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sunflower-lilac42 · 26 days

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✧ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 || hughes brothers ♔

summary: in which she is asked to call her brothers to see who would send her money

warnings: luke being siblingly mean

publish date: 04/07/24

notes: just a little blurb idea thing i thought of when i was watching youtube shorts and yes there are two versions because i couldn't help myself. it is short and dialogue-heavy but oh well | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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Version One | The One Where They're All Together

She was walking through campus with her friend, talking about what had just happened in the past day that they had seen each other. As they got closer to their destination a man approached them. He was around their age, maybe a year or two older, he had a microphone in one hand as a camera guy trailed behind him, “Do you guys have any siblings?”

The two nodded, a little skeptical, “I’ll give 20 dollars to whoever can convince their sibling to send them more money than the fiend person.”

Her friend whined, “No, her brothers are rich, this is so easy for her, it isn’t fair.”

“Oh, they’re actually all together right now so that works! Wait, why am I making them send me money? I’ll think of something.”

Y/n pulled out her phone and face-timed Jack, hoping that out of the three of them, he’d pick up, “Hey y/n/n!”

Quinn and Luke joined the frame soon after, “Uh hey, can I ask you guys a huge favor?”

All three raised an eyebrow, but Luke answered, “What is it?”

“Can you guys send me some money? I need to buy a new textbook but my paycheck hasn’t come-“

“How much?”

“Like a 100? I’ll pay you back, I kind of need it soon.”

Quinn, being the big brother he loved to be, answered right away, “Yeah, of course. no need to pay me back too.”

“I promise I will.”

“Nope, I make like millions a year, I think I can spare my baby sister 100 bucks.”

“Thanks, Quinny. good luck tomorrow you guys. Love you.”

“Love you too.” The three chorused back right before she hung up.

Quinn was quick to send her the money, yet instead of the 100 she asked for, he sent her 200. Attached was a note saying that they missed her and to go buy some food for her and her friend.

“Hah, have fun beating that.”

Her friend called her sister, getting a mere $30 from her. She frowned and rolled her eyes, telling y/n that she owed her for lunch now. And after the guy left, she sent all $200 back plus the extra 20 she had just got saying it was just for a video and that she loved him. Jack and Luke whined about losing 20 dollars after that.

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Version Two | The One Where She Asks All Of Them Separately

She and her friend had been walking back from class, talking about the new project that they were doing. They were on their way to grab something to eat as it had been slowly approaching lunchtime. There was a guy in the courtyard, with a microphone and his own camera guy. It was a little weird and they became a little skeptical when he asked them if the two had any siblings.

While her friend shook her head no, she replied, “Yeah, three.”

So while they couldn’t see whose sibling would send them the most money, they could see which ones out of hers would, “Okay we haven’t done this one before but I’ll give whatever sibling of yours who sends you more money 20 bucks.”

“Deal!”

She called Quinn first, figuring that out of the three of them, he would be the one not doing anything at this time of day. He answered instantaneously, a soft hi coming from his side of the phone.

“Hey Quinny, I have a favor to ask you.”

“What’s up?”

“Can you send me some money? I have-“

“Yeah, how much?”

“You didn’t even let me finish my question.”

“You’re my sister, I’m going to send you money no matter what. I mean unless you’re buying drugs, are you buying drugs?”

“No just my-“

“Yeah okay. How much?”

“Like 50?”

“Okay, I’ll send you the money. I have to go, but I’ll call you later, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too.”

She looked back at her phone and smiled when she realized he sent her 75 instead of 50. She looked back up as she moved to call Jack, “Alright, let’s see what Jack will do.”

Jack answered his phone within the first three rings, “Y/n.”

“Jackson.”

“What’s up sasquatch?”

“I got a favor to ask you.”

“Should I be scared?”

“I don’t know, do you have a reason for the Devils to stop paying you?”

“No?” His voice was more confused than worried at this point.

“Okay cool, can I borrow some money? Just like 50 bucks.”

“For what reason?”

“I need some new books for class.”

Jack raised an eyebrow from the other side, “positive?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay fine. 50 you said?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll send it when we hang up.”

“Thank you, Jack. I love you.”

“Love you, you dork.”

And when the phone hung up and she got a notification, she realized Jack had sent her the exact amount she was looking for, “Cheapskate. Just kidding, I’m sending this back anyway after this video. Alright, I highly doubt Luke will send me any money, but we can try at least.”

“Luke!”

“Hey y/n/n.”

“Listen I got this huge favor I need to ask you.”

“Whatever it is, no.”

“Not even for your favorite sister?”

“Not even for my “favorite” sister. What is it anyway?”

“I was just wondering if you could send me some money for my-“

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean no? You didn’t even let me finish?”

“I’m broke.”

“You play hockey for a living and make more than me right now.”

“So? Get your own money.”

She scoffed, “Rude. And this is why you aren’t my favorite.”

“Oh well.”

“Bye Luke.” She hung up before he could say anything else.

“And just for that I’m sending Quinn and Jack like an extra 20 each.”

𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑱𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 + 𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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lovebotmo · 4 months

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like the movies

chapter three - caramel creams

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2311

author's note: omg ive been feeling stuck working on this chapter for days so thanks for your patience and as always, hope you like this next chapter. so so thankful for all of you who have commented on my previous chapters!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss

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A week had passed, and you still knew diddly-squat regarding the mysterious guy who had generously sent you the bouquet of moly blossoms and the adjoining note. Glances over classmate’s shoulders to peer at their handwriting were unfruitful and almost landed you in detention when McGonagall had noted your lack of attention in Transfiguration. Whoever your secret admirer was, he had made sure to cover his tracks and frustratingly stump you. No additional clue found its way to you, and no one came forward.

You’d even gone to Professor Sprout earlier in the week to inquire about her moly plants and determine if your mystery man had procured the flowers from her, or alternatively, stolen them. She’d answered in the negative to both—no one had come to her regarding your bouquet, and she wasn’t missing any stock. However, she did echo the sentiment you and Hermione had shared, that whoever he was, he had spent a great deal of money to impress you.

You rolled over in bed to peer at the blooms decorating your bedside. They were still darling as ever. However, they were a constant reminder you had no clue as to who had sent them.

If the guy really fancied me, he’d know this must be driving me mad.

You pulled the covers over your head, groaning, before resolving to go down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Your little quandary wasn’t going to be solved anytime soon, and your stomach shouldn’t suffer for it.

Joining your friends in the Great Hall, Ginny noticed you were a little quieter than normal. “You alright there, Y/n?” Breaking your reverie, you smiled at the red-headed Weasley before stuffing a piece of jam-smothered toast into your mouth.

Your muffled and somewhat undiscernible reply of “’M all good, thanks” was met with a laugh from Ginny and a scolding from Hermione to slow down while eating.

“I’ve got to hurry, ‘Mione,” you said between bites, “otherwise I’ll be late for the Hogsmeade trip. Need to clear my mind for a bit.” Hermione watched in horror at the speed with which you downed the toast, practically throwing a napkin at you when she noticed the jam lingering in the corners of your mouth. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“Still no clue then, I reckon?” Padma asked. You just shook your head, turning to dive into some fried eggs. While you had hoped to be discreet about the whole situation, you had wanted your friends’ opinions, as well as their help, in searching for your secret admirer. However, you had no such luck and your friends were just as clueless.

“It’s kind of dreamy, don’t you think? The whole not-knowing part and the expectation of another clue or a gift. To think someone in this room sent you those lovely flowers!” Hannah seemed more excited about it than you did.

“Oh, come off it. We all know it’s killing Y/n not to know—I’ll bet you she was the kid who would shake her presents under the Christmas tree to try and figure out what they were. Maybe even peer through a hole in the wrapping paper to sneak a peek, eh?” Ginny joked, nudging your arm.

The glare you sent Ginny let her know she had hit the nail on the head.

“Can I see the note again?” asked Luna. Pulling it from your pocket, you handed it to the waifish girl, with Padma peering over her shoulder. As she handed it back, you noticed the certain degree of softness the parchment now had, caused by the countless folding, unfolding, and gentle tracing of the letters by your fingertips. You looked at it once more before tucking it back in.

“Well,” you said, rising from your seated position, “enough of that. I’ve got a date with fizzing whizzbees at Honeydukes, and I will not let you lot make me late!” Laughing, the five girls stood up to join you and began to make their way out of the Great Hall.

Upon arriving in Hogsmeade, the six of you split up to run various errands or meet other friends. Luna joined you on the trip to Honeydukes, desiring to pick up some pepper imps, which she believed would ward off nargles from settling in her hair. You just nodded at your endearing, albeit strange friend. Nodding was oftentimes the best thing to do when Luna said something particularly…off. Upon entering the candy store, you separated from the blond Ravenclaw to fulfill your particular errand.

“Mr. Flume!” You called out to the elderly proprietor of Honeydukes. He smiled once he placed your voice. Your acquaintance with Ambrosius Flume and his wife had begun in your third year, on your very first trip to Hogsmeade. Over the years, you’d heard countless stories about the store and its fantastical sweet treats. As such, when you were finally of age, you had been extremely excited to finally visit. Upon entry, in your typical coordinated fashion, you had managed to slip on and fall due to the bat’s blood soup Neville Longbottom had managed to spill all over the checkered floor. Spotting the tears quickly forming in your eyes, courtesy of your pain and embarrassment, Mrs. Flume had helped you off the floor and fixed you a cup of hot chocolate while you amused her husband with various accounts of muggle delicacies and candies. Since then, you had made it a habit to bring him a muggle candy of some sort to try, proving that even though muggle treats had no real magic in them, they could still be magical. In turn, he would trade one of his newest treats for you to try.

Finally meeting through the frenzied crowd of Honeydukes, Mr. Flume clasped one of your hands in both of his, giving it a hearty squeeze. “How have you been, dearie? Brought me something today, did you?”

You laughed at his eagerness. “You only want me for my muggle sweets, don’t’ you? How incorrigible.”

The two of you giggled like children before you pulled out the promised sweet. This time, you had brought him a small bag of Goetze’s caramel creams, also known as bullseyes. As silly as it might seem, the candies were close to your heart, something you had enjoyed with your mother as a child, eating away at the chewy caramel outside and the sweet cream filling.

“They’re my absolute favorite, you know. And after four years of exchanging candies with you, I insist you stock them just for me. Waiting for packages from my mum to get my fix is simply too difficult.”

Mr. Flume laughed at your dramatics before pocketing the sweets. “You know how much I enjoy these little exchanges with you, poppet. I’ve got something new for you to try, straight from my little lady’s oven.” Reaching into the pocket of his worn apron, he pulled out a pastry of some sort wrapped in brown paper. “Mrs. Flume calls ‘em ‘Cheering Cherry Tarts,’ ‘spose to boost your spirit for a few hours if you can imagine that. Hope you like it.” With that, he left with an affectionate pat on your arm before going to assist some of the other customers.

Taking one bite of the pastry, you had to resist the urge to moan at how delicious it was.

If you knew one thing about Mrs. Flume, it was that the woman could cook.

Scarfing down the tart, you grabbed a box of toffees and glacial snowflakes to bring back with you. After checking out, you made your way to The Three Broomsticks where you had agreed to meet to meet up with your friends after you completed your errands.

You quickly spotted your friends within the tavern. Padma was sporting several shopping bags from Gladrags Wizardwear, while Ginny and Hannah had popped into Zonko’s to pick up some stink pellets intended for the Gryffindor first-years. Ginny was more than happy to continue the pranking tradition her older brothers had begun at Hogwarts, and Hannah was always game for a good laugh. Hermione sat quietly at the table twirling one of her new quills. At the sight you let out a small chuckle. Hermione was many things, but she was not someone to pass up on purchasing new stationary. She was practically besotted whenever she saw a fine quill.

Joining the gaggle of girls, you all went over your purchases, ordering some treats and drinks, gossiping about various happenings at Hogwarts, and just enjoying the general splendor of The Three Broomsticks and its ambience. As much as you enjoyed your classes, moments like these were what you would miss most upon your graduation in the spring. It brought a little twinge to your heart, the bittersweet thought of leaving, but you were excited for the future and to see what your dearest friends would go on to do.

Your reminiscing and get-together, however, was interrupted by increasingly loud voices from a corner table. Imagining it to be some drunkards, you turned, only to see Nott and Malfoy arguing over something that had the two Slytherins particularly heated. While you had no idea what had started their spat, it was easy to tell that Malfoy had somehow provoked Nott who became increasingly incensed. Towering over the blonde, Nott continued to spew verbal fire at him and despite his best effort to hide it, you could tell that Malfoy was intimidated.

“Chi mi piace non sono affari tuoi, Malfoy. Restane fuori!” While you didn’t understand the Italian rapidly leaving Nott’s mouth, you could tell how angry he was. As he was about to continue his verbal assault, he caught your eyes and likely the look of concern on your face. His face relaxed and his next words seemed to slip his mind. Sparing one more withering glance at Malfoy, he quickly stormed out of the tavern and conversation slowly recommenced.

“Wonder what started that little fight,” wondered Padma, picking up her glass of butterbeer.

Turning back, you shrugged, “No idea.”

The six of you left The Three Broomsticks shortly after, realizing that you would have to return to Hogwarts soon. You linked your arm with Ginny as she chatted about her intended strategies for the upcoming Quidditch season. Walking towards the train station, you noticed Nott in the distance, trekking in the opposite direction of the Hogwarts Express.

Didn’t he know that the train would be leaving soon?

Removing your arm from Ginny’s, you excused yourself. “I’ll meet you guys on the train, alright? Save me a seat.” With that, you quickly followed the retreating Slytherin.

“Don’t be late, Y/n! You can’t be losing house points this early in the year!” yelled Hermione.

When you finally caught up to Nott, he was sitting on a bench located on the path that headed towards the Shrieking Shack. He was staring into the distance, those brooding eyes of his lost in thought. Hearing the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet, his head swiveled towards your approaching figure. He stood in surprise before sitting again. You sat down beside him.

Bumping his shoulder with your own, you asked, “Something on your mind, Nott? You seem a little…out of it.”

At the sound of your voice, he left out a long sigh. “No—nothing. ‘M fine.” The clipped response made you raise a brow at him. The guy was not very good at lying, even if he was a Slytherin. “And…it’s Theo. Or, I mean, you can call me Theo.” Those blue eyes returned to you, accompanied by the faintest of smiles.

“Alright then, Theo. What’s got your wand in a knot…Or should I say N-o-t-t?” You let out a small laugh, winking at him as he gave you a look somewhere between horrified and disgusted.

“I don’t even want to dignify that with a response.”

“It was right there! I had to.”

“You definitely did not.”

“Don’t you mean…did N-o-t-t?”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He paused, before continuing, “Do you think it’s too late to request a new Potions partner? I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it through the year at this rate.”

You gasped in mock horror, lightly knocking him on the arm, “Oh please Theo, I’m a peach. You adore me.” You didn’t notice how Theo stiffened at your retort, your eyes turning to the autumn trees lining the path.

“That was quite a scene in there, you and Draco. Fighting over anything in particular?”

Theo let out a huff of hot air through his nose, “No…it’s just—Malfoy’s a fucking prat.”

A bark of laughter left you at his response. “Could have told you that in first year, Theo. Would have saved you a lot of trouble.” At that, he laughed, and you were happy to see a grin finally grace his normally stoic face.

“Now c’mon,” you said standing, “we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to miss the train. Godric knows how much trouble I’ll be in with my housemates if we don’t make it in time.”

Theo stood and joined you in walking back towards the platform, a comfortable silence falling over you two. He seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk had clouded his mind, as he was soon making small talk and a few jokes as you got closer.

Just before you boarded the train, Theo grasped your elbow gently to turn you towards him. He was at your eye level then, as you had stepped onto the first step of the express. You looked at him with questioning eyes. “Sorry, um—just wanted to say thanks.” At your furrowed brow he added, “for checking on me, I mean.”

You smiled at him. “Course. After all, what are Potions partners for?” At that, he returned your smile, his bright blue eyes crinkling a little at the edges.

Huh. Cute.

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brittle-doughie · 4 months

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Taking a break from angst-time for some good Ole fashion family drama!

I'd like to request a scenario where a matriarch relative from Y/N's family roping them into an arranged marriage with an upper-class cookie (whoever it is up to you)

Said relative is introduced coming to the kingdom where they try to take y/n cookie to their would-be-fiance, only to notice a plethora of cookies either following, stalking, or budding in on their "familial reunion."

P.s. Hope your having a safe belated new year, brittle-doughie! Your the best

- 🥀 Anon

Forced Connections

Much appreciated, my dude. Arranged marriages pretty much spell disaster for the would-be spouse if you run a kingdom!

Crowned Cupcake Cookie, that was the name of the cookie in the photograph sent to you, the one you were apparently meant to be wedded with for the sake of “keeping the doughline pure”, as Sugar Cane Cookie, your family’s matriarch, would put it.

AN: Many thanks to Runebrave for massively carrying with the design, as you guys may know, I don’t have a single creative bone in my body lol

Your mother, Molasses Cookie, couldn’t be any more embarrassed that her side of the family is meddling with your personal life, wanting you to choose how you want to live it, wanting you to choose who you want to be with…but Sugar Cane Cookie insisted.

She was expected to arrive with Crowned Cupcake Cookie soon, which means having to break the news to your Cookie Kingdom before they did. They deserved to know…

You opened the door to your quarters to see Financier Cookie standing by, she gave a small bow to you.

“Y/N Cookie, I see that you are alright today. It gives me relief knowing that you haven’t gotten hurt.”

And it helps to know that a cookie like her is always keep watch over you, when she makes it to the schedule at least. Quite a number of cookies are always gunning to make your bodyguard spot such as Caramel Arrow or Raspberry Cookie, had to break up a few scuffles on occasion.

But that’s a topic for another day, you’d rather you give her the news of what’s to come..

You tell Financier Cookie to be ready, for your kingdom will have…important guests arriving soon..

“I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior and that will go for the other cookies. May I ask who these guests are?”

It will be your family matriarch, Sugar Cane Cookie…and your soon-to-be fiancé, Crowned Cupcake Cookie-

You see Financier Cookie stop in her tracks, a thousand yard stare straight ahead, as her grip on her sword shakes.

“….What?”

Now now, you know that sounds like a big shocker already, but it’s being forced upon you and you really can’t-

“A forced marriage…as if the circumstances can’t get any worse…”

You asked for her to please settle down, this was beyond your control once it was made known to be an order in your family!

Financier’s grip on her sword tightens up as she takes deep breathes, indicating the hidden rage that was boiling inside her

“Don’t worry about it, self-discipline is something I need to practice for anyway…just don’t expect me to be cordial with this…fiancé of yours if she steps out of line…”

If Financier could get like this, there’s no telling how the others will be…

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Jealousy is hitting Kouign-Amann Cookie when she learns of the news. What kind of cookies were your family to try and set you up with something arranged?! As opposed to..what your heart wants..

She can proudly boast that her skills as a Paladin exceeds what this visitor can do for you, anything crossing your path can just meet her sword! What can this visitor do? Because they probably won’t be able to do as much compared to Kouign!

Not giving up is also another part of being a Paladin! Nothing this newcomer can say or do will deter her at all, even if it ends up in a fight! Because Kouign is more than willing to put this cookie six feet under if they push their luck…

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Almond Cookie is on the case. Not only was this arranged marriage done without an agreement on your end, but you weren’t even on a first name basis with this other cookie? This has gotten him on high alert that required a whole lot of coffee, he’ll need it if he’s to dedicate his time to this problem.

He’ll be right there with you for when your arranged spouse has entered the station. The safety of the Cookie Kingdom’s ruler is of the upmost importance to everyone, including him. Especially him. He felt like being your barrier, the wall of protection that you can count on!

And..just reading on whatever files he can scrape on up on this Crowned Cupcake Cookie…he’ll definitely need to be on guard for whatever she has planned or would be ready to do. He’s more than happy to slap her in cuffs if she so much as LOOKS suspicious..

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Did this mean you won’t be able to come to her picnics anymore? You’ll be giving all your time to Crowned Cupcake Cookie?

It was a pretty unfortunate realization for Cherry Blossom Cookie, she felt like what you and her had was going pretty nicely. It just felt like a pain to her heart to suddenly lose that connection to a cookie she’s never heard about.

She can’t just deny your future spouse a picnic though. In fact…she very much would like to invite her to the best picnic! She promises to make Cupcake’s food R E A L S P E C I A L to commemorate the occasion. She’ll make it so good, it would be to D I E for…

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Your cookies could only internally cringe when Crowned Cupcake arrived on the train and was already hovering around you. She went on a long speech about the fairy tale romance of a princess meeting the one she loves being a reality for her. Financier’s self-discipline was TESTED with how much Crowned was putting her hands on you.

Almost as if she sensed it, Crowned Cupcake started to giggle, her back towards the envious crowd of cookies. She turned back towards them, with wide eyes and creepy smile, her right eye twitching.

“Oh? Am I sensing objections between me and my dearest being together…? If that’s the case…”

She put away her staff…before slowly pulling out a sword from behind her, with dry strawberry jam staining the blade, her smile growing more deranged.

“I’m more than happy to settle any differences. Dungeon or execution..? Hehe…”

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catsrulesworld · 10 months

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Missed calls

genre:angst

Miles!42 x fem reader

An: Hiii my loves! Guess who's posting again lowkey I may stop because my stuff has been doing so bad but it's okay because I'm a soldier 🫡 and I had to take a lil break from all the fluff so here's a lil angst just so you know this is my first time writing agnst so dont be mean with him were he's always busy and misses too many dates always hope you enjoy love you all🫶🏽

You don't know how you ended here sitting in the rain outside on the streets of Brooklyn New York in front of the brand-new romantic restaurant that served your favorite foods, Miles your boyfriend had stood you up for the 5th time. Well let's just start from the very very beginning.

You had met Miles in collage and you guys grew close, which led to you dating him and being in the happiest relationship you had ever been in until one day he started leaving you on delivered more, standing you up, and on top of all that he made many empty promises about “I promise to see you soon” “I promise I won't be late this time mama” “ill see you in ten okay mami?”.

Well you had been a fool again to his lies and promises he had sent you a message around three thirty saying

Mr.grumpy pants😒:“Sorry I've been ignoring you mami how about I make it up to you, we get dinner tonight at six at that new place you've been wanting to try?”

Mi corazón💜: Sure babe ill see you at six 💋

And with that, you took your sweet time getting ready taking a shower shaving every piece of your body you could, using your favorite body wash, exfoliating, using your expensive skincare, did your makeup, wore Miles’s favorite fancy dress, plus your most fancy heels.You were going all out for this date.

Once you had arrived at six on the dot you walked up to a nice worker “Hi ma’am do you have a reservation?” she said politely “ Uhm yeah it should be under Morales!” “Okay follow me right this way,” she said while leading you to a booth. “Your waiter will be with you shortly”

You sat in the booth and ordered a nice champagne it had been ten minutes with no sign of Miles it then turned to twenty minutes with no sign of him, and after forty minutes and waiters asked every ten minutes if someone else was coming you decided it was time to go, and just to your luck it started raining drenching you in the cold you were shivering at this point. You decided to give Miles a piece of your mind you had called him twice no answer time for a voicemail then.

“This is the sixth time you've stood me up Miles and now I realize I look like a fucking fool waiting for you in the cold pouring rain,” you say taking a deep breath “So whoever is soo important you need to cancel on me again can have you Miles I'm sick of waiting on you, sick of your lies, sick of the sneaking around at night, so tell your lil bitch she can have you and don't hit my line again it's over.”

Miles was in the middle of prowler business trying to hunt down a guy with Uncle Aaron, his phone ringing and buzzing in his pocket the whole time Uncle Aaron had to stop multiple times to tell him to handle that.

Once they had found the guy and “handled” him Miles went to look at his phone many missed calls and texts from you he went to the voice mail to see what you said he couldn't hear much due to the rain until he heard your voice shakey with anger talking about his he had missed the day again and how you looked like a fool until the end of the note said “don't hit my line again it's over.” he felt his heart get tighter in his chest he had fucked up royally this time.

You had made your way home taking off your heels, then making your way to the bathroom, you removed your makeup and dress then started up a nice bubble bath to ease some of the tension. You had sat in the tub admiring the bubbles and getting clean.You had got out of the tub white robe around your midriff, making your way to the sink you began to do your skincare for the night.

Once done with this routine you headed to your bedroom to turn on your favorite tv show and go to bed, when released you had twenty text messages from and ten calls from Miles saying about he was sorry and how he would never do it again as you were reading these texts he called you, and stupid enough you answers it “Miles?”

“Mami what the fuck do you mean it's over?” “I mean what I said Miles I'm sick of all the lies you tell me” “They aren't lies mami” “Then what's with the canceling plans, sneaking out at night, nevering returning texts or calls?” “mami...I can't say why.” “Mhm still lying well keep your other bitch and leave me alone,” you said hanging up the phone and blocking his number. After that, you headed to bed the rain and your tv show in the background lulling you to sleep not worrying about Miles again.

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brnesblogposts · 2 months

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lost dogs and chance meetings

pairing chris evans x reader

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Your family had decided to take a trip to New York, you had been a few times before as your parents had friends there. At the time you were young and blissfully unaware of the celebrity world, it was different now, people were always running into celebrities on the streets in the US. New York is home to many, as well as a hotstpot for work in the industry. You didn’t luck out however, but your trip in the US wasn’t over just yet.

Your family had decided to take a trip up to Massachusetts, to stay in a log cabin for the weekend. Being the huge Chris Evans fan that you are you insisted they stop to look around Boston, not only because you loved visiting new places, but a small part of you hoped you’d run into the Bostonian man himself.

You stopped at a restaurant for some lunch after driving up to Boston, Not too long of a drive but enough to make you hungry, you felt a bit carsick after the journey so announced you were just popping out for some air, “Won’t be too long” you stated. you decided on a short walk to calm down the nausea you felt.

You stood there wide eyed, the hound was staring you down as you looked at him perplexed. Surely not. There’s no way Dodger Evans was standing on the pavement across from you. It looked like him, you decided to go up to him seeing as this possible Dodger lookalike seemed friendly, Dodger or not their owner must’ve been frantic about their puppy’s whereabouts. The tag read “Dodger” and your eyes shot up wide “OH MY GOD.” your inner voice spoke, you flipped the tag over and surely enough there was a phone number, Chris Evans’ phone number. You took out your phone with trembling hands.

Writing out the message, “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” you sent it.

“Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.”

An odd request, but considering his status a valid one.

you took a photo of Dodger, half your face in it, of course you wanted Chris to know he was safe. You sent it with a message reading “He looks completely fine! no sign of injury or anything, just missing his dad I think.“ you sent it not thinking and then it occurred to you “dad”, he’s going to know you know who he is.

His body relaxed. Chris had taken Dodger to the park and got too distracted in conversing with an old friend to notice Dodger had got out. As soon as he did though, his chest felt tight and breathing heavy. Who knows how long Dodger had been wondering for, or if he had been picked up. He began searching, texting Scott and his sisters, to let them know. Soon enough there was a search party for Dodger.

Chris’s phone pinged. The text read “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” his body instantly relaxed, until it didn’t. This could be a scam, someone has somehow found Dodger and known who he belonged to they’ve taken the number from the tag and continued on. “Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.” without hesitation he responded. He needed to know Dodger was okay and whoever this was had his best interest at heart. The person had responded within seconds.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, Dodger is okay. His rescuer was.. beautiful.

“Thank you, could you send me your location? want to reunite with my boy ASAP”

You sent your location and a message to put his mind at ease, “I’ve given him some water from my bottle, poor guy was thirsty, we’re in the shade waiting now”

That made him feel better, you obviously cared about animals, and definitely had Dodgers best interest at heart. You were only a few blocks from him so he jogged, within a few minutes he saw Dodger and you at the end of the street at a bus stop.

You tried your best to keep your cool. Yes you were a fan, but you found his dog. You saw him in the distance running down the street and anxiety struck you, you pushed it aside.

Dodger instantly recognised his dad and ran into his arms as Chris knelt down to greet him, “Hi bubba! don’t ever do that again.” your heart melted at the greeting, you know if it was your own dog back home you would be a complete mess. After a good long reunion Chris looked up at you.

“Hi, Thank you, Thank you. You wouldn’t believe how worried I was when I noticed he’d got out of the park” he spoke, out of breath, considering he had just run 5 blocks. You stood there for a second, trying to compose a calm and collected response so as to not freak him out. “Of course! I have a dog back home and would hope someone would do the same thing if he got out” He smiled at your sympathising.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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Mile High Club

Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word count ⇒ 2.5K

Summary ⇒ You and Tony have been in a secret relationship for the past seven months, and you're being sent on the first mission for just the two of you since you've become an Avenger. Seeing how the two of you will have nothing but time during the long flight to the other side of the world, he wants nothing more than to make you a part of the Mile High Club.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings/Tags ⇒ Established relationship, age gap (~ 10 years), secret relationship, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Babygirl)

Smut ⇒ Dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, nipple play, fingering, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), belly bulge, spanking, squirting, creampie, cockwarming

A/n ⇒ This fic is a little gift from the heart for my bestie @ccbsrmsf1. I'm very proud of you for everything you're going through, and you deserve a delicious treat with our man! I love you so much and want to thank you for everything you do for me. You're the most fantastic person I know, and I'm blessed to know someone like you! 💙

A/n 2.0 ⇒ This isn't proofread. Any and all mistakes are my own. My requests are open again! Please feel free to send them for each person or character I write for, and I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you'll all come up with! 💙

Events Masterlist ⇒ @flufftober Flufftober '23 ⇒ Love of my life Masterlist ⇒ @buckys-wintersoldier ⇒ ''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?" Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomkinkbingo ⇒ Secret relationship

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist

Ever since moving to New York, you've dreamt of becoming an Avenger and worked hard to reach that goal. Now, almost three years later, you're also in a relationship with the man you've been crushing on since you became aware of his existence, Tony Stark. The two of you have been together for over seven months, but you have kept it a secret.

''Are you ready to go, Gorgeous?" Tony practically purrs in your ear as you strap the last knife to your tactical suit, ready for everything that could come your way. A broad smile spreads across your features, and Tony can't help but smile right along with you. The way your eyes sparkle when you look back at him doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he leans in for a kiss when the door suddenly swings open. You both pull away quickly and act nonchalant, hoping whoever opened the door didn't see the two of you almost lock lips.

You're relieved when you see it's just Steve, and you sigh before saying hi to Steve and leaving the weapons room to get the Quinjet ready for your mission. He wishes you good luck during the mission, and with that, you're off to do your job, shortly followed by Tony. While waiting for the elevator, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath.

"Really? Are you already out of breath? You need to work on that, old man!" you joke teasingly, though it only earns you a glare that has you laughing loudly. When Tony hears it, he can't help but smile, his heart skipping a beat as he lets the thought go through his mind that you're his. He feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he can't wait to put a beautiful ring on your finger and call you his wife.

The elevator dings before the doors slide open smoothly, allowing you both to enter. As soon as the doors close, Tony gently pushes you against the wall before capturing your lips with his, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip to ask for entrance. You gladly open your mouth, letting your tongues fight for dominance, which he ultimately wins.

When he finally pulls away, you're left breathless, and he can't help but make a teasing remark on it.

"Really? Are you already out of breath?" he asks, and you give him a smack against his upper arm, though you don't mind it when he teases you.

"You're lucky you're cute, Stark," is all you say before getting off the elevator when you reach your destination. The butterflies in both your stomachs are going crazy. You and Tony are also in great moods more often, which hasn't gone unnoticed by your teammates. They all secretly have a bet about how long it will take for the two of you to come out with your secret, but despite that, they're all happy for you two, even if they can't show it. Yet.

Not even twenty minutes later, the Quinjet is in the air, and you're quietly sitting in your chair next to Tony as he controls the enormous aircraft with expert skills. While he's focused on what's happening outside, you're buried with your nose in the book you brought while holding Tony's hand. Now that it's just the two of you, a comfortable silence has fallen on the jet, and you're happy to be in each other's company, not having to worry about anything or anyone seeing you.

That is until Tony suddenly breaks the silence, accidentally scaring you just when the story of your book gets interesting.

''Shall we make this flight more interesting?" he asks, and you jump at the interruption, making him laugh loudly. It wasn't his intention to scare you, but now that it happened, he can't help but laugh.

"Sorry, Gorgeous, I didn't mean to scare you,'' he tells you as he brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles that has you blushing deeply within seconds and your panties flooding with arousal all at the same time. He always has this effect on you, though you're never one to complain.

"You were saying something about making this flight more interesting?" a brow quirked as you looked at him curiously.

"Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?" Tony asks with a serious expression as he looks at you. Even though you've heard of it, you never even thought about actually doing it - until now. The thought of having sex with Tony in the flying Quinjet is highly appealing, and you nod in response. Before you know it, the plane is on autopilot, and Tony is turning his chair, inviting you onto his lap.

''C'mere Gorgeous," he says, and you happily get up to straddle his thighs. The chair is wide enough to fit both of you, and his hands are lying on your hips as you put your arms over his shoulders, your fingers gently running through the hair on the nape of his neck. As you look into his deep, dark brown eyes, you can't help but smile, thinking how fortunate you are to be here with the man you love and who you can't wait to grow old with.

You lean forward to press your lips against his, and the kiss turns heated and passionate soon, leaving you both breathless when you pull away. Your eyes are half-lidded when you look at him, the arousal you're feeling now making you feel like you're not even in your own body anymore. You give yourself entirely to Tony and his intoxicating touches and taste, never getting enough of them.

Tony's cock is straining painfully against the zipper of his pants right now, and all he wants is to be freed from the confinements of the denim, ready to be worshipped by you. Whether it is with your mouth or pussy is something he isn't picky about; all he knows is that he wants to be enveloped by the warmth he loves so much.

"Let's get out of these clothes, Gorgeous; it'll be a lot more comfortable that way," he tells you, and you get up, ready to strip off every last piece of tactical gear you're wearing. When you're left in just your sports bra and panties, Tony stops you, wanting to help you take the last two pieces of fabric off your body.

His hands glide up from your waist to the back of your bra, unhooking it before letting it fall to the floor and exposing your breasts. Your nipples instantly pebble at the chilliness as they're met with the cool air, but Tony's lips wrap around one of them, sucking and biting ever so gently, his other hand tugging and rolling the other as slight moans escape your lips.

Your mouth goes slack with pleasure as he switches between your two sensitive buds, and you gasp when you feel two of his thick, strong fingers rubbing your clit over your soaked panties, spreading your legs on instinct to give him more room.

"D-Daddy!" you exclaim, and Tony looks up at you as a wicked grin spreads over his features, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you. A moan slips out as he puts slight pressure on your clit, a gush of arousal ruining your panties even further.

''Such a good girl for Daddy right now, but you want more, don't you? You want Daddy's fingers inside your delicious, tight, warm pussy, isn't that right?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod and whine when you feel his fingers leave your clit, and you're clenching around nothing. It doesn't take long for Tony to rip off the fabric of your underwear and shove it into his back pocket.

You look up at him with curiosity about his next move, but he doesn't say a single word as he turns the two of you around and pushes you into the chair he sat in not too long ago.

''Spread those beautiful legs for me, Gorgeous; let Daddy have his feast," he orders, and you do as Tony gets onto his knees, his hands resting on your inner thighs as he moves closer to your dripping pussy. You clench around nothing as he lets out a deep breath, the warmth having you arch your back as it makes contact with your sensitive heat.

''Look at that, Gorgeous, such a beautiful, delicious pussy for me," he says as he hooks both your legs over his shoulders, creating the perfect space for him to be buried between your thighs. He eyes your pussy hungrily as your hands glide into his hair, pulling him towards your needy, dripping pussy. When his tongue makes contact with your flesh, you let out an almost obscene moan as you pull his hair hard.

He groans against your pussy as he starts eating you out vigorously, your combined moans and groans filling up the room at the jet, which is still flying without a single problem. Tony alternates between fucking your entrance with his tongue and sucking on your clit, building up your high, until he suddenly plunges two fingers into your pussy at a fast pace.

''Oh fuck, Daddy! 'M cumming!" you let him know, pulling him even closer with a loud moan as he works you up to your orgasm, which washes over you not long after, your legs trembling and your back arching as he works you through it until you're nearing overstimulation, but he stops right on time.

''I can't believe you're such a good girl for me today, though I don't think I'll ever want to get used to you being such a submissive girl for me,'' he says with a wink, referencing the fact that he is more than happy to have you take the lead in the bedroom too.

'''s your turn, Daddy!" you tell him with a soft, whiny voice as you look at how hard he's straining against his jeans, wanting to taste him.

''Another time, Babygirl, right now Daddy wants to be buried deep inside this pussy of yours,'' he tells you before quickly undressing and helping you up to have you sit on his lap again, his cock trapped between your stomachs. He's so long that he reaches a good few inches above your belly button, and you love how deep he goes when he fucks you, though you rarely take him like this as it has been a challenge in the past.

"I want to stretch your pussy so badly, Gorgeous; I want you to be wrapped around my cock as I split you open, filling you up with cum until it drips out of you before fucking it all right back in with my fingers. How does that sound?" he asks in a low, rumbling voice, and you instantly nod yes, wanting all that and more.

You lift yourself as you brace yourself on his shoulders, allowing him to line himself up with your pussy before lowering your body onto him. A deep, long moan escapes you when you feel the stretch of his long, thick, and veiny cock you love so much. His hands on your hips carefully glide you down as you sink, and before you know it, you're taking him completely.

''Fuck! Look at that, Gorgeous; I'm so fucking deep inside this pussy that we can see me in your belly," he says with a wicked smile on his lips before taking his hand and pushing slightly on your belly, making you moan loudly at the pleasure coursing through your body.

The hands that were previously on your hips have slid back to your ass, which is exposed perfectly now that you're straddling his lap, and he lands a spank on both cheeks simultaneously, only adding to your arousal. You jerk forward, making a rolling move with your hips that has both you and Tony moaning as you sink again.

His hands help guide you as you slowly start to move up and down, the slight burn quickly subsiding as your hips meet his thighs before going up again, repeating the motion over and over again. The pleasure is building up fast, and the fact that you know you're miles high in the air together only adds to your enjoyment.

"We should go on missions together more often, don't you think? God, I would love to rail my pussy all over the world and high in the sky. Can never get enough of you, Gorgeous; I love you and your pussy so much," he purrs into your ear, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, your pleasure intensifying immensely. Moans, groans, and the sounds of skin slapping against the skin are all that can be heard as you lift your head to kiss Tony, but it's nothing more than a sloppy kiss as you're nearing your orgasm that's building up at a rapid pace.

''Daddy, want to cum! Please, may I cum?" you ask, bordering on begging at this point. He groans out his permission as he fucks up into you, his cock completely slick from all your juices, making a squelching sound that has you grinning widely. The pleasure only Tony knows how to give you is intoxicating, and you want more of it until it comes to a high, and you squeeze his cock when you cum.

With a scream of his name, you cum on his cock, your juices squirting out during a prolonged orgasm while Tony keeps fucking into you. Not long after, Tony cums, too, with a groan of your name, spilling every last drop of his cum inside your pussy, until his balls are empty.

You're both coming down from your highs as you're panting, catching your breaths after the exercise you've just gotten. Sex with Tony always feels nothing short of amazing, but when you're this high in the air with the man you love, your pleasure is multiplied tenfold, and you want to do it again.

You lean forward to capture his lips in a soft, gentle kiss, your nails scratching his facial hair. When a few more pecks have been exchanged, you pull back to look at him through half-lidded eyes. You always knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but this moment made it official. The look of love on Tony's face is one you will never get enough of, and just when you want to tell him that, a yawn escapes.

''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?" you ask sheepishly, his cock still buried deep inside you after you've both cum down from your shared orgasms. With a soft hum, he lets you know it's okay, and he turns his chair, taking the jet off autopilot and back to steering it himself. There are still over seven hours of the flight left, and he's more than happy to spend a big part of him with you cockwarming him.

''I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers against your hair when you're almost asleep, and all you do is smile in response before letting the sleep take over. Sleeping in his arms is one of your favorite things to do, as you know you'll be safe in the arms of the love of your life.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 9 months

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Photograph of A World on Fire (4) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

Summary: The world might be on fire with a pandemic happening, and you and Andy face loss after loss, but the two of you stick together and become even closer through it all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:) (i gave myself that headache and followed canon slightly... ooof, warning, canon character death incoming)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you are important.

Andy found out her mother was alive, and then three weeks later, a pandemic set the world on fire.

Andy's mother left, and her father told her that her mother had died, rather than her mother had abandoned her due to mental illness.

Your brother and sister were determined to quarantine away from you, and with Andy in a bubble at the firehouse, you were isolated from everyone.

Andy had enlisted herself in distracting herself about her mother by going to an art store, masked up with a list of supplies for you so you could keep making your art from home. Andy didn't know you had gotten out of the car, sitting on the bonnet with your camera, photographing the empty streets.

You didn't know it was the start of one of two projects during the pandemic that would make your career flourish, as you sat in your black attire, watching the funeral of Pruitt Herrera, that due to the pandemic had to be done online. Watching as Andy spoke, you couldn't hide the love in your eyes for this woman. This woman of fire. Your fiamma.

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Your brother sat on your porch as you sat in the hallway, talking to each other through an open door.

"I found inspiration, for two big projects."

"Two big projects? Wow, that's amazing, angioletta. I hope I get to see them before Carina." Andrew smiled, the pride in his eyes obvious.

"Oh she'd be so mad!" You laughed, remembering the last time Andrew had seen your artwork before Carina did, and how jealous she got despite trying to hide it.

"How's your girlfriend?" Andrew threw you off, almost dropping your snack on the carpet in surprise at his question, but you took a moment before replying.

"She is at a family picnic for the first time in twenty years, and I didn't want to impose y'know. Plus, everyone is so determined to quarantine, I'm isolated from everyone and everything, but my art." You admitted, spotting the sad look on your big brother's face at your confession. You were feeling lonely.

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"It probably won't help if I tell them that I have a girlfriend too." Andy admitted to her cousin Michelle, whose eyes lit up at Andy's admittance.

"You do? Tell me everything!"

"She's an artist, with two older siblings, who are both doctors, but she is my saving grace in this, this cruel world." Andy confessed, getting her phone out to show her cousin a photo of you, and some photos of your art.

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Your phone buzzed as Vic sent you a video, getting your brother's attention as you gasped.

"There, there was a tiger, in the firehouse... a tiger... that's not totally terrifying!" forwarding the video to your brother, who checked his phone.

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Fiamma: you don't have any vagina art, do you?

Cariño: that's more my sister's interior design style...

Cariño: good luck to Maya

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"You know, on the nights we don't have dinner together. I eat canned green beans for dinner, out of the can." Andy confessed as she watched you stand over the hob, stirring your wooden spoon into something that smelt amazing.

"Fiamma, that's disgusting."

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Andrew's text sent horror through your body as you read it. He and Carina were following a human trafficker. And nobody was answering their phone. Not Andrew, not Carina, not Andy, and not even Maya. Miranda and Ben weren't answering either, so you ran out of your house, tracking your big sister's phone as you got in your car.

Your brother was good, he was stable, taking his meds, getting sleep. Your sister had moved in with Maya, she was happy as she could be without missing Italy and stressing over your father.

Warren and Maya began to call you as Ben read your message, realising you were going after your big siblings.

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"Announcement! Uh, Carina and her brother Andrew are... well... they're following one of the kidnappers, and uh, Y/n is going after her siblings apparently so..." Maya nervously explained, about to tell Andy off for hurriedly getting her phone but Warren shook his head.

"Probably going to call Y/n. They're, they're friends."

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"Carina, Andrew, there's something you should know. Y/n is on her way to you, I'm guessing nobody's kept your little sister in the loop."

"Angioletta? No, she could get hurt. How does she know where we are?" Carina began to panic, hearing what Maya said.

"She's probably tracking our phones." Andrew deadpanned, knowing it was too late to stop you.

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You knew they were at the Seattle Transit Station, running as you spotted Carina heading through the doors of the station. Speed-walking after your siblings, you barely made it onto the train before the doors shut, quickly making your way up the carriage until you landed in the seat next to Andrew, sandwiching him in the middle of you and Carina.

"What are you doing-"

"You both scared me. Plus nobody knows who I am so..." you trailed off, whispering in Italian to obscure your words to any non-Italian speakers.

The three of you watched as another passenger stood up and moved away from the three of you.

"My first time being profiled as an Italian."

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"Stay back, angioletta." Carina whispered, as your siblings stood up to follow the human trafficker off of the train.

"Go find Ben and the police, I'm not losing her again." Andrew instructed, leaving Carina to nod and get out her phone. That was Carina's mistake as she took her eyes off of you, who ran after her big brother like she did when she was a toddler.

But Carina lost sight of you both, stuck rallying the first responders. She didn't see what you saw. The man barge into your big brother, and stab him.

"NO! Help! Help! Call 911!" You screamed loud enough that Carina heard you, hurrying over to see you putting pressure on a stab wound. A stab wound in your big brother's chest.

"We're here, we're here!" you sobbed, as Warren got your brother on a gurney, Maya holding back Carina as you curled up on the floor, hands covered in your brother's blood.

Carina cleaned your hands as you sat numbly in the back of the aid car, Maya and Ben treating your brother, and Carina recalling songs from your childhoods to soothe your brother's pain.

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Sitting in the Grey Sloan outdoor waiting room, you were numb as you saw the look in the approaching doctor's eyes.

Your brother was dead.

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In grieving, Carina shut down, but you threw yourself into your art projects. Carina had Maya to keep an eye on her, but you...

Andy was there for you. Andy was there when you didn't sleep at night, staring at a blank canvas until you started to paint, she sat and watched you. You didn't want to talk, your big brother was your lifeline.

"Okay, I know your French toast is better, and so is Carina's, but it's the only thing I know how to make for breakfast." Andy explained, bringing a tray into your spare room aka your art room at this point.

"Looks delicious." You managed to smile, but Andy was taken off guard as you pulled her into a hug, burying your face in her neck and not letting go.

"I'm acting captain today... are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Andy asked, her fingernails running gently over your scalp as she cradled your head.

"I have food and water. I just want to paint my grief, because I don't know how else to express it. Talking doesn't work, talking makes me miss him, even if he's with our mama now." You replied, but Andy saw the look on your face when you spotted the red paint on the palette. She didn't see how it reminded you of your brother's blood on your hands as you sat in the aid car, numb and hoping it wasn't his time.

Your siblings may have called you angioletta, little angel, but your brother was the angel among you now.

Your mother called Andrew and Carina two halves of a whole, but you needed both of them. You were away from Carina for so long growing up, all you had was your brother.

Now he was gone, Carina was stuck with the paperwork, and you buried yourself in your art. Minus any red paint, which Andy had removed after seeing the far away look on your face at the sight of it.

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Carina called you hours later, asking if you had spoken to your father at all. You hadn't, but somehow he had heard two days ago that your brother died, and he didn't call either of you.

Andy found you sitting on your porch on her return home, in the spot where your brother had once sat, with a portfolio she hadn't seen before in your hands.

"Andrew was supposed to be the first person to see my projects, but he's..." you trailed off, opening the first page to reveal the photographs you had taken of empty Seattle streets.

"I've never seen Seattle so empty."

"Exactly." You let out a wet chuckle, holding back your tears until Andy met your gaze with a faltering smile at your crying.

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Maya Bishop: A Doctor Gabriella Aurora just turned up here

Y/n DeLuca: you'll be okay, it's been a long time since medical school, trust me.

Maya Bishop: Come over and help me?

Y/n DeLuca: i'm having dinner with my girlfriend tonight. i'm cooking too.

Maya Bishop: Girlfriend?

*left on read 4:21pm*

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"You know your sister has a girlfriend?" Maya enquired as she walked through the Grey Sloan car park with Carina, hand in hand.

"I assumed she had someone living with her. She had two mugs out when I surprised her one morning, and someone gave her a neck bruise."

"A hickey?" Maya raised an eyebrow, wondering how long you and whoever it was had been dating.

"Yes, a hickey. My sister is not a fan of double dates though." Carina added before Maya could get any ideas.

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"I still haven't met your girlfriend. I even met your ex-roommate before I met her." Andy's cousin Michelle pointed out, after pointing out how Andy had gone to every barbecue and not brought you with her.

"My girlfriend lost her brother and her sister is very protective and doesn't want her getting the virus... and we still haven't told her sister we're dating, or that I moved in so..." Andy trailed off as Michelle's eyes widened.

"Oh so it's serious?"

"She's my saving grace."

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"My visa expires next month." Carina explained to you, making you flinch. You and Andrew had citizenship, but Carina was here on a visa for her study.

"You have to go back to Italy? They shut down the immigration offices... Carina..."

"Angioletta..." Carina whispered, letting out a squeak as you pulled her into a tight hug, fear setting in that you would lose the only family you had left in America.

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Carina and Maya were unaware of how well you really knew Andy, until it came to your brother's memorial in the Grey Sloan car park.

Amelia wasn't there, even if she had mentored your brother for a time. You hadn't thought of the neurosurgeon in a long time, having removed all traces of her from your portfolio, your life and your memory.

Whilst Maya held Carina in the car park, you sat on the ground, holding your knees to your chest until arms wrapped around you, and Andy was almost cooing in Spanish, calming you as you clung to her, mask soaked with tears.

Neither of them had any time to judge, but both were unaware you and Andy really knew each other as more than friends. Any assumption they had was wrong. Andy and yourself were well acquainted.

You didn't hide your relationship with Andy. She was at the firehouse a lot, not wanting to bring covid home back to you, since Maya and Carina were further along in their relationship and when Andy had moved in with you, she tried her best to keep you safe.

Everyone wanted to protect you, but they were isolating themselves from you to try keep you safe.

One of your art projects had been inspired by frontline workers, gaining attention online as people wanted to buy the works, the money going to charities to support people during the pandemic... you were flourishing, and your big brother couldn't see it from anywhere but above, whilst your sister and your girlfriend could see it, and you, but chose not to as often.

Your second project reflected another side to the pandemic, photography of the empty streets, void of all life. Almost apocalyptic in a sense.

Andy spent more time with you than Carina did, but you and your sister handled grief differently.

The fire between you and Andy burned brighter than anything else. An eternal flame.

"What are you painting this time? Is that a heart on fire?" Andy peeked over your shoulder, her chin resting on it as her hands hovered over your waist, hesitant to touch in case she messed up your brushstrokes.

"It was supposed to be symbolic, fires of love? Eternal flame? I think I'm better at realism... the portraits reflect that." You shrugged, gesturing to the paintings on the other side of the room.

"You are the sweetest but your sister and Maya should be here in an hour, and you are wearing more paint than clothes." Andy pointed out, her eyes widening as you smirked, walking backwards to guide her to the shower.

"Maybe you should join me, to make sure I get all the paint off."

"I would like that very much, but we need to-" Andy began to point out the lack of time, but you shushed her as you leaned in, waiting until she met you halfway, the hour countdown until Maya and Carina's arrival forgotten about...

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#andy herrera x reader #station 19 x reader #station 19 imagine #andy herrera imagine #carina deluca x sister!reader #andrew deluca x sister!reader #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy imagine #station 19 imagines #grey's anatomy imagines

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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So for that Kenji request 😁 I've had a plot in mind abt Kenji and reader being enemies to lovers (since childhood, they hate e/o after castle rajes them in) practically and then both of them are sent as undercover soldiers and then by the time of 'ignite me' or 'unravel me' what happens is that the reader is always closed off abt her trauma but then one day she just breaks down and opens up to him and Kenji comforts her (?) And either one of them realises that the energy they put into hating each other is actually liking and Juliette is stuck in the middle of their mutual pining. IM SORRY FOR THIS LONG REQUEST BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO IN MIND FOR TOO LONG AND I COULDN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS. Also it's SLOW burn and we see their relationship progress over the years 🥰

Undercover

Summary: Y/n is being sent on a mission, and she's rather be dead.

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A/n: heh im back love! sorry this took so long to write, but here it is finally! I've decided to make this a series, as it would make more sense that way.

(also, its been so long since i read the series, so ill have to do some of my ✨research ✨ while writing)

enjoy!

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Y/n hated mornings, as any normal person would.

Of course, not many people were normal in Omega point.

She hated waking up so early, hated hearing the happy mindless chatter that surrounded the breakfast table in omega point, as if it was not the worst time of the day ever.

And the thing she hated most about mornings?

Him.

Kenji Kishimoto.

Whenever she saw him, she had this irrational yet completely justified need to strangle the living daylights out of him.

He was one of the abnormal people around here.

Y/n simply could not understand how someone could be so cheerful all the time, and it got on her nerves whenever he sent her a mocking smirk towards where she would be sulking in the corner.

She wanted to punch and/or kick him in the fucking balls, only because she wasn't picky.

The line for breakfast was moving exceptionally slower today, and Y/n was just about to scream in frustration when someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

Y/n whipped her head around, ire blazing through her, ready to give a piece of her mind to whoever thought it a good idea to touch her, especially so early on, hoping it would lessen her irritation, then froze, cursing her own luck.

There stood the Kenji loving old bastard, Castle, a smile on his face. Kenji stood behind him, a confused look on his face.

"Castle." She intoned, trying to smile back at him.

Castle glanced back at Kenji before meeting Y/n's gaze again. "Y/n. Haven't had your breakfast yet?"

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she lifted the tray she was holding, giving him her best attempt at a sheepish smile.

"Hmm. I was hoping you'd be free, but it's alright. Meet me in my office after you are done. I have an important mission for you."

Y/n nodded, turning away from the old man as the line proceeded further.

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The dim lights of the corridor led her towards the small space Castle called his office, wondering what this mission could be.

What concerned her more was why Kenji was with Castle.

It could be nothing, she knew, but still she could not help but wonder if he would be a partner in this mission.

The moment Y/n reached the door to Castle's office, she paused with her hand on the door handle, listening closely to the raised voices from within.

"Why her?" That was, unfortunately, Kenji.

"Because she is our only last option! No one else is eligible for this task, an those who are do not want to go." Castle replied, and Y/n ignored the sadness in her chest at being the last resort.

Was she not good enough to be the first choice? Was she so bad that she was being chosen only because no one else wanted to do this task, whatever it was?

Y/n shook her head, twisting the door handle and walking in, a neutral expression on her face as if she had not heard anything that had been said.

Kenji stood there, fuming, while Castle looked exasperated.

As soon as she entered, Castle smiled at her, shooting a look at a glaring Kenji.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Yes, about that." Castle took a deep breath, glancing at Kishimoto once more before speaking.

"You have been chosen to go to sector 45 as undercover spies along with Kenji."

Oh hell no.

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tagging no one because you might not have read the series and i dont want to tag you unnecessarily if you dont want to be tagged 😉

#kenji kishimoto #kenji x reader #shatter me #tahereh mafi #ignite me #shatter me x reader #shatter me headcanons #kenji kishimoto x reader

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milawritesstuff · 5 months

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“ Maybe you’re life’s most beautiful and sad way to tell me that you can’t have it all.”

😩😩😩😩😩 omgggggg

Whoever sent this, thank you. You made me go back to read that story and gave me some fuel for a little update on it. Hope you guys like it.

You can read the first part HERE and second part HERE !!

You looked over at the beautiful wedding dress next to you as you put on lipstick. You looked down and thought about what Pedri would look like, what type of suit he would wear. Reality soon sunk in when you remembered that he wouldn’t be the one waiting at the end of the aisle today and luckily you wouldn’t be the one walking down the aisle either. But despite that reassurance you knew that you couldn’t push off your wedding to Jordi for long.

A knock on the door started you. You turned your attention towards the door followed by his voice, “Can I come in?”

You felt your heartbeat accelerate, as if it knew its owner was near.

Pedri walked in closing the door behind him. You stood up and offered him a shy smile.

-Estas jodidamente preciosa. You are fucking beautiful.- He said as he continued to stare and admire you. You smiled as you kept your gaze at the floor.

-Pedri, what are you doing here? Nuria will be here any minute to get ready for the ceremony.-

-I just wanted to see you. Have you a few minutes to myself before the chaos.- Pedri said as he took a step closer.

You took a step back. -Pedri, not here. Not now.-

As luck would have it, Pedri was close friends with your best friend’s fiancé. Despite wanting to leave Pedri behind after that one night, you were unable to because your paths continued to cross.

Pedri looked down at your hand. -If not now, then when? Ese puto anillo no me dejara estar contigo. That fucking ring won’t let me be with you. Have you told him yet? Does he know about us?-

-Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t need to. It was one night, it meant no … it meant nothing.- You took a gulp before finishing your sentence. You and Pedri knew you were lying and you were a bad one at that. The night you had spent with Pedri had not meant nothing and in fact, it had turned your whole life upside down.

Pedri took another step towards you and chuckled. -That’s not what you said that night. In fact, if I close my eyes I can still hear your moans, asking me for more, asking me to go faster, harder.- He whispered the last word into your ear causing a reaction from you.

-A good fuck doesn’t change things, Pedri. That’s all it was, that’s all you were, a good fuck.-

-No me jodas.- Yelled Pedri as he took a few steps away from you, driving his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

-For better or for worse. That’s what you promise when you marry someone. You’re going to tell me that he’s the one who will be there for you for better or for worse?-

-You don’t know our relationship. You just want me in your bed again, begging you to fuck me so that you can boost your ego. To throw me to the side in a month or two while I throw my whole life away for you.-

-Tell me who was there when you had the panic attack last month, who picked you up from uni, whose bed did you fell asleep in until your tears dried. It wasn’t him, it was me. Who did you call to pick you up from the club after you decided to go out and drown yourself in alcohol to forget you had accepted his proposal, who did you call to pick you up so that he wouldn’t see you like that, so your parents wouldn’t see you had been crying all night drunk. It was me.-

-Pedri please stop.- You managed to say while holding in the tears that were fighting to be let out. You felt your throat choke up but you couldn’t cry, not now. This was your best friend’s big day and you had to be here for her. This wasn’t about you.

-You weren’t supposed to fall in love with me. That was the rule, you broke your first promise to me.-

-You fell in love too.-

Before you could say anything else to Pedri, your friend Nuria walked into the dressing room with a line of people following her. She looked startled to see you and Pedri in the room.

-Joder, I’m sorry. Y/N, Pedri, I didn’t know you two were in here.-

You shook your head.

-It’s okay Nuria, I was just waiting for you. Pedri was just leaving, right Pedri?-

Pedri stared at you with a clenched jaw. You had been saved by the bell so to speak. He nodded. -I was just leaving, Nuria. Y/N and I have said everything we needed to say.-

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as he walked out of the room. Please stay, this is not where our storyline ends. Please don’t fall in love with someone else.

You didn’t say a word and just stood there willing him to walk back and beg you one more time. Maybe this time you would leave your insecurities behind and tell him how you felt as well. As you turned back your eyes were met with those of Nuria’s. Your watery eyes told her more than you would. She smiled reassuring you. -You’re doing the right thing, babe.- You smiled back at her.

You could feel Pedri’s stare on you throughout the whole day. Catching glimpses of each other, both eager for each other’s touch but not daring to get too close. If Jordi saw the two of you together, he would know.

As the night neared to an end Pedri walked through the gardens of the venue. He wanted to go in and look for you, ask you to come home with him. One more night, he would beg you. One more night and let me show you that I love you. Let me show you that I am the one, not him. But he knew he couldn’t, he shouldn’t. Not here, not like this.

As he got closer to the building he heard someone yelling. He turned the corner and saw you standing there while Jordi yelled at you.

-Una puta, es lo que eres.- A whole, that’s what you are. Yelled Jordi at you. Pedri quickly walked towards the two of you.

-Hey, calm down bro.- He gestured to Jordi trying to avoid looking at you, fighting every urge in his body not to punch him on the face.

-How am I going to calm down? But of course, its you, Pedri. You can have anyone and everyone you want. You don’t have to have your heart broken by a puta like this one.-

Pedri looked over at you with questioning eyes. -I can’t have everyone.- He managed to say to Jordi who was still fuming. -But please calm down, don’t do this to your girlfriend.- Pleaded Pedri to Jordi.

Jordi chuckled. -You want me to calm down? Tell me if you would calm down after hearing that your girlfriend, no wait … your fiancé is in love with someone else. When you walk in on her telling her best friend that every time you make love to her she’s thinking of ese cabron. That she doesn’t want to marry you anymore because she doesn’t love you anymore, because she wants to go off with that other guy. That she would give everything up for him and the only reason she’s still playing along that she will marry me is because she feels bad for me. Tell me you would be calm, cabron.-

Jordi stared at Pedri waiting for an answer. But before Pedri could say anything else, you spoke up.

-Jordi, please stop. This isn’t the time or place. We can talk about it tomorrow, please Jordi.- You pleaded with tears in your eyes. Pedri stood there silent in between the two of you, both physically and metaphorically.

#pedri gonzalez #pedri #pedri is so damn hot #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri blurb #pedri requests #pedri fluff #pedri x you #pedro gonzalez

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Goth-Pod Ep 7: Metropolis vs Gotham

Welcome back to goth pod! Will Juda Boone see a city rivalry put to rest? Seems unlikely in a 4 minute episode! But join us anyway for the question: Metropolis or Gotham?

[goth-pod is a fictional, in-universe podcast based on the DC comics universe. Juda Boone is an original fictional character, not based on any real person or known comic book character.]

Transcript under the cut

Hello everyone and welcome back to Goth-Pod! Your Gotham based podcast. I am, of course, your favorite unconquered tri-state area and host, Juda Boone

I can't believe I'm about to say this, but this episode is sponsored by Wayne Enterprise. Wayne Enterprise is a multi-faceted company based out of Gotham. The rebranding of their tech line is scheduled for the first of the new month, so keep an eye out for that. They sent over an entire box of Wayne Tech recording equipment and I am more than stoked to try it out.

Whoever got our last joke episode on the desk of Bruce Wayne or Bruce Wayne's Team, I am simultaneously mortified and honored.

Now, onto today's episode.

Metropolis is Gotham’s sister city. Some say they can see the glittering skyscrapers from across the bay on a clear day- but I have never known a clear day in Gotham in my life, so I don't know where they got that.

But, if she’s our sister city, why the ever-so-loud rivalry?

Before we continue, I am noting that I will not be touching on the Superman / Batman debate. That would be a whole different episode.

We posted a poll on our socials with the simple question: Metropolis or Gotham? This poll resulted in 139 votes. 21% voted Metropolis. 79% voted Gotham

But I think that's to be expected from our audience. We're Gotham based. Before I'm a host, I'm a Gothamite. I've had 23 years to develop my bias for my home city, something I think our listeners can relate to.

And it comes down to that key word: Home. The pride and possessiveness that comes with a sense of belonging. I'm sure the results would've been different if we were Metropolis-based.

Really, I get it! I’ve heard just about every verbose rant about “How could anyone live in a city like Gotham?” And there are points I agree with! I understand the deep, deep flaws that my city is trying to find solutions for.

Just like I’m sure Metropolis is dealing with Lexcorp running more than half the city with Lex Luthor’s selfish, greedy charm. While you’re handling your gentrification, we’re celebrating the preservation of our historic district.

Or how Gotham U beat the Metropolis Bulldogs this past sports season! Maybe it’s all the sunshine getting in the players eyes? Good luck next year, everyone.

“Oh but I would be afraid to walk home at night!” Well that's the difference between us! You’re afraid to walk at night. We know how to punch a clown in the face by the time we’re 10!

[Clears throat]

What I meant to say was. Um...

People can feel.. Protective. When something feels like a kindred spirit. Gotham City is a place few people understand. But we, its citizens, it’s children are what makes it. We too stand tall and strange alongside our buildings. We too have our shadows and our secrets that we dare not share with the rest of the world.

Metropolis is a beautiful city. And so is Gotham. To me, Metropolis is beautiful like a sister. Shining with potential, smiling while leaving you behind. Gotham is beautiful like a mother. Old and scolding. Giving a type of tough love that takes time to understand.

I love my city. I hope my words, in this episode and others, can help others love it the same way.

Thank you for joining me. I’m Juda, you’re listening to Goth-Pod. Until next time, stay safe, Gotham.

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yanderegrizzsworld · 10 months

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Hello, so first of all, thank you for your services on writing Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog stuff cuz OMG the lack of written content here is criminal.

Ok, now with that out of the way, I had this idea going on in my head for a very long time, but I was rlly shy about sharing it up until now (BTW this isn’t a request or anything like that). Ok ppl hear me out:

Yandere Shadow with a weak and shy Darling who thinks he hates them.

Maybe they met bc they both worked for G.U.N. or something, but circumstances force them to end up with both seeing each other a lot, and bc of Shadow’s rather aloof and reserved nature, Darling starts thinking that Shadow probably thinks of them as a nuisance that’s getting in the way, when in reality, he probably doesn’t mind them much (Well, at first).

Darling would probably start trying to do their absolute best to be as useful as possible, after all, it’s not like they want Shadow (or anyone rlly) to hate them, and even if they’re not a capable fighter, there’s lots of other stuff they’re very competent at. However, it doesn’t matter how much they try to help him in any way, he still doesn’t seem to bat an eye, which makes Darling think he probably thinks they’re annoying him and that they should better leave him alone so they aren’t a nuisance.

Boy if only they knew how much Shadow truly appreciated all they did for him, the fact that Darling tried to push through their shyness and help him, he began to see it as endearing to the point he couldn’t help but just fall in love with such a pure-hearted, fragile Darling that had to be protected at all cost. He wanted to keep his distance from them since he’s not exactly the safest hedgehog to be around with, yet he just couldn’t help himself but want to be around them to personally make sure they were safe. Alas, now Darling’s avoiding him.

Darling would start “coincidentally” encountering Shadow more frequently, even outside of work. They had to go to a certain shop to buy something? What a coincidence, Rouge had asked him to grab something from there too. They liked to go to a certain place after work? Weird, Shadow also went there regularly, you get the gist. Darling would see this as them having the worst luck, since why are they always ending up meeting with the person that hates their guts?! Darling, a word of caution, you should pay more attention to your surroundings.

As time goes on, Shadow’s feelings grow deeper and more obsessive, to the point they can’t leave them alone without worrying every waking second about their safety. What if G.U.N. sends them to a dangerous mission and they get severely injured? Or what if Eggman attacks somewhere where they just happen to be and they can’t defend themselves against a badnik? Well, Shadow doesn’t need to think about that anymore when it does eventually happen.

Seeing Darling severely injured would make something inside Shadow just snap, and he decides that enough is enough, whoever caused the injury pays dearly for it, and next thing Darling knows, they wake up on a very comfortable bed inside a room they can’t recognize, their wound being with a person who hates them. Darling would immediately apologize to Shadow for any inconveniences and tries to leave, however, there seems to be something restraining one of their legs, and when they lift up the mattress, there’s a shackle around their ankle.

Darling begins to have a panic attack, but before Shadow can try to comfort them, Darling begins to ask him why he hates them so much, they start going on and on about how they don’t understand what they did wrong, and then Shadow interrupts them with a hug

“I don’t hate you in the slightest, if anything, I love you so much. That’s why, I can’t let you get hurt out there”

(I had a tiny bonus for this but this is probably too long already, so I’ll leave here, hope you like it)

This is just absolutely phenomenal dear! I don't think I can add anything to this masterpiece you've sent. Like is an understatement, & so is love, I'm enamored with this dear!

#grizz responds #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere concept #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #not yandere writing

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Please Talk To Me

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You are partners with Eddie for a class assignment and what begins as nothing turns into something else

General fluff, some arguments, no trigger warnings

The sun outside sent a ray of light directly into your eye as you sat in your last class before lunch break. Squinting, you tried to focus on what Mrs O'Donnell was saying but her slow monotone draw made it almost impossible to focus.

It was only a few weeks into the school year and you already knew it was going to be a long few weeks before another break. The seat beside you was empty as always since your desk partner never bothered to show up to class. On the first day assigned seating was announced causing a collective groan from your classmates and thoughts of childhood as you were all pointed to your respective spots.

Your name had been called, followed by another boys name, though no one appeared at the calling of their name. You had plopped down at the desk and assumed he must've been sick but the look on Mrs O'Donnell's face signalled something else.

As each day passed you gained a better understanding of that look as you never actually saw the boy that was meant to sit next to you. You had inquired on the third day as to his whereabouts and your teacher had given you a half-assed response and waved you off.

Looking up at the clock above the black board you were relieved to see you only had a few more minutes left of this god awful class and then you'd be free. You didn't mind English as a subject, but somehow all the life had been sucked out of it by the way it was delivered.

You found your mind wandering and soon you'd tuned out Mrs O'Donnell's words completely until a single phrase sparked your concern.

Sitting back up you zoned in on her words closely "Yes, yes, you all heard me right, group work" she almost seemed to delight in the misery of her students "you will work with you desk partner to complete the assignment on the prescribed text"

You tuned out again as she rambled on about more details that were already known. Your thoughts were occupied by the fact that you hadn't seen your desk partner once and now you had to track him down to do this awful assignment.

The bell rang and the screeching of chairs sounded and everyone leap up from their desks and out the door. You whoever begrudgingly walked over to the teachers desk with your books clutched to your chest.

"Excuse me Mrs O'Donnell" you said catching the attention of the older woman

"I was just wondering if I might be able to switch partners or join another group for the task?"

"Sorry y/n but there will be no changing, you'll just have to work this out with your partner"

"Well that's the other issue... I haven't actually ever even seen this person, I don't even know their name"

"That would be Edward Munson, good luck with that one dear" she gave a dead smile "now off you go, I have things to do"

Walking out into the busy hallway, you signed at the reality of things. You had heard things about Eddie Munson, most people called him a freak or satanic worshipper... So you didn't exactly have high hopes.

Putting your books back in your locker, you grabbed what you needed for your next classes and then headed towards the cafeteria. You didn't exactly know who you were looking for but you had a general idea.

Looking around the large room filled with students bustling about, your eyes were draw to the table with several people wearing leather jackets and strange shirts. They were all laughing loudly at something one of them had said. Approaching the table you stood at the end of it and they all went silent as their eyes fell on you.

"Eddie Munson?" you asked to the group, unsure who you were asking exactly

"Who's asking?" the guy sitting at the opposite end of the table responded

You assumed that had to be Eddie. Your friends had talked about him before and he met the brief that you had overheard from them and other gossips.

"The person you're meant to sit next to in English" you sarcastically retorted "though I suppose you'd only know that if you actually came to a single class"

There was a moment of silence as the boy almost didn't seem to know how to respond to you. His mouth hung open slightly, as if he didn't expect you to speak to him that way.

"Well what do you want then?" he questioned you

"We have to complete an assignment together and since you haven't come to class at all I'd like to get a head start on the work so I preferably don't fail" you didn't give him a chance to say anything else "We'll meet at the library this afternoon after class ok?"

He simply gave you a small nod.

"You do know where the library is right? It's the big place filled with all the books" the entire conversation was boring you and you were already frustrated with his attitude

"Yes I know what a library if, I'm not that stupid" he said rolling his eyes at your comment

"Good" you firmly said, turning and walking away as the table behind you erupted into obnoxious laughter

You were seated in the library waiting for Eddie to join you and you had to admit all you wanted to do was go home right now. Your final lessons of the day hadn't been any better and you were sporting a pretty great headache.

Absentmindedly flipping through the textbook, you didn't notice the denim and leather clad man sit across from you. A light cough pulled you out of your thoughts and your eyes widened at the sight of Eddie. You hadn't actually thought he'd shown up, truthfully you were planning to sit there for a bit and then complain and leave when he didn't show.

"Oh hi" you spluttered at him, quickly trying to organise your noted in front of you

"Hi..." he replied clearly unsure what was happening

Shuffling through your things you found what you needed "Sorry I'm just a bit unorganised"

"You’re the one that asked me here, how are you the unorganised one?"

"Well to be honest I didn't think you'd actually come"

"Wow cut me deep" he said jokingly clutching his hand over his heart

The session with Eddie had been surprisingly productive, despite his complete lack of knowledge of the subject, he happily listened to you explain it all to him. You had gone over the text and made a plan together about how you'd complete the work.

You'd also been surprised at how much you'd enjoyed his company. When you had told your friends at lunch who your partner was they'd all looked shocked and warned you of Eddie. Cautioning you of all the dangers and what to look out for. You'd been expecting some vile person who was awful, but he'd been nothing but nice the whole time.

Packing up your things, you both walked out of the library and exited the school. You hadn't realised the time until now, as the sun had long since set and darkness now enveloped the school parking lot.

"Well" you announced "it was nice meeting you, I'll see you tomorrow hopefully" turning away you began to walk in the direction of the main road

"Woah, woah" you suddenly heard, causing you to turn back around to Eddie "you're not walking home are you?"

"Yeah..." you replied

"I can't let you walk home in the dark alone, let me drop you home" you were taken aback by his offer "it's the least I can do for making you stay so late"

"Ummm" you were sure what to do, on one hand a lift home would be great and on the other you had only spent a few hours with the person that the whole school had dubbed the freak

Eddie took a few steps from you and gestured towards his car, which was in fact a van.

"Please" he insisted "I don't want to see on the news tomorrow that a pretty girl named y/n was kidnapped and murdered by some weirdo in a van"

You laughed at his comment "Eddie" you paused "you drive a van"

"Yes but I swear I'm not a weirdo and I promise not to kidnap or murder you" he smiled at you

"Ok fine, but I swear to god if you murder me I'm going to kill you"

The drive back was nice, Eddie had let you choose the music and you were shocked to see amongst the collection of hard rock was Madonna and Queen.

"Madonna? Queen? Really?" you'd laughed slightly clutching the tapes

"Hey don't hate me for my taste in music" he said keeping his eyes on the road "a man can like more than one thing, it’s called range"

The rest of the ride you'd talked about anything and everything. You'd learnt that it was his second time completing his senior year, hence the absences from classes as some sort of stance against the school. Though you had convinced him that not coming to class wouldn't exactly help his case for graduating.

Pulling up outside your house, you grabbed your bag and jumped out of the van. Before shutting the door you turned back to Eddie and gave him a genuine smile.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow and thank you so much for the ride"

"It was my pleasure"

Shutting the door you made your way inside and tried to ignore the warm tingly feeling in your chest.

In the following next few weeks that became your daily routine and it even became habit that Eddie would drop you to and from school. You enjoyed your time with him, often choosing to spend your free time at his place than at home with your other friends. You both got along really well and had more things in common than you had initially thought.

It had been a random Friday and you were at your locker, once again struggling to stuff all your belongings inside it without it all spilling out.

"Hey y/n" you heard someone say and you shut your locker door to reveal Adam Whitham standing beside you

"Hi Adam..." you responded, unsure as to what exactly he wanted

He leant back into the locker next to your own and fiddled with the hem of his letterman jacket "I was wondering if you would want to go out with me night?"

You were taken aback by his question. Sure you knew of Adam enough, but you'd only had a few classes with him and barely exchanged more than 10 words over the years. He seemed nice enough, you'd never heard anything specifically bad about him and he was on the school basketball team.

"Um, sure, I guess" you replied

"Great" he exclaimed "I'll pick you up at 8, wear something nice"

After scribbling your number and address on the back of his had with a pen from his pocket, Adam simply shot you a smile and headed in the opposite direction.

You weren't exactly sure what had happened until one of your friends Susan rushed up to you and gripped your shoulders. She had a look of excitement splashed across her face as she stood in front of you.

"Oh my god y/n!" she cried "I can't believe Adam just asked you on a date, do you know how amazing this is?!"

You weren't sure how to respond, so you just let out a nervous laugh. Susan seemed more excited about the whole thing than you were and you couldn't help but feel like you were the wrong person doing on this date.

You continued about your day, not thinking too much about the upcoming date. Occasionally a girl in your class would whisper to you to confirm the rumour and you merely confirmed their questioning. You didn't really understand the who drama around it all but you supposed it was a small school and there wasn't much else going on.

That night Susan had come over and helped you get ready for your date. She giddily prepared you and approved of your look before you went downstairs to greet Adam at the door. He had been polite, shaken hand with your dad and smiled at your mums embarrassing comments.

The date was lovely. He'd taken you to the drive-in and you'd watched the movie that was playing for the night. You'd chatted about random things and gotten to know each other. It was lovely and at the end of it all once he drove you home, he turned off the car and you sat in the stillness for a moment.

"I had a really nice time" he said "I hope you did as well"

"I did... Thank you Adam" you replied, leaning across the centre console and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek

On Monday morning you stood waiting at the curb for Eddie to arrive. As a few minutes passed you found it odd as there was no sight of him and usually he was already outside waiting for you in the mornings.

Walking back in the house you picked up the phone and dialled Eddie's number to check if he was running late. The phone rang and then went to the answering machine, so you assumed he was already at school, maybe had to meet someone early.

Your parents had already left for work and if you started walking now you'd definitely be late. Pausing for a moment you weren't sure who to call when the thought popped into you mind.

"Yeah of course I can come and get you, lucky I'm running a bit behind, be there in 5" Adams' voice called out over the line

"Thanks Adam" you replied and hung the phone back up

School had been boring as usual but that was expected. Walking out into the parking lot you headed in the direction that Eddie usually parked in and were once again surprised to see his van was no where in sight.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as he had definitely been at school today since you'd seen him in the cafeteria. You weren't sure exactly what to think but you didn't have much time to stew in your thoughts as Adam pulled up beside you.

"Need a ride home as well lovely?" he asked sweetly

"That would be so amazing, you're a life saver" you praised, quickly jumping in and throwing your back at your feet

The same strange behaviour continued throughout the week. You'd see Eddie in school, wave at him or call out and smile but he did little to acknowledge your presence. Once again he'd taken to skipping your English class and luckily you'd both already finished the assignment and handed it in.

You had tried to corner the metal head and ask him what was wrong but he always seemed to get away from you. Each night when you knew he'd be at home you called the trailer but he never asked, the phone just automatically went to the answering machine.

The whole thing was starting to annoy you and on top of it all, you truly missed spending time with Eddie. It was until he wasn't in your life did you realise how much time you had been spending together.

A week passed and then another and another and soon it was as if you and Eddie didn't even know each other at all anymore. You didn't bother trying to acknowledge him in the hallway, knowing he wouldn't bother acknowledging you back and it hurt.

This continued until one day when everything had gone to shit. You felt like your life was falling apart and the one person you wanted to talk to wasn't answering your calls.

Frustrated and fed up with his suborn and childish behaviour you decided to walk all the way to the other side of town to the trailer park. The walk had felt short as your mind was full of thoughts and angry scenarios you'd made up.

Stepping up the steps to the door, you angry banged on the door incessantly until it flung open. On the other side was a very confused looking Eddie.

"Um what are you doing here?" he asked at the sight of you on his front step

"I'm here because you need to pull your head out of your ass and talk to me!" you exclaimed, pushing him aside and marching into his home

"I thought you'd be busy with your new boyfriend or something" he retorted callously

"What?" was all you could say, surprised by the tone of his voice "Seriously why are you acting like this Eddie?"

Shaking his head, he lowered his gaze and stared at the floor "It doesn't matter"

"Yes it does matter because I care about you Eddie and this whole not talking to each other is shit!" you said "I miss hanging out with you, I miss talking to you, I miss my friend" you told him "so just tell me what's wrong!"

He gave you this look of sadness as he lifted his head and looked at you "Maybe because I dreamt up this whole thing in my head where I thought I could actually have a chance with a girl like you but I'll never be someone like Adam Whitham" he quietly said

You just stood there silently as Eddie spoke.

"I'll never be the guy who's hand you'll hold on the way to class and I'll never be the guy who everyone is jealous of because your dating and I hate myself for pretending like I could be! You'll never think of me that way and it fucking sucks y/n. It sucks and so I figured that avoiding you would be easier than actually telling you the truth!"

You didn't know what to say. All his words had hit you like a truck and you felt frozen in time. You knew the lack of response was only hurting him more though, as his defeated eyes landed on yours.

Slowly stepping forward, you reached forward and wrapped your hands around his own. Looking up into his eyes, you just waited there for a moment, savouring it.

"Eddie I broke up with Adam" you told him and a look of realisation washed over him and you saw his shoulders fall slightly "I broke up with him because he wasn't you"

"What?" he said in disbelief

"I really like you Eddie"

Without warning you suddenly felt Eddie's lips against your own. You felt one of his hands move to the small of your back and the other wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you in closer.

The kiss enveloped you. You moved without thought and simply melted into his touch.

"I suppose you're ok as well" he laughed and you jokingly punched him in the chest "I'm kidding!” he laughed at your expression “I really like you as well y/n"

You didn't think about anything else in that moment. Just let him pull you towards him once more and be greeted with the warmth of his lips.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #stranger things eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things one shot #eddie stranger things #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #one shot

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I know right now you deserve compassion but I think it's necessary to untie you from the burden of liking her so strongly so I feel like you need to hear this: I've been in a similar situation to you and when she says it's not possible to give you anything she means she's not doing that for you. the facts that she wants to keep going on dates with other people implies she's still looking for someone else, because whatever she could give, she's saving for someone she's hoping to find and it's not going to you. and right now you're just her company while she finds whoever that is. being in her proximity feels great I know, but believe me, it's better to leave before she tells you she found who she wanted and you realize everything she told you was just to keep you around not out of love but out of utilitarianism and necessity. you feel like it's sorrowful that she can't see how happy you could make her but she doesn't care. and if she knows anytime she calls you'll go it's worse, and if she knows she doesn't even have to call because you'll do it without her lifting a finger, even worse. stop calling her and believe your anger, she's being very transparent. you sound so loving, intelligent, and tender, so giving, you will find someone who will see this and wants to pour into you just as you want to pour into them, I promise. feeling used is devastating but I wish you all the strength and luck in the world, and I send you a hug, you will recover!

hi i read this like 3 times since u sent it ily and thank you for sending it it's like being slapped awake ! hurts to think abt but it's true :')

the worst thing is yeah, i'm aware of this bc she made it quite clear - to her credit she is transparent, as you said :') not abt her looking for someone else but more abt her not particularly caring abt me specifically etc etc but ofc you're right abt the implications of her dating others . anyway yh we are no longer talking + i am no longer calling it is genuinely over which is painful but the right thing to do but ouch! thank you sm for the hug i hope i recover soon as well ♡

#asks #anon #thank you anon #i showed this ask to my friend and she got sort of frustrated at me bc ur so right and shes been telling me to block her the whole time 😭#anyway yeah it is over

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Ieyasu Beauty 🥺

for @ikemenlover

Ah Ieyasu. I think he may be my favorite grump. So tender on the inside, so prickly on the outside! Approx 800 words of love at first sight! 1K Follower Celebration Ikesen Edition!

Ieyasu made his way to the war council. His jaw was set, his shoulders tense. War was certain after the cowardly attempt on Nobunaga’s life. This meeting would only direct their aggression, point it at the enemy of the Oda, whoever it was that dared stand in the way of unification.

He stepped into the chamber, and stopped. There was a woman at the council. Her eyes fell on him and he could not move. They were such kind eyes. Her lips curved in a smile that had never known violence or pain. Ieyasu was entranced. She was so beautiful, so innocent, that it hurt him to see her here.

A woman like this was meant to be held in a tower, safe and separate from the world. Where her lover could run his fingers through the silken strands of her hair, which hung even now temptingly down her back, beckoning his touch. A place where only the sun and his hands could caress her tender skin with the gentlest of touches. His fingers ached to stroke the softness of her cheek.

Ieyasu did not believe in love at first sight, even when it tugged at his heart. “What is she doing here?” His brusque voice was a shield against her soft gaze.

“This is my luck charm. She pulled me from the fires at Honno-ji.” Nobunaga’s reply made no sense to Ieyasu.

This delicate creature pulled him from the flames? He could not imagine it. Ieysasu scowled at her, hoping she would look away. That her sweet smile would fall from her lips and leave in its place a common expression. Greed or malice or injured pride.

She ducked her head a moment as if embarrassed by the introduction. “I didn’t do anything special. And I’m not sure why I’m here either.”

Her voice, when she spoke, sent a shiver down Ieyasu’s spine. It was a divine sound, her strange accent lent a music to her speech. He wanted to hear her say more. He wanted to never hear her speak again. “Then leave,” he told the woman with a glare.

She laughed, and he felt his heart leap.

Ieyasu sat and tried to ignore her. As easy to ignore the light of the rising sun. The rush of the tide. He could barely follow the conversation around the table. His gaze was drawn to her, his ears strained to hear her, his heart thudded against his ribs at her nearness.

Her beauty was a distraction. He promised himself to avoid her after this. There were things he had yet to do, and he could not afford any interference. This would be the only time he saw her, this first and last moment. He drank in the sight of her, allowing himself this one weakness only because he would never allow it again.

“I give the protection of my lucky charm to you, Ieyasu.” Nobunaga’s voice pulled him from his contemplation.

“What?”

Masamune snorted while Hideyoshi looked offended on the Oda’s behalf.

Nobunaga smiled, imperious and regal as always. “You will keep her safe for me. Keep her occupied. Keep her happy. And bring her to me when I have need of her.”

A pure sort of rage over took the beauty’s expression, like the wrath of heaven. “I’m not some object you can hand over to just anyone! You can’t just send me off like that without even asking what I want!”

Ieyasu had his own reasons for arguing against such an arrangement. “Surely someone else is better suited. I don’t have time to babysit.”

Nobunaga was unmoved by their complaints. “You have your orders. You will obey.”

The beauty blinked in surprise, as if she’d believed her entreaties would find purchase. Such naivete. It struck Ieyasu as almost child-like. It brought to his mind his own childish beliefs, now long-shattered.

He struggled with himself for a breath. He wanted her close; he couldn’t be near her. He had to obey his lord; he rebelled against the casual, senseless command. In the end, Ieyasu yielded to the reality of his situation. His lord commanded this, and so it would be. He ignored the way his pulse sped at the thought of her in his home.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” she told him as they left the war council together. Her hand lay on his arm, her light touch made his skin prickle with awareness.

“Don’t apologize,” he snapped.

The look of hurt that crossed her face wounded him. “Alright. I just . . . you don’t seem to like me much. I know you don’t want to look after me so . . . I just wanted to say I’ll do my best not to burden you.”

“You can’t help but be burdensome.” He watched her from the corner of his eye, heartbeat roaring in his ears. Her beauty hurt him. An unexpected pain, one he felt would heal at a touch, a smile from her. But he couldn’t allow it. Would not.

Ieyasu promised himself that he would brook no distraction, no weakness. No matter how lonely the path, he would reach his goals. Strength. Power. No one would ever hurt him again. And that meant he would never open his heart, not even to this girl with her gentle smile and her kind eyes.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen ieyasu #ieyasu tokugawa #cybird otome #otome #otome guys #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #follower celebration

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Somewhere Else

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Word Count: ~4730 (I haven't written TNA in a loooong time... I had a lot to say)

Song Inspo: "Paris" by Taylor Swift

Summary: Brynn (MC) reminisces about her whirlwind of a wedding day that was filled with jitters and professions of love.

Warning: a little language; fluff; bits of angst

AN: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday's the Luck of the Draw! I'm not exactly a Swiftie, but this was so much fun, gleaning inspo from a song I otherwise would never have known! Thank you to whoever sent it, and to my amazing counter-part @sfb123 (who... I don't know if y'all know this, but she has been running MMM for most--if not all--of 2023): thank you for hosting this event, sister! You did a GREAT job!

A/N 2: These characters, some of the plot and even some of the dialogue belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Not truly preread or beta'd, so please excuse my errors!

~🖤~

Present

"... tonight on ET, we have the wedding exclusive of billionaire bachelor Samuel Dalton and his nanny-turned-fiancée Brynn Schuyler–"

The glow of the screen flickers to black before hosting a new picture.

"... I'm here with the groom's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mason Dalton. Seeing your son at the altar like that, tell us –"

The soft click of a button changes to another channel.

"...the two are pictured here before they scurried off to an undisclosed location, some believe they are still here in Mexico–"

He turns off the television before tossing the remote onto the coffee table in our suite. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, running an anxious hand through his thick, chestnut waves. No doubt, he's staring at dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts.

I don't know if it was the turning of the bathroom doorknob, or if he could hear my nervous, labored breathing, but he abruptly stops, dropping his phone as he fixes his hungry gaze to me. A crooked smile forms as he devours me with his dark eyes, the flecks of copper reflecting in the candlelight.

Butterflies evade my belly as I stand before him, wearing nothing but the white shirt from his tux. I fidget with the cuffs of the long sleeves as they keep falling past my hands. I can feel him watching my body, an innocent awe etching across his face.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt." I blush, averting my eyes as the oversized cotton material slouches off of my sunkissed shoulder, exposing my bare skin. "I don't exactly have anything else–"

"It's perfect," he croons softly. He stalks closer to me, his hands finding mine. "You really think I wanted to see you a moment longer in that dress?" He chuckles, the warmth in his tone exhilarating my senses.

We fall into a comfortable silence, our eyes locked on one another.

We're finally here.

Him. And me. Forever.

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Earlier that day

“...So as I look to our… to our–” I pause from my neurotic pacing, glancing down at my notes before quickly darting my eyes away once again. I wrote my wedding vows weeks ago, and had no problem memorizing them. But something about today… something is freaking me out.

“So as I look to our future, I vow to… I vow to, um… Damnit!” I hold up my vows again, but with my clumsy, nervous fingers, I accidentally drop the index cards. “Shit! Shit!” I try to catch them as each one floats into various directions all over the floor, some of them finding their way underneath the furniture of my bridal dressing room suite. With a heavy sigh, I crawl on my knees, attempting to reach the ones that fell under the coffee table.

“Happy wedding day–!”

I jump. The sudden chirp of my best friend's voice causes the back of my skull to meet the glass table with an abrupt thud followed by a tearful groan. "Ow!" I fall forward, my face finding the ornate rug as my fingers shield my now-aching head.

"Brynn!" Jenny panics, seeing my body now splayed on the floor. Aditya helps me up, assisting me to a nearby chaise lounge. Marisol fills a tea towel with ice before applying it to the back of my head with care. Jenny plops down next to me, biting her nail in worry. "What were you doing down there?"

I force a cordial smile, holding up a single note card. "Vows," I mutter, the small gesture making me wince from the surge of pain.

"Ahh! Your vows!" Jenny squeals at a higher decibel than normal. "You're finally a blushing bride! Can you believe it?"

"I… I can't believe it." My eyes widen in shock. I'm trying to match my best friend's enthusiasm, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm missing the bride gene. You know; the one that makes you giggle like a schoolgirl at even the dumbest jokes and cry happy, pretty tears at everything bridal.

Me? I think I'm about to hurl.

Jenny grabs my hand, admiring my engagement ring yet again. I blame her pregnancy hormones, and her desire to be locked down with someone. No doubt, she'd prefer Aditya, but at this point, I think she'll take anyone.

"Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton," Jenny singsongs, letting go of my fingers. She clasps her hands dreamily with a far-off daze in her bronze eyes.

I stare back down at the heavy rock on my finger, my arm growing fatigue under its weight. The glint from the sun catches the cut diamond just right, casting blinding fractals in my eyes. I hiss from the abrupt intrusion of bright light to my vision.

Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton, I repeat to myself. "I'm… I'm getting married," I state matter-of-factly as a catch my reflection in the floor-length mirror. "I'm… getting…" my voice becomes softer, more hoarse as I stand to look closer at myself. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton…" I can't seem to catch my breath as I watch my bridal party pop open a bottle of chilled champagne–and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. My voice grows louder, anxious. And terrified. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton… today!"

"Yes!" Jenny celebrates passing me a flute, "isn't this awesome?" She cheers with my glass before I watch the others lift their drinks in my honor. And everyone seems to freeze, staring at me to say something.

Truth is… I have no words. Oh God, what is happening?

"It's… awesome," I choke out, hoping my bright smile will convince them. And convince me. I quickly down the entire glass.

“I’m so excited for you and Sam," Jenny continues to gloat.

"Me and Sam." I take a deep cleansing breath. Right. Eye on the prize, Brynn. Me and Sam. It's just you and Sam. It's just you… and…

“So how’re you holding up?" Marisol takes a seat on a couch, crossing her legs nonchalantly. "I remember I was an absolute wreck at my wedding. Any pre-wedding jitters?”

Jenny chuckles, waving her hand in the air as if the mention of nerves is preposterous. "Jitters? This gal has been dreaming about this day since she met the hottie."

Aditya snickers. He saunters up close to Jenny, wrapping his arms around her waist before taking a sip of his bubbly drink.

I glance around the room, everyone's attention stuck on me. Damnit, I know I'm the bride and today is about me. But does everyone have to be staring at me like that, like I've given them a new hope in love, that love does conquer all, that Sam and I are their new favorite fairy tale?

"Right, Brynn?" Jenny prompts when I stay silent, nodding her head.

“I… feel like I’ve never been more ready for anything." I take a deep cleansing breath before curling my lips into a bright grin. "No jitters. No doubts.”

Jenny claps her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Then let’s get you to the altar–starting with your dress!”

The dress… my wedding dress… right…

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Present

My cell phone rings, the chime breaking us both from the haze of the day. I had put it on Do Not Disturb when we left the ceremony, save for a few numbers. I had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

And I don't care.

He smirks, nodding over his shoulder. "You gonna get that?"

I step forward, sliding my hands up the firm planes of his chest until I intertwine my fingers behind his neck. I shake my head. "Nothing could be more important than being here with you, being us."

Slipping his arms around my waist, he tenderly presses his forehead to mine. He nuzzles his nose flesh to my skin, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. His mouth is a breath away from discovering my own… when my phone rings again.

He smirks, chuckling at the annoyance and slightly pulling away.

"Damnit," I mutter.

He kisses my temple. "Go ahead," he encourages, "it'll be like ripping off a band-aid." He teasingly spanks my ass. "And then I'll kiss it and make it better."

“Promise?” I snicker, enjoying his hands on me, but reality quickly sets in. My eyes flutter close as my heart begins to pound like a drum in my chest. Just face the music…

I walk over to grab my phone, peering at the screen. I cinch my eyes closed again before swiping to answer the call.

"Hey–"

"Oh, thank God!" Jenny shouts through my speaker. "When you weren't answering, I just assumed the worst–"

"Jenny, I–"

"You guys just left," she nervously titters, "no goodbyes or anything. We went to your room, and–"

"Listen, I can't stay long. But everything is okay. Better, actually. And we're safe. We found another place to stay... You know? Get away from the chaos and the press." I chew on the inside of my mouth. "Can you… tell Moma that?"

"Yeah, of course, but Brynny… are you–"

"Jenny, stop. I promise, I will tell you everything when we get back from our trip. Okay?" My best friend doesn't respond right away, and I'm not sure if my answers satisfy her genuine curiosity.

"I… I just want to make sure you're happy."

I look at the beautiful man sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. And suddenly, I am overwhelmed with feelings of joy as I see our future play out in front of me. With our kids. The business. With each other. And it all finally seems so perfectly clear.

"Jen," my eyes sting with pricks of tears, "I've never been happier."

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Earlier that day…

"Brynn! Brynn!"

Startled, I spin around to see my favorite boys bounding around the foyer. "Whoa, whoa, you guys–" They crash into my arms as I bend down to catch them. I pepper kisses into their handsome curls, breathing in their scent that always feels like home. Gosh, my boys…

Mickey stands tall with his arms behind his back. “Miss Naya told us to give you this!” He pulls out my bouquet of fresh roses, a bountiful collection of gorgeous creams and soft pale pinks. "Tada!"

My breath hitches, taken aback by how absolutely dreamy everything has turned out. This wedding… it… it's really happening. I take the bouquet, the sweet floral notes dancing around me before I turn to look at two pairs of glittering eyes.

"It's almost as pretty as you, Brynn," Mason pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Just like a princess," Mickey chimes in.

“You two look pretty sharp yourselves,” I wink, adjusting Mason’s bowtie before fixing a wayward curl behind Mickey’s ear. "Do you have the rings like we practiced?"

The twins nod their heads in unison, pulling out the velvet boxes. "I promise we won't drop them," Mickey flashes a worried glance.

"Baby," I cup his freckled cheek, "you're going to do just fine." I place my hand on Mason's shoulder. "Both of you."

"Do we have to call you 'Mom' after you marry Dad?" Mason innocently questions.

Mom. The word hits like a brick in the pit of my stomach. I'm going to be someone's mother… not just one person, but I'm going to be a mother of two…

And this is no surprise to me. Afterall, Mickey and Mason are the entire reason I even met this family. I've only known the Daltons for less than a year, and yet, I have been one of the only mother figures in their young lives. When I agreed to marry Sam, it was a package deal.

God, I love them so much. They have given me so much joy, even on days I didn't think I was going to make it. Between the incessant fights and the scandals, these two precious boys have seen me and loved me for me. They were my family long before… well, long before Sam and me…

I can't imagine living a day without a joke or a prank from those two… but being their actual mother? Making sure these two boys grow into successful men?

"Well?" Mickey prompts for an answer to his brother's question.

I pull them both into a tight hug. "You two can call me whatever you want. The most important thing you need to know is I will always be here for you two."

"And Dad," Mickey teases, grinning.

"Right, Brynn?" Mason tugs on my elbow.

"Miss Schuyler," a deep, familiar voice resonates through the waiting area, tearing me from my conversation with the boys. "You are absolutely ravishing, my dear."

"Oh, Mr. Carter, you old dog," I blush as the tall, older gentleman dressed in a neatly pressed tux approaches us. I embrace him tightly as he gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Well, let me take a look at you," he gleefully laughs, taking me by the hand. He twirls me in a circle, the skirt of my dress flouncing out like a dream. Carter playfully whistles. "Enchanting," he grins, his gray eyes twinkling as his voice grows softer. "You remind me so much of my Evelyn on our wedding day."

My eyes glisten at the mention of his wife. Unfortunately, she couldn't be with us today. Carter says that she has her 'good days and bad days,' I sense the latter outweighs the former, but still the way he speaks of his wife of forty years is precious, the envy of my dreams and future.

I offer him a kind smile, trying to blink back the tears, but I can feel my face begin to flush.

Suddenly, the gentle crescendo of music coming from the chapel notifies us that it's time for the ceremony to start. Carter and I give the boys one more glance, reminding them to walk slowly and to smile. Mickey and Mason hear their cue, and just like we rehearsed, they begin their trek to the altar.

And now... I'm next.

Carter begins to leave to sneak back into his seat, but I grab him by his arm. I start to fidget with the boutonnière on his lapels. "Mr. Carter, I… I… did you maybe… I don't know–"

He takes my hands in his, calming my trembling fingers. "Miss Schuyler, take a deep breath."

I follow his directions, taking a deep gulp of air. "Jitters, right?" I exhale, fanning myself with my hand. "Perfectly normal, right?"

Carter kindly nods, guiding me slowly to the entrance. "When you step in there, find Mr. Dalton's eyes, and you stay focused on them. That's what helped on our wedding day."

"So you were nervous, too?" I glance down the aisle, noticing the twins are halfway to their spots. I quickly step back, my eyes fluttering closed. "And that helped you?"

He curls his lips endearingly. "It helped Evelyn."

"Really?" My eyes widen. "How?

He smirks as he recalls the memory. "We came from different families, you know? And because of that, she was terrified on what was supposed to be the best day of our lives. Seeking the approval of her parents, her family, even some of her friends… It was a lot of pressure on her."

"Gosh, that must've been hard."

"It was," he nods, "but, she said that on that day, she found my eyes… and they said everything that she needed to know."

My heart swoons at the thought. "She saw the love in your eyes?"

Carter coyly shakes his head. He must see my confusion because he gives a deep, hearty laugh. "You are a treasure, Miss Schuyler, just like my Evelyn. A man that loves you will look at you as such, not with greed over what he's getting… but with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked, completely devastated without you."

An overwhelming sense of calm washes over me.

Find his eyes…

You are a treasure…

He sees how much he has to lose…

I squeeze Carter's hands, pulling him into one last embrace. "Thank you so much," my voice hitches.

He nods affectionately. "You feel ready?" He helps me adjust my veil.

"Almost." I bite my lip, stifling a mischievous grin. "Mr. Carter, do you mind… walking me down the aisle?"

The most handsome smile sweeps across his face as he buttons the jacket of his tux. With his eyes glittering down at me, he offers me his arm. "It would be my honor."

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Present

"Is everyone freaking out?" He chuckles, extending his arm for me to take his hand.

I end the call, tossing my phone across the room. "I… don't care," I snicker. "Probably." Slipping my fingers into his palm, he pulls me to his side, my body crashing into him. We both tumble back onto the bed, our grunts turning into boisterous laughter, filling our room.

As our bellies begin to ache and we quiet down, I roll off of him, laying down next to him. We stare at the ceiling, falling into a comfortable silence… that is until I notice him pointing at the textured surface above us.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckles. "When I was little, I used to dream of traveling the world. I tried using my grandpa's old world atlas to map out the perfect trip, and…" He titters, shaking his head with embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"No," I roll onto my side, resting my hand on his chest. "I love it–I love this." I kiss his shoulder. "Keep going."

He rests his hand on mine, softly drawing circles with his thumb. "We had old popcorn ceilings," he chuckles, "kinda like this textured stuff, and so… I'd imagine it was my own world map. And at night, I would plan my–" he deepens his voice like the narrator of a movie trailer, "--international escape."

"Ooooo, show me, James Bond."

I start to giggle as he takes my hand in the air with his, his fingers curling around mine to extend my pointer finger. "Well, over here is us right now in Puerto Vallarta… and…" he moves our hands together, "up here is New York." He starts to blush, shrugging his shoulders.

"How about–" I guide our fingers to another spot, "--London?"

He chuckles. "I'll pack my knickers," he jokes in a British accent.

"And then Paris," I move our hands again.

"Oui oui, mon chéri," he jokes in his poor attempt to sound French, making me bust out into more titters. He guides us once more. "How about Venice?" He points to another area on the ceiling, his voice growing softer. "Or Athens? Or Bali? Hong Kong?"

I brush my nose against his stubbled cheek, whispering in his ear. "And then where?"

He turns towards me, the warmth of his chocolate gaze fluttering to my hungry lips as he places my hand back on his chest. "To the moon and stars?" The air around us begins to crackle, the electricity igniting our nerves as I feel my heart begin to race. I bite my lip, feeling a rosy swirl dance across my cheeks. "Anywhere. Somewhere else. With you."

I can feel his heartbeat thrum hard against my fingertips, the excitement feeding my desire for him.

I love him.

His large hand intimately caresses mine… but then he stops, looking down at my fingers. Feeling the abrupt disconnect, I follow his gaze and quickly notice he's fidgeting with something.

My ring.

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Earlier that day…

I thought I knew what I wanted for my wedding day, but in this very moment as Pachelbel's Canon in D romantically announces my arrival, I am overcome with so much emotion as I look around the room. This is everything I ever wanted: to be surrounded by love. My breath shutters as I try to blink away my tears. This… this is absolutely perfect.

Carter pats my hand gripping tightly to his arm as he walks me graciously down the aisle. "There he is," he whispers to me, "look at him."

Sam. He's as handsome as ever in his gray suit and petal pink tie. His eyes twinkle, roaming my body as I draw closer to the altar. He offers me that charming Dalton smile, and everything seems to fade away.

It's just you and me, baby… Finally… after everything you put me through– I mean--that we've gone through…

I can do this... I can do this... I can–

Without warning, Sam gradually turns towards his groomsmen. One of his old fraternity brother's has made some kind of comment, causing some of them to crack up. During my procession.

Sam seems to be responding to the joke or comment. He subtly leans over, but after a few seconds, some of the men snicker, covering their faces and Sam chuckles into his fist, feigning a coughing fit.

It's fine, I tell myself.

Getting himself under control, Sam looks back to me with a mischievous glint in his eye before winking at me.

It was just a joke– an inside joke perhaps. Probably to help with his own nerves. It--it's fine. Everything is fine.

Just… stay with me, Sam. Please stay. I need to see your–

The twins lean up against their dad as he rests his hands on their shoulders. Together, they all watch me with doting glances… that is until one of the velvet boxes accidentally falls out of Mickey’s pocket. In a panic, he bends over to grab the small package, carelessly backing into his brother Mason, knocking off his glasses.

Giving me a crooked smile and shrugging his shoulders, Sam takes a knee to help the boys out, causing endearing chuckles from the audience.

Those two rascals…

I begin to admire my little mess of a family-to-be… until the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My pulse, without explanation, begins to race as a bead of sweat courses down the slope of my back.

Something doesn't feel right.

I can't help, but feel… as crazy as it sounds, like there's another pair of eyes on me. Of course, I realize I have over two-hundred guests watching me as I finish my march down the aisle, but this? This isn't the same. This stare… it's different. It's piercing, and intimate. And I feel… seen. Exposed. Preyed.

Looking behind Sam's crouched physique, a pair of deep, chestnut eyes feast on my every move. But rather than being filled with adoration or even his typical lust, there's a hint of sadness in them, as if they're watching a funeral procession rather than a wedding.

And for the first time today, my heart flutters as a fire kindles in my belly.

I make it to the altar, Carter placing my petite hand in my groom's grasp. I can feel the desire in Sam's eyes wandering across my body. He gives my fingers a squeeze, giving me another adoring wink… but I can't stop looking at him.

Focus, Brynn. Just focus…

Naya gives us a cordial smile before taking the microphone to begin. "Dearly beloved friends and family, we've gathered here today…"

It's no use. I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as the room begins to spin. Is it getting hot in here? Or are there just too many people?

As Naya continues, I look back to those haunting eyes, that look of betrayal, that look of devastation… and Carter's words begin to replay in my mind. 'A man that loves you will look at you… with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked… without you."

Oh my God… I never noticed this before but… he loves me.

"... speak now," Naya bellows, "or... forever hold your–"

"Wait!" Fuck! What did I just do? The entire congregation starts to quietly murmur amongst one another. Sam clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowing as he adjusts his collar. "I–I'm sorry to interrupt, but… I just… I have a question, and I…" I sigh. "I can't do this–I can't get married unless… I need the answer."

A hush falls over the room, concerned looks are glued on me.

I should just shut up, and go along with this. Isn't that what I've been doing for the past several months anyway with the promise of a happily ever after? Does fairy tale magically happen after we say, 'I do?'

No. In my heart, I know this is the right thing to do. For me.

"Robin?" More whispers erupt behind me as Sam turns back to look at his best man, a pained confusion etching on his handsome features. "Several weeks ago, we pretended to be the wait staff in a restaurant… to, uh… witness a date." Sam raises an eyebrow, looking between Robin and me. "I asked you a question at the beginning of the night. Do you… do you remember my question?"

Robin coyly pushes his fists into his slacks, nodding his head. He exhales heavily, his nose rosy pink with unshed emotion.

My vision blurs as hot streams pour down my cheeks, but my attention doesn't leave Robin. "You… you answered, 'Sure. Sometimes…'" A lump forms in my throat, my timbre growing hoarse. "Tell me, Robin… if I asked you that same question right now, what–what would your answer be?" I choke out a sob, wiping my face with the back of my hands.

He just stares at me. Lost. Dumbfounded. Embarrassed.

I know this wasn't exactly the most opportune time to talk about this, but I also knew this would be our last time to talk about it. Damnit, maybe I was wrong. Carter was wrong. My jitters and my awful gut feeling… wrong.

I look at Sam, his jaw ticking in anger. And he has every right to be. I've made a fool of him, of us.

But I could've sworn I saw something…

"Sorry, everyone," Sam kindly addresses the audience, "we have a case of the wedding day jitters." He fakes a bright smile, the crowd tittering and cooing. At me. Like I'm a joke. Again. Sam takes my hand, but he refuses to even look at me now.

Will he ever take me seriously? I... I don't want to get married like this.

Sam clears his throat, nodding to Naya to continue. "Let's try this again," she chuckles, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of–"

"I lied," Robin blurts out, inviting the chaos to continue amongst the guests. He steps forward, pushing himself in front of Sam. "Brynn, you asked me if I ever thought about us–" Gasps and whispers crescendo in the room as Robin takes my hands into his. "And I told you… what I thought you wanted to hear. I mean, for Christ's sake, you swore you were in love with..." The corner of his mouth curls, his eyes bearing it all before me. "I knew better," he mumbles, falling into nervous titters, squeezing tightly to my fingers. "The truth is… Brynn Schuyler... Hell, of course, I think about us. All of the time. I dream of you as my bride. As my wife. As the mother to my children… I've never stopped thinking about us since the moment I first met you–"

Screams erupt as family members and friends jump to their feet. Naya attempts to holler through her microphone to restore order, but it's too late. Our guests that have come to attend a beautiful, romantic wedding have turned into an ugly, angry mob.

I get lost in the shuffle, unable to recognize anyone around me. My name is being screamed in several directions by several different voices, but it's no use. Terrified, I glance around, looking for a way to safety as everything crumbles around me.

Suddenly, a large hand grabs mine, pulling me through the vocal crowd. As we finally make it to the back of the sanctuary, his lips graze my ear. "Do you trust me?"

A rush of exhilaration floods my veins as my natural smile returns. Are you kidding me? With all my heart.

I nod.

"Don't look back, baby," he chuckles, tucking my arm under his. "Run!"

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Present

"Do you mind, Miss Schuyler?" He smirks, grabbing my engagement ring on my hand.

I roll my lips, trying to hide my smile as I tilt my head side-to-side. "Not at all, Mr. Flores. Please."

Robin slips the jewelry off of my finger before pressing his lips to my now bare knuckle. It was so simple, yet the gesture so intimate; I was finally free.

This man…

Pulling me into his arms, he tosses the ring over his shoulder, an abrupt clink hitting the wall. With his handsome crooked smile, he leans towards me. "Don't worry," he chuckles, "I made him buy the insurance."

"Robin!" I squeal before our mouths meet in a tender kiss.

"What?" He pulls back, cupping my cheek. "I had a feeling."

"A feeling?" I snicker, raising an eyebrow. "That it wasn't going to work out?"

"Ehh, more .." He brushes his thumb across my lips, a serious expression growing across his face. "That you were the one. For me."

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