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birthday surprise — matty healy

(the birthday party: day two)

summary: even surrounded by people he loves and people he doesn't know at his birthday party, matty feels alone. by chance or by consequence, he finds a piece of his past that it stirs absolutely everything in the depths of his soul.

warnings: mention of alcohol, approach to loneliness, flashbacks of the past. cry on your birthday (guilty). open ending (maybe?)

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Birthdays are one of the things Matty has enjoyed most since he was a kid. It's not just the fact of seeing all the people he wants in one place or the gifts he receives, although obviously that's also a plus for the basis, but the most important reason boils down to another: Matty has learned to celebrate being alive, to have a day, or a year more to live.

Maybe for the same reason, one of the environments Matty is best known for could be at parties. He always gathers endless crowds inside the walls of his house, always ends up being crazy between the amount of mess he has to clean up afterwards and the mess he has to take care of while they dance drunk on the tables and sing without being able to stop.

He has never considered himself a person of few friends, but he doesn't think he has a huge amount either because he's had to leave a lot of people behind. He has the necessary ones to be good with himself and with them, his presence does not suffocate them and they know how to understand him even when he cannot control himself and impulsivity controls him. But he's calm, he always is.

Of course, he now finds himself in a situation where many people entering his house are unknown to him because they are companions of his friends, or acquaintances of them. And God, Charli gathered a crowd in here. He recognizes them because he believes he went to high school with one or two, the few years he attended before deciding to miss an exam to go to a music festival.

Entities mix because he fails to recognize among low-profile, famous or just known people who have found out. In a way, it feels a bit like a party I'd throw if I was 18 and walked out of a Santbury's with several bottles in my hand and on my head. But it is not, because he is 35 and is in the middle of going through his thirties crisis.

Although now he deduces that none of it matters to him. He's much better than fine. He has gone from having the weight of a feather to getting stronger and seeing its fruits after many months without stopping at the gym. It has healed in all senses: broken heart, mental frailty, bad habits and addictions. Or at least in most of them, because he still smokes and still drinks alcohol, but at least now he equates it with something else and knows he can control it better. It's not entirely perfect, it could never be because that's metaphorically what the human being represents: a canvas that looks beautiful, beautiful and honest until you see the poorly made brushstrokes, over and over again until a result bulges.

"Hey, come to the kitchen." George awakens him from his thought with a touch. Matty leaves the beer can half-open on a shelf in the living hallway.

Then they arrive in the kitchen amidst a tumult of people that opens up in their path. The open backyard door is a plus because it's a good place to get some cold air and realize that he's lost a lot of stability and composure after several beers and a few more shots.

Ross is leaning on the recently acquired white marble countertop, as he opens a bottle of Don Perignon and the foam splashes over the top of the bottle. With quick movements, he pulls seven glasses from the shelf, and fills them to distribute later.

"Let's toast in honor of Matty, because it's his birthday and we love him. And we are incredibly proud of him." Ross cheers, while everyone raises their glasses. Charli applauds with the palms of his hands, and everyone knows that he has lost his mind. Matty smiles as much for that last act as for what his friend has just said, it's really an honest smile and full of feeling though he may not be able to prove it now.

Everyone toast, and then Carly pulls out of her purse a digital camera to capture the moment in eternity. They take a selfie together: George, Matty, Ross, Adam, Carly, Charli, and Chloe. Then there are some spontaneous ones between the four guys, the girls and one of each of them with Matty.

"Oh, my boys. I love all of you so much. You are the best on my life, really." It's finally Matty drinking the champagne out of his glass. Feel the golden bubbling liquid falling down your throat. "Thanks for everything you've done for me throught this years, forever."

When the conversation becomes that emotional tone that always happens on birthdays, it is also the moment when the bubble of intimacy breaks and everyone leaves that state.

"Hey I'm sorry, but there's not more ice." A woman's voice sounds from the frame of the kitchen, but Matty can't recognize her even when he looks at her with a frown.

"Oh! Now I'll bring more, thank you darling." Matty answers almost automatically as if he had given up control of his head. Actually the words are leaking out of her mouth but it's nothing too worrying yet, and she hopes it stays that way. "Some of you know who is?" He receives negative responses after the restlessness and sighs sillylyly laughing. "Thanks for all, friends."

A song by the Backstreets Boys begins to ring through the speaker in the living room and resonates between all the divisions of the house. Taking advantage of the commotion and celebration about it all he leaves the kitchen and disperses. Matty searches for a bag of ice from the fridge, breaks the wrapper with scissors and takes it to the main table where he places it in the fountain designed to keep the cold.

When he crosses the center of the dance floor, many people greet him and flatter him, giving him little shouts of love or complete sobriety, and more than one even asks him to dance for a few moments.

For a moment he manages to put away the idea of how he is the only one in his group of friends who has no one, which becomes more raw when he sees too many couples kissing on his couch, also generates a bit of disgust but he doesn't want to feel like a snob. He did the same thing and doesn't know when he stopped doing it but he understands the adrenaline generated by kissing someone when you're drunk and hot in public spaces, even if it's a pretty adolescebte attitude.

He takes his beer from where he left off and goes on. They have all built long-lasting relationships or are in the process, which makes sense for the age that passes.

He's okay with that, too. Yeah, logically, he´d like to have someone to dance together right now and then sneak out to enjoy a moment alone. Intertwining his hands with someone and having someone fixed to wake up with every morning while the smell of coffee runs through the room. He wants it the same way people who don't have it do, but he thinks he needs a break now.

Her last love attempts have gone overboard, and further down. They have simply come out disastrously and reject the idea that he wants to have for love: it all ends in silly discussions about mundane and monotonous everyday things that make up a ball that explodes, then everything weakens and the routine too tiresome. He wanted to live in the madness with which he used to live love in his 20s, where there was no fear of the future and only the expectation of living in the present.

Remember that frenzy of love when he was a teenager, when it is the purest love you contemplate inside you, when the barrier of who is going to judge you and the responsibilities are inhibited and you just go drunk with love walking down the streets arriving at the door with different flowers every day. He wants to love and get it right this time, obviously, but he doesn't want the person he leaves his legacy with abruptly taking away the magic of love Matty once had.

By the same token, he takes care of letting it flow. He's not waiting for anyone and he's hoping that things will just get better. She doesn't know if her future is to love someone and make it work, but she doesn't give up hope.

"I'm going to smoke, just in case." He says, when he sees Carly near him. He knows she's the one he can trust most because she's the most sober and the least alcoholic.

"Stay safe, Matty. Hope I won't have to look for you." She approaches him and kisses him on the cheek in an act of love, something like a motherly love. Even though she's only a little older than him, since she's with Adam she considers Matty to be completely special to her, and she loves him as much as she literally loves her children.

He says goodbye to her and walks to find the back door sneaking around. He looks the place and he see that there are really not so many people huddled together in the same place as they are scattered. The courtyard is huge, after the cement floor the grass extends along perhaps half a kilometer, where in the middle there is a swimming pool, and in the width there are some palm trees that accompany it. In the background there is a gate that leads to a construction connected to the house, but for which Matty is not responsible.

He looks for a place under the palm tree, the breeze that the leaves cause as they move embraces him at dawn. It's funny to him, he sneaks away just like he did all his life at these kinds of events, punctually on his birthday. He loves people and loves being with them, but at some point he needs to isolate himself from that same environment and have air to himself.

He fiddles with the lighter between his fingers passing it from hand to hand until he decides to pull a mentholed cigarette out of the pocket of his black leather bomber.

"Matty?" A whisper of the wind reaches his ears, although he does not know where it comes from, he acknowledges that there are not so many people who call themselves that.

He hears footsteps on freshly cut grass and hears crackling under his shoes. The only light out there comes from a curtain of lights hooked to the grill, so it's pretty dark.

But then a female presence appears in front of him. He really does nothing but admire her and for once his eyes run out of the cylinder he is about to light.

The two look into each other's eyes, Matty feels his whole life is passing before his eyes and is afraid he's having a concussion, or he's having a stroke. It doesn't make sense for her to be here in front of him after all these years.

"y/n?" He dares to ask. He doesn't have anyone around to confirm his presence there so he hopes he's not too drunk to hallucinate and hopes he's really on the physical plane. "I'm sorry, it's just…wow." Her tongue catches the words as her head runs a thousand miles after seeing her nod to get out of her trance.

"Isn't it?" With every word the past moves down the earth for both him and her. Too many, too many layers of memories that were left behind many years ago now threaten to float as if they could seep through the holes in the green ground.

There is a prolonged silence for a few seconds. Actually, nobody knows what to say because everything seems like a fantasy about to be pricked with a pin and nobody wants to go beyond that.

Matty's looking at her. She has always had that carefree but wrinkled profile and he recognizes her under the black dress sleeveless dress glued to her body and the hair cut on her shoulder, with the last minute scissors marks and something uneven. She complements it with high-cane boots, something like the ones she defined as her favorites too long ago. She still has that sparkle she had when she was a teenager, she's still incredibly beautiful without asking. He looks at her surprised that she's here, grateful to see her once more. He can't stop thinking about it, but she's really radiant.

She looks at him. He has changed a lot from the superficial, his hair is now almost shaved, only with hints of hair growing on his entrances. She doen't need to inquire to know that his fitness owes it to the gym, even under his jacket she can see how well marked are his muscles compared to the little skinny teenager she met a long time ago. The expression on his face did not change, if he looks into his eyes he still finds the frightened child because he does not know if things will turn out well, but also the child waiting for his mother after school to give her a hug. She has a white T-shirt that's stuck to her body and her tattoos are transparent. She looks at him impressed.

"Hey." He breaks the silence by speaking softly but with total softness. She smiles at him without showing her teeth and Matty feels something rising up her body. "What are you doing here?"

He is lying against a palm tree, she is standing nearby but neither wants to move into the position of the other, there is some barrier that prevents it and possibly it is discomfort.

"I'm the babysitter of my sister and her friends, they are your brother's friends." She anwers by returning the tone of calm. "In fact, I found out today."

"Wait, really?" He answers, and for a moment the atmosphere seems to disappear only because he is seeing everything through it. "But Louis is not there." He shrubs his shoulders.

"Yes, I noticed that. I guess he told the others in some nonsense conversation." She analyzes how he hasn't lit a cigarette since he arrived. "Are you going to turn it on or?"

Matty feels like a fool. "Do you continue smoking?" Ask without a second thought. He just wants to know what's in her life now. "Sorry, what about my maners, do you want one?

"No, but I'll share one just for the old times." She smiles at him again, and he mentally keeps the memory of how the burgundy color highlights the cheekbones of the white skin of the woman in front of him.

"Do you want to sit?"

"I'm alloweed to?" Matty is restless under such a formal tone and considers that the passage of the years now takes its points.

"Of course." Now he's the one smiling at her. "Are you still in the same job?

She laughs slowly, refuses with her head a bit apart. "God, no. I work in a notary's office now, but I'm more comfortable." She answers, he opens his lips in surprise, a whistle escapes from her lips. "May I suggest why are you here and not inside dancing with the others?" She asks with some shyness as she approaches to sit down, without doing so facing or beside him, as at an angle of seventy-five.

"Maybe you know the answer. It hasn't changed." He answerd and when he feels that he is drowning in too much of the past, he lights the cigarette. He pauses and takes a drag.

"You still get loneliness sometimes." She reasons, he nods with a look of pity and gave her the cigarette. "I really didntt know this was your house."

"It's quite different from the old porch, it doesn't have a loft with a balcony or red tiles either, but i like it." He sighs embracing the melancholy that escapes from his bone structure. "How did you get here?

"My friend was dizzy from so many people and then I lost her because of a child." She laughs wryly. "I started walking and then I reached the palm tree, and maybe I understood the host of the party."

"¿Yes?"

"How many people do you know whose birthday is April 8th, Matty?" She stares at him with direct intent. He flies in the nebula. She remembers her birthday.

"You still remember it." He has a smile that runs through his face from end to end, he feels satisfied with the interaction, whatever it takes. She leaves the cigar in her hand and the touch makes him shake.

Matty's head is about to fall apart. He himself sees how his vision becomes twofold, one leaving him in reality under the palm tree, and the other teleporting him 22 years ago to a rather similar place.

It's autumn, the leaves of the trees turn yellow and fall to the ground. There's a breeze but it's not cool or threatening, it's friendly. Matty's eighteen now, he's of age.

On the other side of the race to see who gets to the pile of leaves first, there's her. She's dressed as simple as if she'd just gotten up, the blue skinny jeans and a black shirt with a print of some band scratched by the number of times she's washed. They're both older, but running down the alleys of New Castle looks like they're 12 still.

The muddy shoes, their coats that shelter them both, her bracelet tied to his hand, the kiss on the cheek when greeting each other, the butterflies every time they look at each other. The celebration of walking, the adrenaline of winning the race to the leaves and rolling in them.

Matty abandons everything else, leaving behind the nightmares, his parents' parties and sleepless nights when he has her. He's happy with her, he feels protected and nothing can hurt him. He loves her, with all his heart. He's eighteen, newly grown, wears glasses that slip on the tip of his nose but make him look smart. It has some protruding pimples between the cheek and forehead, but in sunlight it still looks like a baby's skin, fragile to the touch.

He doesn't know when he fell so in love with her, he doesn't know when he found the connection and when it began to appear in his innermost dreams. He couldn't stop thinking about her and all her dreams, the dress she wore on her birthday, the hug after the holidays. Every touch gives Matty years to live, and although he's been a sad kid for most of his life, he'll always be grateful that she changed that.

"You are eighteen, you can run fast." She says in a competitive tone, without slowing down.

"I will win, idiot." He's self-proclaimed.

"And if you do, what will you get? A painful coronation as king of the leaves." She jokes and throws herself headfirst on the leaves of the ground. "I told you."

But Matty was willing to win.

"I already decided my prize." Vitorea approaching the leaves, diving into them.

"You didn't wi-"

Matty doesn't think about what's going on, he just lets the impulse take him further and control him. It may be his only chance, and it may ruin it, but he have to try before he let any more time pass.

She is in shock on the leaves when she feels the lips of Matty on top of hers. She doesn't understand what's happening, or if it's really happening. The only thing she remembers afterwards is feeling Matty's hand squeezing her cheek with soft caresses. He kisses as much as he can, and after a while she gets used to the movement.

They go on like this, without saying a word for many minutes. Their sequence and their need is to kiss until the lack of breath wakes them up, smile with their noses stuck and merge again. Maty tastes like mint and chocolate, so it's the flavor she'll love the most for the next two years. Teenagers at the height of their purest love.

"Didn't I tell you? I would win." Matty comments when both feel they have shared too much saliva, but he does not take his hand off her cheek.

The wind is blowing in both heads. They have never known love this way, and they will remember it so well for the years that this love lasts, and for a few more.

Actually, and though Matty doesn't know it yet, she, sitting in Matty's house, is thinking about the same fall of memories. She feels like she's about to die and the best years and moments of her life go by, they've always had that facility of telepathic connection without having to try. Also because, for a long time, it was the memory they most enjoyed in years.

Matty then sees, in his memories, everything he's longed for for so many years. Midnight getaways, intense kissing at nightclubs, family meals, she dressed in him on Sundays, family trips, snow wars with her kisses sunk in the snow. He sees fireworks now that he remembers her, how he was first in everything for her and how she has marked him even more than he can say.

After that comes the band, and even before and after the previous names. But he focuses on when the band is already confirmed as Drive Like i Do and then like 1975, he sees her sitting at the table listening to them rehearsing, he sees heer at the clubs drinking beer and screaming crazy when he comes out in his most misaligned ensemble.

Matty may never have said it like that, but the girl he fell in love with is part of the band just like them. Almost the entire first album has its muse, in each of the stanzas and in each of the notes of the compass. She has followed him for all these years, it has been his greatest point of inspiration and of genuine and re-created love. She has given him the best years when he was twenty, he has written the songs he enjoys most thanks to her.

But equally, to say that he hasn't forgotten her or that he's remembered her like that for fifteen years without seeing her since she left in her twenties, would be lying. He remembered her for years, but then he was no longer present in her mind.

She can't judge him. Maybe she waited longer, but she had to move on anyway.

But it's okay, they existed at the time they had what. They learned enough from each other to remember each other fondly.

"You think about that autumn too, didn't? "During all this trance, the connection has become stronger. The discomfort is ignored, and she ends up sitting next to him.

"You are inside my mind, literally." He laughs with his eyes full of glass. He just had a recession that knocked him down. "Yes, I thought about it."

"That autumn was the best of my life. The fucking golden time." She confesses, with the moon now fully reflecting her. He looks at her with a longing smile, he also misses feeling so complete. "I have loved you for so many years and I think I could do it for more."

She complains hugging herself. Matty leaves the previous state and now the alcohol seems to have lost its effect. He extends his hand to put it behind the brunette girl's back and draw her in. The woman's head rests on his chest.

"I have loved you too, you know? The first album is about you." He kisses her hair, but she can't help but cry. They are breaking up with each other next to them and that's why they prefer not to be seen. It's too strong for both. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?" She looks up. The brown eyes meet the eyes of the british man.

"I-I screwed up that June afternoon, and I carried the blame for many years. I've never really been able to apologize, and I know the last thing you got from me was a horrible argument. I'm sorry, it won't fix something so many years later, but it's sincere." He manages to loosen a gear that has been weighing on him for a long time. He finds serenity in the brightness of the moon, and though he knows he can't go back in time, when she intertwines his hands he thinks he hasn't gone too far.

"Thank you for that. I know it's your party, but you don't have to cry to the end." She kisses his cheek and wipes his tears with her fingernails painted dark red, then returns to his neck. She repents and prefers to sit in front of him. "But it was true, wasn't it? Did you fuck everybody in this town?" She asks, without any resentment or sense of judgment.

"You compromised me, honey." He nods nervously accompanied by a laugh. In fact, he's still crying, but he's feeling much better. More airy, more connected and more peaceful. "I missed the car and the argument."

The two laugh at each other, it's an atmosphere that has now become more comfortable than ever. She has got her makeup destroyed by tears and he is s getting water marks through the seams of his shirt.

"The end of that hallway was fateful." She ironizes it with a recharged energy that dances inside. It feels as if she is now the final part of a song that breaks the melody and raises the instruments to a higher level to close it in the greatest ecstasy. "Even so, maybe you were right a few years ago. You needed more than me." She points to itself and then points to the atmosphere.

"Sorry, I don't get it." He feels bewitched by her words, but is so deep inside that he can't even think about what she's saying.

He just knows she comes, again. He sees her crawling and crawling up to his lap. He's afraid that this will still be a bad trick in his head and that tomorrow she'll never have been here. She'll be in another country, with someone else, and without him. His heart pumps like it has seldom done.

He knows they're soul mates, or he used to know, and now he's reconfirming it. Now there's only one thing that separates them and one thing that could bring them together.

"You needed a cigarette, alcohol and a sad conversation." She finally answers, as she settles down to her mercy on his lap. Matty feels like he has a fever when he feels the back of her palm on his face. It's been floating for over 15 minutes. "As i do."

After this, it just happens.

After 15 years, they're kissing in Matty's backyard. The two cry in between, because they haven't recovered from the emotional delirium they just had, but the fireworks they once had at eighteen come back the second their lips touch.

He hasn't changed, Matty still smells like chocolate and mint. She neither, she tastes the same as always does, she still tastes well enough to satiate Matty. They remain exactly the same for each other and what they still need.

The kiss does not have a taste to be described by or a unique feeling. It is the taste of remembrance and reunion, of melancholy, of adolescence, it is pure nostalgia in its splendor. It tastes like sadness, the tears of the last time they argued, and in turn it tastes as the ice cream they ate holding hands in the park, the chocolate they always gave each other as a gift. It tastes as Christmas food and the summer breeze. It's all together in one, and that's why they don't bother to feel sorry for how the waterfalls in the eyes accumulate coming down later.

A kiss, that's all. Matty doesn't want to think, but he inevitably does and finds only two options.

Tomorrow you will both remember this and you will both retire by lowering your guard and remember it as a secret. There is no one around to prove the presence and existence of the woman he has there, no one has seen her and the easiest excuse is to say that he simply confused everything with someone else because of the amount of beer. Or they could tempt fate and stay there, they could heal the wound and they could try again to have the best they ever had.

But now, does it matter?

"Hey." She puts pressure on his hair. He opens his eyes feeling fuller and more human than ever. "Happy birthday, Matty. The birthday boy always needs a gift."

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 4 months

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Rose Recaps Rose Tinted Glasses It's been three months since I made a post thanking this community for being a place for me to share my love of BL.

And since then, every day I feel a little bit more comfortable here.

This place is so special to me for so many reasons and the fact that I found it is a small miracle. I was talking with my friend Neely about something BL related and they told me that they think I'm doing much better since I came here. So thanks again.

I was never a part of any online fandom. And before BL I never really felt like I was missing something. Maybe because I always found someone irl that I could freak out about whatever I was watching I never really felt the need to go look.

And the people here are exceptionally kind. Before, I made a point to never engage much online, except for certain support groups, because of the hate that sometimes exists in certain spaces. So I was very much surprised by the kind humans that exist in this bl fandom in this corner of the internet.

Also. There is some serious brilliant people here. Look giffing is not easy, it takes a long time, sometimes you spend so much time with a set only to hate it by the end and never posting it. And sometimes you post something and you're really proud and crickets. And sometimes you post it just so it doesn't go to waste and all of a sudden it explodes. It's all part of the magic.

I keep my sets pretty simple so I'm in awe of how some people make these beautiful art pieces with layers and colouring and typography. It's incredible and I applaud your creativity and patience.

Speaking of brilliance, I'm constantly in awe of the meta writers. That shit is not easy.

It takes way longer than we think, to make it neat and readable, adding gifs or shots to illustrated a point, sometimes wasting so much time finding the gif you want in the mess that is the gif search (I understand it now, cause yesterday I was on the hunt and it would've been quicker to make the damn gifs), and reviewing it before posting, changing it in the process, sometimes leaving it in drafts because the idea is not completed. I'm tired just thinking about this. I'm not able to do that. Sure I can talk for hours about this stuff but actually organize my ideas into a coherent point of view and writing it down. Nope. Not me. So bravo meta writers. I applaud you.

And of course all the people that share the stuff that really matters. Like the colours, the wardrobe, the places we see, the news about what's coming, language nuances, pictures of the pretty people in sometimes ridiculous or beautiful outfits, sometimes the pretty people before shirts were invented, and some of the funniest commentary I ever encountered.

I don't wanna single people out by tagging them because truly there are way too many. So I just want to thank some people that helped me navigate this place and made this time so enjoyable. First and foremost. @twig-tea You were the first person I talked to here and you were so kind and patient with me and my awkwardness and lack of knowledge of how this place works. She also writes great meta and is brilliant and everyone should be following her. @lurkingshan because of the Sahara-Sensei post that you tagged me in and made me feel so seen. @pharawee because IFYLITA just wouldn't have been the same without your sets. @respectthepetty because she helped get the colour coded subs right and she appreciates the bokeh in all its glory. @itsallaboutbl for screaming with me in portuguese. @mikuni14 Because she's been so incredible kind to me. @iguessitsjustme because of many reasons. And If I ever reblogged anything from you, consider yourself tagged in this post. All of you are amazing. And finally...

@blmpff for a lot but mostly for the most unexpected and incredible moment I experienced in this short time. The day that a bird took over my dash. Khun Feathers was such a treat and this masterpiece was the highlight of the day.

image by @blmpff It's been a wonderful year and I look forward to see what happens tomorrow. Wishing you all a happy new year!💜

#rose rambles #rose recaps 2023

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 1 year

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Err on The Side of Awesome

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Kol Mikaelson's Daughter Headcanons

Requested by: @katherinereilly19

Here lies my Masterlist

You were adopted by Kol and Davina Claire-Mikaelson at age six from a Catholic orphanage run by nuns who all thought you were some sort of demon child.

See, like your adopted father, you were a witch and had come into your power rather early. Davina had been sensing some odd power flares in the area and, when she and Kol had gone to investigate, there you were - a sweet, little bundle of mischief with more power than you knew what to do with.

To say that you had Kol wrapped around your little finger from the first second he saw you would be no exaggeration. Seriously.

Kol had never thought himself fit to be a husband, let alone a parent. It still baffles him some days that Davina agreed to marry him - most days in fact - it just seemed too good to be true. They traveled the world for a while and then… Well, Davina, she…

She said she wanted kids.

She didn't say that she used to want kids or that she would have wanted them had she married someone else. Davina said she wanted to be a mom. With him. She said she wanted to have a kid with him and she wanted Kol to be that kid's dad.

At first, he almost thought it was a joke. Who in their right mind would trust him with a child? But no, Davina was serious.

And it terrified him.

Kol is well aware of just how miserably his parents screwed up their job and he's pretty sure he couldn't do any worse but that doesn't mean he'd do well.

But the guy took just one look at you and he knew without a doubt that there was no alternative realm, no obscure future, and no minuscule probability in which he could cause you any harm.

For the first little while, you were convinced (thanks to the nuns) that you would have to be an absolute angel of a child in order to be wanted by your new parents. You helped clean things, refrain from using your magic, made your bed, brushed your teeth, and never asked for anything.

Three months in, you dropped a plate and broke down crying, begging Mr. and Mrs. Claire-Mikaelson (because you wouldn't dare call them mom and dad) not to send you back.

What began as your average Tuesday afternoon turned into a deeply formative experience when Kol sat you on his knee, looked you in the eyes, and said:

"Y/N, darling, I want you to listen to me very closely, alright? There is absolutely nothing on this earth you can do or say that will make your mother and I love you any less. There is no such thing as good enough - there is no bar you have to meet - only what you are. Now, a plate is infinitely replaceable, but you are our daughter and I will love you until the end of time. That makes you infinitely more valuable than a plate. Okay?"

"O-okay… dad?"

That was a day you never forgot as you grew older.

Speaking of growing, no matter how old you get, Kol can and will pick you up by the ankle and hold you upside down. It never gets old.

Also, piggy-back rides.

You did go through a phase where you were convinced there was a monster in your closet.

"Dad! There's a monster in my closet and it wants to eat my toes!"

"Really? Well, I must applaud the audacity."

There were quite a few nights you spent cuddled up between them as Davina braided your hair and Kol told you a story until you fell asleep.

Kol always refers to you and Davina as "his girls".

He's always willing to play with you, whether it be a game of tag or a complex drama plot with your dolls. (His personal favorite was when you decided to reenact the French Revolution in Barbie form.)

Daddy-Daughter Days are 100% a thing. The two of you are huge movie and arcade goers. Not to mention huge fantasy nerds. From Deltora Quest to Harry Potter to the freaking Wheel of Time - your fascination with the fantastical never fades as you grow. You never thought yourself too old to be read to at night, so Kol never stopped the tradition.

You're a little (a lot) spoiled. But not in a bad way. You're not ungrateful but let's just say you have quite a few pets.

Auntie Bex is always more than willing to babysit when your parents want some time to themselves. You remind her of Kol when he was a kid and she adores that.

Play-Dates with your cousin Hope mean quite a few headaches for your uncles Klaus and Elijah. Aunt Hayley thinks you're absolutely hilarious while Aunt Cami is convinced you're like 4 different varieties of insane. She might have a point there.

When you're old enough to be in school, you can always count on your parents to help you with your homework. You never would have made it through middle or high school without your dad, Kol is insanely good at math and chemistry. However, when it comes to anything to do with history or government, he passes the torch to Davina because even though he lived through it, he literally never paid enough attention to remember anything.

Parent-Teacher conferences are always interesting.

"Y/N is so intelligent. Truly a joy to have in class."

"Is she now?"

Neither of them buys it for a second. You have a mischievous streak a mile long, the teacher just doesn't know that you're the one putting tacks on her chair. Kol is honestly proud and Davina may try to be the voice of reason but she can't help laughing at just how alike father and daughter turned out to be.

Now, if Hope is "miraculously well adjusted" then you're probably something like a thirty-year-old in an eight-year-old body. You're like the most chill child perhaps ever. However, just like your father, your maturity level varies with the situation.

For example, Klaus once decided it would be a good idea to whip out the "You're not even a real Mikaelson" card at a family reunion. It wasn't long before Davina had thrown Klaus into a wall and Kol and Marcel were at each other's throats.

You honestly weren't even bothered. You knew your parents loved you and that was enough so you simply said:

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

And went back to eating your dinosaur chicken nuggets.

Marcel - apparently still a little touchy on that subject - was the last to sit down again. Little did he know just how proficient you had become with teleporting objects. Naturally, you were smirking when the whoopie cushion did its noble work.

Kol is terrified that he'll lose touch with you as you grow older.

This fear never comes to fruition.

The trust between you and your parents is something every other child ever would envy. They trust your judgment and, in turn, you trust the very few restrictions they put in place for you. It's crazy because they honestly never get mad. Like ever.

However, their disappointment is the worst thing you'll ever endure.

They told you not to go out one night because an old enemy of Klaus' was wandering around town. You went out anyway and you were attacked. Now, you were powerful enough to fight off your assailant and kill him, but you didn't come out of that fight unscathed. You had to limp home and tell your dad what had happened.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I've done much worse in my life, for much dumber reasons. To be mad at you would make me a hypocrite. I just know you're better than this - Y/N, you've shown me that you're better than this. I'm not angry with you. I'm just extraordinarily disappointed."

It happens only once and never again.

Growing up with those two for parents ensured that you quickly mastered your magic and became one of the most powerful and skilled witches of all time. But don't think for a second that you would ever be used. They would never allow that to happen.

As you reach middle and high school, a rumor begins going around that your dad is a vampire. You just snort really loud and make no further comment. It leaves everyone wondering.

First boyfriend?

Heaven help the poor sod.

"If you ever lay your hands on my daughter against her will, you will find that you no longer have hands. I will use the bones of them to fashion myself a new pen, with which I shall write your death certificate. Do I make myself clear?"

Once you're old enough, the basement becomes something of a witchy lab space.

Explosions are… frequent.

*Coughing* "Thank goodness your mother wasn't home for that one."

"Think again, Mikaelson."

"Oh shi-"

"Uh… Hi mom!"

You're probably the healthiest Mikaelson.

When the time comes for you to graduate, it's a hard dose of reality for Kol. He understands he has to let you live your life and he would never dream of taking that away as it was taken from him, but it's just hard.

You'll never stop being his little girl.

Special thanks to: @her-violent-delights

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my-soupy-brain · 10 months

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Hey! I just wanted to say I love your writing! I have a request that maybe you could explore some? I’d love to know if Ted would be into plus size/ curvier women? Being an American from the south, maybe he’s all about it ? I totally imagine him as a boob guy

As a "cushiony" girl myself, I applaud the HELL out of this prompt. And I think Ted, specifically, is the type of man who'd love it. First, he falls in love with PEOPLE, not bodies. But second, he'd love having someone to snuggle up to and hold and be warm with. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warning: Light smut

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Your first week at Nelson Road was...intense.

Orientation is one thing. Getting to know the team and the staff is another.

Working in an office with a super model, now that's a whole bag of things on its own.

The first month went by without a hitch. You got the hang of things. People were starting to know your name.

Your second month, you and Keeley had become mates. Going out for coffee, girl-talking together. You got to spend more time with Rebecca Welton, the owner of the team, and she was a walking goddess that made you feel seen.

"You're quite funny, y/n," she said one day, enjoying tea (and your coffee) in her office. "What a breath of fresh air you bring to the office."

As you smile and thank her, Ted Lasso walks in the room, whistling a tune.

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know I was interrupting girl talk, I'll come back later," he mutters, looking around nervously.

"Ted! Don't be silly. Have you had a chance to meet y/n yet?" Rebecca starts, her hand motioning to you on the couch.

"I, ah, think we met my first week. But that was ages ago it feels like," you stammer, offering your hand. "I'm y/n. It's great to meet you, Coach Lasso."

"Aw, please, call me Ted. Ain't no need for formalities," he says, smiling wide.

Your eyes sparkle at him. He's so handsome. Built like a real man, tall and broad. His hair styled neatly, a combed and trimmed mustache. His sweater is rolled up at the elbows, showing off his muscular forearms.

"y/n was just telling us about her first time drinking tea here," Keeley jokes. "Had the same reaction you did."

"You didn't like it, huh?" he asked. You shake your head. "No. Spit it out all over the shopkeep where I picked up my first cup, sad to say. It was no McDonald's coffee burn, but I'm sure it didn't feel good."

Ted laughs at this, getting the McDonald's reference.

"Well shoot, nice to have another American around the office," he says brightly. He offers his hand again. "I'll see ya around. Bye, ladies!"

When he leaves you blush. You try to tamp it down though because whatever would you offer a man like him?

As weeks go by though, you and Ted get along. You both like coffee, so big win there. You both love barbecue, and he's over the moon to talk about it with someone who appreciates it like he does. You share similar tastes in movies, music... you name it.

One day, Ted stops by your office to ask some questions about a promotion for the team you and Keeley are working on.

As you spin around to greet him, your blouse catches on the corner of your filing cabinet, and the chest pops open a couple buttons.

"Oh, shit!" you exclaim, but before you can crouch to pick them off the floor, Ted's already at your feet.

When he finds them, he kneels and his eyes track from your ankles to your curvy torso to your chest -- which is now a bit open with a lacy red bra underneath, holding your ample breasts. And then your eye line. You almost snicker to see he's blushing.

"Uh, here ya go, miss," he offers, placing the buttons in your hand.

You realize your blouse is still hanging open, and you quickly clutch it.

"I'm so sorry, Ted, that was my fault," you stammer, avoiding his eyes. He can sense your nerves.

"It's OK, y/n. Honest. Maybe those buttons just weren't up for the job anymore," he jokes, his hands in his pockets. You laugh with him.

"Say, some of us are goin' out to Crown & Anchor tonight for a drink, you wanna join us? Get a real taste for club gossip?"

You smile widely. "I'd love that."

...

By the end of the workday, you're eager to grab a drink and unwind. You've safety-pinned your blouse for the time being, and while the fabric strains, it seems to work.

"Why don't you just ask her out," you overhear Beard chiding.

"Naw, a woman like that ain't go nothin' she wants with me," Ted says, waving him off. Your stomach drops a little at who the lucky lady might be. When Ted sees you approaching, he hushes Beard's conversation.

"y/n! Glad you could make it! Slide on in," he says, making room in his booth.

You sit down and take a breath. "Good to be here. Where's everyone else?"

Beard points to an area where folks are dancing. "Roy and Keeley are hittin' the dance floor," Beard says with a laugh. "Amateurs."

You look quizzically at him and then at Ted.

"Thanks again for finding my buttons. I appreciate the emergency help," you joke. Ted nods and takes a drink of his beer. "No problem."

Beard stands up and stretches. "Well, I gotta call Jane. She wants to go to some planetarium tonight and take mushrooms. I told her I'd be her watch."

Ted chuckles, always a new story with Jane. Beard makes eyes at Ted, as if to encourage him into something. Ted shakes his head quickly but quietly so you don't see. But you do.

"See ya later, Beardo," Ted says, and you wave goodbye.

When Ted turns to you, his arm is over the back of the booth, and it feels intimate in a way you didn't expect, your heart hammering in your chest a little.

Ted takes a breath, and you smile at him warmly.

"Do you wanna dance?" Ted asks. "It's been many years for my two left feet but you look so nice, I feel like I should show ya off."

You blush wildly, and take another drink of your cocktail. "I'd love to."

Ted leads you both to the dance floor, where Keeley and Roy have peeled off somewhere else, probably making out in an alley. Good for them.

You're not a great dancer but you have fun together when the Electric Slide comes on. Ted's eyes watching your ass, the way you shake your hips, the way your breasts bounce in your blouse. He adjusts the neck of his sweater as he warms up.

"You can feel it, it's electric!" you sing along, laughing with him.

When the song ends and a slow song comes on, you wipe the sweat from your brow and start to leave the dance floor, but Ted grabs your hand and pulls you back.

"One more?" he asks.

You blush and accept, feeling a little self-conscious to have his hands on your wider, fleshy hips. As you sway together, your hands around his neck, he stands closer, leaning into your ear and you shiver.

"You're beautiful, you know," he whispers with a deep Kansas drawl. "I don't think you know how beautiful you are."

Your heart is galloping in your chest.

"Before you got here, Beard was tryin' to convince me to ask ya out, but I was intimidated," he starts. You pull back and look in his eyes.

"How in the world would a man like you be intimidated by me?" you ask, truly curious and confused.

Ted quirks a smile under his mustache.

"Because you're gorgeous. Funny as all heck. Smart as a whip. Great taste in food, movies AND music. You've got a great laugh. Kind, and now I find you're a great dancer," he says quietly. "You check all of ol' Ted's boxes."

You smile as you lean closer to him.

"I... thought you were devastatingly handsome when I met you. And getting to know you has only made my crush ten thousand times worse," you say with a giggle. His hands hold you closer, drifting down to the curve of your ass.

"Crush, huh?" he teases. "Well, would ya look at that? Two people crushin' on each other like a couple 'a lovestruck teenagers."

Your fingers brush through the hair on the back of his head now, and he holds you closer.

"I haven't stopped thinkin' about what happened earlier," he whispers again, his voice lower and huskier. "How gorgeous you probably are under all those clothes. Those curves and that soft skin..."

Your lips let out a little moan, the traitors they are.

"Ya wanna go back to my place?" Ted asks a little desperately. As your thigh brushes against him, you can feel his excitement. You nod. "I would like that."

...

You're two steps in the door before he's got his arms around you, leaning in to kiss you properly. His hands coast down your sides, the dip of your waist and your fleshy hips, which he squeezes in a way that makes him groan into your mouth.

"Oh, sugar, I...I don't know what to do with myself," he says with a chuckle. "You've got the body of a goddess."

You shake your head but he grabs your chin to stop you.

"No, honey. I'm serious."

You can't help grabbing his face and kissing him harder. Holding him tighter. Needing him closer.

Your hands make work of the safety pins on your blouse, and the rest of your in-tact buttons, before his hands take over for you.

"I wanna do this, I've been dyin' to see the rest of what's under here," he breathes out. When he slides it off your shoulders, he walks you both back to his bedroom, where you both are in a more dire rush to remove clothes.

The skirt goes, then the heels. The sweater, the undershirt, until you climb into bed and he's hovering over you. You reach to turn off the lamp but he stops you.

"I can turn it off if ya want, sweetheart, but I'd much prefer being able to see ya," he says, leaning in to nibble the soft skin of your neck, down to your chest and the swell of your breasts.

You decide to relent, because Ted Lasso makes you feel desired. He wants this as much as you want this.

...

In the morning, you wake to a dreary London day, and Ted snuggled up behind you, his hand on your hip. As you stir, it coasts up and down, then reaches over to your tummy, then to your breasts, then to your shoulder, and then back down to your hip.

"Mmm," he says, his lips curled into a smile with his eyes still closed.

"Nothin' better than wakin' up with a perfect woman in your bed," he mumbles. You smile, turning to look at him.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he says, his hazel eyes opening as he looks at you. "Those eyes, those thighs. Those lips, those hips," he says, leaning in to kiss you softly.

Your eyes feel like they could cry at his words of love and affirmation. His hands travel your body, squeezing and caressing along the way.

"I can't stop touchin' you, darlin'," he laughs to himself. "I just can't. If ya want me to, let me know because I'm basically glued to ya at this point."

You shake your head. "I love it. I never... thought I'd get a chance to..."

He stops you and smiles. "To what? Blow my mind? Turn me into a horny teenager again? Make me never wanna leave this bed?"

His hands go back to work, massaging your body and touching everything he can. You laugh at this, smiling and leaning into his lips.

"I really, really like you y/n," he says quietly, looking into your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear.

"I really, really like you Ted Lasso," you answer.

He leans in to kiss your lips gently, smiling, and pulling you close to his chest so he can keep his hands on you.

"I owe Beardo some money," Ted mutters against your hair, his hand on your breast, touching it gently.

"Why's that?"

"He bet me we'd work out, and I bet him I'd chicken out," he answers. "He won."

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This was longer than I expected but it felt so personal and cute to write. I appreciate this prompt -- and I do think Ted would love this. Love holding you, touching you, all of it. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso smut #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted loves a woman's body full stop #he's alllllll about it

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amc-iwtv · 10 months

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Hi,

My least favorite ripple effect from AMC IWTV episode five isn't even the constant discourse, because I can easily avoid that (after I stopped participating lmao), but the mass feminization of AMC Louis de Pointe du Lac because now he's *battered wife coded is despicable. I acknowledged when the fandom was so weirdly obsessed with top/bottom discourse, and how people writing any instance of Louis topping was considered racist (still is), way before there were even a 100 fics. People who had never written a single fic for this fandom were demanding people write one way or they are bigots, despite it being too early to see any trend in the writings. I monitored the Ao3 tags for those first few months to comment on every fic and encourage new writers and most fics were normal enough. Then there were constant Tumblr posts about Louis being a housewife or a sugar baby or some manner of financially dependent on Lestat without any criticism - despite Louis's whole first arc being about him making enough money to be buried as a pharaoh. Followed by back-to-back fics of calling Louis's ass a "cunt" or "pussy". At the same time, there were just tons rape/non-con fics of Lestat dominating Louis, and I just said live and let live. But then you couldn't go a week without seeing a new breeding kink fic, a mpreg, or just pure feminization. Apparently, a popular fic I didn't read convinced everyone that Louis would love nothing more than to be pregnant with Lestat's bastards lmao and this trend sees no sign of stopping. I do not like to be a killjoy, I do not try to stop or control the behaviors or interpretations, it's a wasted effort. But I will remind people the systematic emasculation of black men, especially black gay men is also a whole sociological theory that has been explored in academia for centuries. You all (the people who are guilty) spent all this time trying to overcorrect for the possibility of portraying Louis as a masculine black male stereotype that a lot of you dove face first into black emasculation/feminization fetishes that can only be found in raceplay pornography. I applaud you all and laugh because I learned no fandom will ever be normal about interracial couples ever. Hell, even just gay male couples on the whole will always be horribly portrayed by fandoms because people with no experience will carry the worst archaic fetishistic heterosexual dynamics and just superimpose it on gay male couples. There will always be characters that will just be Flanderized until they are unrecognizable from canon depictions. But the added layer of tense race relations just makes it so much ickier. People always ask me whether I hate the show or Louis because I have criticisms, but to me, the people who hate the show or characters are the people who can only enjoy it by completely rewriting what the characters are like and their motivations. in summary, you're all so weird about this interracial gay couple, get that looked at immediately!

Me, I'm normal.

#louis de pointe du black #louis de pointe du lac #amc iwtv #loustat #lestat de lioncourt #amc interview with the vampire #amc immortal universe #you're all freaks

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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Can we get a part two of the “He finds out you're pregnant”? Maybe after they break up or after reader gives birth? 🙏🏻

He finds out you're pregnant (Part 2) ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst, Fluff?

Part 1 || BTS Reactions Masterlist || Masterlist

A/n: Wow there were so many requests for part 2 with various outcomes! I've tried my best to write a suitable ending but some won't have happy endings and we might just have to live with that hahaha. Happy Reading!

P.S. writing Jin's version had me in tears laughing cuz that's the same way I behaved when I met my dick of a father years after he left us LMAO serves him right

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon had always been quite good at math. Quick and efficient, he could almost always calculate complex calculations in his mind faster than most. So it was only natural that he kept track of how long ago you told him you were pregnant.

You dropped the bomb on his head eleven months ago. When you were 1 month pregnant. Nine months on average to carry a child in the womb.

That would mean that you've already given birth to a baby who was now three months.

Sure, he was good at math.

But he was horrible at doing anything about it.

Sometimes Namjoon wishes that he texted you before you gave birth, or even after - or even during the whole period to be honest. But he didn't. He was too afraid to look like a coward.

A coward because he wanted to know how you were doing and to see if you've given birth to a baby boy or a baby girl, but too afraid to commit.

And he had always applauded you for being the complete opposite of him. So when he opened your text one day, he didn't complain. He simply stared.

Stared at the picture for what felt like hours - which it could have been - but Namjoon didn't mind.

It didn't even strike him, the question. Why would you send him a picture of your child? Of his child?

After almost a year of no contact?

With absolutely no context?

But Namjoon didn't complain.

Because the little girl in the picture looked very tiny, almost as though she would fit straight in his palm snuggly. The baby - his daughter - looked away at something that was probably distracting her, eyes wide in fascination and mouth open with little babbling sounds that Namjoon could almost hear right through the picture.

She looked carefree. With no worry evident on her face, her beautiful face.

She probably wouldn't even understand what an ass of a father she has, but then again, her mother would've never made her feel the absence of a father figure in her life, Namjoon was sure of that.

Would this beautiful little girl grow up and lose the light in her eyes and the life in her smile when she slowly realizes that she doesn't have a father?

Namjoon wouldn't know.

Because he doesn't want to. He doesn't want this princess to ever stop grinning the way she was in the picture you had sent him.

So without much thought, Namjoon exhaled and pressed the call button next to your contact.

He was going to suck it up and be the father that he should have been.

Kim Seokjin:

Seokjin was a beautiful young man.

Yoongi would probably snort at the young part, but there was no denying that the man was one of God's walking masterpieces.

Jin would always brag to the members that the day he has a child, it would be the most beautiful child in the world. That was how much he trusted his precious genes.

So it was only obvious when Jin's eyes landed on the little girl who walked up to him that he bent over in pain, wheezing and choking over the piece of bread crust that had lodged itself in his airway because he gasped too hard mid-swallow.

"You're my father," the girl simply stated, pointing a finger into Jin's forearm.

Yoongi couldn't get his eyes off of the girl either, silently setting his spoon down and watching the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him wanted to slide Jin's glass of water closer to the man who was literally in tears, but Yoongi decided it was about time he suffered.

"I've seen a picture of you on my mum's phone," she continued tentatively when Jin swallowed and heaved out a sigh of relief, watery eyes staring back at the girl in shock.

"She told me you were her friend, but because of you, her life changed forever because now she has me."

The girl could be - what? Six? Seven?

She couldn't be younger - nor older - than that, with a stunning black coat over her white dress, dark brown hair parted to the side and held back with a butterfly clip. Her eyes were sharp yet kind, Jin noticed, something that she could only get from you.

"We saw you in the church, by the way," she spoke, briefly making eye contact with Yoongi and flashing him a gorgeous smile. Yoongi looked innocent in her eyes, but not Jin. Jin was going to be the victim of her attack today.

"It's funny to see you in church," her eyebrows lifted suggestively, "but I insisted that I met you. Mum said no, but I'm quite stubborn, I suppose I get that from you."

Jin couldn't speak a word. How could he?

"Anyway, I wanted you to see how great of a job my mum has done in raising me, and all you need to know is that I'm so glad you chose not to support her. I wouldn't want to grow up to be like you."

Yoongi's jaw dropped, just like Jin. He almost wanted to laugh at the man, but Yoongi too was too shocked to react. A distant honk caught his attention, and though Jin couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter, Yoongi turned to see you waiting in the car.

"Hope you have a great day, Mr. WWH, World Wide Horrible."

And Jin definitely had to have a word with his genes because he didn't think his attitude would be one to pass on to his child.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi suddenly remembers the day he asked you to leave his house. He was numb, walking robotically to his car and thanking his lucky stars that he didn't meet with an accident on the way to Hoseok's place.

He drank much more than he should have that night. Threw up all of Hoseok's couch and didn't bother apologizing. He also told Hoseok everything that happened. And as much as Hoseok was mad about his precious white leather couch, he was even more disappointed in Yoongi.

There was not much he could tell Yoongi, even a few days later when he sobered up and finally walked out of his room for a breath of fresh air. Hoseok simply stood still beside his hyung, wordlessly letting his disappointment radiate off of his tense shoulders.

Yoongi remembered that day clearly because it was one of the few occasions someone felt disappointed in him.

And even if that day was four years ago, Yoongi wouldn't forget it because he finally found himself in Hoseok's place. Disappointed in himself. Looking at himself as though a third person was, a shameful scowl on his face when he finally saw what a jerk he had been.

"...doesn't mean that I want you to be the mother of my child."

Yoongi almost slapped himself in the face when he remembered the words that he so easily spat at you that day. Why? Because all of a sudden, he knew. Yoongi knew that there could be no better mother to his child than you.

"Hello."

The young boy raised a hand to wave at Yoongi. With twitching fingers, Yoongi somewhat waved back, laughing internally at how pathetic he looked.

The little boy was dressed so smartly that it almost left Yoongi zapped. A plaid shirt tucked into his beige trousers, a little hat sitting atop his head and tiny tufts of brown hair peeking out from the corners. He wore a lovely pair of brown boots, one of the laces appearing to be loose, which had Yoongi bending down onto his knee before he could stop himself.

"Wouldn't want you to fall," Yoongi lamely murmured in explanation, briefly looking up into the boy's eyes to see them twinkle under the effect of his brilliant smile.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yoongi's fingers froze for a fraction of a second.

Uncle.

The man cleared his throat, an embarrassed chuckle buzzing through his chest as he finally tightened the boy's shoelaces, standing up with a groan and dusting off his pants.

"So, pretty boy, where's your mom?"

The boy smiled even brighter, turning to point towards the little shop that he had run out of not too long ago.

"She's buying a cake for daddy's birthday party tonight!"

He didn't think you'd still remember his birthday, but was he complaining?

Definitely not.

Jung Hoseok:

"Uh...hey."

"Hi."

Hoseok's toes curled within his shoes at the awkward silence that followed. He didn't know how to break the ice, flashbacks of the last time he spoke to you over the phone leaving him flustered and embarrassed.

"How're you?"

"Good," you replied tightly. "You?"

"I'm okay," he offered in response.

"Okay..."

Clearing his throat, Hoseok adjusted the phone closer to his ear, sitting up straighter and acknowledging the sheen of sweat that had formed over his upper lip.

"How's...uh," he trailed off, not knowing if it was appropriate to continue.

"Good," you answered. "It's a girl."

"Oh," he nodded lamely, suddenly losing every bit of confidence that he had mustered up before calling you.

"That's nice."

"Yeah," you answered.

"What's her name?"

"I've named her Hope."

Hoseok swallowed painfully. "Oh... that's uh, that's beautiful."

You stayed quiet on the other side of the phone, silently fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.

"Why did you call me, Hoseok?"

The man was at a loss for words. He knew why he called you, but somehow he found it difficult to word it. Some part of him expected you to never pick up, another part of him thought you'd lash out at him and shout at him because he totally deserves it.

Never did he actually think that you'd end up being almost decent and would reveal to him that you had a daughter.

"I just called to see if you were doing alright," he explained in a quiet murmur. "It's been a while."

"It has," you acknowledged. "A year, almost."

"I've been, uh..." Hoseok gulped anxiously, not knowing how to continue. "I've been feeling really horrible about the whole thing, y'know?"

"Ah, is it?"

"Yeah," he nodded meekly. "I ran away like a coward, but I spoke to Yoongi hyung a few months ago when I couldn't deal with the guilt any longer."

"Mhm."

"Not just because I avoided you and behaved so badly with you. I regret ruining our friendship. What we had was pure, and I hate that we barely talk anymore. I hate that because of me, you lost so many more people. The boys miss you a lot."

"I know, I met up with them recently," you said.

Hoseok's brows uplifted in surprise. "You did?"

"Yeah, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook came over to meet the little one."

"Oh," he suddenly frowned. "I didn't know."

"Yeah, well," you laughed awkwardly. "Not something that concerns me too much."

Hoseok finally exhaled shakily, closing his eyes and deciding to just go with it.

"Can I meet you?"

The silence that followed had Hoseok holding his breath in fear.

Almost after half a minute, you sighed deeply.

"My daughter just woke up, Hobi. I'll call you later."

And there were more positive sides to your response than there were negative. Avoidance to his question but a promise to call him back. A name he hadn't heard from your mouth in God knows how long. Hoseok would hold onto that hope.

Park Jimin:

It was almost like those scenes that you see in the movies. A man magically becomes close to a child and later finds out that he's the father. As funny as it sounds, Jimin almost broke to pieces the moment he knew that the little boy that he'd play with in the garden every weekend was his own son.

Jimin had been running late one fine day. He'd spent the night playing video games and ended up sleeping through his alarm and the loud bangs against his door when his manager and driver arrived to pick him up.

With all that said, Jimin reached the company building two hours late, profusely apologizing and offering to begin the practice on an empty stomach. Because of that, he ended up leaving work an hour late, and although he was extremely tired, he made a dash down to the little garden that he usually walks to, to play with his little friend.

Jimin's smile was like no other. It was almost magical, the way the tiredness left his body when his eyes landed on the young boy sitting alone on the swing, patiently waiting for his pink-haired friend to arrive.

But then he saw you.

He almost didn't recognize you when his eyes first caught sight of a woman walking towards the swing with open arms, watching inquisitively as the boy jumped off and darted towards the woman that he called out, "Mama!"

Jimin failed, not once - when he left you before. But again, when he left his son.

Jimin couldn't help but run away once more, the tears already streaming down and the pain in his heart appearing to be so heavy that it actually made him slide down against his car door and hold his hands over his mouth to muffle his cries.

How could he face the boy who had taken such a great liking to him? How could he, when there were such great chances of him accidentally meeting you in the process?

Jimin didn't have many answers.

He was heartbroken.

But the moment his eyes held his son's gaze once again, three weeks later - Jimin knew that there was no turning back.

Jimin thought the boy would be angry at him for just disappearing without a word. He thought the little boy would be filled with malice against the man he didn't know was his own father.

But there wasn't a hint of hatred on his precious little face.

Just happy eyes squinting into crescents as he raced towards Jimin with arms wide open.

"You're finally here! I missed you so much!"

And Jimin didn't bother hiding the first tear that slipped out of his eye onto the boy's shirt when he held him close to his chest, bare knees touching the soft sand on the playground as he knelt and trembled with regret.

"I'm sorry, little guy," he murmured into his son's shoulder.

"I won't leave again, I promise."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was never a man to go back on his word. He promised to not run away like a coward when you told him that you were pregnant, and he never did.

He stayed, which was something you were eternally grateful for.

Just not the way you thought he would.

Along with the promise to be by your side throughout everything, Taehyung had also worded his opinion about the two of you being too young to raise a child and that he wasn't too sure he wished to tie himself to you that way.

So Taehyung stayed - but as a friend.

As absurd as it sounded to you, you'd rather have him be there with you as a friend than not have him at all. The concept of becoming a father was something Taehyung thought was beautiful but was quick to realize that it was quite scary now that it was actually happening.

You noticed him panicking much more than he ever did, random bursts of anxiety ripping through him which left not just you, but Taehyung himself dumbfounded.

Taehyung had begun to feel cornered, the promise of being by your side leaving him feeling obligated to you instead of genuinely wishing to support you throughout the entire journey.

So both of you thought that it would be best if he behaved as a friend instead.

Taehyung felt his first signs of relief in ways he couldn't explain, sudden happiness knowing that he wasn't tied to you in a way that kept him stuck. He was able to be more present, spending evenings with you just talking like how you would when you both were just friends.

He never crossed the line. He never once touched you in a way a friend wouldn't. And as much as he wished he had, he chose not to be a part of your happiness when you felt your baby kick for the first time.

He just couldn't.

But all of a sudden, the line that he had drawn for himself began to blur because all he could feel was fear when you hurt yourself.

It wasn't intentional, but Taehyung didn't know that. As much as a crowd doesn't have a brain, Taehyung soon understood that it doesn't have eyes either.

Taehyung had the man who accidentally pushed you down a short flight of stairs in a headlock, face red in anger and a vein standing up along the length of his neck.

"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HAND ON MY WOMAN?!"

The people were surprisingly helpful, a few women surrounding you when you held your bump in pain, two men choosing to hold Taehyung back from murdering the apologetic man right there.

Twenty minutes in and Taehyung was sobbing beside you, holding your hand to his chest and praying that you and your baby would be safe.

He almost didn't let the doctors take you into the operation theatre, insisting that he couldn't leave your side even for a moment.

"I'm the father of the child!" He pleaded desperately, holding the doctor's knees and begging him to let him go with you.

"I can't lose her! Please!"

Unlike in the movies, the doctor didn't actually let him in. He was held back by a few nurses while the surgeon walked into the O.T. to take care of you instead of the mess of a man that had fallen to the floor in a fit of hysterics.

That episode gave Taehyung the scare of his life. He had no option but to sob in regret when he finally acknowledged the streak of possessiveness that he felt towards you - something he used to feel during the initial days of your relationship with him.

Taehyung was overwhelmed with sudden fear. Fear of losing you. Fear of failing to be the figure that not only you but also your baby needed. Fear of making the wrong decision of drawing a line between the two of you.

And when the doctors finally walked out to explain the situation to him, Taehyung was first by your side even though a nurse offered to take him to see his newborn.

"I'm so proud of you," he murmured in a broken whisper, running a hand over your head and placing the softest kiss on your crown.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you this any sooner."

He gingerly wiped away the tear that splattered onto your cheek.

"I love you. I always have and I always will."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook wondered if it was possible for a person to simply disappear off of the face of this earth. As overexaggerated as that statement might sound, Jungkook couldn't find you anywhere.

It took him a week after he spoke with you to come to his senses. It wasn't like he automatically regretted telling you to give up the baby because he didn't want to be a part of your life in that way. No, Jungkook first felt the reality hit him.

He got someone pregnant.

He was now a father to an unborn child, whether he liked it or not.

So instead of speaking to any of his members, Jungkook took a short break and traveled back home to be with his mother. He told her everything and cried when she looked away in disappointment.

Of course, as much as Jungkook refused to believe it, his entire family harbored the old school of thought and were quite orthodox when it came to such situations. So even though Jungkook understood that it was a natural reaction that he should've expected from his mother, he didn't even think she'd be disappointed in him for not being a man.

"That was very low of you," she spoke under her breath, almost ashamed of saying it.

"I didn't think I raised you up that way, Jungkook-ah."

"What do I do, eomma?"

He placed his head over her lap, craving a touch of comfort and reassurance.

"You go back," she stated as plainly as possible. "Take responsibility for what you've done."

And so he did.

The only thing - he couldn't find you.

Your social media accounts had been deactivated and your phone was picked up by an old lady who stated that she recently registered for a new phone number on which he had called.

Jungkook traveled for weeks on foot, wandering the streets of Korea in search of you, hoping that his eyes would somehow catch sight of you in a crowd or in a taxi that he swore he'd chase down if he did indeed see you in there.

He just wanted to apologize, Jungkook thought to himself. He figured that when he finds you, he'd first apologize for the way he behaved with you. After that, he'd vow to be responsible, in any way that you allowed him to.

But he couldn't find you.

As weird as it sounded, Jungkook kept experiencing this nagging feeling within his gut - you were near.

It got him turning around in the middle of the street or running out of a restaurant leaving his half-eaten meal there, trying to look for you.

This happened for a total of three months until Jungkook finally collapsed against the sidewalk and placed his can of beer beside his foot haphazardly, pulling out his phone and staring at the contact that now belonged to someone else.

He didn't bother deleting it, because it was something about you that he wanted to hold close. He remembered the day he memorized your phone number, proudly bragging about it to you and his members because it was one of the first things about you that he had managed to write on the tablet of his heart.

Jungkook didn't really cry because he felt horrible. He cried because he was desperate. He just wanted to feel you once more, and if he couldn't find you, he'd stop.

Maybe even the heavens wished for it to be that way.

So with a shaky breath, he called the same number again, his overthinking brain quickly rehearsing the lines he'd recite to the old lady when she picks up.

The sound of the call being answered had Jungkook holding his breath, his eyes fluttering closed in a painful memory that flashed across his mind.

You'd always pick up his phone with a giggle, followed by calling him a random thing that you happened to see at that moment.

"What's up, boba tea?"

A sad chuckle breezed through his throat. The things he'd do to hear you greet him that way one last time.

"I'm so sorry for calling this late," he began in a broken whisper, not wanting to irritate the lady on the other end of the call. "I just wanted to..."

"You'll just never give up, will you?"

And there was just nothing that could compare to the feeling of hearing your voice after all those months.

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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The more I think about this whole "Mate" behavior war between Lucien and Az and how Az is somehow better because he figured out Elain was a Seer the angrier I get.

During those months of Elain's depression, what did Az honestly do?

There is zero mention of him visiting her. There is zero mention of him expressing concern for how much weight Elain had lost. There is zero mention of him trying to have any sort of conversation with her at any point.

The very first thing we see him say to her after months of her being turned is, "Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?” and that was because of Luciens suggestion to Feyre.

Then when they actually were in the gardens together:

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables

Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading.

Az doesn't even bother talking to her. Even knowing she was depressed before this, he still expresses happiness that he's not the one to stay behind to watch over her when they others traveled to the Hewn City:

Cassian and Azriel drew sticks for who would remain in Velaris that night. Both wanted to join us at the Hewn City, but someone had to guard the city—part of their long-held protocol. And someone had to guard Elain, though I certainly wasn’t about to tell Lucien that. Cassian, swearing and pissy, got the short stick, and Azriel only clapped him on the shoulder before heading up to the House to prepare.

If Lucien was given the option to stay with Elain and watch over her or travel with the others, which do you think he would have chosen? Also, do you think he would have gloated at not being the one left behind?

Literally, the ONLY thing Az did on his own during those months of Elain's depression was figure out the label given to her power and decide that it would be beneficial to the IC. He didn't take the initiative to offer her food, he didn’t try to engage her in conversation, he didn't first suggest she needed to get out of the HOW, he didn't go out of his way to spend more time than necessary with her or bring in a Healer to look over her.

The only things Az did for Elain was at the request of someone else:

Lucien: “Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”

Az moments later: Neither did Rhys when I sent my order down the bond, asking him, Cassian, and Azriel to help move them. Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?”

And:

I faced Azriel, exposing my palms to him. “What does that mean?”

Azriel’s hazel eyes churned as he studied my sister, her too-thin body. And without a word, he winnowed away.

Azriel ONLY went searching for answers about Elain at Feyre's request. Az only took Elain to the garden at Luciens suggestion and Feyre's mind speak to Rhys.

And for anyone applauding Az for realizing Elain was a Seer because of what the Healer said I'd like to break that down again:

The ancient healer jerked her chin toward Lucien. “See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is AMISS, it’s a mate.”

If something is AMISS. Being a Seer is not something amiss which Az even confirms:

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.

“We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

Aside from Elains depression which Lucien absolutely tried to think of ways to help Elain with, there was nothing Lucien could do in terms of her Seer ability. Nothing was "amiss" considering she was gifted a power.

Az never did anything on his own or out of any real concern for Elain when it came to her depression and the only reason he figured out Elain was a Seer was because Feyre asked him what it meant. Feyre was the catalyst for him looking into it.

And when he did figure it out, all he cared about was how they could utilize her power.

“We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off.

So really, tell me again how much more Az cared about Elain 🤦😂

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Uncertain Grounds (9)

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Ben didn't go after Abby after she left.

He didn't step into her town, nor reached out to her in any sort of way.

She had to learn to live without him again.

It was hard for a while, lonely, but meeting with Vought had sparked something new in her.

Abby had a gift, she had a voice! And she could use it.

The moment she heard about the toxic waste being dumped in her area, she knew she had found her purpose.

And what wasn't her surprise when she found out it was all Vought's doing?

"We cannot let those corporations use our homes and the places our children play as their waste zone," she spoke into the microphone, standing straight as the press recorded her. "We all have rights that have been denied to us for years and years. We've been segregated and forced into isolated areas, and we accepted it. But we are not going to accept being mistreated anymore. We are workers, mothers, fathers, wives and husbands, just like anyone else. We are more American than many of those people, we've been in this land longer than many of those people, and we deserve to be treated with decency!"

She'd been quiet for too long, playing their little games. Trying to please the upper classes, so they would be nice to her.

But they weren't. And she wouldn't be.

"Government has abandoned us for too long now," Abby continued. "It is time that they do their duty and protect us."

She stopped for a moment, touching the paper with her speech, and looked at the people again, this time speaking from her heart.

"As a hero, I’ve served this community my whole life, and I will keep doing it now. Saving people is more than just punching a bad guy, it’s seeking to fight all injustices, whether on the battlefield or the senate floor."

The applauses started slow, but in a moment, everyone was standing, cheering and applauding her words.

It was overwhelming in the best of ways, to know she was finally doing something big. Not just stopping a robbery, not just protecting people from a single symptom, but aiming for the whole system.

She wasn't one for politics, but this was a performance too, wasn't it?

It was like singing, but it mattered now.

Abby walked out of the stage and into the lounge room that was set up for her to relax in, and she kicked off her shoes before walking to the mini fridge to get a water bottle.

She felt the moment she wasn't alone anymore.

"Well, that was quick," she stood straight.

Vought was obviously going to be quick to come to silence her.

Abgial summoned her sword, already knowing they weren't here to talk.

When she swung into darkness, a hand grabbed her with ease, and she was pulled into a hard chest and met a pair of bright green and very familiar eyes.

"Oh my," he smirked. "Hadn't you gotten feisty?"

Abigail gasped at the sight of him, sword falling from her hand.

"My girl's been busy, haven't you?" he grabbed her hips, lifting her up.

"Ben!" she looked at his face.

"Surprised to see me?"

She opened and closed her lips.

"Why... why you?" she whispered.

They had sent him to fight her?!

Ben?!

Her Ben!?

He carried her up, and she was forced to wrap her arms around his neck so as not to fall down.

"They sent me because of some radical commie stuff you've been saying," he held her and locked the door to the outside.

She blinked, confused.

"What?"

He sat down on the couch, and moved his hand to her body, touching the hem of her dress.

"Come on, sweetheart," Ben laughed. "All that toxic waste crap... if people don't want to deal with that, they can just move."

She slapped his hand away.

Had he listened to a single word of what she spoke?

"They can't move away, Ben," she reminded him. "Black people and other minorities can barely get a good mortgage in red-lined areas, we are barred from even trying to get homes in some places."

He scoffed.

"Ben, they are my people!" she argued. "I need to do something!"

Didn't he understand?"

"No, you are not," he scowled.

She frowned.

What?

"Excuse me?!"

"You are a super!" he corrected her. "Like me. Those people don't matter, their issues are nothing!"

She stared at him in shock.

"Ben, that doesn't change anything," she held his hand. "That doesn't separate me from them."

"Yes, it-"

"It gives me even more responsibilities!" she argued. "Because I have a voice, and they don't!"

Ben shook his head.

"Bit of time away from me and then you change that much," he pointed, hands on her thighs.

Abby stared at him for a moment.

"I've always been like this," she corrected him. "Maybe you just didn't know me."

He watched her face, looking suddenly lost.

A whole year of a relationship and... what had they accomplished together?

Ben didn't even know who she was, or the things she loved and was passionate about.

The problems she went through...

His face hardened, and he grabbed her chin to make her look at him.

"Listen to me," Ben spoke firmly. "Vought gave me an order. To stop you from this little campaign you're doing, by any means necessary."

Abby hardened her face just as well.

"So what, you're here to kill me?"

That would only make her voice louder.

That seemed to make him falter, just a bit, but she knew him. It was noticeable.

"You must want something," Ben stared at her. "Just name it."

Abby wasn't stupid, she knew that the moment Vought got involved it would be a losing battle.

But perhaps there was still some leeway.

"I want you to get all the toxic waste out," she demanded. "In fact, I want it to be all cleared out."

Ben rolled his eyes, but she continued, holding his jaw and making him look at her, though much softer than him.

"Think about the media coverage," she insisted. "Vought will love it!"

He pressed his lips together, but agreed, at last, nodding.

"Fine," he whispered.

Still, his arms still held her close.

The air was tense as they just stared at one another.

"Ben..." she sighed, resting a hand on his and breaking the silence. "You know... what... I..."

She couldn't say anything.

Well, what did she have to even say to him?!

"I missed you," she confessed.

Ben's shoulders fell and he pulled her closer.

"I missed you too," he rested his forehead on hers.

He reached for her lips, and Abby let him kiss her.

His lips were soft, and the kiss was everything she dearly missed.

Everything in her called for him, yearned for him, and she wanted to pretend she had moved on, but she couldn't.

Because she hadn't.

Abby loved him, and she hadn't stopped loving him even if she couldn't see him.

It was unhealthy, insane and horrible.

But it was all she knew, and he was everything she wanted.

His hand moved to her thigh, pushing up, and Abby pulled back, frowning a bit.

She didn't want sex now. They were in such a public place, anyone could see them there.

"Hey," she put a hand on his. "Can we just cuddle? If you don't have anywhere else to go?"

Ben looked at her, surprised for a moment.

"Well... yeah," he agreed slowly. "Sure."

It was new to him, Abby knew that.

Sex was something they both enjoyed and even wanted but... well, it was everything they did, wasn't it?

She rested her head on his shoulder and Ben eloped her in his arms, squeezing her close.

Silence surrounded them completely, and she just felt him close.

When Ben exhaled suddenly, she thought he was about to ask her to get up, but he didn't. A little moment later, she felt a single wet drop on her cheek.

Was he crying?

She tried to pull away, but he just held her in place a little tighter, and Abby decided not to fight him.

Ben was all macho. She'd rather not embarrass him.

Abby reached up, petting his hair, and hummed a little song, trying to comfort him.

"Why?" Ben asked quietly.

She blinked, a little confused.

"Why what?"

"Why do you love me?"

The question took her by surprise, and Abby couldn't answer for a moment.

How could she even explain why she loved him?

How could anyone explain love?

"I just do," she sighed. "Because I know you. The real you."

Sure, Ben was... rough.

Complicated.

But deep down, he was a good man and just needed a little bit of help to find himself.

And she could help him!

Ben moved, and she looked up at his face.

"I don't think I ever remember who the real me is," he confessed to her, eyes all wet. "It's always been Soldier Boy."

She reached for his face and caressed his cheeks.

"Well, Ben is a wonderful man," she leaned close to him, resting her forehead on his and moving her nose over his. "You should meet him."

He chuckled and kissed her again.

"God, I missed you," he sighed.

Abby smiled, and he looked up at her face.

"Maybe Soldier Boy should go on a long mission," Ben hummed. "Maybe a month or something."

She giggled. It was a nice idea, wasn't it?

"Maybe somewhere nice," she teased. "The Bahamas... Hawaii... Rio de Janeiro..."

"Reel what?"

She chuckled. Oh, Ben.

"South America," she told him.

He grinned, and a knock on the door made her raise her head and look at it.

"Abby?" someone called.

"In a minute," she told them.

She turned to Ben, biting her lower lip.

"Maybe Soldier Boy could join me on stage?" she offered. "And tell the people the wonderful things Vought decided to do?"

They would never take away his words if Ben told them.

"Alright," he sighed. "Let's go."

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readerleedigest · 2 years

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On Edge Pt. 2

This is a tickle fic. Don’t read if that’s not your thing.

Reader does have to go get their ankle checked out after the fall they took in Part 1.

“You ready to go?” Steve was standing in the doorway, swinging the keys around his fingers.

You finished tying your shoe, which fit uncomfortably around the ace bandage on your ankle. It’d seemed like the ankle had healed after your fall down the stairs. However, now that it’d been a month the pain had started up again, and you could tell you were fighting to keep from rolling it again.

You’d planned to just give it more time, but Robin was adamant that you let Steve take you to get it checked out. One thing led to another, and they’d sent you to Physical Therapy.

Something you’d be more than happy to drive yourself to and from.

“Steve, for the last time, I’m perfectly capable of driving myself there.” You stood up, gesturing towards your wrapped ankle. “I think the whole thing is pretty pointless anyways. Gait and strength training. As if I don’t know how to walk.”

“Do you?” Steve laughed. “Know how to walk, that is? Because I’ve seen enough to argue otherwise.”

“Okay, rude,” you scoffed, barely suppressing a laugh. “Just for that, I get to choose the music in your car.”

“Oh, so I am taking you?”

“I’m blessing you with the privilege of chauffeuring me.”

“Oh, thank you most gracious Y/N.” He mockingly bowed. “Now come on. We’ll be late, and it’s your first appointment.”

By the time Steve parked the car, you were thinking of all the ways this could go wrong and you could embarrass yourself. Seriously, what kind of 20-year-old can’t walk without injuring themself? These people would think you were stupid or something.

“Hey.”

A sudden squeeze on the top of your knee had you jolting back to the present with a choked laugh.

“STEHEVE,” you scolded, slapping his hand away.

“I know that look. You’re in your head again.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged. He wasn’t wrong.

“Let’s just get it over with,” you sighed, getting out of the car and walking inside, Steve trailing behind.

The receptionist had you fill out a few pages worth of paperwork, and let you know that the Physical Therapist would be out to see you shortly.

You tried hard not to overthink again, but you were still anxious.

“This knee is really a problem for you today, huh?” Steve joked, pushing down on your knee gently, as you’d been bouncing it up and down rapidly as you waited.

“Maybe you just put me on edge.”

“Ah, the old ‘on edge’ excuse again. We all know what that really means.”

“That is not what I --”

You were interrupted by the Physical Therapist, who called your name and introduced herself as Sam.

“You can bring your boyfriend back into the working area with us,” Sam offered to Steve, causing you to chuckle.

“He’s not --”

“I’ll come back if that’s not any trouble,” Steve smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“No trouble at all!” Sam smiled, turning to lead the way. You took that opportunity to shove him away from you, causing Steve to laugh.

You sat down on a cushioned bench, and Sam had you remove your shoe and bandage so she could see the full range of motion in your ankle.

“Any pain?”

“None in my ankle right now.”

“How about now?” Same pushed against the bottom of your foot towards you, stretching the muscle in your lower calf.

“Ooh,” you breathed. “There’s definitely some stiffness there.”

“So the issue here isn’t really your ankle, as much as it’s your calf. When you walk, do you feel like you’re actively keeping yourself from rolling out?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Here, I’m gonna have you walk to that end of the room, and then walk back towards me.”

You did as Sam asked, and when you reached her again, she bent down to look at your ankle.

Steve quietly applauded you from behind her and mouthed the words “You can walk!”

You discreetly made a rude gesture at him, and he smothered a laugh from behind his hand.

Caught up in your exchange with Steve, you almost didn’t hear what Sam asked you next.

“Are you ticklish?”

You were briefly at a loss for words, before shaking your head.

“Nah,” you choked out, trying not to flinch as she felt the arch of your foot.

“Liar,” Steve called over to the both of you, causing Sam to laugh this time as you glared.

“Well, regardless, you aren’t flat footed, so it should just be a matter of strengthening that lower calf muscle.”

The rest of the appointment went smoothly and quickly, ending with your exercise homework for the week.

Afterwards, Steve and you were meeting with Eddie and Robin and Nancy at the Wheelers’ for a movie night in the basement.

“Well if it isn’t the maimed themself,” Eddie crooned from his spot on the armchair, his legs draped over the side.

“How’d it go?” Robin asked.

You shrugged. “Pretty good. I got homework.”

“Just when you think you’re done with school for the summer,” Nancy joked, passing you a soda as you took a seat in the floor, back propped against the couch so you were in front of Robin.

“What’s the movie of choice?” Steve asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of Eddie’s bowl.

“It’s a horror film about ghosts,” Robin responded, beginning to thread her fingers through your hair, something she knew very well made you melt.

“Well that would’ve been helpful earlier.”

You looked up at Steve, who was staring at you where you’d leaned into Robin’s touch.

“Whaddya mean?” You asked.

“Well, I tried tickling you to make you chill out, and that didn’t really work. But all Robin’s gotta do is play with your hair and you practically fall asleep.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Children, children,” Nancy interrupted. “Can we quit the fighting and get along?”

“But Y/N is blatantly lying!” Steve protested. “And it’s not the first time today!”

“What was the first time?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious.

“They said they weren’t to cklish.”

“Well we all know that’s not true,” Robin laughed, fluttering her fingers against your neck.

“Hehehehey! I was just trying to let the physical therapist do her job.” You scooched forward, away from Robin’s hands.

“But what is it El always says?” Steve said with a mischievous look. “Friends don’t lie.”

“It wasn’t a friend, it was a stranger!”

“Well, as long as we’re all in agreement that Y/N is quite possibly the most ticklish in our group.” Eddie stated nonchalantly, getting a chorus of agreement from the others.

“I am not!” You protested, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Wow. That makes the third lie today. You’re just asking for it aren’t ya?”

Robin was the first to pounce after she spoke, sliding down in the floor behind you to wrap you in a hug, your arms trapped in hers.

“WahahaHAHAHAIT!” You cried out as she began to blow against your neck, making you flinch.

“Are you gonna tell the truth?” Robin asked between breaths.

“Thahaht youhou all are jeheherks?”

“Alright that’s it,” Steve sighed, cracking his knuckles before kneeling beside you to squeeze at your knees.

“NAHAHA FAHAHAIR!”

“Come on, Pinocchio! Tell the truth!” Steve teased.

His pinching at your knees made you kick out and throw your head back. The ticklish shockwaves were overwhelming I’m comparison to Robin’s technique.

Eddie imitated a buzzer noise. “Time’s up! You get another tickle penalty.”

“NONONONO,” you called out, watching as he settled himself on your hips. You knew exactly where this was going.

You also knew exactly how to make it stop. Not that you wanted to.

Eddie slowly rolled up your shirt at the hem, resting it at your ribs. Then, slowly but surely he lowered his hands in two claws toward your stomach, making you thrash all the more.

And then his hands were vibrating into your stomach, and skittering across the skin like spiders, causing equal mix of cackles and giggles.

“Final chance, Y/N.” Nancy stood where she was earlier, arms crossed.

“SCREHEHEHEW YOU ALL!”

“Ooo wrong answer. You just earned the ultimate tickle penalty.” Nancy kneeled beside you, mouthing something to the guys you couldn’t see.

“You got her still, Robin?”

“Yeah, I got her. Go for it.”

Steve moved positions to kneel on your other side, and it suddenly dawned on you what they were about to do.

“Ohohokay ohohokay, mahahahaybe I am the most tihihicklish,” you admitted, closing your eyes as you felt the blush on your face grow.

“Oh we know,” Steve grinned.

“That’s what makes this so fun,” Eddie added.

Suddenly there were 6 hands sending you into ticklish bliss, drilling into your ribs, skittering over your lower stomach, vibrating into your middle.

You. Were. Dying.

You descended into silent laughter quickly, and they let up slowly.

“Youhouhou guys are the worst.” You felt the smile on your face saying otherwise, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Not yet,” Nancy smirked, before lowering her head quickly to blow a raspberry on your stomach.

“I GIHIHIVE!” You screeched, and the next second Nancy was smoothing your shirt back down as Robin rested your head in her lap, resuming paying with your hair.

“Aww poor Pinocchio is tired.” Eddie rolled off of you.

“Please don’t start calling me that,” you giggled.

“Well, it’s either that or Giggles.”

You groaned, leaning back sleepily with an amused smile.

Pinocchio would be lucky to have friends like these.

#lee!reader #ler!steve harrington #stranger things tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #ler!eddie munson #ler!nancy #ler!robin

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livingdreams97 · 2 years

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Hailee Steinfeld -- "The Late Late Show"

Hailee Steinfeld x Male reader/oc

Summary: Hailee and Y/n go to James Corden's The Late Late Show, to be interviewed about their new Marvel movie together. The interview gets interesting and they end up playing Spill Your Guts.

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(the man in next to Hailee is the reader. Imagine this is 2023 and not 2022, and the James show still goes on.)

WARNING: There may be sensitive words or comments to read or imagine. NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible.

Y/n's POV

Today Hailee and I had an interview on The Late Late Show with James Corden . To be honest, I'm excited to see what James has in store for us and what we'll do in the interview.

We are in the dressing room, waiting for the program to start and to be able to enter the set. I'm sitting on the couch, watching tik toks on my phone and Hailee is in a high chair while they finish her makeup.

The interview is due to the fact that we have recorded the new Avengers movie : next generation, where I am the new Iron Man and Hailee plays Kate Bishop. So to talk a little about the film and promote it, they have asked us to come to the interview together.

I had decided on plain orange slacks, with a skinny black long-sleeved sweater and black dress shoes. For her part, Hailee wears a beautiful dress, in two different greens, with brown and off-white details; along with some black sandal heels. Needless to say, it looks spectacular.

XX: Guys, the show starts in five minutes.- A staff person tells us, entering the dressing room. -So if you're ready we can go to the plate now.- she tells us and I get up giving my cell phone to Cheri, who has come to accompany her daughter.

Y/n: Ready for this? - I ask my co-star, referring to what we have talked about and the announcement.

Hailee : More than ready.- she nods with an excited smile and we walk together behind the woman from the staff .

XX: You wait here and when I say your names you cross the curtain, say hello and walk to the sofa, okay? - he asks and we both nod in understanding.

James: They are part of the cast of Avengers : The next generation, which premieres in a month on Disney +.- begins to announce. –They are Hailee Steinfeld and Y/n Simpkins .- He introduces us and I open the curtain letting Hailee go in first and I go out behind her.

We greet the audience and together we walk to the gray sofa that is next to James's table. I give way to Hailee so that she sits closer to James and thus being between the two.

James: How are you? - he asks us animated.

Hailee : Well, happy to be here with you once again.- she replies with an excited smile.

Y/n: Well, i'm well and you James? - I ask somewhat amused.

James: I'm fine, thanks for asking.- He answers me with a wink. – But now i want to talk to you about this Steinfeld , because i saw you recently and i didn't know because this is Hailee Steinfeld at the MET gala, right .- he says and shows the photo he took of her at the hotel before the gala.

Hailee : Yes.- nods with a smile.

James: This is much i saw you .- says pointing to the photo and causing the public to applaud. –I was staying in this hotel.- he tells us pointing to the background of the photo.

Hailee : Oh, were you ? - she asks letting out a laugh.

James: I recognized this wallpaper and i saw you and didn't know it was you.- he tells us and I smiled amused without being able to help it. –Look, i've never seen you as a blonde before .- comment and I nod in agreement. –I was probably the only person who didn't recognize you there.- he ensures and I can not help but laugh out loud.

Hailee : No, that was my night that consisted in nobody recognizing me and next day woke up to a bunch of text messages with people who said i had no idea who i was talking to the whole time.- tells him a bit funny. – The thing is, i had been to their house for dinner, they are close people.- she explains and I laugh.

Y/n: The night consisted of Hailee approaching people, saying two words and having to say it was her because the others didn't realize it was her.- i comment on the funny memory remembering the night of the MET gala.

James: So, did you perform how many people you know who are absolutely full of bullshit, who pretend they know you even though they have no idea.- he tells her and we both laugh at it.

Hailee : Yeah, quite a few.- she says agreeing with the presenter. –And even this one didn't know it was me for a few seconds.- she says pointing at me with her thumb and looking at me with narrowed eyes.

Y/n: In my defense, I will say that I didn't know anything about the wig and that it was quite a shock at first.- I say quickly. -But four seconds after seeing you, I already knew it was you.- I reproached her, looking at her the same way she looked at me.

Hailee : Umjm.- nods without much belief.

James: And how did you know it was her? - he asks me amused and interested in my answer.

Y/n: Easy, her eyes.- I answer shrugging my shoulders. – She has the most beautiful light brown-hazel eyes in the world.- I say without any shame.

Hailee : Ohh .- she exclaims with a tender pout.

James: Okay, that's the next topic .- assures us by pointing to us. – But back to the MET look, where this idea comes from to go as a blonde and look like this? - he asks curiously and I settle more on the sofa.

Hailee : So it was my tenth year at the MET so i figured let's shake it up a bit.- she replies amused and surreptitiously I place my hand and move her hair back, leaving her left profile in sight.

James: I thought you might have gotten your inspiration from Lee in the Hobbit, because look at that.- he says and Hailee looks at me funny just like me at her.

Hailee : Absolutely .- confirms and I lean forward to drink some water, while the public cheers and laughs.

James: I mean, if you look at this side by side ...- he says placing the photos side by side.

Y/n: I know , it's really hard to tell who's who, right ? - I agree amusedly, settling back on the sofa and getting a little slap on the leg from Hailee .

James: Y/n, you can answer, do blondes have more fun? - he asks me referring to my natural hair color.

Y/n: Absolutely, right ? - I answer with a smile, earning a tender laugh from the girl to my right.

James: Okay, leave that there, i want to talk about something really important .- he tells us leaving the photos face down on the table and focusing on us.

Hailee : What is so important? - she asks interested, while I return to place my arm on the back of the sofa and place my hand just behind her shoulder area.

James: There are rumours, about your relationship and about a possible romance between you.- He begins to say and I hold back my laughter. -Everyone has seen the paparazzi photos, those of your both instagrams and some comments that suggest a possible romantic relationship between the two of you.- he points out with an amused smile. -So it's time guys, are you or are you not in a relationship? - He asks us and I look at Hailee , connecting our eyes immediately.

We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, keeping our faces serious and giving no clue as to our possible response. But we have come prepared for this question and have talked about it many times.

Y/n: Do you want to answer or me? - I ask biting my lip to keep from smiling.

Hailee : I say it? - she asks me feigning disinterest and I nod. -Well James, the truth is that no, we don't even get along and we don't spend more than two seconds together.- she answers with a serious face.

James: What? - questions confused and misplaced by the answer.

Everything falls silent for a few seconds, until neither Haiz not I can stand it and we start laughing out loud.

Y/n: Oh my god, have you seen his face? - I ask my girlfriend completely amused.

Hailee : It's been incredible.- she nods, still laughing.

James: Okay, I'm not understanding anything.- He expresses with obvious confusion on his face.

Y/n: The truth is that yes, we are dating.- I answer honestly this time, stopping laughing and unable to avoid the huge smile that appears on my face.

James: Yes, I knew it!- exclaims excited. –I am the shipper nº1 of this relationship.- He points us with a huge smile. –And this happened before, during or after the filming of the film in which you worked together ? - questions completely interested.

Hailee : Y/n and I have known each other for like six years? - she asks me a little insecure and I nod. -And during the pandemic we became closer, we talked practically every day and there was not a single night in which we did not do facetime, and I began to feel things.- she begins to tell him.

Y/n: I have to say that I had a very small crush on her since we met.- I explain unashamedly, receiving an affectionate look from my girlfriend and i cares her back lovingly in response.

James: And how did you meet? Tell us how you went from being friends to a couple and how long have you been? - he asks us excitedly, like a child with a new toy. -The world wants to know.- he assures us and we can't help but laugh about it.

Y/n: Ur friend Dove Cameron introduced us, since she is a mutual friend that we have and since then we have been good friends.- I answer one of the questions. – And regarding the other, well, I think we both realized during the quarantine that our relationship was no longer so much like that of two friends, but rather like a couple because of how we talked to each other and because of how it felt.- I explain seeing how he nods listening.

Hailee : And in about four months we will make three years of relationship.- She tells him and the presenter opens his eyes completely surprised.

James: Three years? - question impressed and we both agree. –You have been together for three years and no one has known until now? - He asks again and we both agree.

Y/n: Really, both Hai 's family and mine, together with our closest friends and co-workers do know it.- I comment, getting closer to my girlfriend, to be sitting closer and not so far apart.

Hailee : The thing is we wanted to keep it secret in some way, to be able to enjoy the relationship in peace and that way the media pressure could not somehow spoil the relationship.- she explains to the presenter, placing her hand on my thigh and leaning a little to my side.

James: And how after three years have you decided to admit it?- he asks us interested. –I don't want to say that this isn't amazing because it is, I mean my favorite couple has admitted to being together on my show for the first time and it's an exclusive. But why? - he asks us again.

Hailee : Well, if that seemed like an exclusive, I don't know what the answer will look like to you.- She comments completely amused and puts her hand inside my right pants pocket.

James: It can't be.- he says in shock, opening his eyes completely, covering his mouth with his hand and staring at my girlfriend's hand.

Y/n: I think so.- I nod letting out a small laugh.

James: I don't think so.- He denies removing his hand from his mouth.

Hailee : The thing is that Y/n asked me to marry him about two weeks ago and I said yes.- she replies with a radiant smile, finishing putting the ring on her finger and showing her hand to the presenter.

Y/n: In addition to the fact that we have been living together for a year and a half, and it is already a bit tiring having to make sure in interviews that the other does not come out, or the dogs are not heard or that there is nothing in sight that they can say which is the same house.- I comment with a sigh of exasperation. -But the wedding thing is the main reason.- I assure with a smile, looking at my fiancee and seeing the sparkle of happiness in her beautiful eyes.

Hailee : But the interview thing is also an important point.- She nods agreeing with me. –Especially with Martini, who always wants to be with Y/n and if they're in the same place and she can't be with him, she gets intense.- she comments and I laugh remembering my fiancee's dog.

James: Congratulations guys, I'm still processing it and in shock, but I'm so happy.- He ends up sharpening his voice with emotion. -And have you thought about a date or something?- He asks us and we both agree.

Y/n: We have decided that it will be between July and December, since we want it to be between our birthdays and we also want a somewhat summery wedding.- I answer him and see how he nods.

James: It's clear that I'm part of the guests, right? - He asks excitedly.

Hailee : I don't know James, after the Hobbit I'm not so sure.-she denies a little insecure.

James: Please, I'll do anything, I need to see you getting married and be present.- He begs, joining his hands in the form of a plea. -Please, please.- he asks with a pout.

Y/n: Love, don't be mean, look how cute he looks.- I tell my fiancee with a pout.

Hailee : I'm kidding baby.- She assures me laughing and leaving a squeeze on my thigh. -Of course you're on the guest list, James.- she assures him with a small laugh.

James: Yess!- He celebrates by getting up from his chair and doing a weird dance. –Now tell me about this new project and what it has been like to be part of the cast of the new generation of Avengers?- he asks us, sitting down again and reading the question from the primers.

Hailee : I already played Kate Bishop in Hawkeye and therefore the character has not been as new to me as it is to Y/n.- she comments with a smile. -But being Kate again has delighted me, besides that I have once again had the opportunity to work with Florence and with the rest of the cast like Tom, Iman and the rest of the new cast .- she comments and I nod in agreement.

Y/n: For me it has been quite an experience, because I really only came out in Iron Man 3 and Endgame more as an extra and I did not expect to be the next Iron Man .- I explain biting my lip. –So being the new Iron Man and recording with the suit and working for the MCU has been incredible.- I assure him with a huge smile.

Hailee : Cute.- She whispers to me with a smile, only for me to hear her and I feel how my cheeks turn red.

We spend a little more time talking about the movie, with James asking about our characters and the plot. Until there comes a point in the interview and James starts to smile evilly.

James: Okay, as you all know there are several games on my show and today is not going to be any different. - He assures looking at the public, who applaud and celebrate. – Tonight we are going top lay Spill your Guts .- announces and the public goes crazy.

The three of us got up from our seats and walked over to an empty round table. I sit in a corner, with my fiancee facing me and James in the center of the table between us.

From one moment to another part of the staff appears , with some dishes in their hands and they begin to put unappetizing things on the table. I make a gesture of disgust when I see one of the posters and I open my eyes surprised when I read another poster.

James: Welcome back, i'm James and i'm joined at this partying table with Hailee Steinfeld and Y/n Simpkins .- announces when the staff disappears and the cameras roll again. -You've never played this game before, have you?- he asks us with an amused smile.

Y/n: No, and I don't think I'm going to like it.- I say with a grimace, seeing the cow's tongue on the table.

James: Perfect , so i'm going to explain the game for you guys .- he says and looks at the camera again. –In this game, you will have to answer a personal question truthfully pray at something disgusting.- he announces and i grimace. -Look at his face.- he points at me laughing.

Y/n: I don't understand the purpose of this game.- I deny looking at the food.

James: The game works like this, the three of us will ask each other questions with what is put on the cards to our right, whoever does not want to answer has to eat whatever has been put in front of them by the person who asks. - he explains to us. -Is it clear?- He asks us and I make a face nodding.

Hailee : Is it real food or is it cake or jelly shaped like food? - she asks the presenter in a whisper, looking very cute and causing everyone present to laugh except me.

James: Or no, it's real food.- confirms amused. – Shall we start? - He asks and I see how my fiancee nods a little scared.

Y/n: I have a question first of all.- I say calling the presenter's attention.– How do you get the code sperm and the bird saliva, are you waiting for the bird to salivate in a glass or what?- I ask really interested.

James: I don't get it, but I'm sure that if you ask the staff they will know how to answer you and you will be satisfied with it.- He answers me with a small laugh. –You start your Y/n.- he points at me and I look at him insecurely.

I look around the table, trying to decide what to put in front of him and a way to get back at him for making me play this game. He smiles when I decide what to give him and move the table until the cod sperm is in front of him.

Y/n: Okay James, name one artist who have turned down for Carpool Karaoke? - I read the question on the card and when I look up, I see him grab a piece of cod sperm and put it in his mouth. – Iugh.- I say holding back the arcade.

James: My turn.- he says after drinking water, he reads the card to know whose turn it is and moves the table so that the clam juice is in front of Haiz.–Hailee, who es the most surprising celebrity to ever slide into your DM's ?- asks with an evil smile.

Hailee : I'm not saying .- she denies and takes a sip from the glass.

Y/n: Who? - I ask curious.

Hailee : You know who it was .- she answers me with a gesture and I open my eyes when I remember it.

James: Ey this isn't fair, you know it.- He points at me and I stick out my tongue at him in mockery. – Hailee your turn.- he says and my partner smiles evilly when she reads the card.

Hailee : Babe I'm so sorry.- She apologizes with a fake pout, moving the table and putting the sardine smoothie in front of me.

Y/n: I intend to take revenge.- I assure her with a disgusted face, seeing the glass in front of me and knowing that she has done it on purpose because she knows how much I hate sardines.

Hailee : Y/n have you ever gotten excited in the worst moment possible?- She asks me and I look at her confused.

Y/n: Excited in which way?- I ask without understanding very well.

James: Excited as in turn on.- he answers me and I open my eyes surprised.

I look between the smoothie and my fiancee, seeing the wicked, amused grin that graces her eyes. She knows it, she knows my answer and she knows it because she is the one who teases me in the worst possible situations.

Haiz knows that I don't like to talk about these things publicly, she knows perfectly well and she knows that I will end up drinking the smoothie before answering the question.

Y/n: This is your revenge for me eating the last cookie?- I ask with narrowed eyes.

Hailee : I don't know what you're talking about baby.- she answers feigning innocence, but I see through her facade and I know she does it for revenge.

James: Uuu, i like were this is going.- he admits completely entertained .

Y/n: You know what.- I say crossing my arms and smiling mischievously looking at my fiancee. –Yes, I had gotten exiceted quite a few times in the worst moments .- I respond seeing the surprise on my partner's face and the certain blush on her cheeks.

James: I didn't expect you to answer the truth.- He comments, laughing entertained.

Y/n: To whom hasn't happened, especially in adolescence when hormones are revolutionized and it just wakes up alone wherever you are.- I say shrugging my shoulders and downplaying it.

James: Okay my turn.- he says reading the card and moving the table until the pig's feet are in front of me. - Y/n, rate your sexual partners from worst to best.- reads and I open my eyes completely surprised. –And your current relationships counts.- reminds me and I look at a completely blushing Hai.

Y/n: Yeah, i'm not going to answer that.- I refuse taking the leg of pork in my hand and looking at it with a little insecurity.

James: It is not necessary to bite it, you just have to respond and you will not have to taste it.- He assures me with an evil and playful smile.

Y/n: I prefer this to answering, really.- I say and take a bite of the pork leg.

As soon as I bite into it, I feel the cold temperature of the meat and if it wasn't for that it wouldn't be so bad. That is to say, it is pork and normally everything is eaten; from tail to nose.

James: Well right?- he asks amused, while I chew and leave the rest of the leg in the bowl.

Y/n: It's cold.- I answer by swallowing and drinking some water. -If it was a little hotter and maybe with some sauce I would eat it calmly.- I comment and I see his surprised face. – My turn?- I ask and he nods.

I pick up the card, seeing the name and smiling wickedly. I grab the edge of the table, moving it until the hot sauce is in front of Haiz and smile at her face. Hailee has very little resistance to spicy and I am almost sure that she would prefer the salsa chupito to answer the question.

Y/n: Okay Hailee , which one is the worst film you worked on?- I ask reading the card and seeing how she opens her eyes in surprise.

Hailee : You're evil.- she tells me with narrowed eyes.

Y/n: Revenge honey, revenge.- I tell him with a superior smile.

James: At least it's something simple like hot sauce and not bird spit or a bull's penis.- He tries to cheer her up.

My fiancee just shakes her head, picking up the glass from the plate and looking at it ruefully. She takes a deep breath and brings the glass to his mouth. She narrows her eyes at me, before closing her eyes and downing the shot of salsa.

Hailee : It burns, it burns.- she repeats taking the glass of milk and starting to drink anxiously.

James: Is it that hot?- asks putting a finger in the other glass and then tasting the sauce. -Oh yeah, it's hot.- he confirms drinking a little milk too.

Hailee : Uff, that was hot.- she says ending the milk in her glass and moving the table, so the bull penis is in front of him.– James, what famous person was the worst to work with?- she reads the card and we both look to the presenter with interest .

James: Oh come on.- he complains and takes a piece of penis and puts it in his mouth.

Y/n: It wouldn't have been easier to answer, it was just a name.- I say the same thing he said to me before eating the pork leg.

James: Well, this has been all, I hope you have enjoyed and had fun with tonight's program.- He says looking at the camera. –Thanks Hailee and Y/n for coming tonight and the rest, see you on the next show.- He says goodbye and I greet the camera with a smile.

I watch as the camera light goes out and the staff go back to the plate to start clearing the table. The three of us got up from the table, talking about our relationship and future wedding for a few minutes.

We then move on to say hello to some of the fans, to talk to them, take some photos with them, and catch up with some returning fans.

Half an hour later, we said goodbye to everyone to go back to the dressing room and join my mother-in-law to go home together. Tonight Hai and I have a family dinner at our house, to celebrate the engagement, as it is a secret and no one in our family knows about it.

Although I think now Cheri knows, since there is a screen in the dressing rooms and she must have seen it. And if we confirm it when we enter the dressing room and he throws himself at us to hug us crying with joy.

The day ends with Hailee and I in bed, cuddling and kissing affectionately with Martini and Brando. After announcing and celebrating our engagement and future wedding with the family. Wedding in which the mothers-in-law already want to put their hand and organize every detail. But i wouldn't change it for anything.

THE END

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luvring · 1 year

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have the bestest day and thNk u

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3 seasons is also VRY vry cute i don't usually play games w an mc visual but ivy is so pretty so IDC!!! u can play all the routes pretty easily they're all lovely like... it isn't super often i come out liking all the LIs pretty much on the same lvl. mamma mia!

....the persona 5 vn. IMCRYING I'm so fucking serious like. the characterization is REAL it's super well made. i'd like to say u could enjoy without playing p5 but um. probably not to the full extent. i played out of principle as a p5 enjoyer and for goro bc he's one of summer's fav charas ever and his route was so awesome actually. Epic Major Spoilers obvi. akira slayed also (my good ending completionist side..☹️)i won't say much abt him bc i'll ramble on and on but summer after finding out i had a crush on him yrs ago was like Yeah that makes a lot of sense he is so loz link.. like man

$30 gilded shadows (free demo) which i need to play again I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH ARI'S ROUTE MONTHS AGO rika said he was so my type and i trust them fundamentally. caissa my beloved. like the world building + charas it's just,, well done y'know

$12 when the night comes haven't played but rika rlly likes it so i'm putting it here anyways. LOL

NOT VNs. they are IFs...like there's Literally no visuals. read in browser. but i stand by the night market (1st book finished!) which i've rb'ed a bit + speaker . both fantasy,, love both casts i love everything they're doing i'm genuinely so so excited to see where they go!!! PLEASE!!!

YANDERE DEMOS separated for if they aren't ur thing which is obvi Valid. i erm. went down a bit of a rabbit hole. pls read their warnings! always read game warnings. but like. ok anyways

DEMO 14 days with you yeah. ren. i like when mc notes that smth is Off abt him. lots of asks answered on the tumblr! I can fix him.

DEMO something's wrong with sunny day jack jesus Christ . some of the best vn va work i have ever come across like Genuinely wtf. and the concept is rlly cool. was put off for a long time bc of.. jack's appearance.. sowwy. but wow it is just. really well done.

bitter/sweet blythe orange masc blythe va ?? did such a good job?? like srsly what. sorry wow that's the main thing i just rlly wanted to applaud them a bit. also I LOVE THE PARTIAL OST??? i want it so bad i was humming it for a couple hours after like

DEMO our dollhouse I'm so serious when i say i didn't realize it was for yanjam so when i came to my own realization of Oh Shit He's Sus and checked i was like FUCKCKDJ 😭😭 OBVIOUSLY... but srsly love the art and i'm excited to see how mc figures it out and what happens. did a good job at making a pretty Understandably oblivious(??) mc. like yeah i can see why u wouldn't expect him.

DEMO favor Z Intrigues Me. had to try so hard for the secret ending but now i am more intrigued like OKAYYY WHAT HAPPENED BROTHER 🤨 i like the tail animation also. also when u say u like possession horrors woah hey. hey. pal

#🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #💌nia.recs #straight yp just saying summer and rika instead of my friend.#imcriyngkrkfnd

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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 6/16: One Moment Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (1.2K/24K) Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally though. Chapter Summary: Killian gives a little speech at the benefit dinner. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au Author's notes: I write my chapters in advance. This chapter was written a couple months ago. Those of you keeping up with what's going on in my life might be a little surprised by that as they read this, but I just feel like I should point out that this chapter was written without any influence from what's been happening irl this past weekend. [more information in the a/n at the end of the chapter on ao3] Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda (i'm so sorry i forgot to tag you in my last few updates, linda!) [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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As they waited for their food to be brought out, Killian found his hand drifting ever closer to Emma under the table. After a moment or two, Killian thought he felt Emma's hand brush against his during a lull in the conversation. He looked at her, and she winked at him out of the corner of her eye. He took that as a sign and finally took her hand, seeing a smile creep across her face and a slight nod as he did.

He did his best to pay attention to conversation as he held Emma's hand- but, of course, he also wanted to pay attention to her. Soon, their dinner was brought out, and Killian tried to eat as quickly as he could in polite society- once all the tables had been served, he'd have to get back onstage.

"The worst part of this gig is almost over," Killian thought, "just get up there, talk in front of a bunch of people, try not to get too emotional, then leave. that's only four things, and you like doing that last one. No big deal."

But as he watched the last table get their food, and as Mr. Nolan nodded at him, he started to feel his hands shake.

"You can do this," he told himself.

"I guess that's my cue," Killian said.

"Break a leg up there," Emma said, and when she said that, she smiled at him, and when he saw her smile, he felt a surge of confidence, at least enough that he could get onstage without tripping again.

The band played the last note of their song as Killian took the microphone.

"Let's hear a big hand for Leroy and the Lucky Seven," Killian said, then paused a moment as the audience applauded and the band took a bow. The band then left the stage, leaving Killian standing alone in front of everyone.

"I want to thank each of you again for coming out tonight," Killian began, "as some of you may know, this is a cause very near to me." He looked across the stage to the table where David and Mary Margaret Nolan sat, and instead found his gaze drawn to Emma, whose smile shone like the stars in the heavens- a calming presence.

"When the Nolans approached me and asked if I'd like to give a few words at their upcoming benefit dinner, I was more than happy to oblige- especially when I learned what cause we were benefiting. The Humbert Cardiovascular Fund was started over a decade ago, to help support the research into and treatment of heart conditions, such as pericarditis, aneurysms, and cardiomyopathy."

Killian tried to hide his smile, because while he knew it was a serious matter he was talking about, he was proud of himself for pronouncing all those words properly.

"I know what a lot of you guys are thinking right now," he said, "because I've been in your shoes a lot. A few of you are thinking 'that was good steak tonight,' or 'will anyone judge me if I leave to use the bathroom,' and most of you are thinking, 'man, when will this guy stop talking so we can keep this night moving and get to dessert?'"

He took a deep breath as the audience laughed at his joke, hoping he'd get a different- but still as engaged- response from his next statement. He looked at Emma again, like a proverbial breath of fresh air, then continued.

"But I know what almost all of you are thinking right now. 'Cardiovascular diseases are awful, but why should they matter to me?' As selfish as it sounds to admit it, most of you are thinking that same thought. I myself have wondered the same thing about so many causes."

He bit his lip and closed his eyes. "But this is not one of them," he said, "not anymore. And my hope is to show you all a change of thinking the easy way." he shook his head. "I wouldn't wish the hard way on anyone."

"Get yourself together," Killian thought, "the goal isn't to guilt trip donors with a dramatic display of emotion."

"I used to think 'why does this matter to me?'" he said, "'I'm not someone with a cardiovascular disease. I don't know anyone with a cardiovascular disease.' That's a dangerous thought to think, because all it takes is a single moment to change that fact."

He closed his eyes and shook his head, "Ten minutes. It took ten minutes to go from a carefree college student who wouldn't think a heart attack was possible- to losing my brother to cardiac arrest. It took one diagnosis from a doctor to go from never knowing someone with heart disease, to hearing the woman I loved told she's already on borrowed time."

He paused just a moment, letting it soak in, wondering if he should've told his date about his late wife sometime prior to right now, as a conversation rather than an announcement. Still, he continued.

"And as hard as it was to lose my brother, and as hard as it was to grieve as I watched my wife's life slip away- as hard as it was to suddenly go from unaware of that pain to knowing it second hand- I know it could've been me. I know I could've had a heart attack, I could've been diagnosed with endocarditis- and I still could. There's nothing stopping that."

He looked again at Emma, hoping to be comforted by her smile, but instead finding his heart broken over her single shed tear and misty eyes- and a tear ran down his own cheek in response.

"The line between 'this exists a million worlds away from me' and 'this is my only reality' is as thin as one moment."

He took a deep breath, then shook his head, "but that shouldn't matter. Every life should matter. If there was only one person dying, one person we don't even know, we should be giving everything to help them. We have the means to help people- too often all we lack is the compassion. We get so wrapped up in how we're different- sick and well, rich and poor, famous or nobody- that we forget that under all those masks we pretend matter, we're all still people.

"And the only thing that makes you different from them is one moment."

He paused, just for a moment, the entire room silent until he spoke again.

"And the only difference for these people is what you do with this moment."

He closed his eyes and nodded as he put the microphone back on the stand, hoping his words had moved the people. He heard them clapping, but was more amazed as he opened his eyes and saw them standing as they did so.

On his way offstage, he crossed paths with Mr. Nolan. They shook hands, and he put his hand on Killian's shoulder and looked in his eyes.

"Those were bold words," David said, "I'm proud of you for saying them."

Killian smiled, nodding to fight off the urge to give him a hug instead.

They let go of each other's hands and Killian walked back to the table, noticing Emma's gaze following him.

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #cs ff #cs fanfiction #cs au #once upon a time season 6 #david nolan

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