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iluvmattsbeard · 6 days

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where were you? (m.s)

master list

matt sturniolo x reader

VERY STRONG WARNING: SELF HARM/angst/swearing

(please do not read if you are highly sensitive with this subject.)

preview: you were the new student at school. you kept to yourself which caught Matt's eye. he was determined to figure you out.

A/N: this one hits close to home. if you are struggling with your mental health, know you are not alone. you are here for a reason. these type of emotions are tricky to figure out and no one should have to deal with them all by themselves. YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOU THINK. I thank the triplets for bringing me back to life, especially Matt for shining light on the subject and being so genuine. - L🤍

it was early in the morning at school. you just moved to Boston a few weeks ago. you were suppose to start school right away but you couldn't find the strength to do so. you were dreading being in a new environment and meeting new people. today, you had no choice but to show up. the school was blowing up your grandparents phones asking when you will be coming in. so today, you finally showed up.

you walked into the school's office getting your schedule. "name?" the lady at the front desk asks. "y/n l/n" you spoke out quietly looking around. she nods as she looks through a drawer pulling out a small sheet of paper, also grabbing a map. she hands you them as she speaks, "welcome to our school. enjoy your first day!" she says with a warm smile. you give a weak closed mouth smile as you thank her.

you look at the map as you find your way to your first class. taking small steps as possible still dreading being there. you finally stop in front of the classroom door as you put your hand on the handle gently, taking a small breather before stepping inside.

as soon as you walk in, all eyes land on you. you stand there uncomfortably with your heart racing fast. you took their looks feeling judged already. "hello! you must be y/n. correct?" you nod. "great. nice having you here. you may take a seat anywhere." you try to avoid looking around as you make your way straight to the back, sitting in an empty seat. you sat next to a brown haired boy not really paying attention to his face. "hey" you hear him whisper. you turn to look at him automatically catching his blue eyes. "hi" you whisper back looking away after. "i'm Matt" he says still having his eyes on you. as you don't respond, he continues to speak, "uh... I just wanted to introduce myself since we'll be sitting next to each other for the rest of the quarter. we usually do lots of partner work so, I was just hoping to get to know you so this isn't awkward."

you look at him with a blank stare. you appreciated his effort. "I'm y/n" you respond. he gives a soft smile as he looks at the paper laying on your desk. "can I take a look?" he asks pointing at your schedule. you nod sliding it over to him. "I can help show you around." he offers looking up from the paper and back towards you. you shake your head a bit before speaking, "no it's fine." grabbing your schedule. "i'll figure it out." "well I would like to anyways to make you feel comfortable." he suggests. you knew he wasn't going to stop pushing so you later on agree.

Matt walked with you during every passing period before lunch. he showed you where the bathrooms were, where the library was, and where the cafeteria was before walking you to your next class. the last class before lunch. "that actually helps a lot" you tell him with the same weak smile from earlier. "i'm glad" he says with a smile before walking away. you walk into class as you sit down looking at the clock already wanting the time to go faster.

*time skips*

you were finally home as you stand in front of your bathroom mirror sighing. you looked at yourself for a bit. analyzing your face noticing your heavy eye bags. you suffered from the worst insomnia. every night you felt yourself being so tired. but when you shut your eyes, your mind keeps you awake with thoughts you wish you could avoid.

“y/n?” you hear your grandmother say behind the door as she knocks. you open the door revealing her with a gentle smile. “hi y/n. how was school?” she asks. “it went great.” you reply lying through your teeth. you had no choice but to lie. you didn’t feel the need to throw your negativity onto her. you always kept your own thoughts to yourself. especially around your grandparents. you didn’t want to worry them or push them away. they were all you had since your parents disappeared with no warning a few years ago. that’s when everything went down hill for you.

you had this repetitive thought in your head telling you how much of a disappointment you were that even your own parents couldn’t stay. you slowly lost yourself and your ability to socialize.

when night time came around, you laid in bed in the pitch black dark as you let out a soft sigh shutting your eyes. you were practically begging at this point for a good night’s rest. but you couldn’t. you open your eyes as you get up and walk to the bathroom locking it. you opened the drawer and focus your eye on something you were use to. picking it up and letting out a shaky breath.

*time skips*

it’s been a few days now since you’ve been at school. every day had you feeling drained. you even still felt like you were being constantly judged even though people’s stares soon disappeared. you still felt the need to be on your toes. it was lunch time. you walked out of class as you see Matt. “hey y/n. you want to join me for lunch?” he asks. you avoid eye contact with him walking as you speak, “i guess” he nods with a smile as he starts talking about how his day has been so far with you just listening.

*time skips*

you and Matt have been talking more at school. you told him where you were before moving to Boston, you shared common interests, and he talked about his brothers a lot. you were slowly getting used to having him around.

as you and Matt sit in class, you both just sat there doing your work. it was pretty silent in class indicating everyone was focused. you were minding your business until one of your classmates accidentally bumped into your table causing your phone to fall onto the ground. you lean down in your chair reaching for your it as the sleeve of your hoodies goes up slightly. Matt also went to reach for your phone but he stopped himself when he catches a glimpse of your slightly raised sleeve.

Matt’s POV

when i almost reached down to pick up y/n’s phone, i can’t help but notice her sleeve going up a bit revealing her wrist covered in red slits. it stopped me in my tracks as i sat there in shock. she didn’t notice at all that i seen. i look away as i continue to do my work, or pretend, having the image stuck on my mind. why would she do that?

End of Matt’s POV

when school finally ends, you walk out the doors as you get stopped by Matt. “hey y/n!” you turn to look at him. “oh hi” you respond. “you said you walk home so, can i give you a ride?” he asks. “no it’s okay. i like to walk.” you reply with a blank stare. Matt has now been eyeing you closely after what happened.

“come on” he says grabbing your hand softly with a slight smile pulling you to where his car is. “Matt seriously it’s no problem” you say. he opens the door for you looking at you before speaking, “get in” you step inside his car thanking him. “well that was nice of him”you thought to yourself.

the car ride was mostly silent as the only sound playing was his music slightly low. you notice he would glance at you from time to time. after a bit, he pulls up in front of your house putting the car in park. “thank you Matt. i really appreciate it.” you spoke looking at him. “anytime y/n.” he responds smiling. before you completely got out the car he stops you. “oh wait.” you turn around to look at him again. “is it okay to ask for your number?” he asks hoping you would say yes. “um.. sure.” you reply hesitantly. you never really gave anybody your number before. but Matt has been the first to ask for your number in the first place. he hands you his phone and you type it in. he thanks you with a smile and you just nod before going inside.

it was later in the night when you found yourself on your bathroom floor with a blank face. you look down and lift up your sleeves as you flinch a bit from the fabric sticking onto your fresh cuts. you looked at it feeling numb. you had your reasons for doing what you did. but nobody seemed to care to ask. you hid it from your grandparents because you didn’t want to crush them. they basically raised you when your parents couldn’t. they didn’t need to feel like they failed because that’s far from the truth. they did everything right. you just truly were stuck in your own head. that’s why the only comfort you were use to was picking up your razor blade.

you sigh as you let your thoughts consume you. you didn’t want to feel this way anymore. you just wanted to escape from your own head. you pick up the blade but hear your phone buzz.

unknown number

‘hey y/n it’s matt’

you pick up your phone as you reply back.

Y/N

‘hi matt’

as soon as you know it, you two were texting all night distracting you before going to bed.

*time skips*

it’s been quite some time now you’ve been in Boston. even though you had Matt, every single day that goes by got you feeling weaker and weaker. Matt would distract you sometimes. he still had no clue what you’ve been going through. besides the one time he’s seen it but never brought it up.

Matt’s POV

i showed up to school anticipating excitement knowing i get to see y/n. she’s honestly the best person to talk to. it still crosses my mind the thought of her hurting herself but lately i haven’t seen any other signs. but when i arrived to class, she wasn’t there.

Matt

‘where are you?’

i text her but i get no response. i decided to wait and not think much of it until i realized she wasn’t texting back all day.

Matt

‘y/n are you okay?’

‘answer me y/n’

‘why aren’t you at school? why aren’t you replying?’

no response.

when school ends, i decided to get in my car and drive to her house. it was starting to scare me.

End of Matt’s POV

you sat on your bathroom floor with your head leaned against your bath tub, looking at the ceiling. your door wasn’t closed all the way so when Matt walked into your room and saw you in your bathroom, he felt his heart drop. you turned your head as you sat up, “Matt? how’d you get in here?” you ask confused. he walks up to you as he shuts the bathroom door.

“your grandma let me in.” he says. “why weren’t you responding to my texts? what’s wrong?” he asks. you avoid eye contact as you speak, “sorry. just didn’t feel like going.” all he does is stare at you before sitting down in front of you. “talk to me” he says quietly not pulling his eyes away from you. “there’s nothing to talk about?” you say in a confused tone. “clearly there is. i know you don’t like school but you will show up. how come not today?” he questions. “like i said, i didn’t feel like going.” you respond looking at your hands. “are you at least okay?” Matt asks with worry plastered on his face.

“of course i am” you say looking at him with a weak smile. “why wouldn’t i be?” he stays silent as he grabs your hand softly. taking his other hand to raise your sleeve slowly, with him looking at it frozen. you yank your hand away as you get up pulling the sleeve back down.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you ask as you feel yourself heat up. he stands up as well before speaking, “y/n why didn’t you tell me?” “what was there to tell you Matt?” you say in annoyance. “you doing that y/n. why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks with a somber face. “i saw them before in class when you reached for your phone. i never said anything because i didn’t want to pressure you.” “what was i suppose to tell you Matt?!” you say raising your voice. “it’s none of your business or your concern!”

“y/n please talk to me. i’m worried about you.” he says trying to grab your hand but you step back. “don’t touch me! i don’t need you feeling sorry for me.” you tell him. “i care about you. i get you like to keep things to yourself but i’m hear to listen.” he says. you let out a scoff, “this is unbelievable.” you say. “what’s so unbelievable about me wanting to be here for you?” you look at him with your face burning up from rage after his response. “i didn’t ask for you to be here! you should’ve minded your own business.” you exclaim. “i felt like i needed to be here y/n. for you. i don’t want you going through this alone. it pains me to know you just keep quiet.”

“because it’s none of your fucking business Matt! it’s my shit to keep to myself. not for you to hear. it pains you? well how do you think i feel!” you yell out. “y/n please.” he says quietly. “no Matt! i want you gone. no one has ever been here for me before and i sure as hell don’t need anybody now! especially you being here telling me you care when you don’t know shit!”

“yeah i don’t know shit y/n. that’s why i’m here trying to prove to you that i want to be here for you!” he says keeping eye contact. “Matt just get out!” you yell. “i’m not going anywhere y/n.” he says getting close to you trying to hold you but you push your hands against his chest trying to pull away from him, repeatedly screaming out, “get out! get out! GET OUT!” but he doesn’t listen and you eventually give into his hold as you break down crying with your legs giving out. Matt goes down as well holding you as he leans back against the sink cabinet wrapping his arms around you, embracing you in a hug.

he rubs your back softly as you sob in his chest. “i got you y/n. i’m right here for you.” he says reassuringly, resting his chin on your head. “i’m here to listen.” he pulls away as he lifts up your chin looking at the tears roll down your cheeks. he wipes them away and tucks your hair behind your ear. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i want the thoughts to go away and i try to put it into words but i just don’t get it.” you say sadly. he holds your hand as he speaks, “i know it can be difficult. i’m not asking you to tell me everything now because i know this is new for you. take all the time you need. but, i will be here. for you.” you look into his eyes as more tears stream down your face from his kind words. “you’ll be okay i promise.” he finishes, wiping your tears away again. you wrap your arms around his neck hugging him as he wraps his around your waist.

you knew you were safe with him. he validated that for you. “where were you when i needed someone the most?” you whisper out. “i could’ve avoided all this.”

“now they’re just going to turn into ugly scars…” you add on. he pulls away from the hug as he lifts up your sleeves. you gulp as he looks at them. he pulls your arms up gently to his face as he leaves soft kisses on your self inflicted wounds.

“don’t say that. when they turn into scars, i will look at them and tell you how incredibly beautiful they are.” he says. “you’re here for a reason y/n. these that will soon turn into scars, will show how you’ll progress to be stronger.”

you smile softly not even remembering the last time you actually let out a real smile. “thank you Matt.” you say. he smiles as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. “don’t thank me. i’ll always be here.” he says leaving the both of you still on the bathroom floor embracing each other.

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed this Matt imagine. please always spread kindness and positivity! - L 🤍

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willalove75 · 3 months

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The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc Chapter 5

Summary: You have a relaxing weekend with your daughter before your first full week of work begins - and it begins with a surprise visitor and a spontaneous conversation with your new boss.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: fluff, angst if you squint, plot development

I'll add more tags as needed!

Notes: Chapter 5! In reference to the gif: if you know. You know. BECSPK gang 4 lyfeee💕 (Although my go-to is egg whites and bacon on a seedless🤤)

I want to SO apologize for not updating this fic in MONTHS! For those of you who haven't seen my Alcina's New Maid update (or my Tumblr post update) the reason for my lack of writing has been because I'm pregnant! I'm officially 20 weeks (halfway! WOO!) and have been trying to get myself back into a regular writing schedule. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the update!

Ik slow burns can be boring and I'm trying my hardest to keep it entertaining while also not rushing too much!! I have a LOT planned for this fic and I'm excited to get into the meat and potatoes of it!

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Saturday mornings are your favorite. They're usually relatively quiet, not a lot goes on and you get to spend some lazy quality time with Emma. Just as you're clipping her into her booster seat your phone dings with a text message.

Open the door, bitch

Rolling your eyes, you walk to the door and open it to find your sister, Sam, standing in front of you with a brown paper bag in her hands.

"Finally!" She says as she walks into the apartment.

"How long were you standing out there for? Thirty seconds?"

"Thirty seconds too long!" She says over her shoulder as she drops the bag onto the table and leans down to kiss Emma. "Hello my sweet little angel, how are you this morning?"

"Auntie! I'm hungry!"

"You didn't eat yet, did you?" She asks you as she opens the paper bag.

The smell of bacon immediately fills the kitchen and it makes your mouth water. The signature scent of an egg sandwich causes your stomach to growl in response.

"No, I was just about to make Emma something. Fuck that smells so good." You say under your breath. "Where are the kids?"

"Good, I got you a sandwich. And Tyler has them today. It's his weekend." Sam says.

"Ah, gotcha."

Sam hands you a sandwich from the bag and you eagerly take it from her.

"I don't think I've ever loved you more in my life."

"Ha ha" Sam sarcastically laughs. "Yeah I'm sure."

After whipping up Emma eggs of her own you sit at the table with Sam and dig into your sandwich.

"God I haven't had one of these in a minute."

"Consider this a 'congratulations on getting a job' gift." She says and you laugh in response. "How was it?"

"It was good, I keep saying this but it's really great to be back working and doing my thing. I missed it."

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. How are the people?"

"They're good, my boss is really nice, her kids for the most part are nice too. The CFO is kind of an ass, at least that's how he comes off."

"That sounds about right. Your boss' kids work there?"

"Yeah." You tell her about Bela, Cassandra and Daniela and she chuckles at Cassandra's attitude towards you.

"She sounds like a ray of sunshine." Sam says.

"You have no idea."

"Mommy! I want out!" Emma says.

"Okay baby, let's get you out."

You take Emma out of her booster seat and set her on the ground.

"Can I go play?"

"Yes baby, go ahead."

"YAY!" Emma screams as she runs into her room. You chuckle and shake your head at her.

"Well I'm glad you're liking it so far and that your boss is pretty cool. Have you told her about...?"

"No, not yet. It's too soon."

"She hasn't questioned why you've been out of work for two years?"

"Oh no, she has. But I danced around it. I'm not ready to talk about it in the office yet. It's nice not having people look at me the way they do once they find out, you know?"

"Not really, but I can understand. Is she at least understanding that you're a single mom?"

"Well, she just found that out yesterday, on accident really. Bela asked if Em was a mommy or daddy's girl."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. But I think I played it off well enough. And Bela definitely felt bad for asking because she blurted out that Alcina is a single mother too."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah. Alcina shot her a look. A 'don't tell people about our personal lives' kind of look. Then before I left for the day she thanked me for being so kind to her daughters, especially the youngest one. It was really sweet."

"From what you've said she doesn't seem like the type to get sentimental with her employees like that."

"She isn't. I honestly don't know if she's ever showed anyone else in the office that side of her before. Everything is always strictly business with her, at least from what I've seen so far. But it was nice seeing that softer side of her."

"What does she look like?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm nosey and want to know!"

"I don't know, she's tall, like six feet tall and she wears heels."

"Holy shit she must be a giant."

"She is. She has short curly hair, really pretty blue-grey eyes. I've never seen eyes like hers before, they're beautiful. And she has the best figure I've ever seen, it's almost fake but you know it isn't."

"How so?"

"She has like, massive tits." You say as you imitate the size of her breasts with your hands. "And a small waist, but not like, too small? Nothing about this woman is small honestly. She has a like, perfect hour glass figure. But you can tell it's all natural. And she dresses like she walked out of the 1950s."

"Sounds like you've looked her over on more than one occasion." Sam says as she smirks at you.

"You would too if you saw her! Practically everyone does. She gives off this crazy alpha energy."

"You're single, right?"

"Oh god Sam stop. She's my boss!" You say as your cheeks turn pink.

"That hasn't stopped people before!"

"You're ridiculous. No."

"You're turning red!"

"I've been there three days! I can't have a crush on my boss! Plus, just because she's a single parent doesn't mean she isn't seeing anyone. And I doubt she's into women and she's. My. Boss."

"Whatever you say." Sam says with a smirk as she cleans up the table.

"You are a pain in my ass."

"Yet you love me anyway. So how's sassy pants downstairs?"

"Margie? She's fine, same as usual. She finally gave up driving, thank god."

"Oh fucking finally. Deb's been trying to convince her mother to stop driving for years. What made her finally give in?"

"Well, a few months ago she ran into the garage door."

"Oh Jesus."

"So she bargained. She said she would stop driving if she could start smoking again."

Sam laughs out loud and shakes her head. "She is stubborn as fuck."

"The most stubborn woman I know."

Sam hangs out with you and Emma for a few more hours before heading out. Around one in the afternoon you put Emma down for a nap and you decide to jump in the shower. After your shower you get dressed and clean the house a little. Emma only naps for an hour and a half before you go in and wake her up.

The weather is finally warming up so you decide it's the perfect day to head to the park nearby. Emma squeals with excitement when you pull up and you can barely keep up with her as she runs to the slide. There's a few other kids at the park with their parents watching close by. You keep an eye on Emma as she goes up and down the slide a few times before growing bored of it and moving to play on the jungle gym.

Kids and their parents come and go as you sit on the bench watching your daughter. Dinner time is slowly arriving so you tell Emma she can go on the slide three more times before it's time to go home. After the third time she puts up a little bit of a fight but the moment you suggest going and getting dinner from her favorite place, she's more than eager to leave.

After pulling into the parking lot you and Emma enter the 1950's-style diner. The hostess seats the two of you and when your waitress comes you place your order. Not long after the food comes out and you start on your sandwich as Emma munches on her chicken fingers. Emma squeals with excitement when you tell her that she's allowed to get an ice cream and she happily orders a vanilla sundae, you of course also order one for yourself.

As usual, Emma is wearing her ice cream by the time she's finished with it but truthfully, you couldn't care less. After getting the check and paying at the register you and Emma head home.

Once Emma is bathed and dressed in her pajamas, the two of you pick out a book, as you do every night, and you read her the story as she falls asleep.

The rest of the weekend flies by and before you know it, Monday is back again. After dropping Emma off at your in-laws house you make your way to the estate.

Walking inside you see Cassandra and one of the other bartenders prepping the bar for the day. You wave at them, Cassandra as per usual ignores you but the other bartender, Dave, waves at you with a smile and a pleasant "good morning!"

Rounding the corner towards the offices you spot Chris and Alcina talking in the hallway. Alcina is leaning up against the wall inspecting her fresh manicure, looking like she couldn't be more uninterested in whatever Chris was talking about if she tried.

When the sound of your shoes against the floor reaches her ears her eyes flick up towards you. A bright smile stretches across her lips and she pushes herself off of the wall and steps towards you.

Chris stops speaking mid-sentence and gives Alcina a look. She returns the look and says to him "I already told you you can go ahead with the project, I don't need you to continue to bore me with details that are irrelevant." before turning away.

"Good morning." You say.

"Good morning Kathleen. How was your weekend?"

"It was good, quiet but relaxing. How was yours?"

"Excellent. My weekend was busy, as usual, but pleasant."

Just as you go to speak you're interrupted by the sound of a door being slammed open in the tasting room. A second later a voice rings through the tasting room and down the hall.

"DELIVERY FOR HER HIGHNESS!"

Alcina's head snaps in the direction of the room, her eyes narrow and you hear a low growl rumble in her chest.

"If you'll excuse me." She says through gritted teeth. You notice a vein in her neck begin to pulse and she storms towards the noise.

"Oh this will be good." Chris says with a little excitement in his voice.

"What? What was that?"

"You're gonna want to see this." He says with a smile as he walks in the direction Alcina took off in. You drop your bag at your desk and head towards the direction Chris and Alcina went off to.

Alcina opens the doors to the tasting room and her vision turns red. Waltzing into the room is her brother, Karl, making his way towards the bar.

"Cassie, hook your uncle up will ya?" He says, taking a seat.

"Heisenberg." Alcina hisses.

"Ah, there she is!" He says as he puts his feet up on the bar.

Alcina smacks his feet off and glares down at him.

"Do you not have any manners?" She says as her eyes flash with rage.

"What? I'd think you'd be more appreciative that I worked so hard to finish whatever the hell it was you asked me to make."

You walk into the tasting room behind Chris and watch as Alcina stands next to a slightly disheveled man. He's wearing a stained t-shirt with baggy pants and boots. A hat, sunglasses, and a trench coat.

He goes to grab the drink that was set in front of him, ignoring the fact that Alcina is practically shaking with anger. He takes a long sip of the beer he was given and pulls out a cigar, sticking it between his chapped lips. As he goes to grab a lighter from his pocket, Alcina snatches the cigar from his mouth and breaks it in half, dumping it onto the counter in front of him.

"The fuck was that for?!"

"You cannot smoke in here!"

"You're such a fucking buzzkill." He mutters, rolling his eyes and taking another drink from the bottle. "Cassie I don't know how the fuck you put up with this shit every goddamn day."

Cassandra snickers and Alcina shoots daggers at her. Rolling her eyes at her mother, Cassandra turns around and continues putting away the glasses.

Karl finishes off his beer and lets out an obnoxiously loud burp. Alcina scrunches her face in disgust and wafts the air between them away from her.

"You are a truly vile human being." She says.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry I don't meet your standards, princess." He replies. "Hey Cass, get me another round will ya?" He says, slapping his hand down on the bar.

"Absolutely not." Alcina says. "I will not have you come in here, make a scene, drink all of our imported beers and pay not as much as a dime for them. Up! Go," she says, shooing him away from the bar. "get the table and get the hell out of my establishment!"

"Someone's in a great fuckin' mood this morning. What happened, woke up on the wrong side of your coffin?"

"Karl you are testing the very little patience I have left." She says through her teeth.

"Hah! You? Having patience? I didn't know you were a comedian."

Alcina squeezes her eyes shut and rubs at her temples as Karl gets up and starts to head towards the door. As he turns around he sees you and Chris standing near the door leading to the offices.

"Ho shit! If it ain't the fancy CFO himself!" Karl belts across the tasting room before meeting Chris halfway. "Howya doin' ya son of a bitch?" He says, shaking his hand.

"Karl my man!" Chris says. "I've been good, keepin' busy. How about yourself?"

"Hope slenderwoman hasn't been too rough on ya!" He says before laughing too loud, earning another eye roll from Alcina. "And not bad, not bad. Your boss here commissioned some kind of table from me so I'm just droppin' it off. Nice excuse to ruffle a few feathers too if you know what I mean." He says, nudging Chris in the ribs and laughing. "And who is this little lady here?" He says, looking over at you.

Not a second later you hear Alcina's heels stomping in your direction, looking up you see her eyes narrowed at the back of his head.

"I'm Katie, the new marketing and social media strategist."

"Karl Heisenberg," he says, taking your hand in his. "the pleasure is all mine." He gives you a small bow before kissing the back of your hand and letting it go.

The action took you by surprise a bit and you swore you saw steam come out of Alcina's ears as she walks up behind him. Karl lets your hand go and Alcina grabs him by the back of his jacket and begins to pull him away.

"Will you keep your filthy hands off of my staff? God only knows when the last time you washed them!" She hisses before whipping him around and pushing him towards the door. "Go!"

"What?! Is this how you treat family here?! What kind of establishment is this?!"

"One I will have you removed from if you don't get that table this instant!"

"Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm going, I'm going!"

Alcina lets out a huff and brings her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose. After gathering herself she turns back towards you and Chris and makes her way over.

"I do apologize for my little brother, he is quite feral."

"Ah come on Alci, he isn't so bad!" Chris says and Alcina shoots him a glare.

"I told you, do not call me that. And that man is insufferable at best." She turns towards you. "I do apologize for his behavior."

"Don't worry about it, really, it's okay." You say with a smile.

The doors open once more and you can hear Karl barking orders to the guys lugging the table in. Alcina physically cringes as they bang into the doorframe while trying to get it inside.

"Ay! Watch it! That table is worth more than what you get paid in a month!" Karl yells.

"If you will excuse me." Alcina says before making her way over to the men and directs them where to go.

Both you and Chris take that as your cue to leave so the two of you head back to your offices.

"Told ya you'd wanna see that." He says with a satisfied smirk.

"See what? Ms. Dimitrescu and her brother?"

"Yeah! I've never seen anyone else be able to get her riled up so easily. Just his presence is enough to make the woman lose her shit."

"I guess." You say

It aggravated you a little seeing Chris find so much enjoyment from watching Alcina get frustrated and riled up. If anything, you felt bad for the woman. Luckily you and your sister got along great but it would probably piss you off too if you had a sibling that was to blatantly rude and dismissive in your place of work. If anything it's probably as embarrassing as it is annoying.

The rest of the walk back to your office was quiet, much to your surprise Chris seemed to get the hint that you weren't in the mood to revel in Alcina's misery and didn't say anything else. When you sat down at your desk you finally able to get started on today's work.

A few minutes later you hear heels on the tiled floor and see Alcina walk past your office. She looked less than thrilled for the couple of seconds you were able to see her. The door to her office opens and a minute later you hear it close and she walks past you again. Thinking nothing of it, you dive back into answering emails.

Once your inbox was taken care of you go to check your to-do list to see what you needed to prioritize for the day. Digging through your bag you realize you must have left your notebook in the car so you grab your keys and head out the side door towards the parking lot.

As you open the door the smell of fresh air quickly changes into the smell of cigarette smoke. Looking over, you see Alcina leaning up against the brick wall with a cigarette perched between two fingers.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were out here." You say as you close the door behind you.

"No need to apologize. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just left my notebook in my car." You reply.

Alcina brings the cigarette to her perfectly painted red lips and takes a long drag before pulling it away. She turns her head away from you and exhales the smoke. Usually you found smoking to be unattractive but somehow every single thing this woman does is attractive as hell. You'd put money on the fact that she could shovel a pile of shit and still look good while doing it.

You make your way to your car and find your notebook on the floor of the passenger side. Walking back over to Alcina you notice her eyes are still on you.

"I didn't know you smoked." You say as you walk up to her and immediately wish you kept your mouth shut. Why would you say that? What a stupid thing to say.

Alcina chuckles as she takes another drag before exhaling again.

"Yes, it's truly a disgusting habit I've yet to break. I had been doing well, however, my brother certainly knows how to get under my skin."

"I get that, siblings definitely know how to rile each other up."

"He is a man-child. A petulant fool." She grumbles.

As you chuckle a van drives by and slows down. In the drivers seat you see Karl. He blares on his horn a few times as he drives by, causing both you and Alcina to jump. Your hands fly up to your ears and Alcina visibly winces at the noise.

"Nenorocitul acela." Alcina grumbles under her breath as she sticks her pinky in her ear. (That fucking moron).

She takes another drag from her cigarette and looks over at you.

"You said your daughter is starting daycare this week?"

Her question took you by surprise for a second, you definitely weren't expecting Alcina to remember that from the conversation you had last week.

"Yes! She starts tomorrow." You say with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Truthfully, you were excited that Emma was going to spend time with other children her age and be able to socialize more, but the thought of sending her to daycare also gave you a lot of anxiety.

Alcina notices your apprehension even though you hide it well in your voice. It brought her back to when the girls were little and she sent them off to daycare for the first time. Granted, it was more of a private school than daycare, but leaving the girls behind and going to work was still anxiety-inducing for her.

"Nervous?" She asks before taking another drag of her cigarette.

Knowing Alcina was asking about you, you decide to divert your answer.

"Oh Emma is really excited. She wasn't sure at first but as soon as she saw all of the toys they had she was thrilled. She was very upset that she wasn't able to stay the day we did the tour."

"I was asking about you." She said with a smile.

"Oh."

"I remember when I dropped the girls off at daycare for the first time. I think I cried more than they did." She says with a chuckle. You notice a faraway look in her eye as she thinks back on the memory.

Alcina walked down the large, ornate hallway with Cassandra's tiny had in hers. In Cassandra's other hand, Bela clung tightly to her. When they arrived to the classroom the girls' daycare teacher greeted them at the door.

"Good morning! You two must be Cassandra and Bela." She says with a warm smile.

Bela and Cassandra clung to each other tighter, staring between Alcina and their new teacher. Alcina bends down and runs her fingers through Cassandra's dark hair.

"Girls, do you remember your teacher? Ms. Jackson?"

Bela's blue eyes scan the room as she holds onto her sister.

"Eu vreau sa merg acasa." She says quietly as tears begin to fill her eyes. (I want to go home).

"It will only be for a little while, draga. I'll be back before you know it." Alcina says, turning both girls to face her. She wipes the tears from Bela's cheeks and shushes her. "Nu plânge, e în regulă draga mea." (Don't cry, it's alright my darling).

"Vreau să merg acasă, te rog." Bela says as her voice trembles. (I want to go home, please).

"How about you give it a try? I have to go to work, but then we will go back home and we can play with your toys." Alcina says.

"No!" Bela yells, taking Alcina by surprise. "Vreau să merg acasă la mami! O vreau pe mama mea!" She cries. (I want to go home to mommy! I want my mommy!).

Alcina can feel her heart breaking in her chest. Cassandra's eyes begin to fill with tears as she watches her big sister cry. Even though she's only a year younger than Bela, she still understands that so much has changed and that they're no longer with their mother.

"O vreau pe mama mea." Cassandra whimpers before she starts to cry as well. (I want my mommy).

Wrapping her arms around the two little girls, Alcina pulls them into her and they grab onto her shirt and jacket as they cry.

"Shh, shh. Nu plânge fetele mele dragi, nu plânge. Va fi bine, doar respira, totul va fi bine." She says softly as she rubs circles across their backs as she tries to soothe them. (Don't cry my sweet girls, don't cry. It's going to be alright, just breathe, everything is going to be alright).

Their small cries chip away at Alcina's already fragile heart. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to shed a tear, refusing to let the girls - or anyone else for that matter - see her cry.

After taking a few deep breaths, Alcina begins to quietly hum the girls' favorite lullaby. She may still be brand new to parenting, but the one thing she figured out that works was singing to the girls in their native language. It was one of the few things that have been able to calm them when they were upset or scared. Alcina's mother would sing it to her and her sister when they were young. One night when she was at her wits end, she began singing it for Bela and Cassandra and they immediately began to calm down. It's been her go-to ever since.

The girls finally stop crying and Alcina pulls away enough to look at the two of them. As heartbreaking as it was, she couldn't help but think of how cute they looked. Bela's blue eyes and Cassandra's hazel eyes always looked brighter after they cried. Even their flushed cheeks and runny noses made them look cute. Alcina cupped each of their faces and wiped away their tears before placing a kiss in the center of each of their foreheads.

The girls looked up at her and it was almost pitiful. So much of her wanted to just take them home but she had to go to work and she had to let them go. Taking both of their small hands into each of hers, she looked both girls in the eye.

"I know it's frightening, I know you girls are scared, but I am coming back. I promise, I will be back and we will all go home together, okay?" The both nodded at her as tears began to fill their eyes once more. "No more tears my darlings, alright? No more tears." She says as she wipes away the stray tears from their cheeks. "I need both of you to be brave? Okay? Bela, I need you to look after your sister, to be protect her, alright?" Bela looks at Cassandra and back at Alcina and nods. "Cassandra, I need you to look after your sister, to be brave for her, can you do that for me?" Cassandra wipes her nose and nods at Alcina.

She strokes their hair before pulling the girls back in for a tight hug.

"Vă iubesc, vă iubesc atât de mult fetelor. Mă întorc, promit dragilor mei. Mă voi întoarce după tine. Nu te voi lăsa." Alcina whispers to them before giving them one last squeeze and letting go. (I love you, I love you girls so much. I'm coming back, I promise my darlings. I'll come back for you. I will never leave you).

Alcina stands up and straightens out her shirt and jacket. She takes the girls hands in each of hers and guides them to their teacher. Ms. Jackson smiles down at the girls and points out all of the toys scattered around the room. Cassandra eyes a baby doll and another little girl picks it up. The girl sees Cassandra and walks over to her.

"Play?" The little girl asks.

Cassandra looks up at Alcina and Alcina smiles down at her.

"Go ahead darling, go play."

Cassandra hesitantly releases Alcina's hand and looks at Bela, reaching out towards her. Bela's grip on Alcina tightens and Alcina strokes her hair.

"It's alright love, go play with them."

Bela looks up at Alcina who nods. After contemplating for a moment, Bela takes Cassandra's hand and the three little girls make their way over to the rug and begin playing with the toys.

Alcina takes the opportunity while they are distracted to thank the teacher and leave before they see her again. With her heart still breaking in her chest, Alcina makes it to her car and starts the engine.

Before she can pull away, the floodgates open. She grips the steering wheel and rests her forehead against her hands as she cries. Different emotions bubble up, but the strongest one is anger.

She's angry that the girls were put through so much at such a young age. She's angry at how unfair the last few months have been for them. Angry at the situation she herself was put in.

Alcina slams her fist against the steering wheel before pulling herself together. She takes her makeup bag from her purse and fixes her makeup before taking one last deep breath and driving away.

You can see memories flash across Alcina's eyes, memories you know nothing about. But you can see the emotions in her eyes, worry, sadness, and anger. Alcina snaps out of it and takes another drag of her cigarette and exhales.

"It's certainly not easy," she says. "the first few times are the most difficult, but eventually they were so excited the girls didn't even say goodbye when they ran through the doors." She says with a laugh.

"I'm sure we'll get there, but like you said, the first few times are gonna be rough."

"I have no doubts that the two of you will do great." She says with a smile.

With one last drag of her cigarette, Alcina puts the butt into the cigarette receptacle.

"Shall we?" She asks, nodding towards the door.

"Oh! Yeah." You say sheepishly.

Alcina opens the door and holds it for you. "After you."

"Thank you." You say with a smile before the two of you head back in.

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Glimpse of Us

Summary: Years after the faithful night, reality brings the two back together, with all the years of unresolved pain, feelings and comparisons

Warning: Angst is all the warning I can think off ehehhe, Hard core Angst

Note: ehehehehe the long awaited sequel to She use to be mine is finally here! After what? nearly 2 years. its finally here! I'm so sorry for the long wait and thank you to those who encouraged me to continue on with the next part. I won't dawdle on and let you lot enjoy the concoction i seem to have mustered on. ehehe again sorry for the months delay.

oh and i almost forgot, the italics are best imagined as her singing

P.S. I drafted this post 7 or 8 months after the first part and dear god, how time has passed. Looking back at the story, I'm not really too proud of this one and ended it because I really have no idea how to continue it. I have an idea for a next part (dangerous words coming from me) but I'm not gonna set a date for when I post it because we all know how the last part turned out. Anyways enjoy

😊❤️💛💚💙💜🖤😊 -T

‘Hey, you’re up in five’`

‘Yah sure, just touching up’ you say as you smacked your lips after applying a bit of lip gloss.

‘You don’t need it’ he replied.

‘Still. I can’t believe I agreed to this’ you scoffed, fiddling with your hair for the hundredth time.

‘You’ll do great’ he smiled ‘Now your hair is fine, you look amazing, and I have to go. Break a leg’ he bid before getting on stage to rouse the crowd. Admittedly, you are nervous. You wouldn’t call yourself a singer, but you do have a good enough voice and can hold a tune. You knew it was a mistake singing in front of Harvey and you were only doing this as a favor. God. You checked the mirror one last time before finding it was good enough.

‘Now for tonight’s performance, A very dear friend of mine has agreed to perform tonight, though with a little bit of persuasion.’ Harvey mumbled the last part, getting a laugh from the crowd and a chuckle from yourself ‘She has a voice made by the gods above, though I don’t remember Thor being much of a singer. She can lure you in better than a siren, but I think that’s the other mythology’ he said cheekily.

‘Now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a dear friend of mine, Y/N Y/L/N!’ he introduced, that being your cue to emerge from the curtain, you stepped on staged and made your way over to the middle where he and the mic was, the spotlight following your movement. You waved and smiled at the crowd, glad there wasn’t much. Grasping the mic, you chuckled as the small crowd continued to clap.

‘Hi everybody’ you began, getting a hello in response from the crowd ‘Wow, thank you for the warm welcome and thank you Harvey for that unrealistic introduction’ you chuckled with the crowd, turning to Harvey who waved you off.

‘Now, taking something off of Harvey’s speech, I am made by no god or am one. Nor am I a siren from the Greek mythology. It did take some persuading to get me to do this and hopefully I don’t regret it.’ You laughed sheepishly.

‘I don’t normally sing on stage or in public really unless it’s karaoke with friends, which by the way is how I got tricked into doing this, so pardon me if I seem a bit nervous’ you smile shyly. Glancing back at Harvey, with a smile on his face, he nodded, pushing you to continue. Pulling out the rest of the confidence you still had stored, you turned back beaming at the crowd.

‘Now to not keep you waiting any longer, Paul if you will’ you gestured to the man on the piano and he nods before gliding his fingers along the keys, playing the start of the song. Letting out a breath, you closed your eyes, feeling the rhythm of the piano before singing the lyrics. Grabbing hold of the mic, you opened your eyes and began.

He'd take the world off my shoulders

If it was ever hard to move

He'd turn the rain to a rainbow

When I was living in the blue

You let your eyes flutter to a close as you gripped the mic firmly. Swaying your body occasionally to melody.

Why then if he is so perfect

Do I still wish that it was you?

Perfect don't mean that it's working

So what can I do? Ooh

Opening your eyes, you scanned the crowd, completely surprised by how the much you can see of the crowd seemed entranced.

When you’re out of sight

You saw you’re your friends in a booth over on the corner, the people entering the establishment.

In my mind

Then the bar where you found him, staring at you. You locked eyes with those beautiful ocean blue orbs that you love loved so much. Stumbling over your words, you nearly forgot about the song but once the piano keys hit the right note, your lips continued in autopilot.

Cause sometimes I look… in his eyes

And that's where I find

A glimpse of us

Eyes leaving contact, you scanned his entirety. The grey streaks at his temples have grown longer since the last time you saw him. The old clean-shaven face he used to don had a goatee. Prominent lines and creases were evident in his features and really the years have aged him well. He wore a suit, complete with a vest, a red handkerchief in the breast pocket and everything. A glass of whiskey at his side and he was still as handsome as the day you left.

You closed your eyes once more, willing this to just be another trick or hallucination by your imagination. Though it was a horrid idea as memories of the day came back crashing onto you, you let them stay shut as you continued.

And I try to fall for his touch

But I'm thinking of the way it was

There you stood, as beautiful as the day he met you, if not more. In all your beauty, and the signature grin you adorned, you were radiant. Though the spotlight might have something to do with it, you were still a ray of sunshine through the darkest of clouds.

The rest of the world faded out to him and his mind finally faltered. There you were. Standing a few feet away as you introduced yourself. Your hair’s cut short, or at least shorter than the last time he’d seen you. Earrings hid behind your curls and the lightest bit of make-up was applied to your soft features. Though that didn’t hide the blossoming pink tint gracing your cheeks. Your lips glistened with the lip gloss you had on just like you use to. Smile lines drew at the corner of your eyes as you chuckled over your own words, explaining how you ended up in your current situation.

You always smiled, even when you were feeling down, you always smiled. Whether to hide what you were truly feeling or to just be nice to people, you always smiled. He nearly forgot how beautiful that smile was, with only his dreams used to recall that charming grin, since it has been a rarity for him to look you up or even open the box full of pictures during your years together. Even with the picture he kept in his nightstand, he rarely opened the drawer. Funny how this photographic memory of his nearly forgot the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen.

He listened to every single word you uttered as he looked and committed every single detail he could of you to memory. Your hair curled into soft waves, parted and pinned on one side. Your frame, fuller since the last time he saw your thin, nearly skeletal figure on that fateful night. You wore a wine-red wrap top that reached down to your wrists, paired with simple jeans and boots, you looked divine. The dip in the neckline of your shirt revealed the top of your cleavage but the gleaming gold necklace is what caught his attention. It was a simple gold bar plate though engraved with a heartbeat on one side. Common and a bit of a cliché now adays but what was special about that was it was an actual heartbeat. His. He gifted it to you when you both got accepted at Metro General. He explained that it was how his heart beat whenever he thought of you. As you tried to find the words to thank him, he made you turn it over to the other side to another engraving. You know I love you so, it said. A line from one of your favorite songs. He remembered how tears brimmed your eyes as you leaped to him, capturing his lip with yours.

What came as a shock to him now was that you were still wearing it. As he continued to look you over, the sound of your chuckle registered in his ears. God, he loves that sound. A sound he hasn’t heard long before you left. Looking back up to your face, he sees the girl he met all those years ago, buried under piles of books in the library on campus. The very same girl that chuckled at his horrible attempt at a flirtatious first introduction. A small smile tugged at his lips both at the memory and the sound. He hasn’t heard that sound in so long, it was a wonder when he heard it last. He just knew it was long before he fucked up and just chose to relish in the sweet sound now.

Now focusing and giving his undivided attention to your voice now, he listened.

‘I don’t normally sing on stage or in public really unless it’s karaoke with friends, which by the way is how I got tricked into doing this, so pardon me if I seem a bit nervous’ you laugh timidly. A chuckle bubbled at his throat as flashes of you singing whilst cooking in the kitchen of your tiny apartment came into view. Wearing nothing but his shirt as you flipped pancakes, singing from Coldplay to Queen at the top of your lungs or humming to Ed Sheeran whilst you worked and studied case filles.

He knew you enough to know that you were nervous, you didn’t have to say it. After all these years he still knew you better than the back of his scarred hands, heck better than he knows himself.

He saw you look to the side and his eyes followed, landing on the host from earlier. With a smile on his face, he nodded, giving you the reassurance you needed to continue with your performance. And it did, he saw how you pulled the last of your confidence before turning back to the crowd.

A pang of jealousy shot through him as he watched. I mean what did he expect, for you to be alone after all these years. A stupidly selfish part of him even hoped that you’d be waiting for him. To get his act together and you’d be back together. It was incredibly stupid; he knew that but that didn’t stop the creeping grip of jealousy from grasping his heart. As much as he knew how selfish the thought is, that didn’t stop the pain and hurt he felt seeing you look for reassurance in another man. Even after all these years.

The smile he had drawn up earlier had faded to a look of melancholy. It was good you had someone, he thought. Someone to be there for whenever you needed them the most, unlike him.

He watched as you turned and gestured to the pianist who nodded and started to fiddle with the keys. He watched as you took a breath, closed your eyes and began to sway to the smooth melody of the music. A small grin was itching at your lips. You were always more comfortable whenever listening to music and this was evident, unbeknownst to you.

Then you started to sing. You opened your eyes, took a firm grip at the mic and the lyrics just came dripping smoothly from your lips. That melodic voice of yours that he loves so much reminded him of the early mornings in the kitchen, the concerts in the shower and the lullabies to the kids under your care. Little did you know but the sound of your sweet voice always comforted him during the hardest times. He didn’t ask you to sing directly but he always listened whenever you hummed a simple tune or sang a song from some Disney movie to calm the kids in peds ward.

He took in every word that came from your lips. From what he’s heard so far from the first verse, it was about how the man lightened and took away the burden and sorrows the singer felt. The way you sang the song, it was beautiful. It was as if you were truly meaning the words that left your lips and he couldn’t help but feel the envy creeping back up at him, though at the same time, he’s conflicted with relief. He didn’t know if you’ve had someone during the past couple of years but as hurt as he is at the prospect of you with somebody else, it sort of gave him a sense of comfort thinking that you were getting taken care off. It eased some of the weight he felt and often times he thought maybe it was good that you separated. All he'd done with you the last few months of your relationship was hurt and neglect you and if you ever found someone that remedied that, maybe it was for the best that you left.

He watched your eyes flutter to a close again. The way your body moved to the melody of the music completely hypnotized him that his drink was deemed long forgotten.

Why then if he is so perfect, Do I still wish that it was you?

At those words, for some reason that gave him hope. He didn’t know if it was just the song but really, just the way you sang it made it seem all too genuine. He still loves you; he knew that very well. He also knows that he had a better chance in coming up with a new strategy in defeating Thanos (despite the many but one failed attempts he saw using the time stone), than ever getting back in a relationship with you.

You are the most kind, caring and understanding person he knew but you were also stubborn. He might have the chance in getting to apologize and to ask for forgiveness, but a relationship was a billion to one cosmic fluke. Though that didn’t stop him from wondering if you meant those words.

You opened your eyes and continued with the song. He noticed you looking at the growing mass of people watching. From the corner booths to the door, he knew from that growing look at your face that you were surprised to say the least at how many were captivated by your performance.

Then you met his gaze. Those soft blues meeting that beautiful shade of your own eyes. God, how much he loved those shining y/e/c orbs could never be put into words. How they twinkle in the light. The comfort and understanding they held and how they always seem to know he felt.

When he woke up from the crash, the first thing he longed to find were your eyes. The warmth, comfort and security they held, he ached to see those beautiful orbs because for the briefest moments he forgot everything but you. You were his main thought. He forgot about the fight, the neglectful months before, the pale, emaciated figure of yours that haunts his dreams, everything. Only the kind, gorgeous face of the woman he fell for all those years ago stayed in his mind because whenever he thought of comfort, the only thing that formed in his head was, no… is you.

He was hurt, in pain, his body ached, he could barely see let alone open his eyes. He needed comfort, he needed you. But when was life ever nice.

Instead, he was met with the fluorescent lights of the hospital room and the horrific sight of the mangled hands that once led a successful career in medicine. There was no warming gaze to be greeted with, only the sad sympathetic ones he now knows to be from the wrong woman and a cold, sterile room.

Cause sometimes I look… in his eyes

You stumbled over your words as you continued to look at each other. You continued singing but your eyes were locked together. Neither of you could look away. Your mouth moved on autopilot as your eyes lost the spark of a flame you had earlier, just like that night all those years ago, replaced by a reflection of the pain and grief he caused. The very same one that haunts his dreams.

A glimpse of us

You finished, your voice fading as the lyrics came to an end. As soon as the piano tuned out, you smiled and gave a little bow at the crowd who erupted in applause before leaving the stage in a hurry. Welled up tears spilled down warm cheeks as emotions and memories continued to riot your mind. After all these years he still managed to make you cry. Why can’t you move on?

You were quick on getting your belongings from the small prep area behind the stage however your plans of a speedy getaway were quickly ousted by the very same gentleman that perpetrated this whole ordeal.

‘You were amazing! The emotion you put in the performance…’ He continued to ramble on, looking past the curtain and to the roaring crowd cheering on for an encore, completely oblivious of his friend’s distraught state. ‘I mean the teary eyes, come on. Doctoring ever not work for you, acting could be something to con…’ he paused after finally getting a glimpse of you, swiftly wiping away tear streaks that ran down your cheeks but the growing redness in your eyes were dead give aways. ‘Shit’ finally piecing things together, he cursed, his attention fully set on you now. ‘It was real. Fuck, are you okay?’ he asked, finding it difficult figuring out what to do, yet a hint of urgency too as he still had to go back on stage.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.’ You swallowed, lying through your teeth. ‘I just… have to go’ you mumbled quickly, giving him a grin in hopes to resemble something as composed as the friend he knew. Though he knew you enough to know you were not ‘fine’, with great reluctance he let you go, rushing to the stage shortly after exchanging goodbyes and promising to check with him later.

As your friend went back on stage, you quickly took a survey of your appearance on a nearby mirror, making sure you didn’t look as dreadful as you felt. The bit of makeup you had on survived, however your eyes weren’t as forgiving being red. Nevertheless, you sped out to leave.

Considering your options, your only available exits were the front or back door and wanting to avoid individual who has left you in this state (just by being present), you turned to the corridor that lead to the back door but as unfortunate as you were, the exit was blocked by men hauling in delivery shipments and by the looks of things they weren’t going to be done any time soon.

You were antsy enough as it was and waiting by the second for them just added to your agitation. You really needed to leave now. A lump was lodging itself on your throat and the air around you seemed to be thinning. You need to leave NOW.

Swallowing all the anxieties you had, you had no choice but to rush out the front. You stayed on the side, avoiding the patrons and the one in particular perched up at the bar but unlucky you (your luck really seemed to have vanished really), the man saw your abrupt departure, unbeknownst to you.

You made it out to the street and the open air was a fresh welcome, letting you finally breath, whereas the establishment you had left felt suffocating.

You thought it was done. That the lump in your throat would finally dissolve as you walked down the street, thinking that you had successfully avoided the now famed sorcerer of New York. The hero, Doctor Strange…

but when was life ever good to you.

‘y/n…’ he breathed out, catching the sight of you sprinting toward the doors he entered only moments before. It pulled him out of his reverie, wondering if he should talk to you, what he’d talk to you about, an apology perhaps, contemplation of your years together, however the sight of you pulled him out like it always did, especially in the beginning. He sometimes had the tendency to be too deep in thought, he’d ignore everything and everyone in his surroundings, but he always caught you. Your scent, your voice, let alone your image, it always drew him from his stupor.

Now the sight of you cemented his thoughts.

Downing the last of his drink, he pulled a bill from his wallet and slammed it down the counter without so much as a look onto how much it was before he scurried out, chasing after you. (Like he should have done all those years ago)

He called out your name once he reached the sidewalk, turning left and right in search for you. The street wasn’t crowded much so it was easy to spot the figure stood still a few yards away to his right. With the last few rays of the dying sun and dim streetlight, he made out the curled head of hair the same shade as yours the figure had, and he just knew it was you.

‘Y/N!’ he nearly shouted, causing a few heads to turn in his direction but not yours. You kept your back to him as he sprinted your way. He knew you heard him. You would have kept on walking had you not.

It only took a second to reach you and when he did, he hesitated, not knowing what to do. He wanted to reach for you and plead for forgiveness. On his knees if he had to. Instead, he opted for another call for your name, hoping you’d finally face him.

And you did, after dropping your hands to your side, he heard a small sniff before you turned to him with your gorgeous smile and said (in a somewhat forced cheer in your voice)

‘Stephen. Hi’

‘Hi’ he replied densely. You idiot, he thought at how stupid his response was.

A silence fell over you both as Stephen canvassed your entirety now at a closer distance. He took in every graceful line, freckle and strand of hair he saw to memory. Every little detail he took in was as important as every breath he took. How bloodshot your eyes were didn’t go unnoticed though. Puffy around the eyelids from crying, red possibly from -he guessed- how hard you were rubbing them just before he reached you.

Surprising thing is, it still broke his heart seeing the distress you so clearly were trying to hide. The thought of tears running down your cheeks, was illegal. They had no business in gracing your face yet, he can’t help but realize that he just keeps being the reason you were left in that state. Where were all these sympathies back then? He asked himself, the very night flashing through his mind.

‘Stephen’ you said again, taking him out of head again. He missed that though. His name coming off your lips. It brought him back to all the mornings with you in bed, tangled in sheets as the morning glory woke you up and you woke him up with that honey sweet voice with the say of his name. Stephen

‘Sorry, um…’ he coughed, trying to piece a sentence, words, anything really that didn’t end in three syllables.

‘You were wonderful’ he finally managed, okay that’s five ‘Back there at the bar…. you were amazing’ like always, he wanted to add but stopped himself, pointing back to where he just left.

‘Thank you’ you muttered, nodding your head before leaving it down to look at your shoes. The way you responded lacked any sort of confidence, as if you didn’t believe his words or yourself. Truthfully, you were never really the most confident, even back then but always did step up when the situation needed. Either that’s the reason or you didn’t believe him, which considering his case, why should you.

Your hands were fidgeting, he noticed. Running and marking the bones of one hand with your fingers tips before your nails would start to pick on skin. This was something new to him. A new nervous habit of yours he hadn’t known before, so it was most likely picked up after your separation.

The person in front of him wasn’t the same one he knew all those years ago yet, still so similar and the same. He remembers everything about you, so if anything of the woman he knew back then was still in there, he knew by how you were acting that you were uncomfortable, agitated.

‘Really, you were amazing’ he affirmed, really wanting you to believe him, or at least to believe how wonderful you really are. ‘Truly, but are you okay?’

He’d done it. Ask that stupid question and that’s what broke the dam, causing the river to run past it with no mercy.

He heard a laugh at first, your hand raising towards your face. The sound bordered on maniacal, nothing like the one he loved but familiar enough to know he has heard it before. Slowly, your head rose, your hand half covering your mouth, half wiping away the rivers that flowed down your cheeks. The sight finally triggered the memory he was looking for. It was all too similar to that night, it felt like déjà vu.

‘um’ you started, finally managing to say after that little fit ‘I could lie but what’s the point? No. I’m not. I’m not okay because you’re here. Fuck, I actually thought that I could get away from this but no, evidently not.’ You tried to reason, looking him straight in the eyes ‘Christ Stephen, I was okay. I was okay when I was singing, I was okay ten minutes ago but then you just came out of no where and now I’m not okay. I’m never okay whenever it comes to you. Not anymore.’ You spit like venom, unrelenting in your streak to get out all your pain because of him. ‘I thought I could be civil but… I-I’m tired. I’m sorry, I’m gonna go. Enjoy your night’ you hurried, saying your goodbyes and turning your back to him to walk away. You would have gone had he not called you back in such a pleading tone.

‘please’ he begs and for some reason and it compels you to listen. You halt your steps, you don’t turn around, but you do wipe away your tears and he takes that as his chance to apologize for everything.

‘I’m sorry.’ He starts, his own eyes teary ‘I’m sorry for everything. You didn’t deserve what I did to you and it…’ he swallows that lump in his throat, trying to get the rest of his words out ‘it haunts me every day. You’re the kindest person I know, and I took you for granted. I was an arrogant piece of shit, too self-absorbed to even notice that the woman I love was working herself to death.’ You start to turn around ’You were the purest thing I knew and you didn’t deserve the monster I was. And I am so sorry for who I was then. I’ve changed or I’m trying to change, to be better than- than that monster that hurt you and I could only hope for your forgiveness because, you were always someone I never wanted to lose, and I did. By a stupid mistake and horrible decisions.’ His tears start to run, and you finally face him ‘I never wanted to let you go but I was hurting you more than I was loving you and I understand if I don’t get your forgiveness but, I am sorry. I am so sorry for hurting you. For taking you for granted. For not treating you how you deserved to be treated. For everything. You didn’t deserve what I did to you and hearing myself admit this… really just proves I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I am sorry. I’m really sorry for what I did and that… that you deserve.’

You stare at him with tears running down both your eyes and he sees the same urge to wipe them away, in you. The hesitant twitch of your arm as if by instinct, to move and act on the need to clear away his tears and comfort him. At least that’s what he interprets the move of your arm because that’s exactly what you would have done, that’s exactly your character and he wants to do the same. To dry away your tears and take you in his arms in respite.

But you act against those thoughts, only balling your fist as some form of control. You stare into him, as if gauging to find the lie in his words yet there is none and he sees something in your eyes that he can’t explain before they dart away. He watches as you scan your surroundings, looking at the people likely to be watching you both but he didn’t care for them. He only cared about you.

When your eyes turned back to him, you closed them immediately, face scrunching as you desperately tried to hold back to tears but to him, it was as if you were so pained by the mere sight of him. He’d be lying if he said that it didn’t chip away a piece of his heart.

Your head bowed for a bit as you tried to compose yourself but the words that left your lips once you rose again, only broke more of his heart.

‘You’re forgiven’ you were quick to say before turning back and walking away from him. He watched with wet cheeks, as you sped away from him, and he kept his gaze on you until you disappeared around the corner and then you were gone.

For what seemed like forever, he kept his eyes on that street corner, hoping for something that won’t happen. He knew that whatever he wanted wasn’t going to happen, but a man could hope, right? Though hopes are as easy to diminish as they are to ignite. Grief and disappointment, they tend to last.

The sun had set and streetlights and buildings are all that lit the side walk where Stephen stood. A man well known to the people and thus, there were those who were bound to watch the spectacle put on by the hero. Small crowds had formed over time as they watched the powerful sorcerer confess to the dreadful things he’s done to some doctor from before his fame, asking for forgiveness to all the terrible things he’s done.

To new passersby, they’d wonder why a hero of the city stood so stiff, looking at oblivion. They’d wonder for a minute without context before walking away with a shrug, figuring much more important things to think of.

Eventually, the crowd thinned to a trickle, til the lone man was all that remained the lone street, wondering what he had done to deserve you.

A/U: I've read this way too much to do a final proof read so sorry for all the grammatical mistakes and spellings and all that. Thanks for the read though

I'm hoping that the people who asked to be tagged don't mind me tagging them this late in the game and I hope you liked it. Hopefully it was worth the wait @strangesweetheart @evelynrosestuff @vesta-ro @doodle-cat16 @nabiilahadid @evansmusk @circe143 @dracoflaco

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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I’m not sure if this is still open and obviously completely ignore this if it isn’t or use it as an example to let people know it’s closed BUT If there’s a slight chance it is could I request kissing prompt 70??? Again no pressure though! Anyways hope your day is going or will be great!!

PROMPT: 70. an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's

i hope you enjoy, nonny. had fun writing this one but it’s not the best, apologies x

NYE, 2022. You'd be very glad to kiss the year goodbye even if you'd committed to the ridiculous 2022 gold glittery glasses Javy had perched on your nose when you wandered into his house party around 11pm.

“Here she is, in her own time, ladies and gentlemen,” Javy hollered to get everyone's attention as friends and colleagues cheered, jeered and welcomed you as you followed him into the noisy living room.

“It’s not New Year, I made it in plenty of time,” you protested.

Using your callsign, Jake asked, “Does that watch on your wrist work?”

“Only when I'm on the clock, Bagman. You miss me?” you asked as Bob handed you a glass of champagne and you patted his soft cheek in greeting, a gentle blush creeping to his fair features.

“Party doesn't start 'til you get here, hellcat,” he taunted as you laughed, and took Rooster's extended hand without a thought to sit yourself in between him and Phoenix.

“All good?” he asked as you shuffled in. You rubbed away some lipstick on his cheek and ask you looked to Natasha and Callie, to match Natasha's shade to Rooster's cheek and grinned. He thanked you.

“All the better for seeing you, Rooster. How's your night been?”

“I see these dorks day in and day out,” he reminded you biting back a gentle smirk as Phoenix punched his shoulder. “Hey,” he tutted her. “Don’t make my point so easily,” he muttered as you laughed. He frowned at you, squaring you up as you grew a little self-conscious under his gaze. “You have a little glitter,” he said softly, pressing his index finger into your cheek but it wouldn’t budge.

Relieved, you told him, “I’ll have a little glitter everywhere for the next month,” you grinned.

“Those glasses are ridiculous.”

“They are,” you wholeheartedly agreed.

He chuckled quietly. “What kept you tonight?”

“She had a date,” Natasha supplied. Rooster raised an eyebrow.

“On New Year's. That seems pretty serious,” Rooster joked, his knee nudging yours.

You motioned him closer, cupping his ear and whispered, “How well do you think it went if I'm here with you guys now?”

He pointed at you and nodded. “Gotcha. Well, I'm glad - we're glad you're here.”

You grinned and pet his cheek, this sweet manchild. You put the celebratory glasses over his eyes to share the magic of never-ending glitter as well.

“Gee thanks,” he sighed, already seeing speckles in his eye line.

“You’re welcome,” you grinned. “They look better on you but they’re no Caravans.”

The usual suspects were there, Dagger Squad members who'd chosen to stay in town for the holidays. A while later were gossiping unabashed with Natasha and Callie on the couch, happily crammed up against Rooster to chat with the ladies, making wild accusations about Christmas Eve shenanigans at Penny's, and Callie getting a bit of action with a visiting Lieutenant. You had seen her flirting with them and gave a congratulatory high-five. The babe was hot.

“We had a few drinks and one thing led to another. It was just a kiss in the spirit of the season,” she tried to explain herself.

“'In the spirit of the season',” you said in unison with Natasha and it only made you cackle further, collapsing back against Rooster, who adjusted his posture to let you have more space.

“The professional levels have been crossed,” you giggled raucously.

“Was just a bit of fun,” Callie shrugged, blushing.

“What about your date tonight?” Natasha turned her attention to you. “You didn’t seem keen on the guy. Surprised you didn’t cancel. Sounds like you’re MO,” she teased.

You shrugged. “I dunno what I was thinking. He was cute, funny, smart.”

“Sounds awful,” Callie snickered as Rooster hopped up behind you and let you fall back into his spot. You watched him leave the room, missing his body heat.

“It just didn’t feel right, you know?”

“So no second date?”

“No second date,” you confirmed. “Is it next year yet?”

“Six minutes,” Natasha confirmed as she popped up with Rueben to start refilling cups and preparing for the ball to drop. Goodbye, 2022. No one will miss you.

“Time for a bathroom break,” you told Callie as she nodded and you pulled yourself off the couch and went to the kitchen to refill your own cup with whiskey where you quietly toasted with Javy and Mickey. “Where’s the bathroom, Javy?”

He nudged your side, pointing down the hallway. “Just through there.”

“Thanks,” leaving your cup, you wandered down the hallway and knocked.

“Just a sec,” Rooster responded.

“Sorry, no rush,” you reassured him.

“10, 9, 8,” you heard as you rolled your eyes. New Year’s Eve was such bullshit, you were confused why you had even bothered coming - there was only one real reason why.

The door suddenly burst open and you sprung back, frightening you momentarily. Rooster grinned. “Sorry, you need to get in there?”

Hello reason.

“5, 4, 3...”

“Please,” you admitted as you traded places, each of you guiding the other with gentle caresses on the side. He looked towards the sound of the '2, 1', and in the spirit of the season, you laughed with each other, planting a tender kiss on the other's cheek. “Happy New Year, Rooster,” you smiled up at him, cupping his flushed cheek as he nodded and caught your eyes with his.

“Happy New Year,” he smiled fondly and as if it was the most natural thing, you both went in to kiss again. This time gently on the lips. You both laughed bashfully pulling a respectful distance away from each other. Rooster checked over his shoulder, the commotion in the living room undisturbing you both.

Both grins faded when it seemed impossible to distract yourselves from the other's gaze and before you knew it, Rooster was pushing you into the bathroom and kicking the door closed behind him, hitching you onto the sink and kissing you manically.

Rooster's hands bunched into your hips, dragging your body to his as you lost your fingers under his hideous Hawaiian shirt, pressing into the dimples on his lower back, moaning gently into the kiss. This wasn't something you had planned, and of course, you had two eyes, you could see how good-looking Rooster was, but he was your teammate, there was no way this was right to be doing in Javy’s bathroom.

But kissing him was amazing. You relinquished his back and your hands travelled to his strong chest, resting your warm palms against his racing heart as he lightly bit your lip and pleaded for you to continue. Opening your mouth to him, this tongue glided against yours and you were completely lost to the kiss. You were at his will and though it scared you, it excited you more.

“Rooster,” you said against his mouth as he breathed and rested his forehead against yours.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me,” he said.

“It's okay,” you told him, holding his chin in your hands, your finger tracing a side of his upper lip, his moustache soft. He was sinfully good looking, it wasn’t the worst thing that had happened tonight.

“I shouldn't have done that here.”

“It's just a New Year's kiss,” you lied for both of you as he nodded, his eyes searching yours, looking for a hint that the kiss meant a damn sight more than fucking New Year.

“Do you believe that?” he dared ask and let his hands drift to your rib, his thumbs rubbing against the side of your tee, dangerously close to your bra.

You shook your head. “Not at all,” you admitted, an easy smile gracing your features and you tenderly traced his strong nose, both of you relaxing a little.

“This is the first time we've done something like this in front of everyone,” he said to you quietly. “Well, around others.”

“No one saw us,” you reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“You think?”

“The professional levels have definitely been crossed,” you parroted what you'd teased Callie of earlier.

“They crossed months ago, sweetheart. The first time we slept together,” he gently reminded you, a wet smirk crossing his face. “Why were you on a date tonight?”

“Because you were on a date before Christmas,” you threw back at him. If you were only sleeping together, what did it matter?

“I don't want us dating anyone else except each other anymore,” he confided lowly. “I know the rules were only sex, but you know. I know. It's a lot more than that now.”

“You got feels,” you teased him as he chuckled quietly and shrugged.

“Something like that. I don’t want to date anyone else. I want to take you on dates and not leave your bed after we cum.”

“You’ve been sleeping over for weeks,” you reminded him and the feeling of waking up in Rooster’s strong arms enveloped you with warmth.

“I don’t want to go sleep in a cold bed when I can stay with you,” he said softly, his hands lacing around your breasts, his thumb combing against your bra he wanted to rip off you,

You nodded solemnly. For you, it was months ago when you realised how truly wonderful Rooster Bradshaw was and though sleeping together muddied the waters, you couldn't stay away from him.

He smoothed your hair behind your ear and sighed. “I really want this.”

“Me too. No more dates with others, no more fucking around.”

He nodded. “I’m all in,” he told you, kissing you again. “Can we get out of here?”

“Yeah, let’s go find where else the glitter has lodged itself,” you said as he laughed and kissed you deeply.

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bellysoupset · 8 months

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Sicily - Part 2

Vince's mom had taken one look at Bella's greyish complexion and promptly adopted her for the evening.

Bella couldn't be more glad, everything felt like too much and she was so frustrated that this was her first ever international trip and yet she was too busy getting sick in an airport trashcan to truly enjoy it.

Lucas was fretting, as usual, his hands never quite leaving her and Bella felt near tears as they went through the airport security and were told they still had to wait one hour before departure started.

"Here sweetheart," Magda help up a ginger ale plastic bottle, with a straw sticking out, "your poor thing, come here, let me put up your hair."

Luke had put her curls into a losing ponytail, but Magda's hands weren't as overprotectively gentle as his. She firmly pulled all the hair and tied it in a knot.

"There you go," Mrs. Monacelli said in a sympathetic manner, sat down on the bench next to her and rubbing her back, "take a sip of your ginger tea, Bella."

Bell let out a groan, wrapping an arm around her stomach and leaning forward, resting her forehead on Luke's thigh, since he was standing over them and looking frantic.

"I don't think it'll stay down," she said in a miserable voice and Maggie hushed her quickly.

"Try it anyways, Bella," she insisted, steadying Bell's hand and the ginger took a small little sip, immediately bracing for the nausea that was sure to follow.

She had already thrown up everything Lucas had tried to feed her since 6 AM, so it was to her absolute surprise when the bitter-not-sweetened ginger tea stayed down.

Bella straightened up a little bit, causing Luke to crouch in front of her, while Maggie continued to rub her back.

"Bella? Are you alright? Do you need the bin?" he had stolen a huge trashcan from outside a restaurant thirty minutes before. Bella shook her head, opening a small smile.

"No, I think it's stay down," she frowned, "I tried ginger ale, how-"

"When I was pregnant with Livia this was the only thing that worked," Mrs. Monacelli said, patting Bell's thigh, "keep taking small sips, sweetheart."

Bella tried hard not to blush at what the older woman was implying and she waited until Maggie walked back to their little group of people, promptly fussing with Leo, fixing his shirt.

"I think ma's convinced I'm pregnant," Bella scoffed, leaning her head and resting it on Lucas' shoulder when he sat down next to her. He chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Of course she is, she's a lady in her late fifties with three kids and who never got sick except for morning sickness. Cut her some slack."

"You've got such a soft spot for her," Bella smiled, continuing to sip the horrible bitter tea, "if I throw up this tea I'm going to cry."

Luke snorted, wrapping his arms around her, "let's hope it doesn't come to that, otherwise you'll make me cry too."

"Shut up," Bella giggled, hiding her face in his chest as she waited for the painfully long minutes to pass.

Lucas' shoulders were just dropping by the time they finally got inside the plane and in their designated seats. Wendy had done the planning of seats, in fact she had done 98% of all planning, all Lucas had done was convince Mrs. Monacelli that it was absolutely his pleasure to pay for their tickets and he'd be very offended if they didn't take it.

However, Lucas had the irkling suspicion Wendy had made a mistake when she put Jonah and Leo sitting right in front of Bella and him. Across the aisle Wendy was sitting alongside Vince, his parents a seat before them and Sophia ahead, with Livia.

"I just hope I don't get airsick," Leo said, his eyes the size of saucers as he sat down by the window and glued his nose to it, "this is so exciting."

Luke smiled, reaching over the seats to mess the blonde's hair, "wait until we're in the air and you can watch the sun setting in the clouds. It's great."

Next to him, Bella let out a sigh and collapsed on the seat, curling up against the window and shivering violently. Lucas cupped her face, expecting to meet a fever, but her skin was cold and clammy.

"I'm not sick," she rolled her eyes, taking his hand in hers and kissing his palm, "just carsick, I don't know."

"I sure hope it wears off," Jonah said in a somber manner and Lucas glared at his head.

"Fuck off, Jonah," he said in a protective manner, when Bella let out a groan at the comment and curled up further in her seat. Lucas glared at the back of Jon's seat, quelling the urge to kick it. Instead he channeled the annoyance into pulling Bella to lie against his arm, kissing the top of her head and humming softly.

The first one hour of the trip was uneventful. Leo had let out a squeal when they got off the ground, causing all three of them who were close enough to hear it to chuckle. Jonah seemed cautious at first, asking in the softest of voice "feeling alright? No airsickness?" that had Lucas rolling his eyes. So much for sympathy.

However Leo wasn't airsick. If anything, he sounded annoyed as he said, "you have any idea how many trips I spent hunched over the side of the road when I could've flown!? We're never ever again driving anywhere."

"Oh no, we created a monster," Jonah teased, shutting up Leo's offended retort with a kiss, "okay, we're flying."

Lucas bit down a smile at the sight, turning his head to look at Bella. She was still pressed to his arm, but now he noticed she wasn't asleep like he had thought, but painfully awake and with her eyes shut, mouth pressed in a thin line.

"Bell?"

"I'm fine," she groaned, in a hoarse voice, "can I have some water?"

"Yeah, here-" he reached in his seat's pocket, handing her the chilled water bottle and his girlfriend didn't unglue herself from him, almost as if she was using him as an anchor.

Bella took a small sip, before screwing it shut again and holding it to her forehead. Lucas frowned, leaning in and whispering, "are you feeling sick again?"

She nodded quietly and he undid both their seatbelts, urging her up, "c'mon, baby-" Bella gladly accepted his hand, allowing Luke to pull her up and gently guide her down the hall towards the bathrooms.

The flight assistant frowned as they both entered the bathroom, opening her mouth to warn them they were not allowed, but Bella interrupted the poor woman before she could say anything by jerking forward, a hand pressed to her lips.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Here," Lucas pushed the door open, shutting it on the flight assistant's face and rushing to steady Bella on her feet as she almost collapsed in front of the toilet, barely gagging before she was bringing all the tea up in one powerful retch.

"You're alright, get it up," Lucas said softly, crouching down so he could better hold her, making sure no stray curl got near her face and rubbing her back. His large hand pushing between her shoulder blades made Bella gag again and she let out a whimper, spitting a pathetic amount of bile in the toilet and hitting the flush, wincing at the horrible suction noise that followed.

She crumpled against him, struggling to breathe, a hand open in her chest as she hiccupped and couldn't fight some sick burps, "fuck, I- I can't breathe."

Lucas' stomach froze at the line and his face suddenly felt fuzzy, but his hands were acting before his brain caught up, "you're panicking, baby, sit up straight, look up-" he pushed her back so Bella wasn't so hunched into herself and fanned her face, letting out a small relieved sigh when he could feel her lungs filling up with air under his hand still resting on her back, "there you go."

Bella spluttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "I'm done," she said, her voice shot after so much heaving, "help me up."

He helped her up and to wash her face, getting back to their seats as the distraught flight assistant trailed behind them.

"Here you go, miss," the girl said, handing Bella a handful of airsickness bags and a new water bottle, "would you like some nausea medication?"

"Yes, please," Luke nodded, taking the items when it was clear Bella wasn't moving a muscle from her curled up position in the seat, "and maybe a blanket? She's shivering."

"Of course, I'll be right back."

Leo immediately turned on his seat as soon as the girl left, frowning, "Bell? Can we help somehow?"

"No," Bella groaned, leaning into Lucas to steal his warmth, "I just need to sleep this off."

"Is this airsickness or do you think it's a bug?" Leo, bless his soul, continued to prod and Luke couldn't help but be glad when Jonah grabbed his wrist and pulled Leo back sitting down, saying "leave Bell alone, Leo, she's not feeling well."

Bella refused any water when the flight assistant got back, taking the two orange pills with one gulp and curling up against Luke again, poking his rib, "sing?"

He let out a scoff, faking amusement he didn't feel when he was this worried, "of course, c'mere," Lucas wrapped her up in the blanket, opening her seat belt so she could lie almost entirely on him and started to whisper sing some old 90s song he couldn't remember where he knew the lyrics from.

He expected for the meds to help her fall asleep and it seemed like it was the case, because thankfully she didn't stir at all when the flight assistants started serving lunch and the noise level in the plane increased considerably.

"You have to eat," Vince startled Lucas out of his trance, poking his rib hard, "switch places with me, I'm finished already."

Lucas frowned, confused and Vin pointed Bella, asleep in his lap, "I can keep an eye on her, go eat," he ushered his best friend out, gently lifting Bella's head from Luke's bicep and taking his place.

Bella slept through most of lunch, which Vince was thankful for, but she woke up towards the end, leaning further in so she could press her mouth to his arm, "Lucas kill me."

"Not Luke and I can't do that, sorry," he said, causing her to jump and look up, surprised.

"Vin!... Where's Luke?" Bella frowned, glancing around, "don't tell me he got sick too-"

"No, we switched places so he could've lunch," Vince stopped her right there, "how are you, Bells?"

"Dying," she answered, reaching over him to grab the water bottle and taking a sip, leaning her head to rest it on the seat before her. Vince planted a hand on her back and waited for Bell straighten up, but instead she took another gulp of water, then another, throat bobbing dangerously.

He pulled back, looking around for the airsickness bag and fishing one out of the pocket before his seat, snapping it open, "here, don't puke on Leo's hair, god knows he spent an hour styling it-" he said in a humorous way, hoping to take her mind off of the horrible queasiness.

It was to no avail. With another sick gulp, Bella grabbed the bag and brought it up to her mouth, letting out a wet belch as the water came right back up. Vince cringed in sympathy, one hand in her back, the other steading the bag and he heard a groan from the seat before his.

"Fuck, I just ate," Jonah said, hunching over, "Bella stop."

Bella was not hearing him at all as her shoulders shook with another painful dry heave and then she managed to spit a mouthful of bile, whole body shaking, "I'm sorry, I'm- My head hurts, everythinghurts'sorry-" she slurred, tears starting to stream down the corner of her eyes and Vince started to panic.

"No, beautiful, you're fine. You're sick, it's not your fault," he said, snapping the sickness bag shut and grabbing another one, "you're empty, take deep breaths-"

Bella proved him wrong when another gag brought up hot, bitter tea all over the bag, his hand, hitting the ground with a splash. It was basically just water, so it wouldn't smell in the long run, but it did smell like stomach acid and Jonah let out a gag himself, grumbling "fucking god, stOP" and cupping his mouth.

"Here," Vince threw the two remaining bags over the seat, not worried at all about Jon's delicate stomach when Bella was crying and apologizing profusely for puking all over his hand, "no, Bells, it's okay, this is nothing-"

Jonah heaved, loudly, and Leo's voice followed, soothing him and repeating, "babe, she's not even throwing up anymore, calm down-"

Bella burst into ugly sobs, "I'm so sorry, I-I'm ruining the trip, I-"

"No, honey, you're fine, everyone's fine-" Vince replied, hating how helpless he felt about both his friends, "take a deep breath, you're just gonna make yourself sicker-"

"I got her," Lucas interrupted him, appearing right next to his seat, "move."

Vince wasn't offended with his curt manners, he had witnessed Luke in caretaker mode enough times to know his tunnel vision got bad and especially when regarding Bella. Vin quickly moved out of the way, to the hallway and noticing how many people were staring.

Wendy and his parents and sister from across the row and the poor flight assistant... Many other strangers. Jonah was still hunched over a sick bag and Vince grimaced as he realized he had actually thrown up. The plastic bag was squeezed in his tight fist and Jon's head was buried in Leo's neck as he stifled some nauseated groans, Leo rubbing his back.

"Here," Vince sighed, feeling a wash of guilt with how careless he had been too, "let me take this," he grabbed the sickbag from Jonah and the man lifted up his face, a big dark frown on, but brows softening as he let go of the bag.

"Thanks..."

"It's fine," Vince sighed, switching the bag to his left hand that was currently absolutely sticky and disgusting and using his clean hand to pass Jonah a water bottle.

Before him, Lucas had managed to quiet down Bell's sobs and unwrap her from the blankets. Her face was still red from crying as Luke picked her up, Bell letting out a moan with the movement, but not moving from cocoon in his arms.

"You and Wendy switch with us," Luke bossed, lifting Bella up and tightly to his chest as they navigated the rows of people. Wendy immediately shot up from her seat as Luke approached, crouching down next to it in order to cup Bell's face.

"Hey..." she said in a gentle manner, "give me your arm, honey."

"What...?" Bell was completely out of it as she offered her arm, limply. Wendy moved back, getting on her tippy toes to grab her carry on bag and Vince frowned, taking it with his clean hand, the sickbag still in his other one.

"I got it, here" he said, taking the pink bag and planting it on the empty seat that used to be his, was now Luke's.

Wendy unzipped it, pushing aside a bunch of plastic bottles, lipsticks and grabbed a little clear pouch, unzipping it too. She wrapped a sea-band around Bella's wrist, clicking it shut, then moved to a different pocket of her carry on, opening a medication cardboard box and popping out a little tiny pill, "under your tongue, let it melt."

"Thanks," Bella mumbled, barely able to keep her head up and Wendy shrugged, leaning in and kissing her brow.

"Feel better," she said, then to Lucas, who looked ready to burst out of his own skin, Wendy opened a reassuring smile and passed him the box, "that should knock her the eff out, but she can have another one in four hours."

"Thank you," Luke said in a tiny, choked up voice, "thanks Wen."

"No problem," Wendy zipped up her carry on back again, finally looking at Vince and then chuckling, "is that your emotional support puke bag?"

"What?" Vince blinked, taken back by the scene and having completely forgotten about the airsickness bag still squeezed in his hand, "oh... Uh, yeah, I guess it is."

She rolled her eyes, pushing him back towards the bathroom to get rid of the bag and wash his hands. Wendy had already gotten the little splash of sick cleaned up from the floor of their new seats and she was lying back, staring out of the window.

"The seasickness band was pretty crafty," Vin said, sitting down next to her with a groan, "do you get airsick?"

Wendy shook her head with a chuckle, "actually, my money was on Leo."

"Oh shut up," Leo scoffed from his seat and Vince couldn't help but notice he was blushing, ear tips turning crimson. Vin smiled, rolling his eyes and intertwining his fingers with Wendy's, tipping his head back and hoping he'd sleep the remaining nine hours of the flight.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #jonah banks #isabella martinez #motion sickness #sympathy sickness

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graaythekwami · 10 months

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What is your opinion about the ending of Miraculous?

(I'm using this ask as my chance to talk about both episodes as a whole, not just the ending-- spoilers ahead!)

My thoughts on these two episodes are mixed, but positive overall. :)

Over all, I enjoyed the episodes. It was fun, the action and animation were great, and there are parts that I really really loved that are being adopted into all my kwami headcanons right now and no one can stop me. I was worried with how the season would end based off of some things I heard, and was prepared for the worst-- but these were enjoyable episodes to watch.

However I will not lie that I am not happy with how some characters were handled. I'm sorry but I will never be happy with Gabriel being seen as a hero, and the fact that Adrien wasn't there or even told what happened?? Gabriel getting a statue?? Gabriel acting like he cared about Adrien when he clearly didn't?? No... just no, its not right or fair. I could go on about this all day, but I won't as there's a lot to say about these episodes.

Adrien not getting a role in this finale I am mad at. Him being left in the dark about what happened I'm also not happy with, HOWEVER... seeing Marinette's age, mindset, and everything she's been through... I don't feel that her actions were out of character. I can see a young teenager under pressure wanting to protect the one she loves from a horrible reality. I'm not saying her keeping the truth from him is right, but I can see how it fits into the narrative. As long as the fact that this lie was told is addressed in the future (and the weight it will no doubt put on Adrien) and not just brushed aside, then I won't get up in arms about this scene yet, and I will wait to see how its handled in the future.

Last small little tiny thing is Felix. Like... it feels out of character for him to just be like "yeah hero team!" and for the hero team to be like "yeah Felix!" Feel like more should have been addressed on Felix's character as a whole.

Okay-- enough about the negative-- onto all the awesome parts about these episodes! :D

First of all-- hero team!! Full time holders!! Saved kwamis (I'm so sorry Nooroo that you're still out there you deserve so much better!!) I love it, this is what we needed, and I hope the identity rules ease up among the heroes after this.

Next Nathalie. Oh Nathalie, the queen, amazing-- 11/10 this episode. She full on goes in dying and is ready to shoot Gabriel with a crossbow?? Like girl, you're amazing!! I'm glad to see that she is better now, she deserves it. Anyways I love her.

Adrien getting his amok-- yes, finally.

Marinette's Ladybug and Black Cat unification was a lot of fun. Its too bad the name Lady Noire was already taken, but I loved this whole fight. A piano being dropped on Gabriel's head, Gabriel's reaction to Marinette being Ladybug. Marinette beating Gabriel and just summoning all the Luck Charms... she was a boss. I loved the checkmate scene. I love how she did try to reach out to Gabriel (not that he deserves a second chance but Marinette is just a sweetheart). I loved Gabriel's betrayal to her with a Vemon because it was his last in character moment, I loved that we got to see all the other characters in action. The classmates, Fei and the New York heroes. All great scenes.

Now finally onto the gold of these episodes: THE KWAMIS. Hehehehe they were amazing, they were beautiful. Yes give me all their true forms, give me Gimmi (hehe) they look SO cool and epic. I originally thought I wouldn't like a true-form kwami or a fusion form of them but never mind they're glorious they are my children we need true forms for all the kwamis look at how powerful they are!!

And how the Wish works... I never really liked the whole "destroy the universe and create a new one" idea they had going on in other episodes, and I'm so glad they went with an equal price. And maybe destroy and remake the universe still has a role in it all but give me the green strawberries as a price. The whole Wish scene with how it works and the true form of the kwamis was fantastic and I love it so much.

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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HELLOOOOO (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

First of all, i love ur content so much holy shit, like just the world building is amazing but also the really well written characters AND THE LORE, so good, just *chef's kiss* and the fact English is not ur first language always takes me by surprise bc your writing is so good 🙏 like I love reading about ocs and the likes, but yours is definitely my favourite :')

Seconly, I'm here on my knees,asking, if perhaps you could write a small fic/more headcanons on how it'll be like to be in a poly relationship with Obie,Mervin, and Ludwig?

You wrote about it slightly before and since then i couldn't take it out of my brain😔

P.S- i wonder, how long did you have the idea about Krulu and Admin, and The Clergy, and the entire wrold-building before you decided to publish it on Tumblr?

Anyway, that is all, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/MORNING AND A GREAT CHRISTMAS 🥰💜💜🥳🥳🥳😚😚

[AAAhjldc- Thenk, that genuinely makes me shriek with happiness, I'm glad you're enjoying the stuff! I can't really do ya a fic in a timely manner, so I'm going to ramble if you don't mind. :V]

It's already been discussed that Ludwig is the first one to meet you, and interacting with him on his own is nothing out of ordinary. You'd never expect that he has two other, utterly insane siblings, that he's in fact just as batshit mental, just better at hiding it. Truly, putting all three together is the key to seeing their true nature.

While Lud is the one to introduce you to his brothers, Mervin is actually the first one that'll declare this dynamic a relationship. There will be a lot of confusion for you initially, as you're getting swayed into romantic situations with each of the brothers seemingly behind the other's back. You're likely to reach a breaking point, and confront all three about it- Only to have the fork tell you something among the lines of "What do you mean, dipshit?! We've all been dating you for weeks now." And while it's far from a gentle nudge, if he hadn't told you that to the face, the other brothers would have taken much longer to make a statement.

The most affectionate of the bunch is Obie. Out of the trio, he's got the less hangups about physical touch and will often drape himself over you like a blanket. Lud and Merv definitely think he overdoes it and will make efforts to either join or rip you away from the glutton. This is easier said than done.

Ludwig and Mervin will be investing in your self-defense skill, as you'll eventually be brought into the Common Ring of Hell to meet Katia. Mervin teaches you directly how to fight with or without weapons, and your opponent is almost always Ludwig, because it kind of gets him off to fight you. By the end of this, you'll be able to hopefully buy yourself some time if a more powerful demon attempts to make a victim out of you.

Katia is a very nice lady who's just happy to see her boys found love, you'll be accepted into her heart without issue and you'll definitely get to see the ever elusive baby demon pictures. There's nothing cuter than seeing a picture of baby Ludwig putting Mervin in a chokehold while Obie's standing by their side, casually eating a pillow. That album is a bit cursed... But Katia does want a picture of you four together! Speaking of, she's here when you have trouble with any of them okay? If they start getting any funny ideas, she's just a call away. You're likely to be quickly escorted away by the three heathens when sloth mama starts mentioning grandkids.

Ludwig is the designated piggyback ride giver.

Obie is oftentimes oblivious to your flirts, Mervin has to hit him over the head and whisper the obvious.

It may seem like Mervin has more brain cells, but he does not, that's Ludwig's unwanted privilege. Nonetheless, the prideful demon often spearheads most outings.

Mervin is somehow more easily flustered than Obie by your antics. The hardest to fluster is Ludwig, but when it does happen, he gets quiet and extremely blushy, so pat yourself in the back.

As mentioned before, fighting between them over the smallest thing is common, and even healthy for demons, but some fights will be started purely because they want you to wedge in-between and give them attention.

Obie is the one that lends you clothes the most, although Mervin disagrees with this because the glutton is a "slob" and "has no taste".

The three are trying to decipher how to propose to you and can't reach an agreement. Ludwig argues they should polish the skulls of their enemies and put the wedding ring on one of the horns. Mervin can't afford the ring he wants so he's just going to steal it. With a lot of effort. Obie wants to do it with a massive feast that'll put even Vorticia to shame. Needless to say, it's going to be a very bizarre proposal.

I can't think of more right now, but you can always ask. <:1

#Ludwig oc #Obie oc #Mervin oc

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audaciousacolyte · 8 months

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Just found your account and I think I need to be feed these days👀

Anyways can I request Mk x LBD son reader? Like the reader got separate from LBD and he is pretty glad for it, he joined Mk and his friends, has a reunion with his mother, she also expose him about being her son

Mk and the reader were a couple 👀 oh btw, headcanon and any genre Ty for taking the request

-KW anon 🥝

Son of Ice and Spirits

Son of LBD!reader x MK fluff and angst headcanons, with hurt/comfort

《|| AN: I'm just assuming that the reader has some of the same powers as the Lady Bone Demon,such as ice manipulation and spooky spirit powers, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!! That being said, I had a blast writing this and I hope that you enjoy it!! ||》

Fluff

☆ MK is, quite literally,the sweetest guy you could've ever hoped to meet.

☆ When the two of you first met, he was so nervous about making a fool of himself that he could barely speak to you without stuttering or tripping over his words!

☆ It took a long time for him to act normally around you, let alone speak to you.

☆ I'm gonna go with the assumption that MK didn't even realize that you had any powers in the first place, so when you do eventually use them in front of him, his first reaction is "😦"

☆ It's even funnier coupled with the fact that he didn't even realize that you were not human. Like, at all.

☆ He is going to be embarrassed until the day he dies, even as you tell him that it's totally understandable and that you don't really go about telling people that you're a demon outright.

☆ When he finally does work up the courage to confess, it's entirely random and out of the blue.

☆ Still, it was very sweet and endearing (at least in your eyes), so the two of you have been dating ever since.

Angst

○ When you eventually do run into your mother again, it's not a happy family reunion in the slightest.

○ So. You know. It's not great.

○ Although you had known that she was defeated long ago, you had not known that her second in command was still out there.

○ To say your mother was...upset with you is an understatement.

○ Actually, if it weren't for your friends, she'd very likely would've taken you prisoner and forced you to aid in her endeavor to eradicate the mortal realm.

○ The only one who actually knew that the two of you were related at all was the six eared macaque, as he was technically still under your mother's thumb. Although everyone was shocked by the information, after you explained your own viewpoint of your mother's ideologies, they quickly understood.

○ Understandably however, Monkey king and Pigsy kept a much closer eye on you after the "Big Reveal" as you like to call it.

○ There wasn't really that much time to delve into your problems as you all where racing against the clock to save the world, but MK did manage to steal a few minutes for the two of you to talk. He wasn't even angry that you hadn't told him, he just wanted to know why that was the case.

○ You told him the truth. That your mother was...not the greatest person, and that she had forced you to do a lot of things that you hadn't wanted to. You told him that you had just wanted to help her and make her happy. And...he understood.

○ MK knows what it's like to want to help people, and make them happy at the cost of his own happiness. And he used to do that far too often with people who probably didn't deserve his time, so...yeah, he knows what it's like.

○ After the final confrontation and your mother's death, you felt...tired? You think? It certainly wasn't a good feeling, but not quite a bad one either.

○ Later on, you begin to identify the odd weight in your chest as relief. Relief that your mother no longer held any sway in your life or in others.

○ That relief turns to guilt, and guilt turns into grief. Your MOTHER is dead and yet you don't feel as bad as you thought that you should.

○ Thankfully, MK catches on.

○ He tells you to that it's alright that you don't feel bad. That sometimes, when someone hurts us badly enough, we start believing things that aren't true. That someone who loved us and raised us and hurt us, sometimes without meaning to, should be agonized over when they refused to better themselves. He told you that you didn't have to feel quite so bad because sometimes, we're better off without those people in our lives.

○ The lady bone demon was your mother,yes, but she hurt you. She hurt countless others as well. And although you still love her deep down, you figured that MK was right...that sometimes we are just better off.

○ And as the day begins anew and the city of Megapolis bustles to life, you can't help but feel just the tiniest bit better that you have your wonderful boyfriend at your side.

#lmk qi xiaotian #lmk x reader #mk x reader #kiwi anon #headcanons #fluff #angst #bittersweet

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seriouslysam8 · 5 months

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thank you for another amazing chapter. we all appreciate you and your writing so much, and we’re so lucky you take the time out of your day to create something so great.

i started reading this for hinny and i’m hooked because of blackinnon, idk how you did it but you’ve made me a fan of a ship i hadn’t even given much thought to before.

but this chapter!! i feel like sirius does respect tegan and obviously feels warmly towards her, and like he said she’s the perfect woman, but not for him. and he’s staying with her out of a mix of needing a sense of comfort, guilt because his hearts not really in it, but also maybe as a barrier between him and marlene. because he wouldn’t be able to justify not being with marlene if tegan wasn’t in the picture, and like you delved into in the chapter he’s scared to be with her because he cares about her. and that shows to me that marlene is the one for him because he doesn’t feel that way with tegan (at least not to the same extent). also the whole part where was thinking about how marlene is the person he wants to share all the parts of his life with had my whole heart because in my mind that’s one of the most important things to have in a relationship. someone who you not only trust to tell stuff to but also want to.

but ahhh the way you described it all was amazing. as a blackinnon fan (bc of you) i adored this chapter but also i cant wait for hot girl christmas not only bc of jealous sirius but honestly marlene deserves to have her own fun too.

and the scene at the end with cepheus and harry and sirius was so domestic and sweet i loved it

You know, when I started writing Brumous, I very much wanted it to be primarily a Hinny story. It still is. There's still a lot of Hinny. But I'm a thirty-something year old lady so I gravitate and find writing adults way easier than I do teenagers nowadays. So I find myself gravitating to more Sirius POVs and more Sirius centric storylines. The more I wrote Sirius' little love triangle, the more I just loved it.

Anyway, I'm really glad people are enjoying the Blackinnon aspect of the story and I've converted some people to ship them. I find giving Harry two loving godparents just makes me happy because I want that cute little cabbage to be happy, you know?

I'm not going to lie, I have the itch to write more Blackinnon centered stories and/or one-shots in the universe but I don't have any ideas right now.

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jennay · 9 months

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Jimmy Kimmel

Request:

plssss fem!reader who’s an actress as well as rory being interviewed as a couple for the first time and the aftermath 🙏🙏 love ur work <3

Words: 1200ish

Warnings: None

AN: I like this one. 😍

Master List

Arriving at the studio, you already felt quite indifferent. You and Rory had never been interviewed as a couple before; it was all new to you. You had been dating for a few months but kept your relationship private until now. You would be live and uncut on Jimmy Kimmel Live, one of the country's most popular late-night talk shows. Everything you would say would be permanent at that moment on live TV, and you were terrified. What if you said something wrong or embarrassing? What if the audience didn't like you or your chemistry with Rory? Rory told you it wouldn't be a big deal. He said Jimmy Kimmel was a nice guy who would make you feel comfortable and have fun. He said you just had to be yourself and enjoy the experience.

"Ready? It’ll be OK; you've done this so many times, babe." Rory rests his hand on the small of your back, doing his best to comfort you.

You take a deep breath, "Yeah, but never for a relationship. I don't know; what if I say something stupid? Are you sure we have-" Before you can finish your sentence, you're cut off by your name being called, and you can hear loud cheers from the audience.

Rory's eyes soften at the sight of you smoothing out your dress. He takes your hand, reassuringly squeezing you, and leads you to the stage.

With his free hand, he waves at the audience, and you smile brightly at everyone. As soon as you step foot in front of everyone, your nerves seem to settle, and you treat it like it's your job, maintaining professionalism.

Rory guided you to the small couch, where he sat and pulled you beside him. He rests his hand on your leg and gives a gentle squeeze letting you know it's okay.

"Welcome to the show, Rory and Y/N!" Jimmy says enthusiastically as he shakes your hands. "It's great to have you here."

"Thanks for having us," Rory says politely.

Jimmy's eyes are soft and friendly, putting you at ease. "So, I'm going to ask the obvious, how did this happen?" He asks, waving his finger in between the two of you. "This seems like a perfect match. Did you have a mutual friend or work on a project together?"

You bite your lip, trying to hold in your laughter, knowing that your story wasn't exactly a cute one, well, at first, anyways. "It was love at first sight." You joke.

Rory smile's when his eyes land on you. "Is that what you call it?" He briefly pauses, "We met at a chairity event. She thought I was weird and avoided me the whole time." He laughs remembering the moment very clearly.

You shamefully grin, "You were staring at me and not saying anything. Not to mention it was from across the room!"

"What were you thinking, Rory?" Jimmy probes. "I'm invested I need to know what happened." He leans back in his chair smacking his hands on his desk.

"I liked her, isn't that what your supposed to do when you like someone? Stare at them until their uncomfotable and come over to comfront you?" Rory teases, a slight red tint forming on his face, "I never claimed to be a ladies man. I don't know what I'm doing half the time!"

You lean forward with your hands on your face, finding it hard to contain your laughter. Your eyes are sparkling with amusement as you recall Rory’s awkward stare. “You looked like a serial killer!” You exclaim, making the audience roar with laughter. “How was I supposed to react!?” You fling your head back, attempting to keep the tears from laughing at bay. You feel a warm hand rubbing your back, soothing you. You look at Rory and see his smile, full of love and humor. “Look, we’re doing fine. Your plan worked and I’m still alive.” You say, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm around the front of his waist.

You feel him squeeze you gently, and you hear him whisper, “I’m glad you gave me a chance.”

You smile, kissing his cheek and making the audience say. “Aww”.

"Me too."

After the laughter dies down, Jimmy asks you another question, “What’s your future plans? What’s the goal here?” He looks at you with genuine curiosity, as if he really wants to know what makes you happy.

You hadn’t thought about how to answer that question. You just knew you wanted Rory and whatever the future may bring for the two of you. You had been so focused on living in the present, enjoying every moment with him, that you hadn’t given much thought to the long term.

You glance at Rory, wondering what he would say. “I mean eventually if she’ll let me I’m going to marry her and then rub it in every dude’s face that I have the hottest wife.” He says confidently, making you blush and the audience cheer. He takes your hand and kisses it softly, looking into your eyes with a playful smirk. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m not letting her go.”

His response makes you melt and you can’t help but smile at the thought of being Rory’s wife someday. You feel love and gratitude for him, for being so sweet and supportive. “I look forward to it.” You say sincerely, leaning closer to him and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Well, please invite me.” Jimmy says. “I’d like to make a toast about how this plan came together on my show.” He smiles warmly at you, happy for your happiness. “You two are adorable, and I wish you all the best.” “Thank you.” You say, looking up at him. “You’ve been very kind to us.” “Thank you for being here.” Jimmy says. “It’s been a pleasure talking to you.” He turns to the camera and says, “We’ll be right back after this break with more Jimmy Kimmel Live!” He claps his hands and the music starts playing.

You stand up with Rory and hug Jimmy, thanking him again for having you on his show. He tells you how much he enjoyed it and hopes to see you again soon. You walk off the stage with Rory, feeling happy and excited about your future together and you know you'll never stop smiling after Rory confessing he wants to marry you.

#rory culkin x reader #rory culkin x you #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin character x reader #rory culkin

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scmg11 · 2 years

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EMILY JUNK x READER

YOU’RE MY FLASHLIGHT (PART 5)

A/N: HELLO HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

Sorry for disappearing again, but I was on vacation! I got to visit Bruxelles and it was amazing!!!

Anyway, I'm here to make up with a new chapter! I hope you'll like it.

PS: I need to ask you guys a question. I've been working on an idea I had about a new Hailee imagine and I'm still working on it. I just noticed I just hit like 13k words (lol) and I'm not finished yet (spoiler: it's gonna be smut *wink*). What I want to ask you guys is, do you prefer reading the whole chapter (it'll have at least 15k words I think), or do you prefer if I split it in two parts? Let me know in the comments!

Without further ado, enjoy!

Sending love ❤️

Summary: Y/N admits her feelings for Emily to Stacie. The Bellas go to a music retreat.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 4833 words.

"Hey Y/N, have you seen Beca?" Chloe peeked her head into Y/N’s room when she noticed her door was open and found her on her bed typing away on her laptop with a few books and a notebook strewn all over it.

"No Chlo, we got lunch together, but I hadn’t seen her since then."

"Do you know where she could be? I need to talk to her about our WORLDS setlist." Chloe asked, her face pleading Y/N to tell her her sister’s whereabouts. Y/N knew exactly where Beca was, but she promised her she wouldn’t tell anyone about her job, so even if it physically pained her to lie to the redhead, that now resembled a kicked puppy, she had to.

"I don’t know. She may be in her favorite cafe. She likes their espresso." Okay maybe she need to strengthen up her resolve around the redhead, because it seemed almost impossible to let her down when she pouted at her that way. It is almost as hard as letting Emily down. But let’s not go there, Y/N wasn’t in the mood to self-embarrass herself for every time she caved in with just a glint of Emily’s pout and puppy dog eyes.

"Great! I’ll go there. Oh and Y/N/N-" Chloe opened her mouth to say something more but was interrupted when a muffled sound of feet climbing up the stairs stopped her. "Oh hey Emily." At the mention of the brunette Y/N sat up straight on her bed and instinctively adjusted her appearance, glad that Chloe had her head turned to the side to greet Emily and her vision was blocked by the door frame so she couldn’t notice how desperately she fixed her disheveled self - little did she knew, Chloe totally noticed.

"Hey Cap, how is it going?" The beauty that is Emily Junk appeared a few moments later at Y/N’s room’s doorstep, causing Y/N’s throat to dry up right away at how effortlessly beautiful Emily was, clad in worn, ripped jeans and what Y/N just noticed was one of her Lady Gaga old t-shirts. "Y/N/N!"

"Hey Em."

"I’m good, legacy! I’m in a hurry, I’m going out to go find Beca. She is at the cafe out of campus. Do you guys want something from there?"

"No, I’m good."

"Nope, thank you. I’ll see you later Chlo. Oh and tell my sister that she still needs to hear my new mix."

"Noted, I’ll see you later guys." Chloe waved at them enthusiastically, Y/N eyeing her entrance just until she heard the house’s door close before hurriedly standing up and closing the door. In her focused state she didn’t notice Emily entered her bedroom and neatly closed Y/N’s books and notebook and placed them on her nightstand so she could sit on the mattress, so when she turned around to grab her phone on the bed, she met a curious, confused gaze.

"What’s wrong?"

"I’ll explain it to you in a second, I need to call Beca first." Emily silently nodded and watched Y/N dial Beca’s phone number before sitting beside her on the bed. "Becs! Hey- Yeah, no, I’m fine! Listen, you need to get out of the studio in like 5 seconds. Chloe came here to ask me where you were, again." Emily watched intently the Y/H/C girl talk on the phone with her sister, clearly not hearing what Beca was saying but she could take a wild guess what the short brunette told the Y/H/C girl as Y/N resumed her talk after stopping for a few seconds to let her sister speak, "Yeah! That pout is irresistible! I couldn’t lie to her again, so I told an half lie." Emily’s eyes inadvertently trailed down to follow the gentle nibbling Y/N’s teeth were doing on her bottom lip, snapping out of her gaze when she noticed her mouth started moving again, "you need to go to the coffee shop right out of campus. She is going there." Emily felt bad for Y/N when she heard slight yelling from the other end and watched Y/N grimace guiltily at her sister’s obvious scolding. "I’m sorry. She would’ve asked too many question Becs. Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to you later. Bye sis, love you."

Emily watched as a soft grin lightened the girl’s previous troubled features, guessing Beca told Y/N ‘I love you’ back, before hanging up her phone, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, or I think so." Y/N snorted as she blocked her phone and discarded it on the mattress beside her to regard Emily with a warm smile.

"You told me you would’ve explained what was happening." Emily’s words seemed to darken Y/N’s bright expression with a worried, anxious one, but the hand that she quickly put on Y/N’s one to comfort her seemed to restore her gentle grin.

"Can you keep a secret?" Y/N asked with her eyes locked intently into Emily’s brown ones while her hand turned around to entwine their fingers together instinctively. This small, insignificant gesture sparked shivers throughout their bodies and sent free wild butterflies flying around their stomaches, while small, shy smiles settled on the two girls’ features.

"Yes, you can trust me." Emily nodded resolutely, her eyes locked into Y/N’s Y/E/C magnetic irises to convey how truthful she was being. "I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know because I can clearly see this is troubling you, so I want to help you. And sharing it with just one person, me, it may help you feel a bit better about keeping secrets from the Bellas."

Y/N almost tore up at how thoughtful Emily was being, so she did the first thing that came to mind and hugged the girl tightly, "thank you Em."

"Don’t thank me, I’m here for you, you know that."

"You are one of a kind miss Junk." Y/N spoke up after they pulled away from the embrace, watching a big grin fold over Emily’s lips before bumping their shoulders together instead of doing what the irrational part of her mind was screaming her to do, kissing her cheek. "Anyway, this secret is about Beca."

"Duh, I already figured it out." Emily said matter-of-factly, having witnessed the conversation the two sisters had on the phone, smiling cheekily at the girl sat beside her and pointed with her hand Y/N’s phone on the mattress beside her.

"Okay, Sherlock-" Y/N rolled her eyes good naturedly at Emily’s big, teasing grin, a gesture that pulled an inebriating giggle to leave her lips and that sent her stomach into a spiral of mushy feelings, "she got an internship at a recording label."

"Oh that’s so great!" Emily screeched at the top of her lungs from the great news, only to be shushed by Y/N a second after, "sorry! I’m so happy for her, she is starting to make her dream come true, I hope it will happen for you too, soon." Emily continued in a quieter tone, a genuine, supportive smile etched on her beautiful features as her thumb caressed the back of Y/N’s hand still entwined with hers.

"Thank you Em. You will be the first talent I’ll produce. You will be one hell of a popstar!" Y/N stated with a big, smile of her own, patting herself on her shoulder when a blush tinted Emily’s cheekbones and a shy smile took place over her previous confident ones.

"Anyway, why is she keeping it a secret? It’s awesome!" Emily reasoned when her mind processed the whole confidential deal, shaking her head to focus on their conversation and not on how beautiful Y/N’s eyes were this close.

"Because she didn’t want Chloe and the Bellas to think that she is not 100% focused on WORLDS. When she got the news we just got out of the dean’s office where we were given the only chance to save the Bellas with WORLDS. She didn’t want to add more concerns to Chloe."

"Oh, I get it. I think she could tell Chloe and the Bellas about it now, they won’t be mad. We support each other and she doesn’t have to sneak in and out of our house anymore."

"It’s what I’ve been trying to convince her to do since day one, but she is stubborn." Y/N smiled at her sister’s obstinacy in doing what she thinks is the best without noticing it wasn’t exactly the greatest option she has. "She will come around, eventually." They stayed quiet for a few seconds then, basking in their rarely quiet house, the girls all closed in their rooms to study, before Emily snickered loudly, causing a confused expression to furrow Y/N’s eyebrows, "what?"

"I was thinking about the fact that from all this mess, you managed to arrange them a date at the coffee shop."

Emily’s sentence instantly brightened Y/N’s face, who regarded the brunette with a sly smirk and wiggling eyebrows, "of course I did. My sister is not only stubborn, but also an useless lesbian. She had been pining over Chloe for a year and she had never made a move."

"Well to be fair, neither did Chloe." Emily reasoned, pulling Y/N down so they both could lay down on her comfortable bed.

"I think Chloe is scared of ruining their friendship. Beca dating Jessie was though on her, I can tell."

"Oh so she doesn’t make a move because she thinks Beca is straight." Emily hummed pensively, following with Y/N’s train of thoughts.

"Exactly. But she’s not. In the end, my sister is an idiot."

"Stacie no, give it back!"

"Relax Y/N/N. I’m not going to sext Emily." Stacie waved Y/N off as she closed the Y/H/C girl’s and Emily’s combo and blocked the girl’s phone so Y/N could focus on what she had to say instead of texting the brunette legacy with a dumb (but totally cute in Stacie’s opinion) grin on her face. "But y’know I could always do that. Just tiny a bit to give you enough courage to finally tell her how you feel."

"I can’t Stace. I don’t want to lose her friendship." Y/N sighed out dejected, taking her phone back from Stacie’s outstretched hand and placing it beside her on the nightstand.

"You totally can. You never know how she feels if you don’t try." Stacie sat on Y/N’s left and wrapped her arm around her shoulders to let her lean her head in the crook of her neck and brushed her hand up and down her bicep in comfort.

"I’m too scared to lose her as a friend." Y/N admitted in a whisper, staring blankly at Stacie’s bed and letting the blonde’s reassuring touch to soothe her insecurities.

"I’m sure you won’t." They let silence linger for a few more seconds before Stacie steered the conversation on a more lighter subject to distract her best friend from her thoughts, "anyway, I took your phone because I wanted to tell you about my day."

"Oh yeah, I’m sure your day was way better than my lazy day off." Y/N lifted her head up from the blonde’s shoulder and met the girl’s eager eyes, urging her on with a nod and a big smile.

"Aubrey is here for a few days before she has to go back to work." Stacie started enthusiastically, Y/N understanding then the girl’s bright mood.

"Oh that’s amazing!" Y/N smiled knowingly at the girl, wiggling suggestively her eyebrows and reveling in the crimson blush splashing over Stacie’s cheeks at the gesture. She found Stacie’s crush for Aubrey extremely cute and adorable since the blonde never acted so shy and nervous around anyone before.

"Stop! I know what you’re doing!" Stacie stated with a warning tone, her eyes rolling good-naturedly at her as she pushed her best friend gently on the shoulder.

"I’m not doing anything!" Y/N replied with a soft tone but the big, smug smirk told the blonde she was far from innocent. "Y’know, I could always sext Aubrey. Just a tiny bit to give enough courage to finally tell her how you feel." Y/N repeated Stacie’s exact words from before, but now she was the one smiling brightly as the blonde blushed hard.

"Shut up."

"Oh Stace, c’mon! I’m so happy for you. I’ve never seen you act so shy around anyone, hell I’ve never seen you blush before!"

"That’s not true." Stacie stubbornly denied as she crossed her arms and pouted adorably.

"Ohw, look at that cute pout." Y/N pinched Stacie’s cheeks despite the girl tried to push her away and awed aloud. "Ok, let’s make a deal. If you admit you like Aubrey more than a friend, I’ll open up more about my feelings for Emily."

Stacie looked up from the floor and met Y/N’s truthful, warm Y/E/C irises, considering the offer a few seconds before making up her mind, "okay."

"Great!" The big grin Y/N sent her way instantly put a similar one on Stacie’s face at the girl’s eagerness, her chest filling up with warmth at her best friend’s thoughtfulness.

"I like Aubrey. Like a lot." Stacie whispered after almost a minute of silence, Y/N not pushing the girl to talk, knowing she would’ve talked on her own terms and when she was completely ready to share her true, deep feelings.

"I knew it! Oh it was so clear! And it’s so fucking cute!" Y/N excitedly stated as she animatedly talked with her hands, her smile getting bigger as she gushed over the two girls.

"I’ve never felt like this before." Stacie admitted, playing with her ring on her middle finger nervously, her eyes trained on the floor as she shyly avoided the girl’s eager eyes.

"But you’ve been in relationships before, right?"

"Yeah, of course. I had a few boyfriends and girlfriends, but I’ve never felt something so deep for anyone of them." Stacie sighed as she thought about her previous relationships and compared her old feelings for her former partners to her current ones for Aubrey. "She is special." The blonde let out dreamily as a dumb, giddy grin appeared on her lips at the mere thought of the former captain of the Bellas.

"Ohw, look at you so adorably mushy thinking about Aubrey." Y/N circled her arm around Stacie’s shoulders and squeezed her into a side hug, "I’ve never seen you act like this. Remember that party when Aubrey tagged along?" Y/N waited for Stacie to nod at her question, which she did a few seconds later when realization hit her after she remembered the party Y/N was talking about, "I’ve never seen you act so shy around someone when you talked with Aubrey and the most shocking thing was seeing you reject anyone that wanted to have sex with you that night, just because Aubrey was there."

Stacie blushed furiously at Y/N’s statement, straying her eyes away again from her best friend’s gaze and focusing on her hand still playing with her ring on her other hand’s middle finger. "I’m actually having less and less casual sex since I’ve admitted to myself I feel something for her."

Stacie whispered so lowly that Y/N almost didn’t catch what she told her, but luckily she did and she gasped in shock and excitement at the blonde’s statement as a big smile settled on her lips, "Stacie my chest is almost ready to explode from this cuteness overload, shit. I’m so so happy for you."

A small smile adorned the girl’s face as she snickered gently and shook her head in amusement, her head moving to the side to look her best friend regarding her with the biggest dopey grin she had ever seen and eyes full of enthusiasm. "You’re a dork."

Y/N stayed quiet for just a few seconds before asking in a soft tone, "did you tell her?"

"Are you out of your mind?! No!" Stacie replied in an instant, her eyes going wide as she stared at Y/N like she just went insane.

"You should, but I’m not pressuring you. Aubrey looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. So don’t be afraid of telling her." Y/N admitted to calm the blonde’s nerves down, conveying how truthful she was being at the still not-so-convinced look Stacie sent her way.

"Anyway, let’s talk about you now." Stacie steered the conversation away from her crush on Aubrey and lifted her eyebrow up in question, before wiggling both of them suggestively with a big, sly smirk on her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the blonde’s elusive change of subject, but she knew the girl will come around eventually to talk more about her crush on Aubrey, and at the dirty look she was giving her, coercing her to spill her feelings for the adorable Bellas’ legacy, "oh yeah, right." Y/N cleared her throat to get rid of the sudden lump forming there and took a deep, grounding breath to give her the courage to just admit what she realized a few weeks prior and was trying to summon enough bravery to tell to her best friend. "Not too long ago, I- I came to the conclusion, that I- fell in love with Emily."

"What?" Stacie asked, her grin falling off her face replaced by an O shape as shock kicked in, not really expecting Y/N to confess something this big.

"I’m truly, madly, deeply, in love with Emily Junk."

"Holy shit, you got it bad baby Mitchell." Stacie stated still stunned by Y/N’s admission, embracing her harder and kissing the top of her head sweetly, "I know how hard it is, keeping it all to yourself and not telling her."

"We’re two idiots, aren’t we?" Y/N asked rhetorically, smiling bittersweetly at hiding her feelings to not ruin her friendship with the cute brunette if she doesn’t feel the same way, and looking at Stacie who was staring back at her in understanding.

"Talk for yourself Mitchell. I’m great." Stacie flipped her blonde hair over her free shoulder and smiled appreciatively when she heard Y/N giggle at her joke, with a small shake of her head.

"Guys! Stop arguing! It’s taking us nowhere!" Chloe scolded loudly at the other Bellas bickering after their umpteenth disaster of a show. And it was in a freaking rest home. They almost risked to set the whole rest home on fire after CR’s hair caught fire during their performance.

"Chlo calm down." Beca tried to help the distressed redhead to relax just that tad bit, but she was fidgety and dejected, like they all were, at the fact that they lost their tune and it was affecting their performances as a whole group.

"I can’t! WORLDS will start in a month and we fucking suck!" Chloe slumped down on her seat beside Beca and huffed with her hands crossed under her chest and a big pout on her lips. No one dared to say a word, they just stared at the ground with sad faces as they played absentmindedly with what they had in their hands. "Okay, listen up-" The redhead spoke up after maybe less than 2 minutes, her face now sporting a determined expression and a big encouraging smile as she sat up again, "tough times require drastic measures! Bellas it’s time for a musical retreat!"

The other girls didn’t understand what Chloe meant until they set foot on the ground and an authoritative voice reached their ears. "I’m so fucking disappointed in you Bellas! Line up."

After getting roasted by Aubrey for 10 minutes straight, the girl decided to implement the usual business program of their retreat campus and fitting music in it. They started by setting a big tent, then warming up their voices and singing a few songs over and over until Aubrey was satisfied, then the blonde forced them to run 50 laps around their small camp, alternating between singing a few more songs and running without a break in between. "Stace please tell your girlfriend to give us a break! I’m in shape and I’m barely keeping up!" Y/N said out of breath when Aubrey gave them only 3 minutes for a water break.

"Yeah, I think I lost my left leg about 5 laps ago." Emily was bent on her knees and taking big gulps of air, her face red and sweat running down her face. Y/N thought she has never looked so beautiful and adorable as she was right now.

"Guys she’s not my girlfriend. And she is in her Aubreyzilla mode, no one can stop her."

"I’m sure your fingers can help her relax a bit." Y/N murmured after taking another sip of water, watching with amusement Emily’s and Stacie’s faces burn with a crimson blush at her cheeky comeback, but Aubrey calling them to sing their last round of songs prevented her to deepen their blushes with more teasing words.

"Okay! Good job girls. Bathrooms are right over there for you all to go take a shower. I will join you guys later for dinner, I need to take care of some paperwork."

After showering, the girls worked together to light a campfire to cook some dinner as they waited for Aubrey to join them, which she did not too long after. Since they were pretty tired from the hell of an evening their former captain put them through, they went to sleep right away, everyone passing out as soon as they entered their shared tent.

Although they were tired, sleeping in one big tent wasn’t the ultimate comfort, too little space to sleep, air too much stuffy and snores that were too irritating to let a few Bellas have a good night of sleep, so when a loud, blaring trumpet blasted outside their tent around 6 a.m., every Bellas member exited it with loud groans of pain and from lack of proper sleep. "Good morning my lazy Bellas. Day 2 of this amazing retreat. 6 days to come. Y’know the drill, 50 laps. Go go go."

As the day progressed and the Bellas went through over Aubrey’s almost impossible tasks, the lack of sleep and the weather too hot to function, Beca got irritated more and more each passing second, causing her to burst in anger not too long after lunch. Her outburst caused her to spill her secret about her internship job and have a fight with Chloe for her lacking of enthusiasm to save their group.

After taking Beca down from the bear trap she fell into when she walked away from her argument with Chloe, the girls had a proper talk over dinner and made up. They felt the air between them shift and they were glad it did, because they felt already so much more connected compared to when they arrived the day prior. They finally sorted out their problems without stuffing everything inside themselves and talk without filters. Fighting and make up was a daily occurrence with a group of friends that everyone in the group considered family, but making up like real adults was the real deal for them.

"Aubrey, I love you, but please tell me you have more tents for us. I love you guys but that big tent, even though is huge, it can’t have 10 girls sleeping there."

Aubrey looked at Y/N with her signature stoic face for a few seconds, causing the Bellas to hold their breaths in hopeful anticipation, before breaking her serious façade with a big grin that made the other girls mirror her with sighs of relief after she spoke up with a light tone, "yeah, I do. That experience takes place for only one night, where it helps people bond on a deeper level and go through the other activities with a more deep and determined group spirit."

Y/N snorted at her words and shook her head, "the only things I bonded with last night were Amy’s farts and Stacie’s knee in my back. So I think you guys should rethink about that aspect of the program." Y/N’s words elicited loud laughs from everyone except from Amy and Stacie, Amy murmuring an ‘it’s a natural thing’ while Stacie pushed on her shoulder with an ‘you’re a jerk’, causing Y/N’s smile to broad widely.

After tidying everything up, Stacie volunteered to help Aubrey bring all their new tents to the girls, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Emily and Y/N, whose shared suggestive looks and wiggled their eyebrows as the two blondes passed by them.

"Okay girls I have 3 tents for 2 people, 1 for 3 people and 1 for only one person."

"Who wants to give Amy the one for herself so she can fart all she wants?" Stacie asked in a serious tone, giggling out loud right after 8 hands lifted immediately at her question.

"Whatever! More room for me bitches."

"We can take the one for three people." Flo walked over Aubrey to take the tent, then she walked back towards Jessica and Ashley to start setting it, all the while Stacie gave the rest of them their tents. She first walked towards Chloe and Beca, knowing the two would absolutely share a tent to talk more about their previous fight, before she approached Emily and Y/N that were just finishing up setting Amy’s tent, who totally helped with setting her own tent.

"Y/N, Em, is it okay if I-"

"Yes Stace, of course." Emily stopped Stacie’s nervous stuttering with a warm smile, before grabbing the item from the blonde’s hands and hugging it to her chest in an adorable manner that made Y/N almost combust right then and there from too much cuteness.

"Thank you, so so much."

"Try not to be too loud tonight. I’m in serious need of sleep." Y/N cracked a joke and reveled in the blush Stacie sported, a sight Y/N was trying to get used to since it had been happening every single time the former Bellas’ captain was involved in their conversations in the past months.

"Y/N!" Emily slapped Y/N’s shoulder, causing her snickers to increase in volume, as she tried to subdue her embarrassed blush.

When Stacie bid them goodbye and said goodnight to them, Emily started to unpack the tent, leaning down on her knees and figuring out all the pieces, "I’ll be right back Em." Y/N caressed Emily’s right shoulder as she passed by her to approach Stacie who was walking back towards Aubrey, busy with their own tent, and grasped her arm gently in a comfort manner, "on a serious note, how are you feeling about sharing a tent with Aubrey? You okay?"

Stacie smiled at the words of concern her best friend whispered in her ear to not be heard by anyone and shook her head gently in affirmation, "yeah, just a bit nervous. I’m a blushing mess when she is around. What if I make a fool out of myself?"

"Stace, I’ve never seen Aubrey be so soft with anyone. She looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. I’m not pushing you into telling her how you feel, but just relax, okay? If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. Go with the flow, see how she react if you flirt with her. I’m sure she likes you back, Emily thinks so too."

"Thanks, Y/N/N. I needed that. I’ll tell you what happened in the morning."

"Mhmh, you better!" Y/N warned with her forefinger pointed towards Stacie, "and remember, we are sleeping near you guys. So keep quiet." Y/N winked at a once again blushing Stacie, before hugging the girl and walking back to Emily to help her set up their tent.

After everything was ready, the two girls positioned the tent like the others did, with a bit of distance to allow everyone to sleep peacefully without risking to overheat the tents by attaching them to one another and walked in to settle theirselves to sleep. "Ugh this is so much better than last night."

"Oh my god yes! And now we can finally have a proper sleepover!" Y/N stated excitedly, adjusting herself in her sleep bag and watching Emily do the same before making up her mind and trying to be brave for once, "how about we link our sleeping bags together? So we can be more comfortable. And of course if it gets colder tonight we c-can cuddle."

Before Y/N could mentally slap herself for stuttering and for asking a dumb question she thought the brunette was going to say ‘no’ to, Emily grinned brightly at her and got to work to join their sleeping bags before slipping in and immediately cuddling into Y/N, her gesture causing the Y/H/C girl’s stomach to flutter wildly and her cheeks to redden at a quick pace. Y/N was grateful their tent was wrapped around by just a dim light coming from the light pole not too far from their camp, so Emily couldn’t notice her beet red face, but she instantly tightened her arms around Emily’s body and pushed more into hers, "so Em, tell me about your classes."

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tarrenterror25 · 1 year

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Ah, Tarren - congrats!! So excited for you, absolutely so well-deserved. Reading your fics and thots and posts has been such a pleasure! And this is such a fun celebration - I can’t wait to see what you share with us 💖

Could I please request: Alfred Pennyworth + Regency + “I feel things for you that I shouldn’t.”?

Congrats again, my friend!!! 💖✨

OKAY so you and @communism-bitches requested the same thing! So this one is for the both of you! For that, this is longer than 500 words 💕

Thank you so much, J! 💕 I'm so glad you've enjoyed reading my fics and thots! I get all warm and fuzzy reading all of your feedback! Thank you so much for supporting my writing 💕

Thank you so much, H! 💕 Thank you for being who you are and for supporting my writing! I'm so happy you enjoy reading my fics and thots!

This one was the biggest challenge for me! Whew! I've never written regency AU before so thank you to the both of you for being my first! I hope you guys like it!

100 follower celebration

Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

Alfred Pennyworth + Regency + "I feel things for you that I shouldn't."

Tags: Age-gap, boxing Word Count: 1.2K

It's that time of the year when Oswald Cobblepot is hosting his annual soiree at his home or his "winter palace" as he calls it. You hate going, but for you to refuse the invitation would cause a stir. It's not that the party is boring or dull, quite the opposite actually.

It's a madhouse.

The gentleman and ladies present never seem to get along, but somehow they all attend anyways. Cobblepot manor is always packed with guests and lively with all kinds of festivities. Usually during a card game, Mr. Dent would seemingly become a different person should he lose and you could always expect the most scandalous of gossip to come from Ms. Vale who just seemed to know everything about everyone. Often you would spend time with Pamela who spent her time in the gardens, preferring the quiet of the flowers versus the crowds. Sometimes you would chat with Harleen, she was great fun to be around though a bit raucous for a lady.

But there was one person who, for the past few years, made it all worthwhile. Since the two of you crossed paths, you looked forward to seeing him here.

You and Alfred Pennyworth, the mysterious guardian of Bruce Wayne, first met in the parlor of Cobblepot Manor where a game of charades was taking place. The two of you hung back in the wings of the room and, dare you say, mildly flirted with each other. Both of you talked all night and you quickly forgot the bickering taking place in the parlor happening over the game. Every year after that, you two sought each other and would spend the entire evening talking about nothing and everything all at once. You even dared to exchange letters with him this last year.

Now you're here, dressed in your finest gown and you're looking around, trying to spot Alfred, but there's no sign of him. Usually you find each other rather quickly. You adjust your gloves and wander the halls of the manor, fighting through the crowds of people looking for him, but he's nowhere to be seen.

Did he not come this year?

Oh, how your heart starts to ache.

You've grown so fond of him; your last letter might have been a tad playful in its tone and you recall how when you wrote that you realized your fondness was indeed an attraction to the older gentleman. Like a butterfly to flowers in spring, you found yourself always gravitating to him and quickly found it wasn't just his personality you liked. You never forget the year you saw him remove his coat and roll up his sleeves as some of the gentleman went out to the yard for a bit of rough housing. You could not deny the awakening in you as you watched the older man hold his own against the younger men. One young lad who was talking a big game came to regret the challenge when Alfred dodged his right hook and delivered a quick solid jab to the man's stomach making the younger man double over in pain before falling to the ground. Alfred, ever the gentleman chuckled and kindly helped him up.

You head outside where more people are gathered. There's a table with some morsels placed enticingly on some serving dishes and as you reach for one of them, your hand brushes another that simultaneously has also reached for the same. Your eyes flick over to the hand, it's broad and looks strong, a gold ring with a "W" on its face. Your gaze travels up the arm and to the person next to you and you smile as your heart flutters.

It's Alfred.

He smiles, too, but it looks...melancholic.

"Pleasure to see you as always, miss," he says placing his hands behind his back.

"You're here!" you say excitedly, but then chance a playful quirk of your brow as you ask, "Have you been avoiding me?"

His smile grows a little wider and he holds up his left hand, his right coming to rest on his chest. "You've caught me," he says.

Sensing a somberness in his tone, you ask, "...Truly?"

Wordlessly, he glances around to be sure no one is paying attention to the two of you. He gently grasps your hand. The gesture makes your breath hitch as he leads you away from the crowd, quite stealthily you might add. No one seems to have noticed that the two of you have disappeared.

He stops when the two of you turn a corner and reach a small set of steps leading up to a balcony overlooking the section of yard not occupied by guests. No one seems to have been bothering to venture in this area.

The pair of you sit on a stone bench on the balcony, his hand still holding yours for a brief moment more before letting go. The older man finally lets out a sigh. "I was hoping we wouldn't run into each other this year," he says.

"Why?" you ask. "Have I done something?"

"No, no, miss," he assures you. "I suppose...it is I who has done something."

"I don't understand," you say shifting a bit closer to him.

His gaze flicks down to where your knee brushes his and then back up to your face. If you had blinked you would have missed his tongue darting out ever so slightly to lick his lips.

"I feel things for you that I shouldn't," Alfred says. "A man my age...it is probably inappropriate."

You smile and let out a small chuckle, relief washing over you. "Alfred," you say turning your body to face his even more, your gloved hand coming to rest on his. "I feel things, too."

He looks surprised. "You do?"

"I do," you reply.

A content silence hangs between the two of you as you gaze into each other's eyes.

"I'd like to ask before it's too late," Alfred says. "I'd like to request that next year I do not see you like this." His hand comes up to cup your face. "I do not wish to rendezvous with you in empty hallways or secluded balconies. I should like to see you accompanying me to this event instead."

"Yes! Of course!" You smile bashfully and repeat yourself, trying to contain your enthusiasm.

There's a silence again.

"Alfred?"

"Yes?"

The two of your scoot closer to each other, thighs pressing against each other, his hand still on your cheek, brushing his thumb across your skin, and his other hand coming to rest on your waist.

"Can...Can I kiss you?" you ask softly.

Your bold nature has the corners of his mouth turn up as he smiles at you, his blue eyes beaming with adoration. He slowly leans in towards you and kisses you. It's a soft and chaste kiss, but slow and romantic. His lips linger on yours long enough that you can taste the fruit and tea he's had from the party. When he pulls away, there's a growing desire in the pit of your stomach for more. He seems to sense it as he speaks and says with a chuckle, "We should be getting back now."

#100 follower celebration #alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred pennyworth x f!reader #alfred pennyworth #regencyau!alfredpennyworth

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cursedvibes · 6 months

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Hey, I'm the person who commented on Stitches Across, asking about your references and such! Sorry for taking so long to reach out through here. First of all, The Changelings story got me very curious. I found it on Amazon and will try to see if I manage to get the ebook of it for further reading. If you have anymore tales like this to rec, I'd gladly take them. Second, the explanation towards the centipede motif was absolutely perfect, I don't think I myself would be able to come up with something so spot-on for a symbolism. Arthropods to me are very fascinanting, but I'm a bit scared of/disgusted by them, so I generally only observe them from afar and read about them, I actually prefer Mollusks. Anyway, I digress. The thing is you're a very talented writer. May I ask what about Kenny's explanation for their gender. Was it based on something or is it a writing construction for them specifically? And also why were they so repulsed by the breast-touching? Is it because, in that moment, they were directly related to birth and motherhood or more of a quirk related to their gender views? And, finally, the Japanology thing is really, really cool! It makes a bunch of sense actually. May I ask if is it true that Gege's kanji choices are very peculiar to Japanese readers? Anyways, thanks for the delightful read! I'm very glad you responded to my comments! Have a great weekend!

Hi! I'm so glad to hear back from you! I hope you had a nice weekend :)

Glad you were able to find the story and I hope you will enjoy it (despite having some questionable parts)! Hm, I can't think of any tale that is quite like The Changelings. In terms of Heian literature you have the classic of course, like The Tale of Genji, with some entertaining stories and look into the court system and court ladies past time. As for historical queer texts, the ones I can think of are written by Edo period samurai. For example, some of the works by Gennai Hiraga about how homosexuality is superior to heterosexuality. Rootless Grass is about King Enma and a kappa falling for an onnagata and trying to win his affection (and try to kill him so he can come to the kingdom of the dead). Then of course we have The Great Mirror of Male Love by Saikaku Ihara, a collection of romance stories between samurai, monks, kabuki actors and town folk. It's interesting and at times pretty sweet, I especially find it fascinating how monks are depicted here, but its also very much a product of its time. You always have the expectation that the older, more masculine partner will take on the dominant role and his younger, beautiful, more feminine counterpart the submissive one. It's also pretty misogynistic because the author is convinced that love between men is better than love between men and women because men are just categorically superior and women barely more than baby-making machines... But that's historical texts for you. Very similar to how The Changelings features trans characters, but also forces them to detransition in the end.

I also used to not pay much attention to insects or arthropods, but jjk has made me a lot more interested in reading about centipedes, millipedes and spiders in particular and turns out they are a lot more fascinating than I thought :D that's also what I love about writing. It encourages me to do research into things I would otherwise never bother with. I haven't looked into molluscs much, but I know snails and slugs are very complex organisms and can do some crazy stuff like produce scales that include metal.

About Kenjaku's gender, I played around with it and wanted to have their gender identity actually change fluidly and not always line up with their current body. It wasn't based on anything specific, just one way of how I interpret their character. We don't have a definitive statement on how Kenjaku identifies and if that identity changes or is affected by their vessels, so there's a lot of room to explore. In other fics I stick to they/them or pronouns that match the sex of their vessel, but I changed it up a bit here. In the prequel Perfect Preparation Kenjaku starts out with he/him pronouns and later switches to she/her shortly before taking over Kaori even while being in a male body. Same in Stitches, except their journey is a bit more detailed with Kenjaku starting to switch up between she/her and they/them after Yuuji's birth. It's a combination of Kaori's body having served her purpose and Kenjaku wanting to move on, and generally just being uncomfortable with the body because it doesn't quite match their identity. Not a huge bother because I assume Kenjaku is used to inhabiting bodies they don't like but keep for necessity (like needing Geto's body, but disliking being addressed by his name while Noritoshi's name is still fine even after a century), but things like Jin addressing them differently or taping their/Kaori's chest do make the whole thing a bit more comfortable for them. It doesn't have anything to do with motherhood, they don't mind or even welcome being called "mother" (I think that's always the case, no matter the body), the body just started to overstay its welcome and didn't match their self-perception and current preferences.

Oh yeah, Gege's way of writing can be a bit peculiar sometimes. Kanjis and their hiragana/katakana reading being different (like Kenjaku saying "my body" but the kanji being "Geto's body) isn't that uncommon in manga, but Gege can sometimes use very uncommon kanji or ones with ambiguous meaning. You have the way Sukuna is talking for example, which can incorporate some outdated words, like recently using 写真機 (photographic device) instead of カメラ (camera) when talking about Nanako's phone camera. Or how he praised Gojo in his death. It can be understood as "you were magnificent", but his wording and kanji usage references an idiom that refers to the sky becoming clear after a rainy day, so his words mean more literally: "you cleared the skies".

Another example would be Kenjaku bringing out Chinese idioms when spitting their little "I have lived" poem at Tengen in chapter 206. "tug-of-war between feuding giants" 竜戦虎争 literally translated to "a battle between dragon and tiger" with the dragon representing heaven/sky aka Tengen and the tiger (Itadori) earth or Kenjaku. The other line about "capricious alliances and betrayals" 合従連衡 references the Chinese Warring States period and it's many coalitions and political power struggles. I assume Kenjaku prepared that little speech a while ago to finally throw it in Tengen's face. Or the poetic spirit just overcame them in the heat of the moment.

Kenjaku also incorporated a lot of pregnancy symbolism in their language. Like in Shibuya they said "What I can create does not exceed the bounds of my own potential", but it can also mean "What I birth...". Similar when they talk to Choso about the merger they say Tengen will become a cursed spirit bearing/becoming pregnant with/swollen with the cursed energy of a hundred million people. There are dozens more examples. Names for cursed techniques and the sorcerer squats in the Heian era are also notoriously difficult to translate in English because they contain so many references and possible meanings that you can write entire essays about it. Some fantranslators thankfully do exactly that, like TCB and Shishiso. I really appreciate their input and the research they do when necessary. TCB dedicating multiple pages to explaining how Tengen's sunyata barrier works was crazy and Shishiso recently did something similar as an explanation for the Heian era squats and Sukuna's cursed tools. Too bad we have John Werry as official translator, who doesn't even know the story and just skips over the finer parts of the text...

I'm glad you got in touch! Hopefully you don't mind the word salad :D

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