#if you haven’t read that go do it now because it’s absolutely amazing

[peakotp]

Felice is a very good cook and an even better friend.

(Snapshot 4 from a post-finale alternate universe in which Wilhelm never got out of the car. Today's prompt from @youngroyals-events : cooking/baking.)

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“Shouldn’t these be… foaming up or something?” Wilhelm has never whipped egg whites before, but he’s watched cooking shows and he’s sure it shouldn’t take this long.

Felice walks over to take a look.

“You made sure the bowl was totally clean?”

Wilhelm nods.

“And the beaters too?”

“I used the ones you handed me.”

“Right, so those aren’t the problem. And you didn’t get any yolk in there, did you?”

“I separated the eggs like you told me.”

Felice peers into the bowl holding the leftover yolks.

“A bunch of these are broken, Wille. Did they break when you were separating the eggs?”

“Maybe a couple, but hardly any got into the whites.”

Felice sighs. “Does hardly any mean some? Because any yolk in there fucks up the whites.”

Wilhelm grimaces. “You didn’t tell me that!”

Felice examines the whites again. “Yeah, these are trash. Start over and try not to Hulk smash the eggs this time. Zero yolks — zero. And wash the bowl and beaters first or the traces will get you.”

Wilhelm’s second attempt at whipping egg whites is more successful, and he watches as Felice deftly folds them into the chocolate mixture.

“And now we get to eat it?

“No, now it goes in the refrigerator for two hours.”

“Two hours?”

“Stop pouting, Wilhelm. And we’re not done, anyway. We still need to make the cookies.”

Wilhelm knows better than to protest. Felice is scary in the kitchen, and she puts up with a lot from him. Being her sous-chef whenever she gets the urge to bake hardly puts a dent in what he owes her.

At least the cookie recipe turns out to be simpler. Or, maybe Felice wisely assigns him only simple tasks this time.

“What are these, anyway?”

“Alfajores.”

Felice must see the question in his eyes. “Yes, Sara sent me the recipe.”

Felice and Sara keeping in touch isn’t news, it’s just an awkward subject. It’s hard to ask how Sara’s doing without also asking how Simon’s doing, and it’s hard to ask how Simon’s doing without thinking about Simon, and thinking about Simon… Well, if the point of today was to restore some balance to their friendship, round five thousand of blubbering to Felice about Simon isn’t going to help. Except Wilhelm really does want to ask, because Felice is his only option for Simon updates. They haven’t spoken since leaving Hillerska and both Erikssons remain gone from social media. Or maybe Sara isn’t gone but she’s blocked him like Ayub and Rosh did; Wilhelm is too embarrassed to check. Wilhelm wouldn’t even have confirmation the Erikssons have left Bjarstad if not for Felice.

“I… didn’t know she baked.” A safe enough response.

“She doesn’t, it’s her grandmother’s recipe. Linda made them when I visited and they’re amazing.”

Felice’s summer adventures with Sara are another awkward subject. Wilhelm’s never asked whether Simon tagged along for any of their roadtrips, and whether he and Felice ever discussed the breakup. Whether he and Felice keep in touch and she just doesn’t mention it to spare his feelings.

“Wille, just ask,” Felice sighs, accurately interpreting his silence.

“I just… I don’t even know what to ask. Have you talked to him?”

“Not since I was there. But I have asked Sara about him. He’s doing fine, Wille. She says they both like their new school.”

“The press is leaving him alone?”

“According to Sara, yes.”

“And the students at their new school aren’t… being weird to him?”

“I don’t really know. Sara hasn’t mentioned anything. Do you want me to ask?”

Wilhelm shrugs uneasily, nodding finally. There isn’t anything he could do about it, but he thinks he’d still rather know.

“You could ask him, you know.”

“No, I can’t.”

Wilhelm and Felice have gone round and round that debate. It’s one of the rare times he thinks she just doesn’t understand. He cannot talk to Simon because he has absolutely nothing new to say to Simon. Everything he felt that June morning, he feels now. If it wasn’t enough then, it won’t be enough now. They said their goodbyes and he needs to leave it at that.

“Fine. I’ll see what I can find out from Sara. Now, can I trust you with a rolling pin?”

Felice is a very good cook and an even better friend.

Note: My plans for yesterday’s prompt wouldn’t cooperate, so I skipped. And then this one flowed, so I went with it. Learning not to fuck up egg whites is a canon event all aspiring cooks must experience. And “Stop pouting, Wilhelm” was a joy to write.

#willemonth2024 #young royals #wilmon #yr ficlet #crown prince wilhelm #felice ehrencrona

[wannabeschyulersister]

lovelorn and nobody knows

Sometimes it felt like you had the words “I’m in love with my boss” written on your forehead in big capital letters.

As much as you tried to hide it, you couldn’t help but marvel at him. He was truly amazing at his craft and seeing him so passionate made you want to do it as well.

There were times that he acted a little like a jerk but he’d redeemed himself recently. Thanks to Sydney.

And to Claire.

You were surprised when you learned he was seeing someone. He brought Claire around when the restaurant was practically falling apart. It was such a weird moment. You physically could feel the awkwardness in the air.

She seemed really nice but part of you still disliked her just because she could call Carmy hers.

You avoided being around them as much as possible. It hurt just looking at the way he smiled at her.

Every part of your being wished that were you.

You wished you were the one he confided in after a long day at the Bear. You wished that you were the one he walked around the city with hand in hand. You wished you were the one that had his heart.

You felt like a lovesick fool.

Instead of subjecting yourself to seeing the happy couple, you started to back out of any group activities unless it was absolutely necessary.

The group would often go and get drinks at a nearby bar at least once a week. You stopped going as soon as you heard Claire was a regular now. People would ask if you were going and you always had a lie ready to go.

As much as you loved working at The Bear, you knew that it would probably be best if you removed yourself from the situation. It hurt every time you had to be around Carmen and Claire. You didn’t want to constantly put yourself in heartache.

There was a popular Italian restaurant across town that needed a sous. You had a friend of a friend that recommended you. It was the fresh start that you needed.

When you got the job, it was bittersweet. You should’ve been happier than you were.

So, you drafted up a letter of resignation, took a deep breath, and walked into Carmen’s office after closing. He was busy looking at an invoice when you knocked softly on the doorframe to make yourself known.

He looked at you and smiled a little, “Hey, stranger. We missed you last night.”

“Yeah, sorry I missed it. I uh- have something to give you.” You wanted to get this part over with.

“Yeah? What’s that?” He reached over and grabbed the letter that you handed him. You hoped he didn’t notice the slight shakiness of your hand.

You didn’t answer him because you didn’t trust your voice in that moment. Carmen quickly read through your letter and you watched the expression change on his face.

“What the hell is this? You’re leavin’?” Carmen stood up from his seat and placed your letter down.

“I got a job opportunity that I couldn’t say no too. I’m sorry that this puts you in a situation where you are short staffed but I’m giving you a two weeks notice.” You explained to him.

“I don’t understand. You’re happy here, aren’t you? D-did something happen’ that I’m not aware of?” Carmen questioned.

Yeah, you fell in love with someone else.

You shook your head, “No, nothing happened. I just think I’m ready for a new challenge.”

Carmen didn’t look like he bought your lie. “(Y/n), you don’t think that I’ve noticed that you’re distant and-and you haven’t been coming out with all of us?”

Shit.

You’d hoped that maybe he was so busy with Claire that he hadn’t noticed you slipping away from the group at all.

“I’ve just been busy with other things.” You lied again.

“What’s going on?” He questioned.

“Nothing is going on, Carmen.”

He crossed his arms against his chest and it took everything in you not to stare and drool. Even when you tried to be strong, his biceps made you feel weak.

“I don’t believe you.” He stated.

“That’s fine. I just wanted to do the respectable thing and give you an adequate notice.”

Carmen stared at you and it made you feel like he could read your mind. Like he knew the exact reason on why you were leaving.

“I don’t want you to leave, (Y/n). I think you’re amazing and- and you have a bright future in this industry. I think it’s a mistake.”

Your chest ached at his kind words. “I’m just ready for something new.”

He sighed and looked away from you as someone knocked on the door. You turned and saw Claire holding a takeout bag, “Thought I’d surprise you with dinner.”

“Now isn’t a good time, Claire.” Carmen told her.

She looked disappointed, “Am I interrupting something?”

You quickly shook your head, “No, the conversation is over. Have a good night.”

“(Y/n), wait!” Carmen called out to you but you left his office without another look back.

Even thought it killed you to walk away from him, you had to put yourself first.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x (y/n) #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto #the bear x reader #the bear imagine #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto

[sunnitheapollokid]

🎙️🌸┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄, 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 ‘𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑!

↳ hoo boys x popstar princess headcanons <3

characters in this thread : percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace, frank zhang. ೃ࿔₊•

☀️ sunni’s notes : THIS IDEA HAS BEEN ENGRAVED IN MY MIND FOR FOREVA! and i finally get to write about it because my writer’s block is slowly goin’ away 🫶 (barely) i haven’t checked my notifs because i’m tryna do a semi-break right now!! but i wanted to post something for y’all >0< ANYWAYYY obvi it’s sabrina inspired because i love her i’m a true carpenter amen amen. GO STREAM ESPRESSO. happy reading bebis!! sunkisses, — sunni!

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ your biggest supporter!!!

୨୧ has all your merch. the cap? yeah, he’s got it. the shirt. got it. the stickers? jacket? don’t even need to ask him, he’s got it.

୨୧ obviously adores your singing voice, he makes you sing every chance he gets.

୨୧ percy knows how to play the guitar, both electric and acoustic so he usually makes appearances during your shows.

୨୧ YOUR FANBASE LOVES HIM?? like sometimes it seems like they love him more than you do.

୨୧ so many edits, like CRAZY amount of ship edits.

୨୧ he likes to take a peek on what your outfits look like, but you tell him it has to be a surprise!!

୨୧ if you succeed in hiding your fits, his jaw is dropped at the first sight of you on stage.

୨୧ knows all of your songs, plays them in the car, even when you tell him not to.

୨୧ “WHAT’S THIS?? ESPRESSO?? BY WHAT?? WHO’S THIS SINGER?”

୨୧ “oh shut it.”

୨୧ his favorite color’s blue, so sometimes you wear blue accessories on stage.

୨୧ almost signifying that you’re bringing a part of him on stage.

୨୧ you wear blue bows, bracelets, maybe a few rings.

୨୧ percy absolutely melts when you do, because he knows exactly that you’re thinking of him.

୨୧ you even have a seperate blue mic just for him.

୨୧ during tours, he gets busy with college so he can’t really come to every show, but he tries to watch it live even during lessons.

୨୧ “mr. jackson, if you don’t tuck your phone away i’ll make it a point to fail you.”

୨୧ “just mad you don’t have a popstar as a girlfriend.”

୨୧ “what was that?” — “nothing!”

୨୧ and he picks you up from the airport whenever you come back, every. single. time.

୨୧ co-wrote some songs with you, but likes to have you take the credit since you’re the singer anyway.

୨୧ songs include : “miss america & the heartbreak prince.” — “snooze.” — “somebody to you.” — “the only exception.” — “style.”

𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ calls you ‘princesa’ and ‘mi párajo cantor’ A LOTTT.

୨୧ and it still makes you flush everytime.

୨୧ leo valdez is the type to how do you say this??

୨୧ totally forget that you’re the ‘princess popstar’ sometimes.

୨୧ there was one time you two were on a date,

୨୧ leo watching you eat then he just goes,

୨୧ “.. YOU’RE A POPSTAR!!”

୨୧ and he shakes your shoulders like the world’s gonna end.

୨୧ “leo! leo! amor! quiet down!”

୨୧ always making sure he goes to ALL YOUR SHOWS.

୨୧ if your guitar / or any instrument ever breaks, he’s already there fixing it for you before you could tell him.

୨୧ likes to plan out your outfits, and almost all the time, THEY EAAAT!!

୨୧ “miss popstar princess!! who styled you today??”

୨୧ “oh! my boyfriend!”

୨୧ too, loves your singing voice. or your voice in general, he’s so whipped when he hears you say his name.

୨୧ WHEN HIS NAME IS IN YOUR SONGS??

୨୧ he’s gonna marry you.

୨୧ he has a t-shirt and in black bold letters it just says, “I LOVE MY POPSTAR GF.”

୨୧ the crowd loves seeing leo in the crowd hanging with your fans.

୨୧ he’s not much of a singer, but he’ll dance his heart out amongst your fans.

୨୧ flying kisses, so many flying kisses.

୨୧ he also likes doing your hair, and again, THEY EAAAT!!

୨୧ makes you think of how much of an amazing girl dad he would be.

୨୧ “guys do you see how cute my hair is?! leo did it!!”

୨୧ you give them a lil twirl, and the crowd goes wild.

୨୧ immedietly peppers you with kisses after a show backstage.

୨୧ he makes all your jewelry for you, since he’s good with metal anyhoo.

୨୧ you have a polaroid of you and him stuck to the back of your guitar.

୨୧ he has a polaroid of you on stage on his drum set.

୨୧ oh yeah, did i mention he’s drummer?

୨୧ some songs of yours don’t usually have drums in them, but when they do, you know who to call!!

୨୧ this man is defo sleep deprived.

୨୧ “mami? can you sing me to sleep?”

୨୧ he falls asleep to your voice in a snap, his arms wrapped around your waist like a glove.

୨୧ songs include : “that boy is mine.” — “this love.” — “espresso.” — “ready or not.” — “lover.” — “our song.”

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ jason loves the idea of you being a popstar!! but makes sure to let you know that even if you weren’t, he’d love you regardless.

୨୧ the man doesn’t dance, but he can sing pretty well.

୨୧ you’ll catch a glimpse of him humming and swaying to your songs in the crowd.

୨୧ OMG OMG. jason loves matching with you!!

୨୧ it’s sort of his way of saying ‘i love you and i’m here to support you all the way.’

୨୧ JSVAHGSBA

୨୧ sorry brain buffered there.

୨୧ his favorite outfits of you two were these blue and light purple coordinated oufits.

୨୧ the fans loved it. it was all over.

୨୧ you guys went trending a ton.

୨୧ #(name)andjason or your guys’ ship name on twitter went viral almost more than twenty times in the span of like— three months.

୨୧ jason doesn’t really care about the fame though.

୨୧ he still likes to go on those corny and normal fun dates with his girl.

୨୧ if the paparazzi comes to harass you, he genuinely but gently threatens them to leave you alone.

୨୧ can i just say,

୨୧ A GOD AT PHOTOGRAPHY.

୨୧ he knows all the good angles and poses.

୨୧ he’s your literal pocket camera.

୨୧ why hire a professional photographer when you had a boyfriend who can do it for you???

୨୧ “on your right baby— yeah, then turn there, that looks good.”

୨୧ “here jace? is my hair flat in the back?”

୨୧ “it’s never flat, you look great honey.”

୨୧ i just brain buffered again.

୨୧ OH OH!! jason plays the bass!! i think it would fit!

୨୧ he doesn’t like going on stage though, he’s super shy. and he has a hint of stage-fright on him.

୨୧ he’ll play some songs for you in private though! and you could hear some bass from him in a few of your songs.

୨୧ songs include : “daylight.” — “soulmate.” — “invisible string.” — “slut!” — “beautiful boy.” — “tattoed heart.”

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEARTTT.

୨୧ he’s your breath of fresh air when the fame gets too overwhelming.

୨୧ “hard day sweetie?”

୨୧ he gives you the best hugs when you come back from a shooting, a show, whichever.

୨୧ makes sure to stocks up all your snacks backstage for you.

୨୧ he got you a locket for your anniversary, and you wear it on stage.

୨୧ he smiles to himself everytime he catches a glimpse of it around your neck.

୨୧ what’s inside the locket you may ask??

୨୧ literally just him.

୨୧ and amen to that!

୨୧ just like jason, he likes to reassure you that even without the popstar thing— he loves you. body and soul.

୨୧ spoils you!! 100%!!

୨୧ he knows exactly what you want, your eye is caught by something while shopping, he’s hopping his ass inside that store to get it for you.

୨୧ makes the calls for you when you really can’t take it to go do popstar duties.

୨୧ and he makes sure your day off is the best ever, with snuggles and cocoa kisses.

୨୧ but during shows, he’s actually super chill!!

୨୧ except the part where he sings his heart out to every song, because he defo knows ALL YOUR SONGS.

୨୧ the fans are shocked sometimes, but they love him.

୨୧ he’s so friendly to your fans too!! during meet and greets he makes appearances, and he gives them the biggest hug ever.

୨୧ he also thanks them for supporting you, and it makes your heart melt.

୨୧ when you’re on stage, he makes the half of those finger hearts for you to complete— and of course you complete it!!

୨୧ songs include : “pov.” — “you are in love.” — “urs.” — “bewitched.” — “every summertime.” — “like the movies.”

#— sunni hyperfixates on demi-gods ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭ #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #pjoverse #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #jason grace x reader #frank zhang x reader #percy jackson headcanons #leo valdez headcanons #jason grace headcanons #frank zhang headcanons

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 400!!!

Well then.

Thanks to everyone for all the love and support, genuinely one of the biggest reasons I still continue doing this daily. You all are amazing :)

And thank you for 2.3k!!!

…I don’t really know what else to say at this point lol???? I’ve been doing this so long these milestones are starting to become less and less exciting. /lh

I’ll be honest I was really banking on Silksong being released in 2023 I genuinely wasn’t expecting to make it more than 250 days tbh. But hey, I guess I was joining the delusional crowd with that one lol. I just really hope Silksong releases this year or at least we get a confirmed release date at all???? All this waiting is starting to feel like kingdom hearts 3 all over again

Well anyway, here’s my 100 day checkup I guess:

Burnout has been wavering in and out I think. I’m not putting in effort like I used to during the day 150-250 period of this blog but hey the fact that I’m still dedicating a brain cell to this at all is impressive to me. Generally speaking I’m not a person who likes to commit themselves to something for more than a year unless I absolutely have to. I could literally take a break from this blog whenever I want but it’s been such a consistent part of my daily routine that I just haven’t lol.

I’ve been debating back and forth with myself on whether or not I want to have a couple people helping out with the blog. On one hand it would be really nice to have a helping hand so I could take more consistent breaks but on the other hand I’ve never been good at communication especially because organizing something like that is wayyyy out of my comfort zone. I run my blog a very specific way and I’m often bad at explaining my process to others without something getting misunderstood.

So I’m thinking up a few other ideas as well. Don’t feel like going into specifics because I’m not certain on them at all but if I feel like one works I’ll talk about it more in the future here or on my main blog.

Life has been really busy lately but after a long time I think I might finally have time to dedicate a full day to drawing multiple doodles so I can mass schedule and take a longer break I think. No promises on that but here’s to hoping.

Oh yeah also today’s specific drawing is inspired by Day 174. Also considered a redraw I guess??

That’s all I can think to say right now, so I guess that’s everything, thanks for reading! Here’s to more doodles! :)

#hollow knight #silksong #hk hornet #hollow knight hornet #silksong hornet #hk ghost #the knight #silksongeveryday #hk hollow #ssed asks #hk hollow knight #the hollow knight #hk the hollow knight #hollow knight ghost #hollow knight fanart #hk fanart #ssed

[stanfanfiction]

Taste of You - Ken x female reader - PART SIX

Feelingsss tiimmeee.

Please let me know how you like it!! Thanks as always for reading!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / Ken and Barbie meet in the real world and feeliinnggss happen / fluff / angst / super sweet lovemaking / fingering / p! In v!

For the third day in a row, you and Ken stood in line at the bubble tea shop.

“You know, you could probably apply for a job here. They’d probably give you all the free drinks you want,” you suggested.

Ken’s shuffled a little. “I, uh, maybe? I’ve only had one job before.”

“In Barbieland?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“What was it?”

He placed his hands in his pockets. “It was, uh, Beach.”

“Beach?”

“Yeah.” He smiled sheepishly. “Like, you know how Barbies and Kens have titles?”

“Ooohhhhhh.” You cocked your head. “Just Beach Ken?”

“Basically.”

“What did Beach entail?”

“I just sorta stood there.”

“Just looking good on the beach?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

You smiled. “I could see that.”

“Oh my god, Ken??”

The two of you turned to the voice behind you and you blinked a couple times, taking in the woman who had spoken. Tall, blonde, bright faced, perfect smile.

“Ken! It is you!!”

Ken’s face rushed through a plethora of emotions in a split second before forcing a grin. “Barbie!”

You tried to intake this moment. Barbie, literal Barbie, stood in front of you, glowing with enthusiasm.

“I’m so glad you see you! How long have you been here?” She asked.

“Ah, yeah, like a couple months,” Ken said, hand fumbling with his pocket, trying to put on a cool exterior which only make it more obvious how insecure he was feeling in the moment.

Barbie turned to you. “Hi, I’m Barbara,” she said, “well, Barbie. Formerly, technically.” She stretched out her hand, and you shook it.

You were about to introduce yourself when Ken’s arm slipped around your waist. “This is y/n,” he said. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Of course you are! You are so beautiful!” Barbie’s eyes shone.

“Oh, god thank you - YOU are so beautiful,” you said, slightly overwhelmed by her beauty and the bright energy radiating from her.

“So what are you doing here, Ken?” She asked.

“Like, at the boba tea store?”

“No, here. In the Real world,” she laughed, and he forced a chuckle.

“Oh, just, ya know, needed a change of scenery.” He shrugged, forced nonchalant, and you wanted to ask where on earth this sudden display of insecurity had come from but kept quiet, just watching their interaction happen. “I might work here, uh, someday.” He made a motion to the store around him.

“You’d be so good at that! You absolutely should.”

“And, What, uh, do you do?” he asked.

“Oh, I work at Mattel.”

“You..work at Mattel? The place that…made…you?” You said.

She nodded. “Oh yeah. It’s wild. I get to come up with ideas for new Barbies and Kens.”

“That’s…”

“Bizarre, I know,” she laughed. “But it’s amazing. I’m learning to trust my instincts better here, too! It’s so weird to question everything I think! That’s not something I had to deal with in Barbieland. I go to Ruth a lot to confirm that my ideas are good but she keeps telling me I just have to go with my gut. And it’s so weird sometimes because the building is literally full of men. Like who would have guessed men make decisions about what women want to be?”

You nodded. “I, I mean, yeah, I agree.”

“Ruth seems able to ignore it but -“

“Ruth is?”

“She created Barbie! Her ghost lives at the Mattel headquarters.”

“She…okay…”

“Ken hasn’t told you anything about any of this?”

You turned to Ken. “Not really. He always made the couple times he talked about Barbieland sound so boring.”

“Oh my gosh. Ken would, honestly.” Barbie playfully rolled her eyes.

Ken forced another chuckle. “Ahh, yes, I’ve been focusing on adjusting to here, ya know, the real world. So I haven’t said much…about…”

“Yeah, well now I feel like I’m gonna ask a lot about it because I realize that I have so very many questions,” You said, feeding off of Barbie’s playful vibes, hoping whatever was stressing Ken would fade. It didn’t work.

“Well, if he doesn’t tell you, I will.” Barbie grinned, then nodded towards the counter behind you, seeing you were next in line.

You both ordered and Barbie did too, handing her card to the cashier. “Drinks are on me today!”

You thanked her, still a little intimidated by this woman’s presence and energy, so effortless and flawless and…

“So how long have you two been together?” She asked.

“Almost two months,” Ken said proudly.

“Yeah, we kinda found each other pretty quickly.”

“I love that. I’m so happy you found someone, Ken.” Barbie squeezed his arm and you noticed he flexed his bicep a little, almost like an automatic response.

“And what do you do?” She asked you suddenly.

“I’m a student. I wanna actually become a professor of literature someday.”

“I LOVE that. I’m so behind on reading. Like, 50 years behind?” She laughed again. “You’ll have to give me important book recommendations.” She pulled a hot pink card out of her purse and handed it to you, “Barbara Handler” embossed in pearly white on it along with her job title and phone number. “Text me. Let’s do lunch sometime.”

You nodded, thanking her, and Ken’s eyes kept glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“It is so, so good to see you, Ken. I’m so happy you’re here and doing well. You two are adorable together.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Barbie reached around you to pick up her drink from the counter, popping a straw into it. “So fun running into you guys!! And, Ken, I hope you get to work here. I’ll come see you all the time!”

Ken gave a half nod, half smile, as if trying to decide between the two.

“I was so nice meeting you.” Barbie leaned in for a quick hug. Dear god, how did she smell so good?? “I’d stay to visit but I have to get to work. Bye!!” She waved with that perfect smile and disappeared out of the door.

Ken stared as if dumbfounded at the door as is closed behind her, and you picked up your drinks and nudged his into his hand. The cold cup helped bring him back to the moment and he glanced down, then over at you.

“Hey, what’s going on, Ken?” You asked softly.

He remained quiet for a moment before turning to you. “Can we go to the beach?”

Zoey was more than happy to lend you her car for the day when you asked and soon you and Ken were on your hour-long drive to the beach.

Ken wore a pair of pink and green swim shorts, one of the few outfits he had brought from Barbieland, and you wore a see-through pink coverup over the new pink bikini you had purchased the other day. Usually Ken would be all over you, probably forcing you to find a place to park so he could fuck you in the car, but today he remained quiet, staring ahead. His elbow leaned on the door underneath the window, chin resting on his hand. Twice he reached across to squeeze your hand but otherwise he kept to himself, his usual enthusiastic candor no where to be found.

“What are you wanting to do at the beach, love?” You asked.

“Just…I want to be there. I think I need to.”

“Okay.” You rested your hand on his leg and he laid his hand on top of yours for the remainder of the drive.

You knew of a little area that you used to frequent with your girlfriends awhile back when you wanted to drink and hang out in private, away from the busiest areas of the beach, and after you parked you offered Ken your hand to lead him along. You held the folded towels under your other arm and walked slowly, letting Ken’s set the walking pace.

“What was the beach like in Barbieland?” You pressed gently, seeing what might make him speak again.

He shrugged. “Pink. Plastic.”

“The sand was plastic?”

“Everything was plastic.”

You stopped walking and kicked off your sandals.

“Take off your shoes,” You smiled, and he did as you asked. You sunk your toes into the sand and watched as Ken did the same, experiencing the feel of it for the first time.

“How does it feel?”

He smiled a little. “Kinda nice? It’s hot and soft but rough as well.”

“It is.” You leaned down to sit on your heels. “How does it feel between your fingers?”

He reached down to pick up a handful and smiled bigger now, lost in the moment of feeling the material and watching it as it trailed back downward between his fingers. He looked up at you. “I like it.”

You held out your hand to him and stood up. “Walk with me.” You both strolled along the beach, stopping once to have Ken stand in the tide area with you, getting to feel how the water felt when it rushed onto the shore and over his feet and ankles.

“Why does it feel different than other water?” He asked.

“I guess because of the salt? I don’t know, actually. I guess I’ll have to google it later.”

You got to the area you had been headed for after a little while, and unrolled both of your towels to lay them down onto the sand. You crossed your legs as you sank down onto yours. You expected Ken to sit down on the one next to you but instead he sat behind you on yours, wrapping his arms around you, nesting his chin on your shoulder.

He let the senses of the moment settle in: the noises of the ocean, the seagulls that flew overhead, your breathing against his ear. The warmth of the day and the warmth of your skin, the scent of the salt water and seaweed blending in with the scent of your hair.

“So what’s going on, Ken?” You asked, reaching behind you to pet his hair.

You felt him bury his face in your neck, his grip tightening around you. You allowed him the silence he needed until you felt liquid on your skin and realized he was crying.

You tried to turn to look at him but he shook his head, still pressing his face into you.

“I just….I don’t think I know who I am.” He worked hard to keep his voice steady but you heard the heartbreak in his tone.

“What do you mean, sweet Ken?”

He sobbed a little. “I don’t know where I belong.”

Your hand stopped its petting and rested comfortingly on his hair. “Oh, Ken.”

“I’m supposed to know who I am, right?” He sniffed and you felt more tears against your skin.

“Not necessarily. At least not right now.”

“I had always wanted to be with Barbie when I was in Barbieland, but she never wanted me.”

“Okay,” you encouraged gently.

“Then I went a little crazy trying to make her want me, but it only upset her. She deserved to be upset, though. I just…so…she decided she needed to come live her life here, in this world, and she helped me understand that I didn’t need to have her to know who I was, even though her leaving made me still feel so…empty.”

You tried to turn again and this time he loosened his grip enough so you could turn your waist to look at him.

He kept his head low, looking down at the ground so you couldn’t see his face. “I came here hoping something might make sense. I felt like I couldn’t figure out who I was. I know I’m me, but I don’t know what I really want. Or who I even am.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of at all. A lot of people don’t know *who* they are, sometimes not for awhile. And often having a permanent understanding of that isn’t always the case, either. It’s not abnormal. People grow and change.”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid if Barbie knew that she’d be disappointed in me.”

“Why would she be?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Is it that maybe you’re disappointed in yourself, Ken?”

He raised his head a little now, looking up at you through wet lashes. “Maybe?” His voice cracked fully and he began sobbing, holding his face in his hands.

You placed your hands on either side of his face. “Ken, my love, can I see your face?”

He kept his face hidden, his shoulders shaking a little.

“Why are you feeling disappointed in yourself? You ever had a lot happen in a short amount of time. I’m not sure how quickly time works in Barbieland, but here, things can take a long time. A really long time, sometimes. And that’s normal.”

He pulled his hands away a little and you took the opportunity to pull them away from his face, his blue eyes oceans of emotion.

“Hey there, handsome. Now I can see you,” You cooed, and you got the tiniest glint of a smile from him.

He sniffed again. “I’m just worried.”

“About?”

“I’m so scared to lose you.” His voice cracked again. “I feel like I’ll stop breathing or something. And I feel like somehow that’s…wrong? Like I feel as though Barbie would say it is wrong.”

“Would Barbie say that? And even if she did, why would that matter, my sweet?”

Ken pondered this for a moment. “I’ve tried so hard to move on, and I have moved on, and it’s because you make me feel…insane things, y/n.” He exhaled those last words out as if doing so would nail them into you, that you’d understand without him having to explain further.

You nodded, cradling his face in your hands, and he automatically kissed your palm before nuzzling his face into it like always.

“You make me feel like I am someone,” he whispered, gulping before finishing his thought, “you make me feel whole.”

You leaned your forehead into his, and he lowered his eyes again, embracing the feeling of you close to him, watching as his tears dripped off his face and onto his lap.

“You are someone, Ken. And even if you don’t know exactly who that is yet, that’s okay. You’re someone to me.”

Ken sobbed and buried his face in your neck again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tracing little shapes into his back, something you had recently learned made him feel relaxed.

His breathed shuddered as he tried to regain control over his tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorr-“

“No, Ken, you don’t get to be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I don’t know where I belong without you.”

“You don’t have to,” You soothed. “I’m here, and I like feeling like I belong to you.”

He pulled back now, your eyes gazing into his as he searched you for any sign of dishonesty.

“You feel like you belong to me?” He breathed.

“I feel like we belong to each other.” You pushed some hair that had fallen into his face.

“Yeah?” A light breeze danced around the two of you, and you brushed away a fresh set of Ken’s tears that appeared when you nodded.

His crying felt less from a source of pain and more as a form of relief now, and you held him close to you and pressed kisses onto his hair as he experienced his release.

“I’ve felt so stressed for so long,” he revealed.

“About us?”

“Yes. That you’ll get tired of me, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He sat up a little straighter and you leaned forward to kiss him, and he noticed right away and closed the distance himself as he crashed his lips into yours. The saltiness from his tears mixed with the taste of him, and you kissed him harder, wanting him to feel how much you felt for him.

“I love you, Ken,” You told him earnestly. “I want to be with you, and I want you to want to be with me.”

“I want nothing more than to be with you,” he replied, his lips still pressing into yours with sweet kisses.

“You’ll figure out everything that you’re wanting to, I promise. It takes time. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Ken held you and sighed into your mouth, hand resting on the back of your head to keep your mouth against his, kissing you passionately.

“How can I make sure you feel loved?” You breathed in-between his kisses.

“Anything you do makes me feel loved.”

You leaned your full bodyweight into him, encouraging him to lay back on the towel. The sun had begun to set, and the sea breeze tickled your skin a little as it began to cool down outside.

You straddled Ken’s torso and leaned over to look into his eyes. He breathed deeply and rested his hands on yours that had placed themselves on his strong chest. You began kissing him down his neck and collarbone, then down his sternum and abs, taking your time once you neared his lower torso area and his muscles clenched at your touch as he let out a soft moan.

You tugged his shorts down enough to pull his member free and began slowly began pumping him as he hadn’t fully hardened yet, and one of his long arms reached to grip onto your wrist as it worked him up and down to hold onto you, his eyes closing.

“What would you like, Ken?”

“I just want to love on you.” He hardened fully then and began to sit up, but your hand pressed onto his chest and instead he propped himself up on his forearms.

“Why don’t I make love to you?” You asked, moving around so you could peel off your bikini bottoms and toss them aside.

Ken smiled, eyes red from crying but shining with love for you, and pulled you closer to him. “I would love that.” He reached for your cover-up that you hadn’t taken off all day and pulled it over your head.

You smiled and positioned yourself over his cock but he reached his hand underneath to rub between your folds. “Let me get you ready first.” He sat up more now so you could hold onto his shoulders as he pressed two fingers into you and you shuddered, Ken pressing his other hand into your lower back to help you balance. “Ride my fingers, y/n,” he whispered, his eyes not leaving yours as you slowly began moving around on them, moaning.

“That’s so good,” he praised as your hips moved around and his digits sunk in deeper. “Fuck my fingers, my beautiful girl.” He curled his knuckles a little when he was deep enough to hit your g-spot and you fell into him a little, Ken’s breathing picking up with yours as you whimpered against his gentle pleasuring of you.

“My beautiful girl,” he breathed, and your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him closer to you.

“Ken,” you moaned, “I wanna pleasure you.”

He kissed down your neck. “Soon.”

“Now, please,” you almost whined. “Please, Ken.”

“Mmmmm,” he moaned against your pulse point and relented, pulling his fingers from you, and you reached down to position his cock underneath you, slowly lowering yourself on him.

Ken choked out a loud moan and shuddered, gripping your waist.

“Lay down, my good boy,” you cooed. “Let me pleasure you.”

Ken almost collapsed back onto the towel, holding your hand in his as he watched you circle your hips slowly with him inside you, both of you moaning loudly at the sensation.

“Y/n,” he begged, “please, please move.”

“I’m getting to it,” you smiled, setting your free hand on his abs to steady yourself as you began bucking your hips. Ken’s head fell back and his body tensed as you slowly fucked him, wanting him to feel everything in soft, smooth motions.

His hands flew to grip your hips when you began fucking him up and down, and his hips flew up to meet yours a couple of times, making you cry out.

“Let me hold you,” Ken said, and you nodded as he sat up and wrapped your legs around his waist then held you as he fucked up into you.

You both held each other and moaned almost incoherently to each other, and your body felt like it was exploding in fireworks, every touch from Ken electric. Ken’s heart sang every time you made a noise when he thrust into you, when you gripped him, when you called his name, your touch like a healing potion.

You came unexpectedly, your climax hitting you hard and you stiffened, shivering as Ken held you tight and fucked you through it, then stared deeply into your eyes before kissing you while he rode out his own.

You sat intertwined, gasping into each other, the only other sound being the waves crashing behind you, the sun having set during your love-making.

You saw the reflection of the moon in Ken’s eyes as he brushed hair out of your face, and smiled. He smiled back.

“Whatever we go through, we’ll get through it together, okay?” You said, and Ken confirmed his response by pulling your lips into his one more time.

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Heartsteel!Sett Becoming a Dad

Inspiration: Listen I’ve had a hellish week and I need this. The other person who did what I do at work left so I’m flying solo at the moment, on top of training a new hire. Things are just bonkers and I’m fucking stressed and I need fluff god damnit.

Extra Inspo: Also @milksuu has me stuck on the thought of Dad!Heartsteel. (GO READ THIS AMAZING DAD!PHEL HEADCANON POST (HERE) AND CRY WITH ME.)

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluffy as fuckkkk

Gender: Reader implied afab/able to carry a pregnancy. Use of “mother.”

TW: Discussion of pregnancy, discussion of a deadbeat dad (not Sett ofc). Swearing.

(I don’t even want kids irl but damn I would have his children without question kthxbye.)

When you tell him you’re pregnant, Sett is so so SO fucking excited. Like over the moon thrilled.

The two of you often talked about your future together and starting a family would eventually be a part of it. So while this baby wasn’t exactly planned, it’s not unwelcome news. The timeline just got bumped up a little bit.

Watching him kneel down (because he’s fucking TALL) and rest his forehead against your not-yet-showing belly is heart-melting.

And it is something he does quite often, especially once your bump starts to show. It doesn’t matter whether you’re standing, sitting, or laying in bed.

Sett loves to softly sing or talk to the baby. He sings his favorite songs and tells the baby all sorts of things. Like stories from when he was little, stories about the two of you, the shenanigans him and the other Heartsteel members get up to, or even just what the weather is currently like. Talking to you and your tummy while you gently play with his hair and ears is his definition of domestic bliss.

He’s so extremely helpful. Like just an absolute angel of a partner. His love language is acts of service, so showing his love by doing things for you is already very natural for him. Crank that up to 11 when it comes to you being pregnant. Also your mood swings don’t phase him like at all. He knows it’s the hormones.

He’s meal prepping healthy and pregnancy-safe meals for you, but he’s also happy to run to the store/to get carry out at night when a craving hits. Sometimes you just gotta have fried chicken and ice cream at 11:30pm. He understands!

Whatever you need, Sett’s going to do everything in his power to do it for you. How could he not? You’re going through so much to bring this child into the world. He wants to make it as easy as possible for you.

He tries to make sure he can make every one of your pre-natal appointments if at all possible. He’ll take the day off to make sure he can go with you. And if there’s ever an appointment he can’t make because he’s out of town or something, he’ll face time in so he can still be with you in some way. He never wants you to feel like you’re facing any part of this pregnancy alone. Lean on him. He’s your rock, your partner, and he’s got your back through it all.

Now of course, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Sett fully believes you’ll be an excellent parent. But surprisingly, that’s not necessarily a belief he holds for himself…

One night when you two are just relaxing together, enjoying the nightly routine of him resting his head on your thigh and talking to your bump, you notice his expression get a little more serious.

“Can I tell you a secret, nugget? One that I haven’t even told your mother yet?” Sett glances up at you shyly before looking back down at your growing bump. “I’m…I’m a bit scared to be a father,” he murmurs. “I’m so excited to meet you and help you grow, but I’m also terrified I’ll mess up too much. I’m afraid I won’t be a good father to you. My dad wasn’t around very long so it’s not like I have someone in my family to look to as a good example of fatherhood…”

Your eyes widen as you listen to him continue to vent his lack of confidence in himself when it comes to being a good father. It breaks your heart. All of this self-doubt coming from the man who makes sure to never miss an appointment, even when he’s in a different country, who took all sorts of brochures from your OBGYN’s office, ordered parenting books galore and has been reading them non-stop, the man excitedly painting the walls of the nursery and helping you build a crib or rocking chair once he’s home from work.

“Settrigh, look at me,” you say softly as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, his eyes clearly showing his nerves at what your response might be, though he tries to pass off a small shaky smile. “Uh oh…the full name comes out. That’s never good.”

You let out a soft giggle as you look down at him adoringly and gently move your hand down to cup his cheek. “Do you really think I’d still be here with you right now, 7-months pregnant with your child, our child, if I thought you’d be a bad father? Absolutely not, my love. You know I don’t tolerate fools or bullshit. There’s no one I’d rather start a family with and I think you’ll be an incredible father.”

He leans into your touch. “But I don’t know how to be a good father….not with the way mine was…”

“There’s no fool-proof guidebook for parenting, Sett. Even with your Ma as an amazing example, I don’t really know how to be a mother yet. Parenting is something we’ll learn together along the way, yeah?

He nods. “You’re right baby, as per usual.”

Your smile widens before you continue. “While yes, your father is a shitty deadbeat, that doesn’t concern me. Do you know why?”

He gently shakes his head.

You smile softly again. “He wasn’t the one who raised you, babe, your Ma did. Your Ma is one of the kindest, strongest, most loving beings in this world. Despite everything the world threw at her, she survived and she never let it break her spirit. She raised the best life partner I could ever ask for, and I know you’ll pass on all her lessons to our little nugget. Your heart and your upbringing come from your Ma, Sett, not your dad.”

He nods gently and sighs. “She really sacrificed a lot to make sure we’d be ok. I’m so lucky to have her as my Ma.”

“All it takes is one look to see that sacrifice wasn’t in vain. She’s so proud of you, Sett. She feels so lucky to have you as her son. She’s told me so herself.” You run your thumb along his cheekbone. “You’re not your father. I know you’d never just leave, forcing me to fend for this baby all by myself. Hell, you hate leaving me just to go on short work trips with Heartsteel! You’re a far better man than your dad ever was and you’ll be a far better father than he was too.”

His eyes grow soft as you speak and you feel him relax a bit. “You really think so?”

“I know so!…Also, babe, even in the extremely unlikely case you did leave…you know damn well your Ma would hunt you down and drag you back here herself.”

When he’s out of town with Heartsteel, he’s making sure to check in on you and call/facetime at least twice a day.

During each call Sett has you lower your phone down to your bump so he can say hello to the baby. (And if you’re ok with it, he’ll let the other guys/Alune come over and say hi to you and talk to your belly as well. “They should know their uncles and aunt!”)

Even while he’s out of town you know you’re in good hands. His Ma assures you she’s only a call away and is happy to come keep you company if you want her to. She’s truly a saint, offering advice anytime you or Sett ask her for it while also never going against a decision you and him make. She understands better than anyone how chaotic and unpredictable parenthood can be, and she knows the two of you will always do what you think is best for your baby. She’s just the most supportive woman and she’s utterly thrilled to become a grandma.

The two of you decide to wait to find out the sex of the baby. It’s not really important to Sett to know early. Whatever sex, as long as you and the baby are healthy, that’s all he cares about.

When the moment eventually comes and your water breaks, it’s a little hilarious how panicked he gets, dashing around the house to make sure everything important is in the car.

You grab Sett’s arm to get him to pause his scrambling. “Babe out of the two of us, I feel like I should be the one panicking,” you let out on a laugh, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Breathe. We have time. This is why we prepared early and pre-packed the hospital bags in the car, remember? We’re as ready as we can be, my love, so let’s go become parents.”

As you talk he takes a couple deep breaths and relaxes slightly. As you finish, he kisses you gently. “Let’s go become parents,” he murmurs. Before he steps away completely he kneels down and kisses your tummy. “See you soon, nugget…”

Once he gets over the initial wave of anxiety, Sett gets into the zone. Just an incredible birthing partner to have with you. He’s guiding you through your breathing exercises. He has no issue letting you squeeze the fuck out of his hand or arm. He’s even calm when you cuss him out during particularly intense contractions. He knows you don’t really mean what you’re saying, you’re just in a lot of pain. He calmly keeps wiping off your face and neck with a cool towel and murmuring words of encouragement into your ear, smiling gently and holding you as you eventually melt against him for support.

Hates that you’re not allowed to eat anything. He’s not eating anything either in solidarity. What kind of asshole would bring food and eat it while their partner giving birth can’t have any?? Like Sett doesn’t understand people who do that so don’t worry, you definitely won’t experience that with him.

And once the time comes for you to push, he’s wherever you want him to be, whether that’s right next to you holding your hand, helping the nurses by holding a leg, or even sitting behind you, holding you against his chest. He wants/needs to be useful for you. Wherever he is, he’s encouraging and praising you to high heavens, in absolute awe of you and your strength.

And once the baby comes…🥹🥹🥹

Sett’s eyes are watering as soon as he sees the the teeny tiny ears on top of the baby’s head.

But first he’s hugging you, making sure you’re alright, telling you how amazing you did and how proud of you he is. And as soon as the docs/nurses give the all clear, he’s giving you your fav snacks that he packed so you can finally eat something.

Once he sees you holding the baby, that’s when the tears really start falling. His heart can’t handle it. You, the love of his life, holding your baby, a direct result of your love for each other. It’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever witnessed.

He’s sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, his arm around you, looking down at this squalling bundle in your arms with the biggest, most adoring smile on his face.

And when Sett gets a chance to hold the baby? He’s finally able to talk to the baby outside your tummy? Oh he’s so excited! His heart is filled with so much love it’s about to burst.

As is yours, seeing your massive partner holding this small bundle so carefully and protectively in his arms. He’s so gentle and sweet as he welcomes your child into the world and promises he’ll always be there to love, protect, and guide them as best he can. You know Sett means every single word with his whole heart, and it brings happy tears to your eyes as you start this new journey together as a family.

Ah! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I just really needed Heartsteel fluffiness at the moment and the thought of Sett as a dad is just so cute. (Especially the thought of him as a girl dad oh my fucking god.)

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[Preview - New fic]: Undiscovered.

Happy Klaine day everybody!

Of course I had to do something special today, for our boys, so here’s the preview of my upcoming fic Undiscovered, which will begin on Wednesday, April 3rd. This fic will only be available on AO3, so if you read my fics on FF.net, keep in mind that I won’t be updating there anymore.

Undiscovered is both a guilty pleasure and a self-indulgence. It was born out of an idea that @blog-carmex gave me what feels like a million years ago, and it kind of exploded from there. For a while it was nothing but PWP in my head, until the perfect plot came along. So, needless to say, this might be my spiciest fic to date.

It wouldn’t exist at all, though, without @blog-carmex, who planted the seed in my head; or without @nerdishedits, who not only made the beautiful teaser cover (and is working on the actual cover) but watered that damn seed until it grew into a monstrous plant that took over half my life; or without the always amazing @christinejaneanderson, who trims the leaves and tends to its wellbeing until it looks like the perfect little plant we all knew it could be. So thanks to you, ladies, for everything.

Without further ado, here’s the preview of the first chapter, and I hope I’ll see you all for a new adventure on April 3rd!

The only sound echoing in the dining room was the cutlery gently hitting the porcelain plates. The attempts to play music in the background had been rejected, like Christmas music might ruin… what? The holiday spirit? The meal? The absolute discomfort they were now forced to sit in?

Blaine Anderson loved Christmas – he just didn’t particularly enjoy spending the holidays with his parents.

He glanced up – hazel eyes quickly roaming around the table, as if trying to find an opening, something to fill this unbearable silence. He found his brother staring back at him, eyebrows a little raised, mouth tilted in one of the corners in what could only be a sarcastic little grin. Cooper didn’t seem as uncomfortable as he was, but then again, Cooper was great at pretending nothing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as Blaine thought it was. He was just a little less used to being home (was it even home, still? It hadn’t felt like home when he lived here, most times) since he had gone away to college. New York had embraced him like he had always belonged there, like his heart had been made to absorb the sounds of the city and turn them into heartbeats.

Blaine had never quite fit in anywhere like he belonged in New York. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t sit for dinner with his parents without feeling like he was slightly suffocating.

Cooper, completely unconcerned, pushed his plate away and sat back more comfortably. “Delicious, mom. Loved the duck. It wasn’t dry at all.”

Pam Anderson glanced up at him and smiled gently. “Thanks, dear. Glad you enjoyed it. There’s more if you want…”

“Oh, no, no, I’m stuffed,” Cooper said, patting his belly. “I got to watch my weight or they’re going to hate me at work.”

“Oh yes,” Pam said. “How’s the play going? I’m so sorry we haven’t had a chance to go see it yet. Life can be so busy, you know…”

Blaine noticed that the smile on Cooper’s face got a little more forced than usual. There was always an excuse with their parents. They were always busy. There was always something that was slightly more important than being there for their children.

They weren’t children anymore, though. They had both accepted things as they were: Pam and John Anderson would never be picture-perfect parents, not only because that was impossible, but also because they weren’t interested in it. They had scraped by doing the bare minimum to be considered good parents and called it a job well done.

Cooper had always been a bit better at accepting that, Blaine guessed. He wasn’t sure if it was because Cooper had gotten to experience them when they were younger, more open, more patient, or if he just didn’t care anymore.

Blaine would always wonder and never dare to actually ask if they had gotten bored of trying when he was born. He was a lot younger than Cooper. Maybe he had been an accident. Maybe they hadn’t exactly been planning to have another kid…

Cooper was twelve years older than Blaine. For a very, very long time, they hadn’t exactly understood each other. But at some point it was like it finally clicked for them that, if they wanted to have a family, they had to be there for each other, because their parents weren’t going to change, weren’t going to become warmer, wouldn’t be what they had always expected parents to be…

When Blaine moved to New York after high school, Cooper had surprised him by following him there. He used the excuse that he wanted to try his luck at auditioning for plays instead of staying in Los Angeles and focusing only on films and TV shows, but Blaine had seen right through his lie: he wanted to be closer to his little brother. Still, he appreciated it. They had learned to be in each other’s corners, and Blaine was grateful that Cooper had been there as he started to navigate the new city and the new stage of his life.

“The play’s wonderful,” Cooper said. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go soon. It’ll be running for a while, I think.” He looked at Blaine, and Blaine dreaded whatever was about to come out of his brother’s mouth next. He had the habit of getting him into trouble and was absolutely no help getting him out of it afterwards. “Blaine’s been to see it a couple of times, despite how busy he’s been with his classes and everything…”

Blaine widened his eyes slightly, a silent warning that his brother completely ignored.

“Ah, yes,” their father said, finally putting down his fork, like they were finally talking about something that interested him. “Your classes, Blaine. How are they going? I expect you’ve passed every single one of them?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Blaine muttered awkwardly. He glared at Cooper once more, as his brother did encouraging gestures that were not subtle at all. He sighed. “Well, actually… I’ve made a decision regarding my major, so…”

John sat back, eyebrow arched – those thick, dark eyebrows that looked so much like Blaine’s – and fixed Blaine with a serious look. “What do you mean you’ve made a decision regarding your major? I though we’ve settled on medicine…”

We’ve settled on medicine. Like Blaine had been given a choice at all. Like it hadn’t been entirely up to John to decide what Blaine was going to do with his life.

“I’ve decided to change my major to music,” Blaine blurted out, before he could lose his nerve. “Medicine is definitely a great career, but I don’t want to be a doctor…”

“Music?” John repeated, like he didn’t understand the meaning of that word. “So another one of my children has decided to be a starving artist?”

“Hey! I’m not starving,” Cooper protested, but no one was paying attention to him for once.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing with a music education, huh?” John asked, blue eyes so much like Cooper’s fixed on Blaine like he was the only person still sitting at the table. “Play guitar in a subway station for spare change? Wait tables during the day and play at some second rate bar at night?”

Blaine moved uncomfortably on his seat. “There’s nothing wrong with any of those things, but… I actually want to compose music. Maybe for musicals, maybe for movies, maybe just… play music.”

“Just play music,” John said and scoffed. “A very solid plan, son.”

“I just don’t want to live a life I’m not satisfied with,” Blaine said a little desperately. “And I know you guys really wanted me to be some sort of successful professional, but I have to do what’s best for me, right? I have to be happy with myself when I get out of bed in the morning…”

Pam seemed to notice the tension was growing, because she tried to smooth things over: “Of course, Blaine. We understand. Your father is just concerned that…”

But John shook his head, stopping her. “That is an incredibly childish outlook on life, Blaine. Happiness is ephemeral. You need a steady income and a respectable career…”

“Who says I can’t get that?” Blaine asked him. Part of him was starting to get angry, but the rest of him, the larger part that was usually too careful, too prone to put his head down whenever his father barked an order at him wouldn’t let the anger truly rise. “Why can’t you just… believe in me?”

John groaned, like he didn’t have the time for his children’s dreamy dispositions. “I don’t know where we went wrong with you two. I thought we raised you to have a good head on your shoulders.”

Blaine glanced at Cooper, who looked like he had just been slapped. He felt a bit like that, too. He had expected some resistance to his new career path, but their father was being overly harsh. He didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry if you don’t agree with me,” he said quietly. “But it’s my life. I want to do what I think is right.”

Slowly, John nodded, like he was considering Blaine’s words. Then he stood up, leaving the napkin carefully on the table. “Very well. Do whatever you want. But I won’t be paying for it.”

“John…” Pam started. “Let’s not be hasty…”

“I’m not going to put him through college just so he can throw his life away, Pam!” John exclaimed.

“We can talk about this some other day,” Pam insisted. “It’s Christmas, John.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” John replied. “He’s free to do whatever he wants, of course. He can spend the rest of his days scraping by and counting dimes so he can make rent. I’m not going to help him in any way. Pay your way through college, Blaine. And if you ever come to your senses and realize you’ve made a mistake, I’ll be more than happy to help you get a real degree.”

He walked out of the dining room, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.

Cooper cleared his throat. “Well,” he muttered after a couple of minutes. “What’s for desert, then?”

Blaine pushed his plate away. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

#Fic: Undiscovered #Klaine #Klaine fic #Klaine fanfic

[oattslove]

〖Yandere Cove Holden Part 1〗

Just a quick snippet of what Cove Holden would be like as a yandere and in part 2 there will be a huge chance of there being some NSFW in Steps 3 and 4. I’ll put a warning in case you don’t wanna read that. 

Also please note that I haven’t played the DLC’s so I might be missing out on a bunch of stuff because I don’t have time and the money :(

 One day I’ll have time lol

Step 1: 

♡ When you and Cove first met, he didn’t immediately acknowledge his intense feelings for you. At first he thought it was because he was overwhelmed in being in a new place and his parents getting a divorce. Then later on he realizes that nope, these feelings were... amazing!

 ♡ As the summer days past, he became glued to you by the hip. Your mom’s and his dad thought it was the most cutest thing. Cove thought is was embarrassing but it quelled his speeding heart by just being near you. You seem to not mind with how clingy he was so it was a win-win!

♡ Cove slowly, but eventually, got used to living in Sunset Bird. You helped him transition into it easier. But soon things started going downhill, both for you and him. School starts again, Cove doesn’t know anybody so he follows you like a lost puppy. Then Cove is forced to watch you interact with your old friends while he intently stares at them from behind you.

♡ Why do you hang out these kids? Have you seen the way they talk badly about other kids? About you? He’s overheard them making fun of you behind a building while you went to go retrieve a textbook you’ve forgotten. Cove thinks you don’t need such negativity in your life. He’s a better choice. He can do so much better. 

♡ Being a known crier to you and everyone, he uses that to his advantage. Whenever something is involved with you, the tears seem to very easily slip out his eyes and Cove will come running towards you. He absolutely loves the attention and cooing words of comfort when you see him cry. 

Sobs and whimpering echo from a broom closet he knows you walk by every morning to turn in your library books. You enter the closet, curiosity in your eyes. Low and behold, it’s Cove.

“Cove!” You shout, eyes widening as you rushed over to him and plopping yourself next to him.  “Are you okay?”

Sniffling, Cove shakes his head ‘no’ and uses his shirt to wipe his tears and snot away. Now that you’re looking at him closer, you’ve noticed some bruises and scraps all over his arms and legs. But the most noticeable thing was his broken glasses that sat crookedly on his nose. 

Just as you were about to ask on who had done such a thing to him, he immediately answered your questions. “I-It was Tyler and his f-f-friends,” Cove whispered, turning his wet gaze to your worried eyes. Look at me. Look at what they did to me? Can you even consider them friends after doing this to your crybaby neighbor? 

What you didn’t know was that Cove purposely provoked Tyler which resulted him in getting beat up. But you didn’t have to know that part.

Guilt is all you felt. You felt horrible knowing Cove had given you multiple  warnings about your friends and here you are with your consequences. Your neighbor, who’s been dealing with issues in his family and knows nobody except you ever since he’s moved into your town, sat in front of you with his face all bruised up.  All because you ignored his warnings on how terrible your friends were.

“I’m sorry, Cove.” You murmured, thumb reaching over to quickly wipe away his tears. Cove shifts from his crisscross-apple-sauce position to his knees to face you better. A blush adorning his cheeks as your action. You soon embrace him into a hug being mindful of his cast and hoping to cheer him up a little. 

“Next time I see Tyler and his friends,” you began, hand rubbing Cove’s back as he hiccups from crying for who knows how long. “I’ll tell him that I won’t be his friend anymore,” 

“Promise?” Cove pulls away from your hug but keeps you in his arms to give you a look that you couldn’t really explain. Ignoring his intense aquamarine eyes, you nodded, pulling him back in the hug again.

“I promise.” You whispered, chin resting on Cove’s shoulder. 

While you thought about meeting up with Tyler and unfriending him, you don’t realize the sinister smirk from over your shoulder. Cove buried his wet face into your shoulder, secretly sniffing your hair. His face was all red as he dreamily hums at your touch.

“You’re an amazing friend, (Y/N).”

                                • • • • • • •

Step 2:

♡ 5 years has passed, you’re both 13, and Cove still hasn’t left your hips. Where ever you go, he goes and vice versa. He’s had a HUGE growth spurt in those years and man, does he use it to imitate others. Some pieceofshit classmate stops you after class to ask if you wanna hang out after school? Wait. Why are they suddenly pale? Oh! They said never mind and ran away? Aw, that sucks, but hey! You can hang out with me instead! What do you say, (Y/N)?

 ♡ You kept your promise and stopped being Tyler’s friend. Everything was great! Except... he wanted more. He didn’t want to just be your neighbor or your best friend. He wanted to become something more closer. Perhaps your boyfriend? Maybe that’ll solve what’s missing in his heart. 

♡ But that dream is quickly thrown out the window when Derek comes into the picture. Don’t get him wrong, he likes Derek. He really does! But it’s so annoying whenever you interact with him. He’s right there! Laugh and talk with him! Not Derek! Why do you always pay attention to Derek!? 

♡ Oh man was he pissed when he overheard the promise you and Derek made at the playground. What the hell do you mean if you’re both gonna get married if you’re still single in a few years? Cove’s right there and he’ll happily date you. He has to stop that from happening, so he’ll have to up his moves on you to get the hint that he likes you. Cove can do that, but the problem is... His heart can’t take it. Cove backs out last minute and you end taking charge. Which he also doesn’t mind. 

♡ The best part of being older and a little grown up, is he can sneak into your room. Obviously with you knowing. But most of the time he sneaks in when you’re sleeping. Once Cove slowly starts knowing your sleeping schedule he makes plans to go over late in the night. He likes stealing small things of yours. A few articles of clothing (never your undergarments though, if he accidently stumbles upon them Cove’s face will flare up as he flings them out of this end and high tails out of your room, almost falling from your window) some jewelry, hair ties, you get the gist. 

The moon shined brightly upon the sleepy town of Sunset Bird, clouds occasionally blowing gently across the sky and blocking out the moonlight. You’re curtains flowing along the slight breeze that was coming through your slightly opened window. You weren’t able to feel it by the pile of blankets you were snuggle deep with. 

Suddenly in the mist of the quietness, a small eep! emits from somewhere in your room. It was Cove and he had accidently stumbled upon a pair of your...undergarments. Face burning and without thinking tosses the article behind him before escaping through your window. (not forgetting the items he stole borrowed from you)

“Ack!” It seems like Cove miscalculated his jump from your window and has landed harshly in your bushes.  When you asked him about the scrapes all over his legs, Cove stutters out a response, unable to look at your eyes. 

Okay I hope this ended pretty good. I spent like two days on this and got lazy and decided to spit this into 2 parts. So don’t be afraid and give me any feedback!! 

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[itsmaybitheway]

Several Sentence Sunday 03/24

Hi my loves, I am still sick beyond reason so I might lack my usual cheer. I’m sorry 😔😔 But thank you @cha-melodius @magicandarchery @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @getmehighonmagic for the tags!!

Here is a tiny snippet I like but not sure if it’ll see the light of day!

“Christ Alex, I can’t do this anymore. I cannot keep sleeping to the sound of your breathing and open my eyes to you first thing in the morning when there’s something missing in your eyes each time you look at me.” Henry’s yelling now, looking at Alex with such fire in his eyes, for one second even Alex forgets he has asked Henry to fake break up with him.  “Henry…” he breathes, simply because he doesn’t know what else to do.  “Don’t- Alex, just please let me go, because loving you has been killing me ever since… Ever since I fell for you to be completely honest.  Ever since that blasted day that you sent us both toppling over the cupcake stand in the campus cafe, loving you has come to me as easy as breathing. It has sustained me, nurtured me, kept me alive; all the while slowly poisoning me, ruining me, killing me. Because how can one survive you Alex?”   “I love you too.” Alex pleads, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He loves Henry, he loves Henry with every cell of his being, and even if it's pretend, even if Henry has clearly inherited Arthurs acting genes, his stomach churns at the distraught sight of him.  A sad smile settles on Henry’s lips, eyes glazed with a sheen of tears. “I know you do, darling. But one musn’t compare a single drop to the ocean.” Hastily wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand Henry just looks at the floor, kicking the pavement with the tip of his shoes while everyone around them watches. “You see, that’s why you have to let me go. That’s why I can’t love you anymore. I have seen the warmth of your smile, let the memory of it settle in my solar plexus, warm me up from the inside. I have seen the generosity of your heart, borrowed some of it to finally love myself. I witnessed all the whims of your mind, forever amazed by it, forever intrigued. I will forever belong to you, forever love you because my love for you lives in the marrow of my bones, but please let me go.”

As always open tag to anyone who wants to participate and some no-pressure attached tags below the cut <3<3<3 and @meidui since I still haven’t found the spoons to participate in ‘first sentence’ challenge 🤍

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[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; shohei’s partner giving birth!

pairing! husband!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! none.

shohei would be thrilled! energized, and most definitely nervous at the same exact time. he’d be so nervous because this was very new to him of course. you both were now married and finally having a child of your own but it was a very scary process he knew was going to be difficult for you.

shohei would definitely be the type to read up on what to do to help your wife in labor, or what to do when your wife needs help during labor, or! what to do after the labor and important things that need to be done for your wife and her mental state. there was a lot he looked into and read before all of this.

so, when it was finally happening he felt all of those emotions I said before all at once and it was making him feel crazy.. just a bit. he’d frantically watch as the nurses did what they needed to do to help you with pain which made him feel absolutely terrible knowing he couldn’t do much to help you.

“how much pain are you in? I read about this but doesn’t that needle help you? I think so.. right?”

“it’s okay, I’m right here. take deep breaths for me, yeah? this will all be over soon. I’m so sorry baby.”

it’ll definitely kill him that you’re in agony like this just for the baby to arrive, he didn’t think that a woman could go through so much pain all at once and still be completely normal. It was amazing to him and he was extremely proud of you for it.

“I’ll get you a rag! a cold one! I’ll be right back.”

“when do you start pushing? is that the worst part of it all? is the pushing.. you’ll do just fine! you will.”

shohei being shohei.. he’ll try to have a conversation with the doctor that comes in and asks about a million questions about you and the baby that the doctor isn’t going to answer because the doctor is focused on you healthily pushing the baby out. shohei would definitely annoy the doctor.

in the process of you both pushing and screaming, shohei felt faint. keeping by your side and trying to help calm you down or he’d lean forward to kiss your head and whisper that you’re doing well because it was important for you to know that.

the sound of the baby crying brought tears to shohei’s eyes because it was official. you had brought his child into this world. with that being said shohei would run over to the small baby and help cut the cord while trying to reach for it’s small head to rub but the doctor quickly took the baby away to finish doing what they needed to do.

once the baby was laying on your chest, shohei cried and when I say cried he.. cried very hard. you haven’t seen him cry this hard before. ever! it was a very emotional moment and time for him and he was never afraid to show those types of emotions.

being able to hold his small child in his big arms was definitely a sight to see. his large hand cupped the baby’s small head as he brushed back some of the black hair the baby had already. shohei would thank you over and over again for creating such a perfect little baby because it wouldn’t have happened without you and all your hard work.

“do you need water now? what about any food?”

“I can order whatever you want, how’s that sound? we can even eat on the bed together! like a picnic.”

shohei would do his absolute best to take good care of you after all the hours of agony you had to go through. of course it wasn’t over, afterbirth is hard as well and he read about that. he’d make sure to be the world’s best and caring husband at this time for you and the baby. he’d of course be the world’s best husband all the time which you loved.

shohei would ask the nurse if the baby was okay during their care, or he’d ask to see the baby or when you can have the baby in the room with you again. he’d let you sleep and take care of the baby and it’s needs because he knew you needed sleep.

he’d help you get up to walk to the bathroom and even help you in the bathroom even when you said you didn’t need to help, maybe he even try carrying you but your body was still so sensitive so you didn’t allow him too. he’d watch over you like a child. you found it cute and funny at the same time.

“thirsty? hungry? let me help you drink and don’t worry about feeding yourself, I can feed you okay?”

it would be that way until you left the hospital.. or so you thought because he was the same way at home. asking if you’re thirsty or hungry and that he can help feed you and do whatever else it was that you needed from him. he took note that he needed to help you through any postpartum depression you may experience and would definitely do his best to show you how important family was to him.

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

HI IM AUDITIONING FOR THE HOLIDAY ROLE OF OPENING PRESENTS WITH JAMIE TARTT PLEASE

2023 Holiday Blurbs

Every year, you and Jamie both come up with a maximum amount of presents to get each other, and every year, neither of you follow those guidelines. You just can’t help yourself, always feeling a need to spoil Jamie and physically unable to resist buying something you know he’ll love. Jamie’s the same exact way, and you’re not sure why you both pretend to agree not to spoil each other when you always turn around and do the opposite, but it’s practically a tradition at this point.

To no one’s surprise, the space around the tree is absolutely covered in presents come Christmas morning, and you can’t help but to laugh at the slightly ridiculous sight.

“Definitely went a little overboard,” Jamie says from the foot of the stairs, looking just a little bit sheepish.

“We’ll have to tone it down for next year,” you respond with a grin, knowing that if anything, you’ll only go even more overboard next year.

Despite the urge to rush to the tree and tear into the wrapping, you and Jamie head first to the kitchen, making coffee even though you’re both already close to bouncing off the walls with excitement. Every year, it gets harder and harder not to fall asleep halfway through dinner, so even though you’re energized now, the coffee is an essential part of the morning.

“Mum and Simon are on their way over, but I already warned them that you’re impatient and can’t wait to open your gifts,” Jamie says as you make your way back to the tree, coffee mugs in hand, as if he isn’t the one who’d sit and stare at the unopened gifts like a desperate child. Either way, it’s nice to get a moment with just the two of you in between all the holiday chaos, a moment to share your love with each other through your inability to not spoil each other.

The two of you take your seats in front of the tree, looking like eager children instead of respectable adults, but there’s no one to tell you no. You take turns handing each other gifts, getting to decide which one they open and when. It’s amazing to see just how much Jamie pays attention, how he can remember even the little things you point out or mention, with silly little gifts you’d said you liked months ago or a book you’ve wanted to read for forever but haven’t been able to find.

Jamie, the man who could buy whatever he wants whenever he wants, is surprisingly easy to shop for, even when you know he’d love anything you give him for the simple fact that it’s from you. Every time he opens a gift, he reacts like it’s the best thing he’s ever gotten, and you really do believe him, believe that he’s just over the moon that you think of him and know him well enough to buy something for him.

When you reach the end of the pile of gifts, and you both have one gift left, you decide to open them together, too overjoyed to notice how similar the packages look. Opening yours, there’s a simple chain with a letter j charm, and before you can really admire it, you’re bursting with laughter because you’d gotten Jamie that same exact thing. Once he holds up the chain with your first initial, he joins in with your laughter, the two of you barely settling enough to help each other with the clasps.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

MATCHMAKER

A/N: it's another collab with the amazing @harrysfolklore !! that means this fic has a buddy over on her blog with the insta posts featured in the story! go and check out her post as well!

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

PAIRING: Harry x famous!reader

SUMMARY: You’re known to be a huge Harry Styles fan, never shied away to make it clear and thanks to your friend, Adele, you finally get to meet the man of your dreams.

MASTERLIST | SUPPORT ME!

“Have you met already the future hubby?” you read out loud the question as the warm Los Angeles sun is soaking into your skin, your dripping wet body is drying, you just got out of the pool, you’ve been entertaining yourself with doing a live on TikTok while you wait for your friend to return with the food. Lying on a lounge chair you’re holding up your phone and squinting your eyes to see the screen in the bright light as you watch the comments flowing in the live.

You chuckle at the question, knowing damn well who they were referring to as your future hubby. It’s been an ongoing joke for a long time, but you don’t mind it at all, you don’t mind that people call Harry Styles your future hubby.

It all started around the time you had your big breakthrough. Skyrocketing into fame has its ups and downs, people dug up any and every tiny detail from your past and that included your old Facebook profile that gave away your love for One Direction. A few pictures leaked out, nothing extreme, you were posing in your old bedroom at around sixteen, awkward outfits, ridiculous poses, but what got the most attention was the 1D posters on the walls behind you. The news that Y/N Y/L/N is a directioner spread like wildfire and you never even though about denying it.

“Of course I am! Are you kidding me? Those boys had me in a chokehold since day one!” you admitted at a talk show once when you were asked if the rumors were true. And when they questioned who your favorite is, you didn’t hesitate before answering. “Harry Styles. He is the love of my life,” you said without missing a beat.

And just like that, the world learned that you have the fattest crush on Harry Styles. It’s been brought up several times since then, talk show hosts love to tease you about it, they somehow still expect you to bashfully deny it, get all flustered and change the topic, but you never shy away from declaring your admiration for the man.

“I do love Harry Styles, a lot.”

“Oh, he is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!”

“Have I seen the pictures?! I have them fucking printed and framed in my bedroom!”

Some of your answers are now trending sounds on the clock app, people seem to absolutely love how unfiltered you are when it comes to Harry and your fans have been waiting forever for the two of you to finally meet, but it hasn’t happened yet somehow.

“I have not met him! You guys would be the first ones to hear about that!” you chuckle, answering the questions as all your watchers get into it deeper.

“How is it possible you haven’t run into him?” you read another question. “I have absolutely no idea! Maybe it’s fate, but it’s not too likely, because we all know we’re meant to be,” you grin at your own joke. “What do you think Harry thinks about you? He better find me smoking hot!” you snort and fixing your bikini you hold the phone so they can see your body in the video. “I mean, this is all for him!”

The commenters go crazy at your boldness and you find it so entertaining. People tend to forget that you’re just like them, you have your own hyperfixations, you have celeb crushes too, it’s just that the whole world knows about these.

You hear voices coming from inside and a few moments later your friend walks out with pizza boxes in his hands.

“I gotta go, it was nice chatting with you guys, take care!” you blow kisses at the screen before ending the live.

“His new album, Harry’s House debuted not long ago, he has movies coming out this year, another tour, but he made time to drop by and have a chat, please welcome Harry Styles!”

Jimmy Fallon announces Harry and a moment later he walks out from behind the scenes, the audience starts screaming as he waves at them approaching Jimmy.

“Thank you for coming, Harry,” the host greets him as they shake hands and do a brotherly hug.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he smiles back before they both take their seats and the cheering dies down.

“Harry, it’s so nice to see you again!”

“Nice to see you too, it’s been a while since we last met, right?”

“Yes, but you’ve been a busy man, so I don’t take it personal,” Jimmy laughs. “Y-You just released your third solo album!” he announces and he pulls up a Harry’s House CD from under the table, showing it to the camera as the audience starts cheering again.

“I did, yeah!” Harry nods proudly.

“It’s been a massive success, the first single, ‘As It Was’ has been on top of the toplists since the debut, so congrats!”

“Thank you. It’s so unbelievable that people are enjoying the album so much, it’s all I’ve ever wished for.”

“The reactions from fans have been amazing, they’ve been crying and screaming over the songs!” Jimmy laughs as they play a montage of videos and pictures from fans where they are reacting to listening to the album.

“Right, it’s been crazy,” Harry chuckles nodding.

“Do you have a favorite reaction you’ve seen so far?”

“There are so many hilarious ones, I loved seeing all the emotions, I don’t think that I can pinpoint a favorite one though.”

“Well, we have a favorite here around the studio,” Jimmy grins. “I don’t know if you know this, but Y/N Y/L/N is a huge fan of yours and she posted her reaction as well!”

“Oh I know about that,” Harry nods chuckling.

“Let’s-Let’s watch back the video she posted on her Instagram stories,” Jimmy tells before the video is played.

In the short recording you’re seen sitting at your dining table as Music For A Sushi Restaurant is played and you’re listening to it for the first time. The intro is playing as you’re moving along the music before his singing starts and your jaw hangs open, eyes wide as you gasp for air.

“Oh my God! Harry!” you gape, still moving to the music. Harry in the studio is now watching the video with a blush on his face, grinning ear to ear.

Then the part comes on when he sings ‘Just a little taste’ and you lose it in the video.

“Holy fucking shit!” you scream jumping up from the chair and Harry starts laughing with Jimmy.

The video ends, but they cut in the picture you posted right after, it’s you, lying on the floor with a pleased grin, the text ‘come and get your taste’ written on it.

“Oh my God,” Harry laughs, hiding his face in his hands.

“We know she is quite unfiltered, doesn’t shy away from saying whatever is on her mind and she didn’t hold back this time either!” Jimmy laughs.

“I’m flattered, really,” Harry mumbles with red cheeks.

“Did you know she was such a big fan of yours? Because it’s been confirmed by her several times that she is very much into you.”

“I’ve heard about it, yeah. It’s hard not to when she is doing so well, she is everywhere these days and I love her new music as well.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan of hers as well!”

“I definitely am, yeah.”

“Or are you just saying this so she doesn’t feel bad for being so unhinged?” Jimmy teases him laughing.

“I actually am,” Harry admits. “She is an amazing artist and I’ve been definitely listening to her music.”

“I’m not quite convinced, Harry. I have to quiz you to make sure you’re telling the truth!”

“Alright, I’m up for the challenge,” Harry chuckles.

“What was her first big hit?”

“Neon Love, came out in 2017,” he answers without hesitation, earning a round of applause instantly.

“Wow, nailed it! Okay, how many Grammy Awards has she won so far?”

“Three, so she actually has more than me!” Harry chuckles.

“Correct answer again!” Jimmy claps. “Okay, here is a hard one, if you get it right I’m convinced you’re actually a fan. She has a cover on her YouTube channel that has surpassed 33 million views by now. What’s this song?”

“Hello by Adele,” Harry answers again, of course, correctly and he even adds some extra info. “Fun fact, Adele reached out to her after the cover blew up and asked Y/N to perform with her at one of her concerts, they’ve been friends since then.”

“Holy Hell, you really are a fan!” Jimmy laughs with wide eyes.

“I told you!” Harry chuckles shrugging his shoulders. The conversation flows into another direction, but the internet catches onto it last and word gets to you about what he said about you.

You didn’t want to come today. You’ve been working nonstop this past week and all you wanted was to spend Saturday in bed watching Netflix. But you just simply can’t say no to Adele, it’s the law, right?

She texted you earlier that she’s having a barbeque to kick off the weekend and that she expects you to show up looking your best. That’s exactly what she wrote and you questioned why you need to dress up but she left you on read.

Adele left you on read.

So now here you are, looking bomb as hell walking into Adele’s house with a plate of cupcakes in your hands. It’s not your first time here, the two of you have been great friends in the past years, you’ve spend a thanksgiving dinner, several July 4th celebrations and even a New Year’s Eve here.

“My dear Y/N!” she greets you as soon as you walk in. “You look wonderful!”

“Thanks, you asked me to look hot for some reason,” you chuckle as you share a short hug and hand her the cupcakes.

“Sure and you do, come on in, the party is outside!” she announces, pulling you towards the sliding doors that lead out to the massive backyard. She seems extra excited to see you which is always nice, but very odd.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” you chuckle as she pulls you out to the terrace and you wave around to the people.

“Just stay here, I’ll be back in a minute. Stay here, okay?”

“Okay?” you chuckle in confusion.

She disappears inside and you join a group of guests, grabbing a drink for yourself while you wait for her to return. You get so involved in the conversation that you total miss it when the sliding door opens again, only notice that people start to look at you smirking as if they knew something you didn’t.

“Y/N?” you hear Adele call out your name from behind and you turn around, completely unsuspicious, only to almost have a heart attack.

She is standing there with a smug grin on her face and next to her there’s none other than Harry Styles himself, who seems just as shocked to see you as you are to finally see him in real life.

“Oh my fucking God!” you scream and drop to a squatting position, hiding your face in your hands after placing your drink onto the floor next to you.

The guests around you start clapping and cheering while you’re still just squatting in disbelief that you are finally meeting Harry Styles. Luckily, he seems just as starstruck as you are, a blush adorning his face as he covers his mouth while laughing.

“Come on, Y/N, go ahead and greet the man of your dreams!” Adele laughs, tapping your back to get you back up standing.

“I’m gonna pass out!” you shake your head, waving around with your hands before finally mustering up the courage to stand up and look at Harry.

He looks absolutely gorgeous. Even more than you imagined him all these years. He grins back at you, the two of you just staring at each other for a few minutes before he holds out his arms, an invitation for a hug that you gladly accept.

“I’m sorry for my dramatic reaction, but I just can’t believe we are finally meeting,” you admit chuckling as you wrap your arms around his torso while he wraps his muscular arms around your shoulders. He is an amazing hugger, he holds you tight and runs his hands up and down your back while you get lost in his sweet, intoxicating scent.

“I’m flattered you’re so excited to see me,” he chuckles, and then adds: “The feeling is mutual.”

“Oh my God, stop saying things like that or I’ll start crying!” you laugh as you loosen your hold around him. His handsome face come to your sight again and he is all flustered and giddy, just how you feel too, having him so close to you.

“Now you two can finally hit it on instead of just mushing around about each other!” Adele speaks up from the side, a pleased smirk spread across her face.

She was planning this all along and this is why she told you to dress up. She knew you’d be meeting Harry today.

“I guess not just the two of us have been waiting for this to happen finally,” Harry says with a shy smile. “So… can I get you another drink?” he asks, then his eyes move down to the one you put to the ground while you were freaking out. “Or you want to finish that first?”

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Adele!” Jimmy announces his next guest and the crowd cheers as she walks out, looking stunning as always.

The hug and take their seats as the clapping dies down.

“It’s so nice to have you here, thank you for dropping by while you’re in the city!”

“Oh, it’s always a pleasure.”

“You’ve been quite busy lately, so it’s so nice you could take the time to have a chat with me. You have new music coming out soon, you must be busy with your son as well,” Jimmy lists and she nods along smiling. “And you’ve been also playing matchmaker too, right?”

“Oh my God, I knew you’d bring it up!” she laughs clapping her hands as a photo of you and Harry comes up, the one that was taken the night the two of you finally met at Adele’s party, and the one that was later posted on Instagram, making your relationship official.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles we see here, very cozied up, right?”

“Yes, indeed, it’s the lovebirds,” she laughs nodding and the audience cheers at how she called the two of you lovebirds.

“They basically broke the internet when they made it official and I have heard you played a big role in bringing them together, is that right?”

“Absolutely!” she nods proudly. “I’ve known both of them for so long and they were into each other all this time. I mean, Y/N made it pretty obvious, but Harry was like a giggling little school girl too when she was brought up!” She throws her hands up in disbelief. “So I got fed up and brought them together. You should have seen their first time meeting!”

“Well, I’m glad you brought it up, because we do have a short video of that meeting,” Jimmy smirks before a video is played that was shot by probably one of the guests at the barbeque that day.

It’s short, only shows your outburst at seeing him and then you squat down before the hug happens and it cuts out there.

“They were both shitting their pants!” Adele laughs.

“It’s hilarious, but I guess it all turned out to be perfect, right?”

“Of course, they are disgustingly in love and I hope I’ll get an invitation to their wedding,” she jokes.

“I hope I get one too,” Jimmy laughs. “So who are you bringing together next?”

Without missing a beat she answers with a straight face.

“Lizzo and Chris Evans.”

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[auspicioustidings]

Hi!! So I absolutely love your little fanfic ‘Kiss In Payment’ it’s the most darling thing ever!

I don’t know if your taking suggestions, but I had the cutest idea for a continuation prompt!

Maybe one of the characters like Kate Lasswell or maybe John Price gets the reader some candy or sweets and makes sure to gift it to them in front of the others characters, and the reader is just soo happy and bubbly because they haven’t been gifted sweets for awhile!

And then maybe it becomes a cute little competition where the characters keep giving the reader new sweets and the reader is just so happy to accept all of them!

And you know continue to give them sweet and shy little kisses to the characters, I think it would be so funny if the characters get all blushy and flustered yet so prideful when the reader accepts their gifts and gives them kisses!

Idk I just had the random idea and I thought you would do the most amazing job to write it! 💕🌟

You are adorable birdie and I can only hope I have done this idea justice! This had not been proof read at all, sorry 🫠

Art of Warfare

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It was really a declaration of all out war. Absolute provocation is what it was, unjustifiable, would make the Geneva Convention cry.

“I didn't even know they did these anymore John!” you cried in absolute delight at the little ton of lemon drops that Price had just put on the counter for you.

They were so nostalgic, you remembered growing up there was always a tin in the front of the car. God you hadn't seen one of these tins since you were a kid. You had mentioned them in passing weeks ago, for him to have not only remembered but hunted them down for you? If you weren't already fairly certain you were in love with this man then the final nail was really in the coffin now.

You couldn't hold in your gratitude, launching yourself into his arms, your own looping around his neck and he spun you around with a laugh. His hat got knocked off by the force but he didn't really mind, he was too busy trying to fight the ferocious blush trying to glow on the tops of his cheeks.

“They're only lemon drops luv, I'll get you a hundred more tins if you want them” he said as he stopped spinning you and let you down to rest your tiptoes on his feet, his arms holding your waist.

Your brain was turning to a puddle this close to him and you tucked your face into his shoulder, hoping that if you weren't looking at him it might make things easier. Only now you could smell him, that deep cigar smoke mixed with a woody cologne that was just so perfectly John Price.

He knew that he couldn't keep you here forever with your breath so close to his throat and your body pressed to his without it having noticeable effect on him, but he took what he could get in the meantime, rubbing his jaw against your head and shooting a mean spirited grin of victory over to the others.

Well if that is how he wanted to play it he wouldn't be able to complain when his team proved just how well he had taught them the art of warfare.

-

Soap was prepared, he had a mission and he was going to execute. He had not considered the presence of a filthy traitor in his midst. This was beyond what was tolerable, this was such a bitter betrayal that he thought he may never trust again.

“I knew you would love them mi corazon, I wonder what you think would work for payment.”

You laughed and put down the box of chilli covered mango slices that you were incredibly excited to try so you could press a shy peck to his lips. It was still nerve wracking every time you worked up the courage to kiss someone but you tried your hardest not to immediately look away, instead just smiling sweetly up at him.

Rudy was absolute toast. He could not keep it together at all with you looking at him like that right after kissing him. He had mostly been joking, too used to Los Vaqueros where they would have laughed and repaid him by spear tackling him and wrestling him on the ground if he had made a comment like that.

Soap was livid and hoped Rudy simply melted into the ground so he could cover him in paper towels and then throw those paper towels into the sea. The man was only here because Soap had asked him for Mexican candy with the express intention that he would be the one to give it to you. And Rudy had went and stabbed him right in the back so he could get a sweet little kiss from you.

He didn't even deserve it either! If Soap had been the one on the receiving end he'd have played with you like he was so sure you would like, licked at your lips until you let him inside. It got him flustered just thinking about how cute and flustered you would be about it.

In the end you went off about your day and him and Rudy were stuck there locked in place for the next the minutes trying to calm down.

"She is a good kisser hermano."

"Away an' biel yer heid."

-

Ghost did not hate Johnny, he could never really hate Johnny. But if he didn't finish the job next time he was going to find Ghost an unforgiving Lieutenant.

He bristled watching Philip bloody Graves of all people explaining the different types of pralines in the stupid little box you were looking at with such glee. He should have known it wouldn't be long until he would come sniffing back around after he had met you the first time. That big Austrian has been useless at pretending to be your boyfriend to warn him off, man was too flustered for it to ever seem real.

It should have been him. If they had let Ghost “fake” date you then he could guarantee Graves would not be smiling at you the way he was doing. He would not have shown up in what Ghost could tell was probably his nicest jeans and shirt to try and charm you with his stupid “lil darlin’”s.

“Better watch sweetheart, don't want to contaminate your counter with any peanuts.”

You turned to see Simon and then panicked a little, thinking he was absolutely right. You'd need to stash these away in your living space immediately and not have them around the kitchen at all. They were properly boxed up but to be safe you'd need to deep clean.

Graves could only glower at how you immediately went into kitchen hygiene mode, thanking him politely in a rush before clearing away his gift to another room. Was it so terrible of him to want one soft little thing for himself?

“Ghost.”

“Graves.”

Neither budged, the attention of the whole shop firmly on the silent showdown between these two men as they glared daggers at one another, only to snap immediately into fondness when you returned before you could see their animosity.

“I'm really excited to try them later! Simon did you want tea?”

Ah screw it, he couldn't really help himself. Graves watched with no end of jealously and the rest of the shop watched with no end of fond amusement as Simon pulled you in and kissed you hard and fast, leaving you absolutely spinning with the explosion of butterflies in your stomach.

You only barely managed not to faint, going bright red and mumbling about getting his tea right away before stumbling your way to the kitchen.

“Ghost, that was not nice.”

“But it was satisfying.”

–

Honestly Farah could not believe how brainless her silly boys got from such simple affection from you. At least she was sort of keeping it together, but Alex and Gaz were just gone.

Kyle had filled them in when they had come to visit, told them all about the silent little war happening since Price had gotten you those lemon drops. She had been the one to propose they work as a team on this. Unlike Soap and Rudy, they could share.

Alex and Kyle had wanted to go for some expensive box of something, Farah knew better. You didn't actually care what you were being given, it was the fact that they were thinking of you that made you smile. So even though it was just a packet of werther's originals, you had been delighted. You treated it in the same level as you and when Keegan had brought you some handmade chocolate from the States (and swiftly denied to anyone that he had given you a gift at all), when Gromsko bought one of pretty much every Polish candy on the market it seemed like, when Calisto had travelled straight from Paris to give you macarons straight from her favourite bakery (Farah had to keep an eye on that one, she was sly as anything when it came to you).

She had moved out of the way to let you through yourself into a hug with the boys first, one arm over each of them. When you pressed your lips to Gaz's cheek, and then Alex's? Oh they were gone, totally turned to goo and gripping at each other to try and not let the cuteness aggression take over lest they attack you.

That was the plan after all, meant when you turned to thank Farah she not only had a captive audience, but they were helpless to do anything but watch as she turned her head to accept her kiss on the lips.

Farah really never met a war she wasn't determined to win.

–

It took the whole weekend and a boatload of help from the book club and (surprisingly) the D&D group, but you could not wait to give all your homemade little treats out. Maybe you'd earn some kisses of your own.

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[laineystein]

I know that the media would have you believing that war is constant and ruthless but sometimes it’s a lot of sitting around and waiting for orders. And a lot of talking. Really introspective talking. And the things that people say when there’s a very real chance that they might die, are probably the most poignant and well said. So here’s a conversation my unit had in a million different ways with a million different words:

We love beings Jews. We love being Israeli. We can’t imagine being anything else or belonging to any other group. But this statistic that we are 0.2% of the worlds population has been so much more than a statistic lately. We all feel it. We feel how so much of the world has turned their backs on us — how the same people that posted those stupid blue squares on instagram are now using language that calls for our genocide and the destruction of our homeland. We know that for so many people we are pawns in their political game. We know that so many people think we are sub-human and therefore deserving of less respect than any other person. We don’t need anyone to tell us what they think of us because so many people are showing us by what they’re doing or not doing. And that’s okay. We’re used to it. We’ve always been alone. We’ve always fought (and won) our own battles. We’ll win this one without any of you. It’s fine. But it makes me think about how the same people that alienate us are the ones that critique how we live in insular communities (like the neighborhood I grew up in Crown Heights) and how our religion is closed and how we don’t need a place (read: Israel) where we all live together (assumedly because no other group has such a place — which is just a total lie). And there’s this thought amongst many Jews that communities like the one I grew up in in Brooklyn exist as a result of the persecution we faced. Just like there’s this thought that Israel exists because of the Holocaust. The survivors of the worst thing that can happen to a group decided to live together and close out the outside world. Now I’d argue that we certainly haven’t closed anyone out in Israel - I’m currently serving with Israelis that are Arab and Druze. But is our country very Jew-centric? Absolutely. Just like Crown Heights is very Jew-centric. Goyim can/do live and visit Crown Heights but it is a place that caters to what is otherwise considered a counter-culture in America. Just like Israel caters to Jews in an area of the world where all of us were expelled. We are fine living in these places. We have created these communities and curated them to our Jewish way of life. But people wonder why we close ourselves off and why we need special spaces - and that same ignorance is the answer. Sure, our diets are different and we have laws about how we go to school and work and pray that make it very difficult to live in a non-Jewish world but there’s a very real truth that so many people are scared to say aloud so I will: We don’t trust goyim. Goyim have never stood up for us or protected us. Only we can keep ourselves safe. Only we truly care about our wellbeing. We do not feel safe around goyim. And I think we have every right to be distrustful. We have every right to think that our survival and security rests solely in our fellow Jew. So while this has all proven that the Jewish people are amazing and loving and stronger than even we knew, it’s also only cemented this idea that we absolutely need our own world. And it’s clear that we’ve essentially lived in our own world all this time anyway - our world view is not your world view. Our experiences are so incredibly different than the goy experience. If you’re not Jewish and especially if you’re not an Israeli Jew, you can’t possibly understand any of this. And that’s fine! But don’t get angry when, in the absence of your support, we’ve figured it out. And don’t be upset when your Jewish friends - Israeli or not - have pushed you away because you didn’t show up in the way they’d hoped. You’ve merely proven us right. We do not need you. Our communities are enough. Our country is enough. Together, we will outlive you.

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[bellaireland1981]

Starting Over | 3

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie!   The Dagger squad

Word Count: 5313

Warnings: Angst, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

A/N:  I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys​ as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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CH 1  CH 2 

“You definitely have enough of a case with the text messages and voicemails alone to be given a fairly cut and dry divorce on grounds of emotional and mental abuse, Y/N.” Lauren Kennedy said, the next day. Jake had once again worked his brotherly magic and arranged for Penny to watch Gracie while you had the appointment.  “I have to tell you, even given the fact that he is in Texas, the nature of these texts and voicemails becoming increasingly hostile and threatening, I would recommend requesting an order of protection as well for both you and Gracie. With that said, I’m assuming you want complete custody of the child?”

“If there is a way to make sure he has absolutely no rights to her, that is what I want.” You said. “I don’t want or need child support from him. He’s admitted to never wanting her, does that count in our favor?”

“It does.” She said, “Would the protection order be something you would be willing to pursue?”

“He’s never physically laid a hand on me. Would a judge even order it without him physically harming me?” You asked

“With the escalating calls and texts, I would say the probable cause for him to become physical is not too far fetched.” She said gently, “I’m assuming you haven’t listened to the more recent calls or the messages he has sent your brother?”

“No.” You admitted, “It became too much and Jake just got me a new phone and number so I wouldn’t have to. If you think it’s for the best and necessary then yes, I am willing to request the order of protection.”

“I think it’s always better to be safe than sorry,” She said, “especially when a child is involved.”

“I will do anything to protect Gracie.” You said. “I have to be honest with you Ms. Kennedy, I don’t have a lot of money. I have a credit card I was able to get without Trent knowing, but he never let me have access to our accounts.”

“I’m willing to take you on as a client at a very low rate.” She said, “I was you, Y/N. My story is almost identical to yours. I was able to get out because I had people helping me. Now, I get to do the same thing for other women. There is a whole amazing life waiting for you. I’m going to help you grab it with both hands.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” You said, wiping away the tears that were streaming down your face. “Thank you… It doesn’t seem like enough… but thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” She smiled, “I’ll get started on the paperwork and get it all filed ASAP. I’ll just need to know if there is any personal property you’re wanting me to include in the papers?”

“No, I got most of Gracie’s stuff before I left and I don’t care about any of my stuff.” You replied, “I’d honestly be shocked if any of it was still there anyway. I just want to be done with him and to move on…and I want my maiden name back.”

“That’s an easy enough fix once the divorce is finalized, I can walk you through that process.” She smiled, knowingly. “I’d say we should be able to petition the court for a name change for Gracie too.”

“That would be amazing.” You replied, “I want to cut him from my daughter’s life completely so she never knows the pain of a piece of shit father.”

“I will get this ball rolling and keep you in the loop on where things are at all times.” She promised, “I have to caution you that he may escalate in behavior once he’s served with papers. I urge you to keep up what you’ve been doing and not engage with communication. All communication can go through myself and a lawyer of his choosing if he hires one.”

“Trust me, I’m more than happy to not have to talk to him.” You answered, “It’ll make Jake happy too. He’s definitely not a fan of Trent’s.”

After leaving the lawyer’s office you sent a quick text to Jake to let him know it had gone well. You stopped off at the grocery store to pick up the stuff you’d need to make dinner. You decided to use your credit card instead of the card Jake had given you. You mentally added finding a job to your to do list though.  Once you had everything you needed for the dinner you loaded the car with the groceries and headed back to the house.

“Thank you so much for watching her, Penny.” You said once you were inside and set the bags down on the counter. “I hope she was well behaved for you.”

“She was an absolute angel.” she replied, smiling, “It’s no trouble at all, Y/N. Honestly, I’m happy to help whenever I can.”

“I’m blown away by the amazing group of people my brother’s surrounded himself with.” You said, “It’s definitely not something we were used to having growing up.”

“I gathered as much.” She said, smiling gently. “I’ve had a soft spot for your brother since he first got to Top Gun as a new recruit. Saw right through the tough guy, cocky aviator act.”

“I’m glad he’s gotten better at letting people in.” You smiled, “He’s one of the best men I know. I might be biased because he’s my big brother and practically raised me himself, even though he was just a kid, but they don’t come better than Jakey.”

“You know,” Penny said, “I know you’re going through one hell of a tough spot right now, and it might seem a little hopeless, but as someone who’s been in your shoes, Sweetheart, I want you to know… you’ll find happiness after all of the dust settles.”

“I think one I’m free of Trent, I just want to focus on being a good mom to Gracie and building a new life for us here… one where Jake doesn’t have to support us, preferably.” You replied, “Maybe I’m just meant to be single. It’s not like men will be lining up at the door to date a single mom…an unemployed one at that.”

“Well the unemployment part I can help with.” Penny said, “I could use some help at the bar during the day. Keeping track of the ordering and the paperwork side of the bar is not my favorite. If you’re interested, I’d happily throw that stuff your way. It’s part time for now, but it might help get you back on your feet.”

“I don’t have anywhere for Gracie to go while I work right now.” You replied, “I’d love to accept the job…can I have a few days to try to find a sitter?”

“Of course.” Penny replied, “Let me know if you need any help. Once school is out for the summer, I’m sure Amelia would love to babysit too if you need it.”

“Thank you, Penny.” You said, “For everything.”

“Of course.” She replied, smiling, “You’re family now, Y/N. I know you’ve heard it a lot since getting here but it’s true.”

“I’m starting to think coming here was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You smiled, tears once more forming in your eyes.

“It’s your fresh start.” She said, “Now’s your chance to make the life you want…for yourself and Gracie.”

“I was actually talking to Jake about maybe going back to school.” You admitted, “I need to get through the divorce first and find some semblance of a new ‘normal’ for Gracie and me, but then… maybe.”  

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Penny said. “And don’t close yourself off to other possibilities either. You deserve a shot at happiness after this is over.”

“So I’ve heard.” You replied, “I just highly doubt men are lining up to take on a 26 year old divorcee with a toddler.”

“I can name one, that from what I saw when we were here helping get Gracie’s room set up, would be more than happy to be at the front of that line and be given a shot.” Penny said, “I don’t know how Jake would feel about it, but I for one can and will vouch for him.”

“Who?” You replied, shocked. You hadn’t noticed anyone paying any more attention than the others.

“Rooster.” She smiled, like the cat that caught the canary. “He was lookin’ pretty smitten with you and he definitely fell head over heels for that little girl.”

“Bradley?” You asked, eyes wide, still reeling from this tidbit of information. “I think he was just being nice. He’s really good with Gracie, but all of Jake’s friends were.”

“Just my observation.” She said, not wanting to spook you, “Just don’t count yourself out from finding a good man. Trent is the exception, not the norm. Real men, secure men…they don’t treat women like that.”

With those words of wisdom, Penny said goodbye and told you to call her about the job. Once she’d left you turned on music quietly in the kitchen and got to work preparing dinner for your brother. He had sent a text earlier to let you know the whole squad had jumped at the chance at a home cooked meal. You seasoned the pork roast and started it cooking so you could add the bbq and shred it later. The chicken you were frying so you needed to wait until closer to dinner. You got the ribs ready to start cooking before adding them to the oven. You planned on putting them out on the grill when it got closer. Once you had the meat sorted, you set to work whipping up a batch of the honey cornbread that Jake loved, opting to bake them into muffins for the safe of ease. Once those were in the oven baking, you set to work mixing up some bbq sauce. You hated to have to cheat and use store bought as your base, but you quickly added everything you needed to make it better. By the time you were cleaning the kitchen up from your first round of cooking, Gracie was waking up.

You wiped your hands to dry them and headed back to her room to change her diaper before bringing her out. She was starting to show signs of being ready to potty train so you made a mental note to pick up pull ups and a toddler potty next trip to the store.

“Hi, Gracie girl!” You said, walking into her room. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, surrounded by pillows, looking very much like the princess Jake called her. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Mommy!” She said, her little voice still sounding sleepy, “You back!”

“I’m back, Sweetheart.” You smiled, reaching out to pick her up. She happily stood and toddled to the edge for you to pick her up. “Let’s change your diaper then you can play while mommy makes you a snack ok?”

“Otay, Mommy.” She said, “Nanas?”

“Absolutely you can have a banana.” You agreed, “Did you have fun with Miss Penny?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, happily, “Penny pway!”

“Penny played with you?” You asked as you changed her diaper.

“Yes!” She confirmed, “Mommy, Unko Jakey home?”

“Not yet, Sweetie but he’ll be home soon.” You assured her. “Uncle Jakey’s friends are coming over tonight too.”

“Woosta?” She asked, her eyes getting big. “Pwease, Mommy?”

“Rooster will be here too.” You promised, your mind quickly drifting to the last part of the conversation with Penny. You knew for certain that Gracie was taken with Bradley. She’d latched onto him almost from the instant they met. It made you wish her own father was as attentive and sweet with her as Bradley was.

You set Gracie down on the floor by her toys and went to cut up a banana for her. You put the banana into a bowl and then set it at the table by her Booster chair and got her a cup of milk in her sippy cup. Before you had a chance to go collect her though, the front door opened and you heard her squeal in delight.

You stepped into the living room in time to see Jake drop his flight bag and swoop Gracie into his arms, grinning ear to ear…both of them. He moved away from the door, kicking it closed with his foot, as he smothered Gracie with kisses, earning himself full on belly laughs from his niece.

“You’re home early.” You noticed, “I figured you’d be home closer to dinner time.”

“Mav had us knock off early.” Jake replied, laughing with Gracie. “We were in the air all morning and then went over next week’s plan for the new recruits. Wrapped up early so he dismissed us. Everyone was in a hurry to get out of there and get cleaned up. I think they’ll be descending on us here soon.”

“Home cooked food is really that much of a draw?” You asked, surprised, “Don’t any of them know how to cook?”

“Some better than others.” He replied, “But a home cooked meal they don’t have to prepare themselves is definitely a draw.”

“Well, then I guess we are going to make this a weekly event.” You declared, “I can’t have them starving from their own cooking. They’ll get at least one good meal a week.”

“I’m sure they won’t say ‘no’ to that, Tulip.” He grinned, “Thank you, by the way. I know your ulterior motives behind this dinner….and the weekly dinners you’re proposing.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Bubs.” You winked, knowing he was right. You were doing this on purpose. You wanted to give his friends, Phoenix specifically, a chance to see the real Jake more often. “Go shower, you smell like jet fuel. Then you can help me by keeping Gracie occupied while I cook.”

“Deal!” He said, handing Gracie to you and picking up his bag from where he’d dropped it, “Be right back Princess G, then we’ll play! Uncle Jakey will take you outside.”

You managed to get Gracie strapped into her booster seat to eat her banana while you got out everything you needed to get the sides going for dinner. You checked the meat, pulling the ribs from the oven and letting the cornbread muffins continue to bake.  By the time you were ready to start getting the ingredients out to coat the chicken with before frying, Jake was walking into the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.

“Brave to wear white when around Gracie.” You teased, “And barbecue sauce.”

“I love living on the edge,” He laughed, “What can I say?”

“While you’re outside, can you start the grill?” You asked, “The ribs need to go on to finish cooking.”

“Sure thing.” He replied, “Anything else I can do to help?”

“Just keeping Gracie entertained is a huge help.” You said, “Besides, this is your ‘thank you’ dinner. I’m not letting you help.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss on your head and getting Gracie from the booster. “Come on, Princess G. You can help me start the grill and we’ll play outside while Mommy works her magic in the kitchen.”

“Pway!!” She clapped, “Byebye Mommy!”

“Have fun, Sweetie.” You laughed, “Listen to Uncle Jakey.”

The two of them left the kitchen and you returned your attention to getting dinner ready. Once the muffins were done you set them to cool. You decided to add loaded smashed potatoes to the menu for the night, so you set potatoes on the stove to boil. Once they were done, you’d smash them onto a cooking sheet before loading them with cheese, bacon bits and chives and would bake them until the cheese melted. They were also one of Jake’s favorites. The two of you had done most of the cooking growing up. He’d loved it when you’d learned to cook, and had happily turned that task over to you.

“Hello?” You heard a voice from the front room.

“In here!” You called, continuing to move around the kitchen, preparing the dinner. You figured Jake’s friends knew to just come on in.

“Damn, it smells amazing in here.” Bradley said, stepping into the kitchen, holding a small bouquet of flowers. You felt warmth creep over your face and it had nothing to do with the stove being on.

“Hopefully it all tastes just as good.” You replied, smiling.

“I’m sure it will.” He said, then remembering the flowers, he blushed slightly, holding them out to you. “I brought these for you.”

“They’re beautiful, Bradley.” You replied, smiling as you gently took to flowers, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome” He said, smiling back, “Didn’t want to come empty handed when you were gracious enough to invite us all for dinner. Thank you for saving me from my own cooking.”

“Jake said some of you cooked better than others.” You laughed, cutting the stems and placing the flowers into a pitcher as a makeshift vase. “I’m happy to cook for you all. You’ve been a huge help since I showed up on Jake’s doorstep, this is the least I can do. I also told him I’m making this a weekly thing, so whoever is available can come over and I’ll feed everyone.”

“You’re a goddess.” He declared, winking, “You should know that strays, when fed…keep coming back.”

“It’s a good thing then that I don’t mind picking up strays.” You laughed, opening the fridge. “Do you want a beer?”

“I’d love one, Y/N.” He replied, “Thank you.”

You handed him the beer, reaching back in to grab one for yourself. You popped the cap off the bottle and took a drink before setting it down on the counter.

“Can you do me a favor and run these out to Jake?”  You asked, picking up the platter of ribs, “They need to go on the grill.”

“Absolutely.” He replied, taking the platter and his beer and heading out to the backyard.

You took a deep breath, finding yourself smiling as you continued to prepare dinner.

Everyone started arriving after Bradley got there, including Mav who had graciously accepted the offer to not eat his own cooking as well. You’d managed to get the rest of the food prepared and set out on the counter so they could come through buffet style and pile food on their plates. You plated some of the food you knew Gracie would like and be able to eat on her plate, getting her set up at the table. Bob, Phoenix, Bradley, Jake and Mav sat around the table. Coyote, Fanboy and Payback sitting at the kitchen island with their food.

You sat down between Gracie and Bradley once everyone had their food and were settled.

“This. is. AMAZING, Y/N.” Coyote groaned in delight, digging into his meal. “I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”

“I will definitely have to run extra miles tomorrow,” Fanboy added, “Extra time in the gym for sure once I fill up on all of this.”

“Thank you for feeding me.” Bob said, “This is the best meal I’ve had since I was home last year for Christmas.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, heat creeping over your face at the praise. You weren’t really used to people complimenting your cooking. Trent had always complained it wasn’t good enough.

“I told y’all you were in for a treat.” Jake said, beaming at you, “Y/N offered to feed you heathens once a week. Dagger squad weekly dinner?”

“I am so here.” Phoenix said, “But Y/N, you are not cooking every week. That’s not fair to you.”

“I honestly don’t mind.” You shrugged, “I like cooking.”

“Well, we’ll at least help.” Bradley added, “Or order takeout occasionally to give you a break.”

“Ordering takeout defeats the purpose of a home cooked dinner night.” You laughed.

“OK then occasionally you let us grill or something so you’re not doing it all.” Bradley suggested, “I mean, we can pretty much all grill at least.”

“I suppose,” You acquiesced, “But only occasionally.”

“We’ll negotiate the frequency later.” Jake added, knowing how stubborn his little sister was. “Who’s up for the zoo tomorrow?”

“Zoo!” Gracie cheered, “Aminals?”

“Princess G has spoken.” Jake laughed, “Yea, baby girl, we’ll go see animals!”

“I’m in!” Bradley said, winking at Gracie, “Wanna see some lions and tigers, Princess?”

“Wions! Woaw!” Gracie clapped, giggling.

Everyone laughed at her imitation of a lion. You brushed her hair back from her face, dropping a kiss on her head. It made you heart melt to see your little girl happy and surrounded by people who loved her.  Jake, catching your gaze, offered a smile and a wink. He knew this was all still really new to you.

“I’d love to see some animals!” Bob added, “Can I come too, Gracie?”

“Yes!” Gracie said, causing everyone to laugh.

“Alright, then!” Jake said, “Dagger squad field trip to the zoo!”

After dinner you’re clearing away the leftovers, placing everything into containers and putting it in the fridge when Phoenix comes into the kitchen with Jake. You picked up a dishcloth and dunked it into the soapy dishwater to start the dishes.

“Put down the rag and step away from the dishes” Jake ordered, “Get yourself a drink and go sit down. Relax.”

“You cooked,” Phoenix said, “That means no kitchen clean up.”

“No arguments, Tulip.” Jake said, seeing you were about to protest. “Drink and go relax.”

“Yes, Sir.” You mock saluted him, then tossed a smile at Phoenix as you grabbed a beer and left the kitchen.

You walked into the living room to see Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy on the couch and floor playing a video game on the TV. Bradley, Mav and Bob were entertaining Gracie with all of her toys in the corner of the living room. You smiled as you watched the three grown men playing dolls with your toddler. You quickly pulled out your phone, snapping a picture before you made your way over to them.

“Mommy, pway too?” Gracie said, looking up from her toys. Bradley looked up, smiling at you, scotting over to give you room to join them all.

“Mommy would love to play, Gracie.” You replied, setting your beer down on the cabinet before dropping down to the floor to join the baby doll party.  “In the interest of full disclosure, I definitely snapped a picture of you three playing dolls with Gracie. I fully plan to add it to a picture show at her wedding someday.”

“Wow.” Mav laughed, “She’s already getting blackmail photos.”

“I for one am happy to contribute to happy memories for this cute little Princess.” Bob said, handing Gracie a princess doll.

“I will happily embarrass myself if it makes the two of you smile.” Bradley agreed, reaching over to ruffle Gracie’s hair.

“She is an amazing little girl, Y/N.” Mav said, “You’ve done a wonderful job with her. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, suddenly choked up. “You have no idea how much it means to hear that.”

Bradley reached over, gently squeezing your shoulder in comfort, offering a gentle smile.  

You let Gracie continue to play for a few more minutes until Jake and Phoenix were done in the kitchen. You smiled watching them laugh together over something as they walked into the living room to join the rest of the rest of the group.

Bradley leaned over so he could whisper, “I see your game plan, Little Seresin. Count me in.” He winked when you shot him a guilty smirk.

“Gracie girl, it’s bath time!” You told your daughter. “Tell everyone thank you for playing with you.”

She toddled over, hugging them one by one. When she got to Bradley, flashed him a big toothy grin. Your daughter had good taste in men, you had to admit. She was clearly taken with him. He hugged her tightly and dropped a kiss on her head before releasing her.

“Have fun, Princess.” He said, “Get squeaky clean!”

“Otay, Woosta!” She agreed, letting you lead her away.

“I’ll tuck you in and read you a book when you’re all clean, Princess G!” Jake promised his niece.

“Otay, Unco Jakey!” She said happily.

You got her into the bath, washing her hair and body before letting her play for a bit. She loved the water and bath time so you always hated to rush her.

While watching her scoop water with her toys, someone knocked on the door.

“It’s open!” You called. Phoenix poked her head in, smiling.

“Mind if I come in?” She asked

“Join the party!” You invited her. She opened the door further, stepping in.

“Thanks again for having us all over for dinner.” She said, “And for offering to put up with us all once a week to feed us.”

“It’s really no trouble at all” You promised, “I’m happy to have you all here. So is Jake. He might not admit it often or freely, but you all mean the world to him. He loves having you all here.”

“It’s nice to see him with Gracie…and with you.” She said, “He’s softer.”

“I hate to ruin his street cred but Jake’s always been a softy” You said, “He just had to develop a harder shell because of our parents.”

“I like the softer Jake….” She admitted, “Maybe too much. It’ll only end up complicating things.”

“I have a feeling it’s a whole lot less complicated than you think.” You said, “And for the record, I’m pretty positive that Jake likes you too.”

“Mommy, me done.” Gracie said, standing up in the tub.

“Ok, Sweet girl,” You said, “Let’s get you out and ready for bed.”

“I’m gonna head out, but I’ll see you tomorrow for the zoo.” Phoenix said, “Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

“Night!” Gracie said, smiling at her.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” She said.

“Goodnight, Nat.” You smiled. You got Gracie out, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her to her room. You got her into her PJs and combed her hair, drying it as best you could with the towel. Tomorrow would be a pigtail day for sure.

You were getting her settled into her bed when Jake appeared in the room.

“My girl ready for me?” He asked.

“She’s all yours, Uncle Jakey.” You smiled. Before leaving the room you bent over and gave her baby girl a kiss, “Goodnight my little Angel. I love you. Sweet Dreams.”

“Wuv you Mommy.” She smiled back sweetly.

You picked up the wet towel and took it back to the bathroom, hanging it over the shower to dry before making your way back out the living room.  Everyone had left except for Bradley who was picking up the toys and placing them all back into the toybox in the corner.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You said, smiling as you popped down onto the oversized stuffed chair next to the couch. “Thank you, though.”

“It’s not a problem at all.” He replied, “It was just a few dolls and their accessories.”

“For someone so small, Gracie is a single toddler tornado some days.” You laughed, “Keeping up with her is a full time job in and of itself.”

“I can only imagine.” He replied, offering a smile as he lowered himself down onto the couch. “She’s great though. She naturally pulls you in. I swear she can make anyone fall in love with her in 5 seconds flat.”

“Apparently not her father.” You replied, sighing, “But pretty much everyone else yeah. She’s my whole world.”

“He’s a worthless bastard with no spine.” Bradley said, his voice taking on an angry edge to it. “He doesn’t deserve Gracie. Or you for that matter. He sure as fuck doesn’t deserve the title of ‘father’.”

“You’re very sweet, Bradley.” You smiled, “I’m kinda hoping that soon, he won’t be anything to either of us.”

“I hope so too.” He agreed. “You both deserve so much more, Y/N.”  

You felt butterflies take flight in your stomach at his words. It had been a long time since you’d felt those.

“Can I get you a drink?” You asked, trying to keep from being awkward, “There’s leftover dessert too if you would like some of that.”

“I should actually get going, but thank you.” He said, flashing a sincere smile your way, “Dinner really was amazing and I’m already looking forward to next week.”

“Let me know if you ever have any special requests.” You offered, “I’m always game to make new things.”

“I just might take you up on that.” He replied, “I’ll see you tomorrow for the zoo. Make sure to lock the door behind me, ok?”

“Be ready to chase after Gracie.” You teased, “She’s a handful. And I’ll lock it behind you.”

Jake came in shortly after Bradley had left. You were on the chair again, your head laid back on the cushion.

“She’s out.” He said, sitting on the end of the couch closest to you. “Thanks for tonight, Tulip. It was really nice having everyone over.”

“You’re welcome Jakey.” You replied, rolling your head to face him, too tired to pick it up off the back of the chair. “They’re a lot of fun. I like them.”

“You’ve definitely secured yourself a squad full of best friends now.” Jake chuckled, “How did it go with the lawyer? We haven’t had a chance to talk since I got home.”

��It went really well.” You reported, “She’s going to take the case and said she’d charge at a very discounted rate. She thinks I should file an order of protection too to be on the safe side and that any contact with him will go through her.”

“That’s amazing, Tulip!” He said , his whole face lighting up with a smile. “Did she give a timeline?”

“Not really. She’s going to get papers started to serve him.” You said, “She said he might start calling more or escalate once he’s served, which is also why she wants me to file an order of protection.”

“I fully support that.” Jake said, “I also wouldn’t put it past him to come out here, Tulip. We need to make sure you and Gracie are safe.”

“I don’t think he’d come all the way out here, Jakey.” You said, “His pride will be hurt but really I’m giving him what he wanted… to be free of my and Gracie.”

“Don’t underestimate him, Y/N.” Jake insisted, “I’ve heard the messages he’s left you and for me. I’ll feel better if we take precautions to keep you both safe.”

“I’ll be careful.” You promised, “I’m mostly with you anyway except for when you’re on base. Penny offered me a job today too. She said she needs someone to help with paperwork and the inventory side of things…I told her I need to work out childcare but I’d get back to her.”

“I can ask on base for recommendations for a sitter or daycare.” Jake offered, “Someone’s got to have good reliable sitters.”

“They can’t cost an arm and a leg though either.” You said, “Working just to pay daycare defeats the purpose.”

“I’ll ask around.” Jake said, “In the meantime, you are well past exhausted. Go get some sleep, Tulip. We’ve got a big day at the zoo ahead of us.”

“You’re right.” You replied, stretching as you got up. “Goodnight Jakey. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tulip.” He answered, “Sweet dreams.”

After you headed to your room, Jake checked all of the doors, making sure they were locked, before he turned out the lights and found his way to his own bed.

A/N:  Hoping you all are liking this series so far! Please let me know your thoughts! 

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[intheorangebedroom]

Hello! Aside from your gorgeous amazing fic pleased to meed you, can you recommend some frankie fics? All kinds but angst is a preference 😌

Hey Nonnie! Thank you so much for your kind words and for this ask, I am insanely honoured that you’d ask me to rec some fics for our Pilot™️ ☺️🥰

I actually read very little for Frankie, because I have such a precise vision of him, one that I’m so insanely deeply in love with, I’m scared to venture into someone else’s.

This said, I do have some recommendations:

@frannyzooey Kelli’s Frankie masterlist has everything you need: girl dad /competent /sweet /confident Frankie with Weeknights, on-brand tender desperate filth with Box Set (I’m so fucking in love with Box Set Frankie it’s obscene. OBSCENE), and angst that will bring you to your knees with the one shots Listen and Need which HAVE. WRECKED. ME. Don’t forget to check her Pioneer Frankie and her Cabin Frankie (this one’s a menace, prepare to die).

@the-ginger-hedge-witch Ren’s Forest Ranger Frankie is my ultimate comfort fic. Rain will ruin you, I kid you not. It’s one of my all time favourite, so make sure to read all the one shots that follow to soothe your broken heart. And then, there’s the absolute ruler of my heart: Adversity Frankie. I would kill for this man. I adore him with everything I got. Adversity is a m/m/f that pairs Frankie with Ezra and it changed my life.

@fuckyeahdindjarin Cee has only one Frankie story (for now, but more is to come and I’m so excited for it!). Grays is a two part story, but there are also some goodies in the Fun Things section of her masterlist. Cee is so good with descriptions and characterisation, her Frankie is top tier and her readers are always a delight, Shiv from Grays being no exception.

@charnelhouse Charnie ruined my life with Watch Your Step Frankie. Unfortunately, if you haven’t read it yet, you’ll have to wait for the book to be published (I cannot fucking wait). Her won’t you let me go down in my dreams Frankie is also a treat. Fuck, I am really in love with this man in every universe, am I? Do I need professional help?

@djarinsbeskar Talking about falling in love with the man in every universe, on September 22nd, Rachel’s A Sensual Summoning is coming out and I am soooooo ready! In the meantime, you can get a peek at her excellent Frankie with Lucid Dreaming, still ongoing.

@gracie7209 Last but not least, Gracie has a series called Amaryllis that she just completed (yay you Gracie!!!). I haven’t had time to dive into it yet, but I’m looking forward to!

That’s all I can think of for now, it’s not much, I’m sorry, I’m an obsessive reader who read the same stuff over and over until I get it all memorised…

Thanks again for your trust, Nonnie 🧡🧡🧡 Happy reading and please, come back to tell me what you loved!

#sorry this took me long #I’m away atm #I’m so honoured by this ask #fic rec #my favourite fics #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #the pilot™️ #Box Set Frankie and Adversity Frankie can do whatever the fuck they want to me #I’ll still ask for more