybe you could help him out."

"I would love to, but don't be too worried if he's not a strong reader, all kids read at different paces," you said feeling Spencer's arm around your waist. "Not everyone is Spencer Reid. I couldn't even read properly until I was nine, all the words were jumbled because I was so stressed about reading properly."

"Well lets eat," David said. "The pasta is going to get cold." You all walked over to the table sitting down. You sat between David and Spencer.

"So y/n," JJ began passing around a salad bowl. "How did you and Spencer meet?"

"Well we were guest lecturing at the same class," The team looked at you strangely. "Because of my background in literature, I helped sex crimes with a case that had to do with poetry." They nodded in understanding. "So we were lecturing and after the class we were talking because Spencer made this super silly joke about Romeo and Juliet, which thinking about it was a very strange dark humor. But I found it funny so I asked him to coffee and basically we talked about books and why a high school English teacher was helping the FBI." The team smiled.

"I'm glad he met you y/n," Derek said. "I haven't seen Pretty Boy this happy in a long time."

"Pretty boy?" you asked.

"It's a nickname I made up for him when he first joined the team," Derek said as the team snickered.

"So that must be why Spencer got super weirded out when I started calling him that," you said.

"No way, pretty girl calls pretty boy, pretty boy?" Penelope asked.

"Yes and no," you explained. "Now it is mainly a joke, but I do say it because it is very true." The team laughed while Spencer blushed profusely.

y/u/n

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finally got to meet spencer's work friends

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drreid: They love you almost as much as I do.

penelope_meow: YOU ARE AMAZING.

jenniferjareau: We need to have a girls night! SOON!

drreid

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pretty girl

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y/u/n: I love you

derek1118morgan: she almost may be prettier than you pretty boy

emily_prentiss: if you two ever end things let me know @y/u/n

y/u/n

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note to self: always let Jennifer Jareau pick out your outfits for brunch with the girls

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jenniferjareau: this fit >>>>

drreid: You look amazing as always

rossidave: Your Italian is showing

y/u/n

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spence finally got the guts

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drreid: Can't wait to spend forever and a day with you

aaronhotchnerBAU: Congratulations y/n, Jack and I are excited for you both

penelope_meow: You need to tell me all about it sunshine

jenniferjareau: Me too!

emily_prentiss: Me three!

y/u/n: Girls night tonight?

derek1118morgan: Congrats y/n, glad you said yes because I was hyping Spencer up all week

rossidave: Congratulations y/n, talk to me if you need help with planning the wedding. My back yard is a great and free space.

y/u/n

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this is the only photo from the bachlorette party that we have a decent amount of clothes on

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emily_prentiss: BEST NIGHT EVER

jenniferjareau: Never let me drink that much again

penelope_meow: I NEED to see those other pictures

derek1118morgan: So do I baby girl

drried: No you don't Derek

drreid: Hopefully it was your best last night out as a y/l/n

y/nreid

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happy

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drreid: I love you

drreid: You looked absolutely beautiful today

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gamerwoo · 4 years ago

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[SKZ Imprinted] Felix: Home is Where the Heart Is

a/n: i don’t have any of the og requests from when i first posted skz imprinted but just know all of these were requested a very long time ago, and i hope you still enjoy them now :]

Characters: Felix x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, barista au, sorta college au but nobody ever goes to class apparently lmao, fluff, angst, a lil humor, kinda a bit of everything ig

Word count: 4,302

Summary: You have to return back home after your semester of studying abroad is up, but you haven’t told anyone that. But when Felix finds out that you have to go, he knows there’s only one way to convince you to stay. However, his plan may backfire on him.

a/n: things in bold are in korean and things not in bold are in english. i know it’s usually the other way around but.....well you’ll get it when you read it lmao. also i would like to preface this by saying i’ve only ever been to an airport once so i have no idea what i’m talking about lmao

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You and Felix felt at home with each other, and you figured it was just because he spoke English like you did. Sure, he was from a different country than you, but you thought his accent was cute, and you loved when he’d gush about his home country. In return, he’d listen to your stories of white Christmases – as apposed to his that he spent on the beach – and poke fun at your American accent. When you two had conversations, it was always in English, since it was easier for both of you.

Making the move to Korea was a little difficult but you’d always wanted to visit the country. You were excited to study abroad for a semester, but you were scared to make friends because you knew that you’d be leaving them all. To avoid the heartbreak of telling any of them, you just chose to keep it to yourself. You’d cross that crumbling bridge when you got to it.

But you almost wanted to tell the newest coworker that you were working with, because you’d just gotten so much closer with him than anybody else you’d met. It happened so quickly, too, so you felt like maybe you kinda had a crush on the cute, freckle-faced Australian.

Maybe.

“If I eat the entire can of whipped cream, nobody will know,” Felix insisted for the umpteenth time, already having the silver can in one hand as he spurted some cream into his open mouth. “I can blame it on customers.”

“I think the security cameras will tell another story,” you chuckled, gesturing to the few behind the counter, aimed at the registers.

Felix looked up at them with a frown, licking his lips clean of extra cream before putting the can back in the fridge, “Stop being right.”

“Stop being dumb,” you giggled, tossing a dirty rag at his chest. “Get to cleaning the blenders, newbie.”

It didn’t matter what you said to Felix, he always complied without protest. He would do anything for you, no questions asked. He was so whipped, but you didn’t even realize it.

Felix immediately brightened just seeing your face, which was why he took up extra shifts immediately after being hired. You were a student, yes, but you spent all of your free time at the café because you didn’t really have anything else to do. Although, Felix always suggested he show you around Korea, and you didn’t mind that offer. Unfortunately, both of you were always too busy to do anything together.

As Felix went to the sink, the shop door dinged, and you turned toward the counter. You recognized the faces of his group of friends that frequented the shop often.

“Helloooo!” you grinned as Chan stepped up to the counter, a bright smile on his face. “What can I get you guys today?”

“If we order a slap to the back of Felix’s head, does she have to deliver?” you heard Seungmin whisper to Jisung, who just snorted in reply.

Felix turned hearing his friend’s voices, a wide grin taking over, “Hey! What’re you guys doing here?”

“We had a break between classes,” Chan shrugged. “Aeri is supposed to meet us here, but she’s busy with Aya right now.”

“Oh yeah, congrats on confessing, by the way,” Felix nodded as he approached the counter where you stood, drying off his hands on a cleaner rag. “Can’t wait for her to get here so I can completely embarrass you some more.”

You got back to taking their orders, putting them into the register one by one while Felix started working on them. Once his friends were taken care of and settled at a few tables that they’d pushed together, you and Felix went back to lounging and talking casually.

As much as you hated to admit it, you’d miss Felix when you left. You told yourself you’d never get feelings, but this boy had wormed his way into your heart quickly, and you already knew it would break when you had to leave. Would it be better to tell him or to just leave? You didn’t know yet.

But you only had two weeks.

“Remember how I said we should hang out so I can show you around?” Felix spoke up once he had finished cleaning the blenders.

You nodded with a hum, refilling the ice as you did so.

“What would you want to do first?” he wondered, turning to face you.

You pursed your lips in thought, trying to think of something you’d always wanted to do since arriving. Truthfully, you were just interested in the lights of the beautiful city, wanting nothing more than to walk the streets at night and see everything you could. It was cliché, and maybe a little too instagram-y, but you wanted to experience the aesthetic of the city that you’d always pictured in your head.

“I’d want to wander, and decide from there,” you finally told him with a sure nod, and a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you imagined doing all of it with Felix. “Why, what would you recommend?”

The bell to the shop dinged, and Felix walked up to the counter, saying softly over his shoulder, “I prefer to follow your lead.”

The two of you were setting the chairs up on the tables for closing when Felix’s loud excited voice spoke up over the Cher song he was playing through the speakers in the café.

“Let’s go right now! I’ll show you the city!”

And what did you have to lose? You had two weeks left before you went home, and you had yet to spend time outside of work with your favorite friend and coworker. Why the hell not?

An hour later, you were in the heart of the city with Felix’s jacket around you as the cool night air nipped at you and made your cheeks and the tip of your nose cold. The city at night was everything you expected it would be, and it was even better thanks to Felix, you made sure to point out everything he thought you’d like. He didn’t disappoint.

“Here you go!” he grinned, spinning around from the food cart to hand you the food he had recommended to you. Even though he preferred to follow your lead, he still gave his input when he felt it was needed. “It’s on me.”

“Felix--”

“Ah, I don’t want to hear any backtalk!” he held a finger up to you, almost touching your lips, and making you go cross-eyed as you looked at it. He giggled at your expression and dropped his hand. “That was cute.”

You cheeks warmed as you bit into your food so you wouldn’t have to reply. Felix nodded for you to follow him before weaving through the crowded sidewalk, in search of something else to do or see. He ended up leading you to a long bench that had an old couple sitting at one end. He sat at the other end, letting you sit on the inside of the bench and away from the bustling traffic of people walking by.

“So, _____,” Felix began before he took a bite of his food.

You laughed softly, sitting crisscross on the bench, “So, Felix.”

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered, his hand ghosting over his mouth as he chewed.

“Sure,” you shrugged, not knowing what he would ask, but a little intrigued to find out.

“Do you get homesick?”

While people have asked you if you missed your home, Felix hardly ever asked. You didn’t know why he suddenly would, unless…maybe he was homesick? But he had Chan to talk about this stuff with, didn’t he?

You just shrugged again, “Sometimes. Why, do you?”

“Well, yeah, but…” he flashed you a worried look, “you’ve seemed kind of off recently, and I didn’t know if it was because you missed being home.”

‘Actually, it’s because I’m going home,’ you thought to yourself.

Instead, you just shook your head and put on your most convincing smile, trying to trick him into thinking everything was okay, “Nope! I’m fine, Felix. Promise.”

The sandy-haired boy eyed you warily, but didn’t push the subject. He knew if you didn’t want to talk about something, he shouldn’t try to force you. He just wished you’d trust him a little more. You were his mate after all, you just didn’t know it.

“You know,” he began again, his tone a lot more upbeat this time, “I visit home with my parents twice a year. I should take you sometime so you can actually experience Christmas on a beach. You can see my people: the kangaroos!”

You laughed, though it was bittersweet knowing that it would never happen. In two weeks, you’d be back home, and you didn’t think you’d ever see Felix again. However, you just went along with his fantasy, wishing it could be real.

“Definitely, Felix. I’d love that.”

The next two weeks were torture for your heart. The more you thought about never seeing Felix again, the worse you felt. You really didn’t think your feelings for him were this strong, but you cried almost every night thinking that Felix would be on the other side of the world from you.

To make matters worse, you still hadn’t told him.

That night that you hung out with Felix, he had won a pair of cheesy friendship bracelets from a claw machine that the two of you now wore every day. You wouldn’t admit it to him, but those bracelets held a lot more meaning to you than just a friendship you’d made studying abroad. He felt the same, but couldn’t admit that to you.

The last few days in Korea left you feeling depressed and empty. The only thing getting you out of bed was remembering you’d see Felix at the café, but you couldn’t even act cheery there. Felix asked if you were feeling okay – he’d never seen you act so depressed before – but you just told him that you were catching a cold and felt sluggish. He did everything to cheer you up, but knowing that his bright smile and warm laugh wouldn’t be there to help you soon just made you feel worse.

The night before you left for back home, you were closing up with a different coworker. You had left a note on the counter for Felix, who was opening in the morning. You couldn’t just leave him in the dark about you suddenly disappearing, so you had to tell him something. You just couldn’t bring yourself to even text or call him, let alone say it to his face.

Felix,

I was studying abroad here for a semester, but that semester is now over. I have to go back home to America, but I couldn’t find it in me to tell you. During my time here, I grew to care a lot about you – more than I cared about any of my other friends. Maybe more than platonically. I don’t even know how or why I like you so much already but I do… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I hope you can forgive me. I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, but I promise I’ll never ever forget you.

With love,

_____

You were at the airport at 6am, but you stalled going through security to get to your gate. Instead, you found a place to grab breakfast by bag check so you could get your luggage in and force yourself through customs.

You cried all night and all morning. You wondered if Felix got your note. You wondered if he hated you for not telling him, or if he thought everything was fake since you kept the biggest secret from him. You actually kind of hated yourself.

Your self-loathing was interrupted by a tall, foreign-looking girl sitting down one stool away from you. She glanced in your direction and gave a friendly, polite smile as she stabbed a straw into her iced coffee. You couldn’t even muster that up.

The girl frowned, “You don’t seem too happy. Not excited to leave?”

“No,” you sighed, shaking your head, “not at all. Where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m from America,” she explained, making you perk up just a bit.

“Me too…”

When she spoke again, it was in your native tongue, holding her hand out to shake yours. “My name’s Lila, but everyone calls me Faye.”

“_____,” you told her, shaking her warm hand.

“Why aren’t you excited to go back home? Don’t you get homesick?”

“I came here to study abroad for a semester, but…” you paused, trying to decide if what you were about to say was how you actually felt. You decided it was, “I think home for me is here. I’m more upset leaving here than I was leaving home.”

“That’s how I am,” Faye laughed softly with a nod of her head. “I met someone here, and wherever he is, is home.”

You nodded slowly, mulling over her words, “Yeah… I think I know what you mean. Are you coming back to him?”

“I always do,” she stated proudly, her smile widening. “I’m only going to America to visit for a week. I haven’t seen my family in a year, so I figured now is the best time to do it since the semester is over. He’s not happy about it, but he knows I’ll come back.”

You wished you could come back for Felix, but you didn’t have the time or the money. You’d be going back to college where you originally went, and you spent all your money to study abroad. You just couldn’t see Felix again, it wasn’t in your cards.

Little did you know that fate had brought you together because you were made for Felix, and fate would bring you back together a lot sooner than you thought.

Felix was panicked as soon as he read your note. He frantically tried to call you, but you’d already shut your phone off. Instead, he called Chan and asked him to pick him up at the café.

“Dude, it’s like, six in the morning,” the alpha groaned.

“_____’s leaving!” he cried. “She’s going back home, Chan, I need to--”

When Chan spoke again, his voice was less groggy and more intense, “I’m on my way. We’ll stop her.”

So Felix ditched his coworker he was supposed to open with, but they promised to make up an excuse for him if anybody asked – everyone knew about his huge crush on you except for, well, you – and went with Chan, Changbin, and Minho to the airport.

Meanwhile, you’d managed to get yourself to bag check and get in line for customs after your talk with the tall American you’d met. Her talk didn’t necessarily give you hope that you’d see Felix again, but at least it killed time. Now, you were just sort of hoping you’d miss your flight and you’d have to stay here because you couldn’t afford another ticket back home. Your dual citizenship would actually come in handy for once.

You couldn’t take your mind off of Felix, constantly looking at the cheap bracelet around your wrist. You already promised yourself you’d never take it off, but you wondered if Felix would eventually. It was probably just some dumb joke thing to him, right?

‘God, why do I already feel so strongly about some boy?’ you kept asking yourself.

You were even hearing his voice in your head, begging you to not go. You’d really made yourself delusional over him.

“_____, stop!”

No, that wasn’t in your head…

You turned around and saw Felix standing on his toes in the crowd that was starting to form for the early morning flights. A few of his friends were running after him through the automatic door, but he kept running toward you, begging you to not go.

Did you really mean that much to him too?

It didn’t even matter. You got out of line and ran toward him, hardly noticing how upset and distressed he looked. He caught you as you crashed into him, flinging your arms around him, and he let out a sigh of relief as he held you.

“You’re not gone yet,” he breathed, one hand stroking your hair. “God, I was so scared.”

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed, clinging to him desperately like he could fix this situation. “I wanted to tell you but I…I-I couldn’t!”

“Hey, it’s alright,” he chuckled, trying to calm you down as his friends caught up with him. “I’m just glad I could stop you.”

You pulled away a little to look at him, “Stop me…?”

He looked into your glassy eyes with a soft sigh. He let go of you and took both of your hands instead, “_____, the truth is…I’m in love with you. I know that sounds crazy because we’ve only known each other for a few months, but… Wow, this is going to sound so weird…”

Instead of continuing, Felix pulled you aside to a less populated corner. His friends stood in the area, but still tried to give you privacy. Your heart was beating out of your chest at the beginning of his confession, but you couldn’t understand why he could already love you. Sure, love didn’t have a time span but still.

“I know this’ll sound crazy, but just hear me out, okay?” Felix began again, his voice low and quiet. “I’m a...werewolf, _____. I imprinted on you as soon as a saw you, and...I will, quite literally...die without you. I need you in my life, _____, you can’t go.”

You just stared at him, not knowing what to do. A werewolf? Did those exist?

You didn’t even know when or why, but you started laughing. Not even hardy, warm laughter, but confused and crazy laughter. Felix looked so worried for you, but you just couldn’t stop laughing at him.

“That’s…” you finally got out, but you didn’t even know how to finish the sentence.

A werewolf? There wasn’t any way that was real.

“I…have to go,” you told him, slowly pulling your hands away from his.

Werewolf. Felix was crazy. You were crazy for falling for someone who would make something up like this.

Right?

“N-no!” Felix begged, looking more afraid than he had since he showed up. “_____, please, I know it sounds weird but--”

“Felix, I have a whole life back home!” you told him. “I have a family, and friends, and an education. I can’t drop everything for someone who makes some crazy confession to get me to stay. I wanted to stay but…a werewolf, Felix? Really?”

“_____, please--”

You shook your head, your voice lowering as you stared at him sadly, “I’m sorry, Felix. Goodbye.”

With that, you turned and jogged toward the custom’s line again, leaving Felix to fall to his knees as he watched you go.

The entire time waiting for the plane, being on the plane, and then the first week you were home, you wondered if Felix wouldn’t have made that story up if you had told him you were leaving beforehand. You wondered if Felix ever showed any red flags of being the lying kind of person, or even crazy, but he’d always seemed sweet and normal.

A werewolf? How dumb did he think you were?

But still, you could never bring yourself to take your bracelet off. And you still cried over the Australian boy that made you feel at home. You were physically home, and you didn’t even feel like you were.

After that first week of wallowing, you looked up werewolves. You found people on all sorts of blogs claiming they were the mate of a werewolf, but all their stories had some similarities. Imprinting as soon as they lay eyes on their mate, disappearing for a whole week twice a year -- in some cases with female werewolves, once a month -- and coming up with excuses, and sometimes catching a gleam of gold or red in their eyes.

It got even weirder when they described the imprinting pull. It perfectly described your feelings for Felix that had quickly grown as soon as you’d had a conversation with him. Sure, you always thought he was cute, but you were done for as soon as he grinned and you and laughed at something dumb you’d said.

It wasn’t possible he was telling the truth, was he? Because the blogs even said you’d hate being away from them, and god, did you hate not seeing Felix everyday. It hurt thinking you’d never see him again, and you just wanted to be with him.

What if he was telling the truth? Then…Felix really would die.

‘No, _____, you’re being crazy now,’ you told yourself.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling, even when a month of being home went by. Not a day went by you didn’t think about Felix, but you couldn’t bring yourself to contact him again. You were afraid it would open old wounds, and that would just hurt too much. So you just went to school, went to work, went straight home, sulked about Felix until you went to sleep, and repeated the process.

Until one night when your routine didn’t go as it usually did. You didn’t feel…depressed. You still didn’t feel good, but the emptiness didn’t feel as empty and you didn’t know why. Maybe you were getting over Felix. Maybe the werewolf thing was a hoax.

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV as you normally did, when there was a knock on your door. You didn’t know why your heart sped up, but you assumed it was the anxiety of having to open the door for a stranger. You undid the locks and opened the door, expecting the landlord or a neighbor to be standing in the hallway.

Not the boy you were missing from Korea.

“Hey, _____” Felix smiled shyly, his thick accent making your heart race. “I hope you kept your promise and didn’t forget about me.”

You were speechless, so you just wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. A content hum rumbled in his chest, vibrating against you, and you were sure you’d never heard anybody make a weird sound like that before.

“How…?” your question trailed off, muffled by Felix’s jacket.

“I couldn’t just lose you,” he chuckled pulling away to look at you and wipe the tears that were slipping out. “Plus, I had to prove to you that I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t going to just lay down and die.”

Thought he looked like he was about to. He was definitely thinner now, and his eyes were much duller than you remembered them.

You took his hand and pulled him into your apartment before tightly shutting your door and locking it again, “How did you find me?”

“The imprinting pull,” he shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “I could track you anywhere if I needed to. …That sounded cuter in my head.”

You laughed softly and led him to sit on the couch beside you. You couldn’t help but notice the brightly-colored woven bracelet was still on his wrist, and you smiled to yourself, “I’ll give you a chance to explain, but only since you’re still wearing the bracelet.”

“So are you,” he noted with a soft blush in his face. “Alright… Well, I guess I should start with the eyes.”

You watched as Felix took a contact container out of his front pocket before he stuck his finger in his eye, taking out the brown from his eyes, and leaving him with a liquid gold color that you softly gasped at. It was so beautiful to look at, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction.

“This is already going better than I expected,” he noted as he took the second one out, closing the case before he set it on your coffee table. “I considered just shifting but…_____, your apartment is very small. Like, maybe smaller than Chan’s.”

“I’m just one person!” you huffed, slightly offended he’d insult your living space.

“Could be two people instead,” he said, using his toothy grin to try to convince you in his favor, as he used to do many time before.

And wow, did you miss that smile.

“Could be,” you nodded before your face fell, “but don’t you have to go home?”

“I am home!” he stated happily, poking the button of your nose. “You are home, _____; wherever you are is where my home is. That’s how imprinting works.”

It all definitely made sense now that it was confirmed that Felix wasn’t lying. It explained your feelings for him, and why you felt worse leaving Korea than you did leaving home. Felix was your home, and you had left him. But now you had him back, and things felt okay again.

“What about your pack?” you questioned, finding in your research that werewolves liked to stick together.

“Well, that depends on you...” he said sheepishly, gathering your hands in his. “I have a ticket to go back in two weeks. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but--”

“I’ll do it,” you immediately told him.

Felix definitely seemed shocked to say the least, “You will?”

“I thought you were lying at the airport,” you laughed, “but now that I know you weren’t, how can I say no? I won’t be home unless I’m with you.”

His grin spread across his face, crinkling his eyes and scrunching his nose, “It’s even cuter when you say it.”

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 3 years ago

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Mini Gillespie (part 2)-Charlie Gillespie

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting. This was requested by @gillespie_charlie. This was requested from my other account that I post these too.

-Samantha

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Your POV

Nine months later

I was in the kitchen washing the dishes when I felt a sharp pain near my lower abdomen. I let out a groan of pain, but felt something running down my leg. I looked down to find out that my water broke. I shouted for Charlie to come quickly.

“ Baby, what’s wrong?” he said rushing in

I turned to face him, but still holding on to the counter.

“ It’s time. The baby’s coming!” I said

He looked at me with wide eyes, but ran to grab the things we needed for the journey. I let out another groan in pain.

“ Charlie hurry please!” I shouted

“ I’m coming baby.” he said

I then felt his arms go under my knees and then I was being lifted off the floor. I wrapped one of my arms around the back of his neck to hold on.

“ It’s going to be okay darling.” He reassured me while speed walking to get to the car.

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We were about five minutes from the hospital when I got another sharp pain. Charlie moved his eyes from the road for a split second before going back to the road. I felt him rub little circles on my leg to calm me down a little.

Charlie’s POV

Right when I parked the car I rushed over to Y/n’s side to help her inside. I was speed walking with her in my arms.

“ Someone! My wifes in labor!” I shouted even though I didn’t need to.

“ Okay, put her down here sir.” a nurse said

Once she was down they started taking her to a room which I followed. When we got to the room I started getting a little anxious.

Your POV

While I was getting hooked up to all the machines I saw Charlie pacing.

“ Baby. come here.” I said

He looked over and carefully walked around to the other side of me.

“ Alright, everything looks super good. You should be able to push soon.” the nurse said

We both smiled and I thanked her. She then pushed a few buttons before leaving the room.

“ Are you excited to meet her?” I asked Charlie

He smiled at me and nodded. “ Yea super excited. Did you ever pick a name?” he asked

“ Yea, want to hear it?” I questioned

I saw his smile grow. “ What is it? Tell me please!”

I let out a giggle due to his excitement. “ Well, I was thinking about Carly Anne Gillespie.”

“ It’s perfect. Your perfect.” he said leaning down to my lips

Before our lips touched I whispered “ Smooth gillespie.”

He let out a chuckle before giving my lips a gentle kiss.

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I was lying on my side a little due to the epidural they gave me for the pain. I could hear Charlie talking to someone through his phone.

“ Yea, dude. We’re at the hospital right now.”

My guess is either Owen or Jeremy. I saw him looking over at me so I smiled. He gave me one back until going back to talking to the person. There was a knock on the door and when it opened my nurse smiled.

“ It’s time! Are you ready to push?”

I let out a nervous laugh, but nodded my head. She gently touched my shoulder.

“ It’s going to be okay sweetie.” I gave her a small smile

She then went back to setting everything up for the process.

Charlie’s POV

I was talking to Owen and Jeremy on a double facetime call with my headphones in. I was in the middle of a sentence when there was a knock on the door. I saw our nurse walk in super excited. I heard Owen’s voice say something, but didn’t answer. I turned back to the phone and told them.

“ Alright guys it’s time, so I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

They both said good luck before we all hung up. I then put my phone and headphones away to head back to Y/n/n.

“ You ready dad.” Rachel said

I looked up to find our nurse looking at me. I smiled and nodded.

“ I’m pumped.” I told her

She let out a laugh before more people came to help us with the birth of our daughter.

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I was watching the whole process with Y/n/n’s hand holding mine super tight which I didn’t really mind. If it helps her with the pain I won’t object to her from squeezing so tight. I heard Rachel say…

“ You're almost done sweetie. One more push and you're done.”

I felt her squeeze my hand again then we both heard the cries of our daughter.

“ Congrats you two!” Rachel said

I thanked her while she placed her on top of Y/n/n’s chest.

Your POV

I was physically exhausted, but powered through it for my daughter. Rachel gently placed her on me so that I could hold her.

“ Have you guys picked a name?” She asked

Charlie answered “ Her name is Carly Anne Gillespie.”

Rachel smiled at the name. She then walked away to write everything down. Charlie then asked to hold her which made me smile. He took her carefully out of my arms and walked around with her.

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It’s been about two days or so with Carly and it’s been a blast. I was actually getting her ready to head home today. I was packing up when I felt arms wrap around my waist.

“ Hey princess. How is everything going?” Charlie asked

I smiled and then leaned in for a kiss which I gave him.

The both of us then grabbed our things while I then picked Carly up in her car seat. We headed out of the hospital saying bye to everyone on the way out. When we got to the car I opened the back door and strapped Carly in before heading to my seat.

Charlie’s POV

I looked to my right to find soft snores coming from Y/n/n while in the back were even more little snores coming from. I smiled at my two girls before focusing back on the road.

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I parked the car and gently shook Y/n awake, so that we could go inside.

“ Hey sleeping beauty.”

I saw her eye’s flutter open. She gave me a tired smile and helped me take things inside. She then grabbed Carly out of the car. When we got inside the door Koa came running up to us. I bent down to give him some attention.

“ Hey Koa. Do you want to meet someone?”

I turned to Y/n which made her smile. I gently held Koa back so she could set Carly’s car seat down. Koa kept trying to get out of my hold, but I held on strong. Y/n then gave me a nod, so I realised Koa. I heard her say…

“ Koa gentle. This is the new family member.”

I smiled and grabbed my phone to snap a picture of the three of them. I was going to set that up as my lock screen later.

Third Person POV

The Gillepsie household was always filled with goofy and chaotic energy. When Carly Anne came she added so much more chaotic energy. Charlie could already tell that she was going to turn into a mini him. Y/n was offended by Charlie’s thoughts, but was excited for another Charlie in the house. Koa was especially happy to have a little friend to chill with. Everyone from the cast got to meet her from a zoom call since they all were at their home towns.

Charlie’s POV

It was around ten when I heard snores coming from the bedroom, so I walked in to find Y/n/n, Carly and Koa all curled up together. I decided to change and join the sleepover.

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First I would like to say sorry for all the little jumps I did in the story. Second of all I hope you enjoy and feel free to request more.

If any of you want you can pick your daughter's name I just chose that name because I liked it, but I don't mind if you want to pick a different one.

Enjoy again!!!

-Samantha

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trashytoastboi · 3 years ago

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hiii! Congrats on 1000 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 !! You're such a talented writer and fun to interact with!

If it's still available, may I ask for Marco with prompt 17 on your event asks with fem-Omega!reader?

If it's already taken or not a vibe, that's okay~♡ thanks again! And congrats again! ☆♡

Heyya! Thank you so much! 🥺 must admit I feel like a downright idiot. I finished this a week ago and was so convinced I posted it already T_T hope you enjoy!~🍀

(Female Pronouns)

1000 Follower Event!

Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Marco x F! Omega - #17. Possessiveness

Word count: 780 words

🍍Marco the Phoenix🍍

For {Name} and Marco, time spent was always precious no matter whether it was relaxing on the ship or taking a stroll around some island. As long as it was time spent with his omega, Marco was the furthest thing from fussy as long as he could spend time with his precious omega. Finding an opportunity when both had adequate time was often rare between the two and tried to take repose in the form of short breaks where they could be together. And by some stroke of fortunate luck, the two would have the entire day to themselves and for the first time in a while they could have something that resembles a date. It wasn't that they didn't have dates, but a known fact is that {Name} is just so kind and sweet, as well as easy to love. So naturally many in the crew were fond of her and doted on her as a younger sister. However the result of that ended up annoying Marco more often than not since many then wanted {Name's} time, usually he wouldn't mind as much. But since it had been encroaching on the quality time spent with {Name}it had begun to cause more instances and impulses of possessive tendencies in Marco, wishing for his omega's attention to be solely on him. Sometimes those thoughts even caught him off guard as well as the instance of irritation, “Marco....Marco...?”

{Name's} sweet voice caught him off guard and snapped him back to reality especially when hearing his name said with such a lingering endearment. It earned a smile from Marco who pushed all of his overthinking to the back of his mind. “Are you ready to go?” Marco smiled, an evident happy note in his tone as he took her hand and walked to the edge of the ship to disembark, feeling a twinge of excitement for everything they would do today. As they were about to leave, a familiar voice arose, calling {Name} on the ship; “{Name}! Are you going out today?” Ace chirped, halting the couple from leaving. Marco smiled, politely greeted him and sighed internally not wanting his possessive thoughts to get the best of him. “I can spend the day with you guys as well!” Ace chimes in, as {Name} politely declines. “Another time Ace, it's just me and Marco today” she replies with a smile to turn him down.

She only felt a little bad seeing Ace looking like an abandoned puppy, but today was for her and Marco to spend time together. Marco couldn't completely hide his proud little smirk, before grabbing her hand and leading the way.

Walking hand in hand, Marco leads the way remembering some vague details about the island since it is one of the few that he remembers visiting in the past, Marco especially wanted to make sure to keep her close, spotting a small stall a little out of the way. One where they made the cutest and most decorative candy, some were too pretty it was almost criminal to eat. Since {Name} was occupied with looking at the scenery, Marco deemed it a good idea to slip away and surprise her with all the pretty sweets. Of course the plan itself was all a good gesture, until he turned around to see some random alpha's hounding his omega for an ounce of her attention. His self-control seemed to snap as he gently grabbed {Name's} arm, pulling her towards him. Despite the action being forceful he never hurt her since his touch was still as gentle as ever. Considering his anger was towards the alpha's and not his omega. At first the strange alpha's wanted to protest until they recognized Marco, instantly shrinking back and stammering out his name as well as position as the first division captain. “If you realize that, then you should know better than to approach my omega” he stated firmly, making {Name} a little bashful yet happy in the process. An awkward silence fell over the group as one of the alpha's tried to protest , in response; Marco only took a single step forward, easily towering over the man as he reiterated his point with utmost clarity. “She is mine.”

Marco turned back to face {Name}, holding her hand and leading her away from the annoyances. It was a slight struggle attempting to keep up with Marco's strides, before he realized and apologized. A strained smile resting on his lips when he stole a look at {Name} “You're mine, right?” his voice seemed a little shaken, and seeking out some assurance from {Name}. Without a moment to pause or any hesitation {Name} smiled “I'm yours Marco.”

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fushiguromi · 4 years ago

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little bundle of sunshine — ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis: you and your daughter surprised ushijima by watching his volleyball game

pairing: dad!ushijima x f!reader

genre: fluff!! timeskip :))

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ahHhHhh i’m sorry if this is like ?? because it is my first time posting this kind of fic, so pls don’t judge me HAHAHHAHAHAHA

“Hello! Good morning.” You greeted the guard before walking to the daycare that was near your workplace.

You walked into your daughter’s classroom and you see her sitting quietly on a chair, observing her other classmates.

She’s just quiet while swinging her little legs because her feet don't reach the floor. She hugs her backpack closely to her lap and put her head on top of it.

You knocked on the door to excused your daughter and just smiled at the teacher and greeted her.

The five-year-old who looked more like her father glanced up to you, and a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She called running towards you with a piece of paper in her hand. She presented it to you as you knelt to be on her height.

“Wook! I drew dada!” She excitedly said while swaying her body left to right and you take the paper from her hands and rubbed her head with your other hand.

“You’re good! It’s amazing, baby.” You looked over her with her big dark olive-brown eyes looking up to you. “Want to go watch daddy play?” You asked, already knowing her answer.

A big smile came onto her face as she jumped up and down, “Yes!” She always loves watching her father play and cheering for him.

Ushijima often jokes about having another one soon, so he can have a whole cheering team because you both get always baby fever whenever she’s around which is always.

You stood up and put out your hand for her to reach, “let’s get changed first, and then we’ll go.” She grabbed your hand as you got her backpack and headed to the bathroom to change.

You changed her school uniform to a volleyball jersey with Ushijima’s number on it and some shorts, fixing her hair to make it pigtails. You then changed quickly into jeans and a t-shirt with his number too.

You walked out and headed to your car. She easily goes to her car seat with excitement and because of your busy schedule, you don’t get to watch every game, so Ushijima would be surprised to see you and your daughter watch his game today.

You pulled into the parking lot of the venue, you made sure to look out for your daughter so she wouldn't run across the street because sometimes her excitements overboard.

As you walked in, the venue was already filled with many fans and visitors as the teams were about to play. You held your daughter firmly on your hip so you wouldn't lose her as you walked to find a seat in the front.

When you already settled on the front row, your daughter looked around for her dad and you pointed him out to her as they were all on the side, warming up and doing their drills.

“Daddy!” She screamed, waving up her two hands.

Ushijima stopped warming up and looked around, recognizing his daughter's voice. He didn’t know you were coming today and it was kind of a surprise. “Daddy!” She yelled again, this time he glanced towards you with wide eyes and smiled.

Standing up and walking over, “Dad! Wook!” She pulled out her jersey to show him. He smiled and pinched her cheek and kissed her forehead before reaching over to pick her up from you.

“My cheerleaders came here to support me?” he asked and looked at you.

She giggled and leaned more into him. You always wonder why she’s more a daddy’s girl when she always spends time with you.

“I got off early and we couldn’t waste this because everyone is looking forward to this game and we wanted to be here to support you.” You reached over and ran your fingers to your daughter's hair as she snuggled to her dad.

You felt almost everyone's eyes are on your family, “plus, she loves watching you play.” As you converse with Ushijima, many flashing lights are directed to you and your daughter.

Ushijima put her head on his chest to shield her from the cameras, he looked up over to you and smiled.

“What about you?” He teased, looking at your shirt because of his jersey number.

You smiled and moved closer to him, “you know that I have admired watching you play since you’re in high school. That's why we have this ray of sunshine.” He smirked, recalling what it would do to you to watch him play.

“Besides, it's been a while. I must show everyone this beautiful baby.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I have to go now. Cheer for me okay?” He asked and you and your daughter nodded.

You took her back in your hands as she held on to you, “wuv you daddy. Play well..” she blew a kiss with her free hand.

You could see how his heart melted because of his expression. Your daughter has that effect on everyone she meets.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied, smiling before walking back to his teammates.

The game went on and intense. Schweiden Adlers had no problem beating their opponent and watching your husband play gives you different feelings and emotions. Every time you see him play, you fall in love all over again.

That’s the reason why your daughter was brought up to this world so soon. You just have no self-control when it comes to Ushijima.

After the game, you walked down the stairs, getting the usual looks of awe for being the wife of the one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi, you just smiled at them, and your daughter waves and smiles at them confidently. Some people noticed your daughter and look at her with amusement because of her cuteness.

Once you were downstairs of the gym, she wiggled her way out of your arms and ran towards her dad with open arms. He didn't notice her coming until she hugged his legs.

Some of the other players were looked so confused, except for Ushijima’s teammates as to why a child was hugging his legs.

He turned around and picked her up, getting her to giggle as Hosiumi tickled her. “Daddy did good right?” You asked, letting everyone hear as you walked over to your family. Almost everyone gasped and looked shocked.

Being a private person, Ushijima doesn’t bring it up unless you ask or talk it about him. “Yeah! Dada did so well!” Reaching up to pinch his cheeks and hugged his neck.

“I’ve never seen Ushijima-san being like that.” You heard a player whispered to his teammate.

“Uncle Yama and Iumi..” she tried to reach out for Kageyama but he just smiled and pointed to Hosiumi who looks excited to take her.

Your daughter reached for Hosiumi who happily took her. Once she was on his arms, Ushijima pulled you close to him.

“How was my performance, love?” He said softly for you as you smiled, moving closer to his arms.

“Hmm.. perfect as usual.” You replied, hugging him as he kissed you softly.

“Of course, you were watching and our ball of sunshine.” You felt your heart being contented to have this kind of life.

Ushijima’s arms snaked on your waist, closing your eyes, he kissed your forehead.

“I’m so happy today...” he trailed off and smiled. You felt your heart racing, it feels like you’re in high school again.

“Uh, Ushijima-san,” Hosiumi came up to you both with your daughter sitting on his shoulder, holding his hair up.

You laughed because her hands are playing with Hosiumi’s hair. Carefully, Hosiumi handed her to you as he also went to leave with his other teammates.

You put her on the ground and play with her for a little bit. Ushijima went to his locker and someone came up to you, he’s someone who kept looking at you earlier from the stands.

“Hi! Are you supporting someone?” He looked at your daughter as she plays with the volleyball.

“Yeah, Schweiden Adlers.” You replied and then smile over your daughter who’s now trying to dribble the volleyball.

“You look very pretty. Is she your sister?” You stayed quiet, thinking if he doesn’t know about you being married to Ushijima.

“No, she’s our daughter.” You didn’t notice Ushijima walking over to your daughter to pick her up before he came up to you.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.” The guy cowers away and just walked away.

Ushijima turned towards you, “I’m sorry.” You smiled and hold on to his arm.

“It’s okay.” You took your daughter from Ushijima’s arms and she snuggled on your neck.

He leaned over to kiss your daughter’s forehead, “let’s go home.” He gently said and kissed your lips.

a/n (take 2): if you read this, i just wanted to say congrats!! HAHAHAHA jk but thank you for reaching at the end of the story <3 i hope you liked it 🥺

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purrincess-chat · 3 years ago

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH28

What does Chloe have in store for Marinette? Find out next week! As I stated on AO3, once I post chapter 30, I’m going to take another month off to let my betas finish up the last few chapters, then in October if we are all finished, I will be posting two chapters a week on Mondays and Fridays to finish this story out. It’s been a long journey rewriting it, but I’m much happier with the outcome this time. I hope you’re all excited to see the rest of the changes to this story. I know I can’t wait to share them!

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Chapter 28: End Game

Morning light streamed through the window, casting golden rays across Marinette’s cheeks. The urgent screech of her alarm blared on the shelf above her head, vibrating the loft in its tantrum. She blinked, then immediately squeezed her eyes shut again, sitting up out of the sun. Kicking the blankets from around her legs, she palmed for her phone, clumsily tapping the screen with a yawn. Sleep had eluded her most of the night for more reasons than one, and the previous day’s events replayed on loop as she slogged through her morning routine.

Had all of it really happened? The museum, her old friends, the akuma, Emerald Shell, Lila… And she’d gone to Chloe of all people for help. When had she fallen so low? And how long did Marinette have to be on this rollercoaster? Wasn’t there an emergency exit she could use?

She splashed water on her face, leaning against the sink with a sigh. Not all of it was bad at least. She and Adrien got to spend the evening together, though the sweetness diminished as a result of the afternoon’s events. Even still, there were worse ways to end a trying day than being spoon-fed chocolate mousse by the boy of her dreams.

Marinette stared at her reflection, droplets dripping from her chin like the countless tears she’d cried the past month. So much had changed since she left. Her face still looked the same, but the girl inside was different than the one who walked out of Francoise-Dupont a month ago. Her eyes carried a new determination.

Lila had gone too far, and Marinette wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Starting today, everything was going to change.

“Marinette! You’re going to be late for school!” her mother called up the stairs.

Marinette dried her face and slipped on her blazer.

“Coming!”

Things were normal at school. People were buzzing about the latest akuma and the appearance of Emerald Shell. Martin held his head a little higher, though his cheeks never lost their rosy hue, especially when Macy gushed about how Emerald Shell saved her. It wasn’t until art class that they realized Marinette was being unusually quiet.

“How did things go with Adrien?” Eliott asked, looking up from the fruit bowl they were all painting.

“Adrien was fine,” Marinette said. “It was Lila I had to worry about.”

“Still?” Macy winced. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story…” Marinette sighed, wiping her brush on a rag.

“We’ve got a whole hour.” Martin pointed out, and they all looked at Marinette expectantly.

Marinette smiled, reassured by their eagerness. They really were the best friends in the world. She took a deep breath before diving in, and her friends listened to every detail intently.

“Whoa, she really did that to you?” Lisette asked when she finished. “And I thought Gabrielle was awful.”

“Lila is an attention-seeking manipulator, and she crushes anyone who gets in her way,” Marinette said bitterly. “I hate to drag you guys into this—mostly because I barely want to be dragged into this—but-”

“Oh, we’ll totally help,” Macy said. “If there’s one thing rich people love to do it’s brag about our accomplishments and make other people look inferior.”

“I can text around and try to set up a hangout with Prince Ali next time he passes through Paris.” Eliott offered.

“My dad’s in a group that plays tennis with a few ambassadors. I’m sure he could help us set up a youth program to push a Go Green effort here in Paris.” Martin added.

“Sometimes I babysit for the president’s niece, so I could see about getting her deported,” Lisette said with a cheery grin, and everyone turned to her with horrified expressions. “I’m kidding, but it’s an option.”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re kicking awful people out of the country.” Eliott nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

“Anything you need, Marinette, we’ve got your back,” Macy said, placing a hand over hers. “We’re behind you all the way.”

Marinette pulled her in for a hug, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Even though she regretted running from her problems, Marinette didn’t regret meeting her new friends. They helped her when she needed it most, and for that, she would always be grateful. With these people by her side, Lila wasn’t going to know what hit her.

♪♫♪ This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things ♪♫♪

Marinette paced the length of the living room a week later, chewing her nails. The awards show had finally arrived, and Clara would be walking the red carpet in one of Marinette’s original designs. It was the biggest moment of her life, and she couldn’t sit still.

Her mom smiled, setting the cake she’d just finished decorating on the table. “Everything is going to be fine, dear. Your designs were wonderful, and Clara loved them.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean all of the famous fashion critics are going to. People talk about award show outfits for weeks, mom! If everyone hates Clara’s dress, I’m going to be front-page news for worst-dressed all month!” Marinette groaned.

“There’s no way anyone will hate your designs. My daughter has all the talent in the world!” Her father scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek.

The doorbell rang, and Marinette rushed to answer it.

“Congratulations!” Her friends cheered.

Macy pulled her in for a tight hug. “I can’t wait to see which design Clara picked! They were all so good.”

“I can’t believe Clara picked you over Gabriel Agreste. You are so lucky, Marinette,” Lisette said.

“She’s amazingly talented. My father didn’t stand a chance,” Adrien said with a laugh. He presented a bouquet of roses with a shy smile. “Congratulations, mon ange.”

Marinette stretched up to kiss his cheek. Taking his hand, she ushered everyone inside where they didn’t hesitate to make themselves at home. Eliott and Martin moved for the snacks while Macy and Lisette settled on the couch. Marinette’s mother reached for a vase on the top shelf, stretching up on her toes.

“Let me.” Adrien stepped in and grabbed it with ease.

“Thank you, dear. Marinette picked such a sweet boyfriend.” Her mother beamed. “She used to talk about you so much. Every day, she’d come home from school and tell us all about how green your eyes are and-”

“Mom!” Marinette shot her a silencing look.

“I’m flattered. Marinette is a wonderful girl. You and Mr. Dupain must be really proud that a celebrity like Clara commissioned her,” Adrien replied smoothly. He shot Marinette a wink when her mom changed the subject. Why was he so perfect?

“Ooo! It’s starting!” Macy squealed.

Marinette and Adrien squeezed onto the couch next to Macy and Eliott. She leaned her head on his shoulder, twining their fingers together. Having her friends around eased some of her nerves, but her heartbeat escalated every time someone new moved to the front of the line.

“How long until we get to see your dress?” her dad asked.

“I don’t know. The red carpet doesn’t really have a set schedule.” Marinette shrugged.

“Okay, we’ll just wait,” he said, trying to seem nonchalant, though his impatience showed each time he shifted or cleared his throat.

Marinette chewed her nails as other artists and celebrities made their appearances, leg bouncing until Eliott reached over to stop it. She flashed him a sheepish grin but resumed tapping the moment he turned away.

Clara’s name flashed at the bottom of the screen, and Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth. Everyone leaned forward as she approached the camera in a colorful, flowing gown.

“She’s wearing my favorite!” Marinette squeaked between her fingers. Her dad patted her knee as her mom turned up the volume on the television.

“Standing here on the red carpet with Best Pop Artist nominee Clara Nightingale,” the reporter said, turning to Clara with a smile. “Clara, can I just say you look lovely tonight? Who are you wearing?”

“My dress was designed by someone sweet; a teen whose talent can’t be beat. More beautiful than any melody I’ve ever sang, this dress is by Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Clara twirled around, the skirt of the dress rippling with color.

Marinette buried her face in a couch pillow with a shrill scream. Adrien rubbed her back with a laugh. She shot up again, eyes glued to the screen as Clara gushed about the details of her dress before the conversation steered toward her award nomination.

“Can I just say? Stun-ning!” Eliott said.

“That dress is everything! It looks even better than it did on paper.” Macy agreed.

“A celebrity wearing my daughter’s original designs! I always knew someone would recognize how amazing you are.” Her dad pulled her in for a tight hug.

“We’re so proud of you, honey. We know how hard you worked,” her mom said.

“You did an amazing job, Marinette.” Adrien pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Well, we have to get back to the bakery, so we’ll let you kids watch the rest together, okay?” Her mother passed Macy the remote.

“Good night.” Marinette waved as they stood and took their leave.

“Actually, I should go too. I forgot to do my physics homework,” Macy said, standing up. “Martin, can you come help me? It’ll take me hours if you don’t.”

Martin flicked his gaze over to Marinette and nodded. “Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Oh, ya know, I just remembered that I promised my dad we’d help him with that thing,” Lisette said.

“Oh yeah! Sorry, it’s like a big, complicated thing. We need to go too.” Eliott nodded. “Congrats again. You’re amazing and wonderful, and you deserve this more than anyone.”

“Thanks.” Marinette smiled.

“See you tomorrow!” Macy called as they all shuffled out the door.

“Is it just me or was that a lot of lame excuses?” Marinette tilted her head.

“I asked them to give us some time alone.” Adrien admitted.

“Oh.” Marinette’s cheeks warmed as Adrien wrapped an arm around her.

“I know things have been crazy lately, but in a way, I’m really glad all of this happened. I might not have ever realized how I felt about you if it hadn’t,” he said. “It’s a weird positive that’s come from everything.”

“Yeah.” Marinette leaned against his shoulder with a smile. “I’m happy things worked out. I never would have told you how I felt otherwise.”

“Did you really tell your parents how cute I was?” he asked with a smirk.

“I- Well, I didn’t- I mean-” She buried her face in his shirt with a groan.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you stammer like that. I forgot how cute it is.” Adrien chuckled.

“It’s your fault.” She jabbed his chest with one finger. “You’re so cute. It makes me all flustered.”

“Hmm, then I wonder how you’ll react to this.” He reached into his pocket to retrieve a long jewelry case, opening it to reveal a small pink diamond necklace.

“Adrien!”

“I wanted to get you something to remember me by since we go to different schools now. I miss you like crazy, so I thought that maybe you could at least have a small piece of me when we’re apart,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Adrien…” Marinette cupped a hand over her mouth. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

The gem was warm against her skin as Adrien fastened it around her neck, a physical reminder of his love. They’d overcome so much together, and while their fight was far from over, at least Marinette had him.

Adrien turned her jaw to face him, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Those warm green eyes softened as he leaned in, and Marinette closed her eyes. His breath swirled hot on her lips when they brushed, sending a jolt up her spine. Her heart hammered in a frenzy, building rapidly in anticipation. But just as release came, his pocket buzzed, and they both crashed down to earth again.

With a short sigh, Adrien pulled back and retrieved his phone, quirking a brow at the caller ID.

“It’s Chloe,” he said. “Hell-”

“Were you two going to list Dupain-Cheng designing for Clara Nightingale among our assets, or was I just supposed to figure that out myself?” She scolded.

“Sorry. It was kind of-”

“No time for excuses. I need to propose this to you before I change my mind. I know the perfect way to enact your plan,” Chloe said with a groan. “I hate myself for even considering it.”

“What are you suggesting?” Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed.

“We’re going to make Dupain-Cheng famous, and I think I know the perfect way to do it.”

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