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em0avacado · 3 years

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( Coco Cruz x Reader )

a/n : this is how i cope, don’t mind me, i’m just breaking my own heart.

trigger warnings : none i don’t think? except heart break, sadness. ends happy tho. i think. maybe.

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They say that, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be, if it doesn’t? well you just couldn’t accept that. You’d poured every ounce of yourself into him, you’d told him all your fears, all your pet peeves, all your insecurities, because you trusted him. You’d accepted all his weird quirks, all the strange habits he had that you looked past, youd accepted him for who he was, as you do when you love someone as much as you loved him. You supported him, mentally and physically, from up close and from far away. You encouraged him, reminded him of little things he easily forgot, you told him every day how proud you were of him, how loved and appreciated he was.

He used to do the same for you, used to. But at some point, he began holding back, he stopped doing things he started doing to win you over. You used to have a list of pet names hed call you when he babied you, now it was just ‘baby’ if he was in a good mood, or [Y/N]. You noticed it as soon as it started, you noticed everything. You knew he was stressed so you didn’t want to push it, but you also know that “stressed” was a norm for Coco, so you couldn’t wrap your head around it entirely. He started coming home later, crashing on the couch in hopes of “not disturbing your sleep.” it sounded like an excuse to you, and it hurt. it really fucking hurt you.

At some point, you’d had enough of your boyfriend distancing himself like that, ignoring your feelings, ditching you when you needed him, you couldn’t live that way, you wouldn’t. So, when he came home, you’d waited up for him, sitting at the small kitchen table you both used to enjoy your breakfast on every Sunday, now it stood empty, with nothing but a stack of newspapers from the passing weeks piled on it. With a bit of liquid courage crashing against the rocks of ice as you swirled the brown liquid around in the cup, your eyes felt red with fire, and your cheeks were stained with few dried tears that rolled down your face as your mind came up with the worst possible results you could imagine, all to which, came true. With a jingle of his keys in the lock, you straightened your posture, looking at him.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked her, that same vacant look on his face.

“I wanted to talk”

“it can wait till morning.”

“it really can’t.” with that, she was met with utter annoyance, and an obnoxious scoff that made her blood boil.

“go on then.”

“you’ve distanced yourself, so hard. I barely see you. We don’t sleep in the same bed, I can’t remember the last time you touched me, hell, even looked at me like you used to. What’d I do?” that was your go to, blaming yourself. It’s how you dealt with the unexplained.

“Get off my ass, [Y/N].” He dismissed you, you watched as he pulled off his kutte, and settled into the couch. You kept your eyes on him, murder on your mind. God he irritated you, you wanted to take his neck between your hands and wring it. Maybe that’d breathe some sense into him, if you deprived him of oxygen a little. But you didn’t need another felony charge, you inhaled deeply, balling your fists, the sting of your nails digging into the palm of your hand bringing you back from picturing all the ways you’d brutally murder him, out of love, of course.

If you loved someone... you’d refrain from strangling them, you turned from the spot you stood, and headed into the bedroom. You did the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but they worked only slightly. You grabbed a duffel bag, and started shoving clothing into it, as much as you could, you pushed all the belongings you’d need the next few days, and zipped it up. Pulling on a hoodie, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, and headed out. You walked passed him without a word, when you went to grab your car keys, you did the only petty thing you’d let yourself, trying to be the better person, you hid every single key to everything you had, knowing how easily he lost keys, you’d help him, in your own favour, however.

You left, and you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The mere thought of Coco made you tear up, and it didn’t help that every tiny thing made you think about the lost love that still caused your chest to feel like it was about to concave. This wasn’t natural, you hadn’t felt like this, you were the queen of bottling up emotions, and ignoring them so you didn’t feel the pain of anything. But as you lived and breathed, everything reminded you of him.

You were in the middle of a girls lunch date, it’d been weeks since your seen your girlfriends since you’ve been trying to isolate yourself trying to get over this man, in the midst of drinking mimosas on the balcony of one of those entirely too fancy restaurants, you were laughing at highschool memories of your best friend who would start fights in the halls because she was bored, it was then, when a roar of motorcycles sped past where you were sitting, and it threw you into a whirl wind of emotions.

“make sure you hold on tight, mamas. Wouldnt want you to fall off.” the smirk heard in Coco’s voice sent a chill down your spine, being too intimidated by any sort of physical contact, usually, you usually ease yourself into it, but with Coco? It was brash and sudden, he started the bike, and gave you maybe a millisecond to grab a hold on him.

A little squeal forced its way out of your mouth as you quickly grabbed onto him, gripping onto your own hands, clinging to him. You buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle, and wanted to knock him out right then and there, but perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. It took you a moment, but once you opened your eyes, and watched as buildings, cars, people, hills and piles of dirt passed you by, trees whipping by. You felt yourself calm, you felt at peace. The wind flipped through your locks of hair, his scent filling your senses.

“This isn’t that bad.” you heard yourself admit in a soft mumble, you shut your eyes and felt the wind attack your face, balancing your inner battles with yourself. You felt peace in Coco, he tamed your chaos, and you his. God, what you’d give to feel like this all the time, but you only felt it with him.

You felt your throat burn, your bottom lip lodged itself between your teeth, and you did your best to fight the rage that tinged your eyes with tears. Your friends saw this, noticing immediately, the emotion that washed over your face, paling your features and dimming a smile that brought them laughter that lasted for days. You’d always been the group clown, with the loudest laugh, the brightest smiles, you were the one they’d all turn to when they couldn’t hold themselves up. You were a force to be reckoned with, you fought their battles when they couldn’t even hold themselves up. You never failed to show up with booze and ice cream to heal broken hearts. You brought things that made you think of friends, you remembered the finest details and came through every time. You listened to the quietest ones, heard every story, laughed at the lamest jokes. Seeing you with tears streaming involuntarily down your face as you tried to hide it, wiping them as fast as they came, it broke their collective hearts. They looked at one another, an unspoken question “how do you skip to the part of the storm that sprouts the flowers when the rain stops?”

Your relationship with sleep was toxic, it came and went as it pleased, your eyes were sunken, it was three A.M. and you felt your thoughts running through your mind a million miles a minute. Your head in your hands as another memory floated to the surface.

Panic overwhelmed you, hearing something, or someone, rustling around the kitchen, you grabbed the gun you kept tucked under your mattress. You cocked it, and took the safety off, holding it out in front of you in a defensive position. You opened your creaking door, the noise working at your nerves as you creeped into the kitchen where the only thing that illuminated the dark room was the bulb from the old white fridge. You watched silently as the head ducked from inside the fridge, you found it peculiar, but all you saw was a figure in your home you didn’t know. Getting closer, you held the barrel of the gun to the head of the man that stood in your kitchen.

“Hands up, Foo. Before I blow your brains all over my backsplash.” You threatened, your voice tense, and you were met with laughter that was all too familiar. Furrowing your brows, you were still panicked, not thinking straight. You shifted the gun so the bullet that was about to fly, only ripped through his hair. The shot rang loud, causing Coco, who you didn’t know was Coco, to crash to the ground.

“Crazy bitch!” he shouted, you flicked on the light, still having the gun pointed at him. Your eyes widened quickly, the man on your floor was Coco, and now there was a bullet lodged into your ceiling. You could kiss your security deposit goodbye, fuck, and you just shot at Coco. You put the safety back on, and set it on your counter before going to help him. A few minutes passed before both of you sat in fits of laughter, him mocking your voice, your words.

Coco told you so many times that the night you nearly shot him in the head, was the night he fell for you entirely. Sure, he’d known you were the one way before that. That night, though, he knew he was in love with you. That night he swore he’d break past your barriers, he’d demolish how you saw yourself, he taught you to love you, he made you promises to show you love like no other, and to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid of either physical and emotional aspects of love. He did do exactly that, but then ripped it away from her. Leaving her heart with him, and her chest feeling heavy with nothing. Once again tears were brought to your eyes, you were thankful for his love, but without it? you wished you’d never had experienced it in the first place. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurting now.

You were brought out of your train of thought by the knocking on your door, furrowing your brows, you got up from your spot on the counter, where you were thinking of better times, you looked through the peephole and it felt like someone took a vacuum to your weak lungs. Coco. Struggling to breathe proper, you just intended on ignoring him, it was the first time in months youd seen him and you didn’t know if you could handle it. Your heart screamed at you to let him in, he looked beat up, tired, and one of his eyes was bandaged up, he looked broken. you wanted to embrace him, forget the distance, but your mind scolded you, reminding you of the progress youd made, bouncing back from the pain oh so slowly. This could set it all back. So you decided, you wouldn’t open the door. He’s a big boy. You silently turn on your heel, away from the door.

“I’m sorry.” you heard him rasp, and you froze in your spot, a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “I know you’re there, I know you’re awake and I know you know it’s me. You have your kitchen light on, so I saw you stand on your toes to look through the peephole because you’re too short.” you cursed his observant ways, how well he knew you, like he had quirk notes tattooed on the back of his hand and read them like a bible. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice when you left, that I was too deep in my own world to see how me fading away for my own selfish needs was hurting you. I’m sorry I made it seem like I didn’t care, that it hurt you, I’m sorry that I made promises and broke them. I started thinking about things I never knew I wanted until you marched your stubborn self in my life and gave me a taste of a love that changed me. It scared the fuck out of me.”

That familiar burn of emotion lit up your head, and singed your chest. You let his words sink in, you couldn’t speak, not yet. Squeezing shut your eyes, you turned back to the door, setting your hand on the knob. You felt the door shift, like he’d gotten up from leaning his head against the poorly tinted wood. He got it, you could feel him prepare to walk away. If you love something, let it go. But Coco came back. He came back. You unlocked it, and turned the knob. Looking at him through sore eyes. “Running when you’re scared isn’t an option for me.” you said, defeat obvious in your voice. He stopped, turned to you and closed in quick. You pushed his hands away. “You can’t - You can’t just show me, tell me, and hold it to me that i shouldn’t shut you out, and i should trust you, and i should turn to you before anyone and anything else only to turn around and do that to me. You can’t do that and come running back.” you practically yelled at him, your voice shaking and raw.

“I know, I know I’m sorry.” he said, his hands dropping to his sides when you reached forward and yanked him in with all your might. The gesture was aggressive, sure. But pure.

“i’m sorry too.” you muttered, embracing him tightly.

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childishfluff · 3 years

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i loved the fic!!!! could i request a little dream on a call with tommy and george? dream just kinda slips to about 3/4 and fluffffff- anon 👾(if it’s not taken

Sorry! I didn’t see this until last night so idk how long this request has been sitting here. I wrote it tho! Here’s the ao3 link if you wanna read there instead.

Minecraft Flowers- DSMP Oneshot, Little!Dream/CG’s!Tommy and George

Summary:

It was a normal day of playing on the SMP when Dream felt himself slipping. Of course, the moment his friends started to point it out, he denied his regression immediately. But it seemed that George and Tommy could fix that problem with an offering of a few Minecraft Flowers. -- This is non-sexual, sfw age regression, dni if you're nsfw/abdl/ageplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.

A/N: I hope this lived up to what you wanted. He slips even younger at the end but I tried to stick to the requested age range! also content warning for Tommy cursing like, twice, in the beginning.

"WHAT IS UP, YOU FUCKING-"

"Shut up, Tommy."

Laughter burst throughout the Discord call following Tommy joining the call and just a few words. "Hi, Tommy," Dream greeted.

"Hello, Dream," Tommy replied. "And I don't need to shut up, thank you very much, George."

"Stop being mean, then," George said. "You're 16, no curse words."

"None of us are streaming, cut the child bit," Tommy requested, a slight pleading tone to his voice. Just for good measure, he added, "You bitch."

George and Dream had been on call for a few minutes, messing around on the server when Tommy joined in, entering the server as well. None of them were working together, doing whatever they were doing far away from each other, and simply talking while they did so.

"No more curse words," Dream mumbled, trying to focus on mining. This couldn't happen. Not now, not with George. And especially not with Tommy. It wasn't like both of them didn't already know, but he was still embarrassed to slip openly. It was scary, and hard!

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, green boy." Tommy's reply came through, the boy speaking casually. Though the other two couldn't see it, Clay pouted. He immediately realized how childish his reaction was, dropping the face and trying to focus back in on what he was doing.

It seemed so tempting to just switch to creative mode and build a cute little house. They three talked on and off, mostly just enjoying each others company in a much more chill way, off stream, without the elements of acting for the roleplay world they had created.

"So, what are you working on, Dream?" George eventually asked.

"Minin'," he mumbled quietly, not realizing how little his voice sounded until he spoke. He also didn't realize that he thumb was halfway in his mouth until he spoke either. He immediately sat up, speaking more clearly. "I'm, uh, mining."

"Aww," Tommy spoke somewhat teasingly. "Baby Dweam has come to visit, hmm?"

Tommy's ongoing joke about Dream's age regression was something that embarrassed Dream, but didn't actually upset him. He never made it on stream, and Tommy would always soften up if he actually was regressing. Sometimes, Dream was just tired, and childish traits shined through without reason.

"Is that true? Are you feeling small, Clay?" George's curious, but also soft, voice came through next. Dream felt a lot safer when the two boys spoke softly to him, but he still denied that he was slipping.

"No, I'm not small!" he defended in a high-pitched voice. "I'm big, very big."

"But Dweam," Tommy spoke in his teasing baby voice again. "What if I wanted to talk to Little Clay? I haven't seen him since before Christmas!"

You see, Tommy was a little too. He was an age dreamer rather than a regressor, at least most of the time. Tubbo was a little as well, and Fundy, and also Bad-

Actually, quite a bit of the people in the server were involved in that community. Some got into it after learning about it from someone else in the server, but with Tommy and Dream, it was a coincidence revealed after a stressful day when Dream slipped and Tommy did too, to help him feel more comfortable acting childish.

"Little Clay is hidin'," Dream claimed, blushing furiously.

"You should tell him to stop hiding, then," George replied. "He's so very adorable and I'd very much like to go pick flowers with him."

Dream was blushing even more, absolutely flustered by all the teasing and compliments. He whined, "Meanies."

"I'm mean? For calling you cute," George gasped playfully.

"I said that I wanted to talk to little you! That isn't mean, right?" Tommy questioned, looking at his facecam. George shook his head.

"We're not mean, you're just pouty because we're teasing you." George said. Even more blushing ensued.

"I bet he's blushing, George," Tommy said, as if he could somehow see Dream.

"I bet so too," he agreed.

"Not blushin'!" Dream squeaked, speaking much more like a toddler then before.

"I think you know that lying is against the rules, sweetie," George told him, speaking like a parent warning a child not to do something. This made Dream feel even smaller then before.

"Not lyin', not blushin', not small," he spoke in the most childish voice either of the others had heard come from him.

"Well," George spotted Dream's avatar on the prime path, sprinting towards him. "I picked some pretty flowers, but specifically for Little Clay." He equipped a flower he had found, moving his avatar to stand in front of Dream's. Dream had climbed out of his mine at some point, and he had just been wondering around during the time he wasn't blushing.

"Flower?" Dream's little innocent voice spoke up, moving his avatar to look at George's. "Purple flower!" he giggled, making George smile. "I wan' it, please." he pouted again.

"You asked really nicely, baby, good job." George told him, dropping the flower to him.

"T'ank you!" Clay felt happiness bubble in his chest at the praise. He had forgotten all about denying that he was in littlespace at this point.

"Do you know what good boys get?" Tommy spoke up, joining them on the prime path.

"Hmm?" Dream turned his avatar towards his, curious now. Tommy equipped red flowers so that Clay could see them.

"More flowers!" Tommy cheered, dropping a bunch of flowers to him.

"Whoa, whoa," Dream said, picking them up. "Lotsa flowers? Just for me?"

"Yep!" George and Tommy replied together. It was very entertaining to see one of the littles get excited over such a simple thing. For Dream, winning video games or getting the cuter things in games made him happy!

Like Minecraft flowers.

"We gotta put dem' all over! Leave a flower at everyone's house!" he said, immediately. George and Tommy 'awed' at him.

"That sounds like a great idea, little one," George agreed with a smile.

"How about George goes and gets more for us, and I'll take you around to leave flowers everywhere?" Tommy suggested. Dream almost pouted, until the part of his brain that was still somewhat logical reminded him that George would still be on call with them. He was leaving in game, they would still be able to talk.

"Mkay," Dream agreed. And just like that, they split off, Dream and Tommy continuing down the prime path and stopping at all the different buildings, while George left to find more flowers.

As the day went on, George kept joking about how finding flowers was 'such an important mission' and that he couldn't fail it. Every once in a while, he'd come back to the main part of the SMP and drop Tommy and Dream flowers.

They left them at every building, and just put them 'all over', as Dream requested. Tommy and George were sure that everyone would love the sweet little gift from Clay whenever they logged onto the server next.

Tommy had, at some point, called Dream the 'flower prince', which made him all blushy and shy. So of course, he kept at it. "Flowers are pretty," Dream pouted. "I like flowers."

"I knowwww," Tommy replied, "That's why you're the Flower Prince!"

"No, no, not a prince," Dream denied.

"You're definitely a prince. A cute, little, baby prince, that everyone loves!" George added.

"Baby prince?" Dream questioned, his voice somehow smaller then before.

"Mhm. You're the Littlest Flower Prince, Clay." George said.

"Wittlest? Not dat wittle," Clay said, his 'baby voice' shining through much more. He had managed to slip even younger somehow. All because of a cute little nickname.

"You're a little flower prince," Tommy spoke in a sing-songy voice, George joining in almost immediately.

"You're the littlest flower princeeee," they said next, holding out the last word. They stopped when they heard Clay's whining.

"It's okay if you slip younger, baby," George assured. "Do you have your pacifier with you?" he asked.

Dream looked around, before nodding uselessly. When he realized that his friends couldn't see him, he verbally replied. "Yeah," he said, reaching over and grabbing it. He looked over the green plastic, running his fingers over the gems that decorated it.

"Don't suck your thumb or anything, if you need to have something in your mouth, use your pacifier," George told him. Immediately, Dream slipped the nipple of the pacifier into his mouth, reaching over and switching over his camera. He covered the top half of his face, so the other two could only see his little pacifier, before shutting it off immediately after.

Both of them were happy that he was comfortable showing them anything at all. "The pacifier is cute, Clay." Tommy said. George agreed quickly.

"Yeah, you're absolutely adorable! Adorable little flower prince," George pushed the silly nickname again, but Dream secretly liked it. It made him happy.

The three continued playing minecraft until Dream started sounding sleepy, and George ordered that he took a nap. Dream didn't fight much, getting off the call after a promise from his friends to tell everyone that it was his idea to give everyone flowers.

And of course, everyone would thank him when he logged back on, little or not. And Tommy and George would start calling him 'flower prince' regularly, as a bit on stream, and a little nickname off.

All because Little Dream liked minecraft flowers. Could you blame him? Flowers are pretty, and Minecraft is one of his favorite things in the worlds.

And it was all even better when the Minecraft flowers were from someone who cared about you.

#dsmp #dream smp #dream smp agere #dream smp age regression #little!dream #cg!george #cg!georgenotfound #cg!tommyinnit #dream smp fanfiction

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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FIX THAT NOW OR ISTG OH MY FCUKINGJFJ

*Heavy Sigh* Well if I must....

Part 1 and Part 2

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Aelin lay on the bed. She had cried until her tears dried up and she couldn’t cry anymore, even if she wanted to. She didn’t understand why Rowan wasn’t happy about this baby. Why hadn’t he said anything before about not wanting to start a family? Why did he wait until it was too late? Something was wrong, Aelin knew it. She had never seen Rowan act this way before. It was as if he had completely shut himself off from her something he had never done before.

Picking up her phone Aelin checked the time. Rowan had been gone for a few hours. She decided to call him, ask him to come home and talk. The phone didn’t even ring, it went straight to voicemail. Aelin tried again but she got the same result. She called Fenrys next who picked up after two rings.

“Have you called to thank me?” He said by ways of greeting.

“For what?” Aelin asked.

“For kicking your dumb husband out of my house and back to you,” Fenrys explained.

“He’s not here,” Aelin said. Her stomach dropped, she felt sick, like her body could sense something was wrong. “How long ago did Rowan leave?”

There was a beat of silence. “More than an hour ago.”

“Then where is he? He’s not answering my calls,” Aelin’s voice was starting to rise in panic.

“Calm down, Ae. He’s probably gone somewhere to cool off,” Fenrys said soothingly.

Aelin took in a deep breath. Of course. There was no reason to overreact.

“I’ll try and call him again,” Aelin said.

“You call me when you get onto him, yeah?”

“I will, bye.” Aelin hung up and was about to tap on Rowan’s number when an unknown number flashed up on the screen. She answered it. “Hello?”

“Ms Galathynius, I’m calling from Orynth General Hospital. I need to inform you that your husband has been involved in a serious car accident. You need to get here as soon as you can.”

Aelin dropped her phone, the shock hitting her deep in the chest. When she picked it up again the phonecall had been ended. She couldn’t believe it but there in her recent calls there it was. With a shaking hand she managed to call Fenrys.

“You find him?” Fenrys asked. Aelin didn’t say anything, she just burst into tears. “I’m coming Aelin. I’m coming right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Fenrys hung up and Aelin curled up on the bed and waited.

Aelin didn’t move until Fenrys started pounding on the door. She got up unsteadily, grabbing her handbag on the way, she flung the door open and didn’t give Fenrys a chance to come inside.

“What —“

“We need to get to the hospital right now,” Aelin said moving for his car. “Rowan’s been in a car accident.”

Fenrys swore as he ran for the drivers side of the car and started it up. Aelin silently wept the whole trip there trying not to think the worst. But she did. Over and over. She hadn’t even realised they had arrived until Fenrys was opening her door. He helped her out of the car and held onto her hand. When they got to the reception it was Fenrys who asked at the window for Rowan.

“Aelin?”

Aelin turned to see Yrene walking towards them.

“I’m on the hospital shift tonight,” she explained before Aelin could ask her about it why she was here. “Come with me.”

Aelin followed down the halls right into the intensive care unit. Yrene led them to a room pushed the door open. Fenrys caught her as Aelin’s legs gave out as she took in the sight before her. Rowan was lying in the bed, so many machines and monitors hooked up to him. Hot tears wet her cheeks.

“We had to put him in a medically induced coma because of his injuries,” Yrene said quietly.

It was Fenrys who asked what Aelin could not, “When will he wake up?”

“We can’t be sure,” Yrene said. “All we can do is wait.”

2 months later...

Aelin stretched her toes out of the water of her bath. The water was getting uncomfortably cool but she couldn’t bring herself to get out. She’d flicked the hot water back on twice already to bring it back to a warm and soothing temperature. She would have preferred it near scalding but that wasn’t good for the baby. Beneath the water Aelin smoothed her hand over her growing bump. She had just started to show, partly because of the weight she had lost due to stress and morning sickness. In a few days she had her 12 weeks scan, the first time she would see her baby. And Rowan wouldn’t be there. She would be getting her scan a few hallways away while Rowan lay in his bed, unconscious. Aelin wiped at the tears the slipped from her eyes. She was tired of crying about this. She was tired of waiting for Rowan to wake up. She was tired because this baby seemed to me leeching all her energy.

In the early days of Rowan’s coma Aelin had tried staying at the hospital, but her morning sickness had hit her in full force and she could barely sleep in the chair in his room. So Yrene had banished her to very strict visiting hours, if she would not keep to them she threatened to have her admitted as well, just to force her to stop and look after herself and the baby. Aelin had relented for the sake of the baby. And as the days dragged into weeks and now the weeks into months, her family and friends had come up with a roster so that someone could be with him. If Aelin recalled correctly it would be Fenrys with him today.

Aelin shivered as the water started to chill her and with a sigh she stood up and got out of the bath. Wrapping a towel around her, Aelin walked to her room. She dressed in a soft tshirt dress that hugged over her stomach. Her phone was facedown on the bed and when she picked up she was surprised to see so many missed calls. There were at least five from the hospital, ten from Fenrys. The first was from over an hour ago. Aelin almost dropped her phone when it started ringing, Fenrys’ name popping up.

“Fen?”

“He’s awake Aelin, Rowan’s awake,” Fenrys said.

Aelin was running, she grabbed her keys and ran. She didn’t stop running until she used the doorway of Rowan’s room to swing herself into it.

Rowan was awake.

Her breathing was heavy as he turned, smiling at her. He was conscious, sitting up, and smiling. Aelin couldn’t believe her eyes. She took one step. And then another and another. Then her hands were tracing the harsh lines of his face, his lips. She was kissing him before she realised what she was doing. Then it all came back to her, how stupid he had been, how he had hurt her. The sound of her hand slapping his face echoed in the room. Aelin gasped, her stinging hand flying to her chest as Rowan closed his eyes and groaned at the pain.

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry,” Aelin whispered, behind her she could hear Fenrys laughing. “I’m so sorry Rowan.”

“I think I deserved that, Fireheart,” Rowan whispered. His voice was so hoarse, so raspy, it didn’t sound like her Rowan at all.

“It’s the hormones,” Fenrys supplied, trying to diffuse the tension. It earned him a snort of laughter from Aelin.

That seemed to spark something in Rowan’s mind and his eyes were searching her over, no doubt taking in the weight lost around her face and just about everywhere else on her body. His eyes lingered on her stomach, pronounced thanks to the tightness of her dress. He reached out a trembling hand. Aelin met Rowan half way and took his hand in hers and pressed it against her stomach. Rowan let out a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry, Aelin,” Rowan’s voice broke as he spoke, from disuse and the fact that he now had tears streaming down his cheeks. “I...”

Rowan’s voice faded into nothing. Aelin laid her hand over his where it rested on her stomach, the other went to his cheek her thumb rubbing gently over his cheek bone. There would be time to have it out, to talk about what was looming over them. But right now Rowan was awake and with her, and that’s all that mattered.

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It was my plan all along for them to be happy and alive. I just couldn’t resist spinning everyone into an angsty frenzy. I’m sorry. But don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it even a little bit.

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realllllfangirllllll · 5 years

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Beyond Lovers || Chp. 10

{More Than Friends Sequel}

Chairman!Jaehyun AU x CEO!Reader AU

Summary: You find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the former CEO after overcoming your fear of love. Although there were rough patches, both of you are now stronger than ever. However, you realize that maintaining a relationship and a company at the same time can be very difficult, especially if someone is out to destroy the both of you.

Masterlist

{ Previous / Next }

Jaehyun’s pov

I don’t know what happened to me. At first, I was peacefully talking to Taeyong and the next thing I knew, I was beyond furious and fought Yuta until he fell to the ground. Enough to make a statement but not powerful enough to seriously injure him. He was SM’s CEO after all. That piece of trash. Emily already hurt y/n enough. I won’t ever let that shit family, or anyone else, hurt her ever again.

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Y/n’s pov

Releasing a long sigh, I stared at the large hole that shaped the wall of our bedroom. Just a few minutes ago, Jaehyun and I broke out into the biggest fight we’ve ever had. Usually, our fights were nothing special-- a few bickering here and some disagreement there. This time, however, Jaehyun was furious. He looked at me with eyes that could kill. I’ve never felt as intimidated as I had just a few moments ago.

I tried to reason with Jaehyun. Meeting Yuta was just a last resort to saving our company, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.

“Are you out of your mind?,” Jaehyun shouted as soon as the bedroom door slammed shut. “Actually don’t answer that. It’s clear you weren’t in your right mind if you met with Emily’s fucking cousin. Do you not understand how shady the whole fucking family is or are you just that dumb?”

I paid no mind to his angered spews and dug in my brain for a logical explanation that will calm him down. You spoke gently to him, “Jae listen to me. I was only trying to talk business with SM’s new CEO. He personally invited me so we can discuss how to put an end to the mess Emily started. He’s isn’t as bad as people imagined. Yuta isn’t Emily or her dad.”

I knew I have said the wrong thing as soon as his hands shot up to run it through his hair. His lips flattened to a straight line and I heard a low groan from him. “He isn’t that bad?” Before I could open up my mouth to correct my words, his fist went flying towards my face. I flinched and shut my eyes tightly as a gust of wind fanned my face. Turning around in horror I see the wall decorated with a large dent. Jaehyun left his fist connected to the wall as blood dripped from his knuckles and onto the wall.

I saw Jaehyun’s eyes soften back to reality as soon as he saw the fear in my eyes, but it was too late. His reckless behavior and possessiveness were way out of line this time. It sparked unknown resentment and fear in me. Before he was able to say another word, a tiny whimper left my voice as I told him with all the strength I had left, “Get out.”

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Jaehyun’s pov

I promise to never let anyone hurt y/n, but I hurt her instead. Why do I always do this? I wanted to protect her. Let her know that family was dangerous, but I resorted to violence instead.

“One iced coffee please.”

I took a seat at the cafe near our building as I waited for my order. I never thought a little cafe shop would mean anything to me, but ever since y/n’s disappearance, every little thing made me think of her. Ever since we started NCT, I would go here every morning with her. Now that I think of it, I don’t think NCT would have even happened if it weren’t for y/n. I came to this shop every day, stressed about starting NCT, but I left the shop happy every time. It was her who listened to my rants every day. It was her who made me laugh when I wanted to pull the hairs out of my scalp. She made me feel better every day. It was always her.

But now, every morning, I’d come and leave this place missing her. It’s been weeks now and I still haven’t heard from her. In fact, none of us have heard from y/n. I’d call her every morning and every night, but to my disappointment, I would always end up in her voicemail box.

The waiter placed my drink on the table and asked me, “You’ve been coming here alone for quite some time now. Where is the pretty lady who’s always with you? I wanted to get her number.”

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I heard those words. “What did you just say?”

I was about to put the waiter in his place before I looked up and realized who it was. He glared at me and sat down across from me. “See? This is why she left you. Why do you always have to act like you have a stick up your ass?”

I scoffed, “What do you know Taeyong. Just stay out of it, you headass.”

“Headass? How childish can you get Yoonoh. How did y/n even want to date you?”

I crossed my arms, ready to challenge him. “What do you know about dating?”

Taeyong scoffed and sat up a little straighter, crossing his arms as well. “Oh so we’re gonna go there now, are we?”

I smirked waiting for his comeback.

“If you weren’t such a dumbass maybe your girlfriend wouldn’t have ran away from you.”

“Ouch.”

Taeyong continued relentlessly, “And don’t get me started about our high school days. You were always so cold to every girl that confessed to you. Did you even know they cried? And I was the one who always cleaned up your mess.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not like they actually liked me. Why are you so worked up anyway? You’re my best friend. I thought you came to comfort me, not drag me.”

I pouted at him and he reciprocated with a disgusted look, “Don’t get all sulky. You call me your best friend but who was the one dissing my love life earlier?”

Laughing at his response, I told him, “It was just a joke. Chill Yongie. You started it first.”

“Don’t ‘Yongie’ me. Get your shit together and show y/n you’re sorry for acting like a beast all the time.”

I sighed at the reminder of y/n. “Look, it’s not as easy as it seems. I fucked up big time.”

Taeyong got up and pat me on the shoulder before sympathetically saying, “Look dumbass she loves you more than you think. You just got to look at things from her perspective sometimes. You may think you’re protecting her but it may look like the opposite to her.”

I circled the edge of my drink with my finger, thinking deeply. He pats me one more time as he said, “I gotta go back to the stupid board meeting bro. Just stop acting so aggressive and put more thoughts into your every action alright?”

I nodded slightly as he headed towards the exit. Even as he started leaving, I heard him call out, “Kiss the girl!”

I laughed. At times I feel the most powerless, Taeyong was always there to give me strength. I recalled the times we were in high school. Where everything went wrong.

“Hey dumbass why do you look even colder today? Failed the test? Broke another girl’s heart?”

My eyes never left the ground, even as Taeyong wrapped his arm around my neck and dragged me to our main hall. Fury took over my eyes and my body was boiling with anger. That witch.

Taeyong stopped moving and grabbed my face, making me stare at him. His smile dropped as his tone got more serious, “Whoa whoa whoa, your eyes can kill bro. What happened?”

I spoke through gritted teeth, “That witch took down Mom’s portrait. She told me I couldn’t do anything about it because Father allowed it.”

Taeyong’s face immediately fell and I can already feel his pity seeping through his expression. I didn’t need that. I hated that. I hated looking powerless. I hated being powerless.

Suddenly, Taeyong scoffed and continued dragging me with his arm around my neck, “That mother fudger can kiss my donkey. She thinks she’s all powerful and all? She ain’t got nothing on my man Jung Yoonoh.”

I sighed, knowing those were just words of affirmation, “She is powerful. She got Father trapped under her spell and can get anything she wants. She continues to take all of his money and manipulates everyone, trying to make me seem useless…”

I received a face from Taeyong as he stopped me once again, strongly punching me on the arm. “Ow! What the heck?” I glared at him and rubbed my arm.

“Man up will you! How are you useless? Are you not the top student at this prestigious high school? Are you not the person who single-handedly punch that douche, Adam, in the face when he looked down on our class?”

My eyes wandered to the ground again, feeling helpless as he mentioned my past. With zero energy in my voice, I told him, “I’m currently useless, so why does all that even matter?”

He rolled his eyes at me, “Stop acting all stupid! I know you have it in you. You can either keep fighting this battle to prove to that witch that you are the strong person she doesn’t think you are, or you can stay here, moping, being the useless person she thinks you are.” He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, “So what’s it gonna be? Fight or mope?”

I smiled, thinking of the decision I chose. The decision that led me to become Korea’s most successful bachelor. The decision that drove the bitch far away from me.

Taeyong was right. He has always been right. I’m going to find y/n again and make things right again.

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• I’ve been so busy lately with midterms ಥ_ಥ •

• More updates to come tho I promise~ •

• STREAM MOONWALK 🌘 •

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ethervalism · 4 years

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kotlc gang music headcanons

this is my first headcanon post! let me know what you think! also sorry if anyone’s already done this topic before, but either way this is my take on it :)

when keefe is in his feels he listens to songs like “i was all over her” by salvia path and “how to never stop being sad” by dandelion hands. the really sad, emo lofi stuff.

but that doesn’t mean he won’t jam out to the top 50 charts, and he loves shawn mendes and justin bieber. he definitely plays bieber super loud to wake people up, and is always humming “baby” under his breath (or singing it really obnoxiously)

bonus: he definitely has like 10 playlists about sophie. sad ones, happy ones, ones he wants to give her to confess his love... you name it.

bonus bonus: being an empath, he has a playlist for pretty much every emotion he’s ever felt, and when he gets sad, he gets SAD SAD (see above). so he ends up having like 200 playlists, all with very specific emotions tied to them

fitz definitely likes wallows. idk just a feeling, i think they fit his vibe. i think he’d like still woozy, the band camino, and bad suns as well. they all have a very sophisticated, catchy, urban feel.

fitz is probably the type to lay calmly in his bed with his headphones in and tune out the world with some good ass tunes, not when he’s sad, but so he can “appreciate the music,” as he explains it.

bonus: when he and sophie had their little thing, he made her a playlist full of his favorite love songs, and when he gave it to her, she almost cried

biana loves empowered women in the music industry!! she likes daya, maggie lindemann, bea miller, and of course taylor swift. she plays their music before a mission to get everyone hyped up, and whenever linh, sophie, or marella is sad, she has just the song to cheer them up.

linh has the best taste in music of the group and is always offering to make people playlists because she’s a a sweetheart and loves sharing her music. she likes clairo, mxmtoon, beabadobee, and summer salt. all nice and calming songs to drive to or vibe to.

she also has a bunch of playlists of calming acoustic or ukulele songs that she listens to while practicing hydrokinesis, and they help her concentrate.

bonus: she and dex make lots of playlists together and are always reccomending music to each other because their taste is really similar

we already know sophie listens to hard rock. her favorite band is ac/dc and she has head banging dance parties in her room (sometimes sandor joins in) to let off steam.

i also headcanon that she also really likes folk rock. vance joy makes her really nostalgic, and her favorite band is the lumineers. i feel like she also loves ok go and always shows everyone their cool music videos

dex also has really good taste and he loves making playlists for everyone, just like lihn, because again, he’s a sweetheart. he likes troye sivan and harry styles the most. he definitely cries to “falling” and “cherry,” but he LOVES “kiwi” and it makes him feel like a badass.

he also likes gnash and finds a lot of comfort in his music, because it makes him feel less alone. (“left out,” “lil tokyo,” “lonely again,” “be,” and “dear insecurity” come to mind.)

when he’s working on a gadget he plays that one chill lofi music stream on youtube because it gets him in the zone.

ok and finally i also think he’d like dayglow and plays him when he’s in a good mood, and he’s constantly telling everyone to listen to him because “it literally sounds like sunshine, guys, you have to listen!!!”

tam doesn’t show anyone his music and his spotify username is TOP SECRET (he even goes as far to say he doesn’t listen to any at all, until lihn finds a knotted black pair of headphones by his bed).

however he actually LOVES so many bands and singers and stays up late listening to music when he thinks everyone else is asleep. he likes the 1975’s first album the most, but also likes their newer ones, though he wishes they had stayed with the grunge theme a little more.

i think he’d also like eden a lot and really appreciate his artistry and he vibes to his music every night when he’s stressed or anxious.

finally, i think he really likes conan gray, especially his new album. it just fits his vibe!!

bonus: he’s a conan gray stan

marella is a bad ass bitch so she listens to her bad ass bitch playlist 24/7. she loves mumble rap and her favorites are playboi carti and lil uzi vert. they make her feel like she’s rich, successful, and independent, and they inspire her to keep working towards that lifestyle.

i’m sorry but stina is the friend that’s like “my music taste is so underground” and then proceeds to listen to the most basic tik tok indie songs like “loving is easy” “prom queen” “can i call you tonight” “maniac” and “pretty girl”

jensi only listens to minecraft parody songs and the undertale soundtrack

ok i think that’s about it! let me know if you have any music headcanons because i’d love to hear other peoples’ thoughts

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc headcanon #sophie foster #fitz vacker #keefe sencen #dex dizznee #tam song #linh song #marella redek #stina heks #jensi babblos #headcanon #mine

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I Can't I Literally Cannot. It's a recording of a stream and this girl is saying she's dating the friend of the two people streaming and she's also Highkey flirting with them. And like the one recording is freaking out because he doesn't know what the heck is going on and the other guy is like talking about proper relationship etiquette but his views are freaking wild like "you can't talk to other people unless you've had a conversation about that being allowed" and I just. I CANNOT BELIEVE. ~S

And the guy talking about etiquette is also like calling the guy recording out because he's worried he'll try to steal their friend's girl and I Can't. This guy went to get food and when he came back he was like "oh I shouldn't have done that bc having a convo alone with a guy is Bad if your in a relationship" I like these people oh my god. What the actual hell. The guy recording is like fine. But the girl is kinda sketchy and my guy about etiquette is freaking wild. Oh My God. I CAN'T. ~S

To be fair this guy was probably like hella sleep deprived considering it was like 7am when they were recording and neither of the guys had slept before. Still I just. oh my god. The girl literally distracted him by starting to sing and he just took it and ran. I'm Dying Okay. I Need A Conclusion. ~S

He's so easily distracted, oh my goodness. Like I been knew but like this girl was lying the whole time. Their friend came one and was like, yeah that's not my girlfriend. I just. This was so freaking stupid. Why. Why would you like about this stuff. Oh my goodness. I cannot believe I stayed up until 3am to watch this what the heck. That Was So Stupid Oh My God. It is 3:04am I just. Aaaaaaaaaa. This is fine it's fine. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Aight, imma head out. ~S

Also technically it is already tomorrow. ~S

That was super cute!! I know you're not a huge fan of it, but I like it!!!!! It was written well!!!!! ~S

This bitch watches Minecraft challenge videos, and like,,,,,, they be uploading one at like 2am and the second at like 2:40am so then I gotta stay up and watch them. And like one of them is like cool yeah, whatever, and the other is so freaking stressful. It was freaking 46mins and I really wanted my guy to win and there were so many time he almost died. And he was doing so good and then at the very end he was killed. ~S

This is literally so stupid but like my heart was going and I'm literally shaking. Oh my God. Anyway this is why I'm awake at 3:30am for the third night in a row. It was like 2am ish and I was gonna sleep, then there was an upload. I watched it, it was good. So I chill for a bit bc immediately finishing a vid and then sleeping is unrealistic. The my other guy uploads and it's 46mins, okay I can deal. And then It's That. And now I'm so freaking hyper and I Cannot. Oh my god. ~S

Is this gonna become a thing? Me freaking out about Minecraft YouTubers to you at like 3am??? oh my god though. Anyway, as you know, I love you with my entire heart!!!!! I would ask people questions for you if you were too stressed to do so even if I was as well because I love you!!!!!! I would listen intently to whatever you were excited about even if I wasn't super interested because I love you!!!! I would do so many things!!!! You're so Good!!!!!! I Love You So Much!!!!!!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 ~S

Why am I still awake at 4am? It's because I needed time to calm the heck down. It feels kinda stupid that I'm Adrenaline over a video game that I wasn't even playing. But I guess here we are. :/ It's fine imma probably sleep now. I hope you're doing well 😘 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 ~S

So, I graduated today. And it was nice!! It wasn't quite what it would have been, world allowing, but it was good. I'm kinda glad I didn't have to sit through everyone, and I got two subject awards, one in math and one in calculus!! I'm also pretty happy I didn't have to do exams this year. Funny that it's my grade twelve year, and next year I'll be going off to university. I hope you're well!! ~S

Hm, that (your first week (four days?) of classes) sounds incredibly disorganized and Not Good. I hope it gets better soon!! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!! ~S

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Bruh I didn’t realize I was hoarding so many asks I am so sorry lol

Those people sound Absolutely Wild. And while I agree, yes, a relationship needs communication, that guy talking about relationship etiquette sounds crazy and I would not want to be dating him lol. Also, why would you lie about dating someone I do Not understand. Are these Straight People? Lol

Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!!

Bruh you gotta get a better sleep schedule, I worry lol. Also, yeah, the adrenaline can weirdly kick in when watching other people play video games, I 100% get it lol. Feel free to continue ranting to me about Minecraft YouTubers, if you want!! Also,,, those things you say,,,, you are so sweet those things are the true meaning of love, I would also do those things for you ❤️🧡💛💚💙❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Congratulations on graduating!! I’m sorry it wasn’t the experience you had been expecting, but I’m glad it was still good, and I’m so proud of you!! Also, yeah, reading out all the names is,,,,,, Big Oof lol. My graduating class was about 800 people and having to sit through all that, AND having a last name that puts me towards the end was like,,,,, Gross lol. Also, grad gowns are not breathable and we were outside in Arizona. I am glad that was Not your experience because it’s Rough lol. I know you’re gonna do great in university!!

Yeah it was,, Not Great, but hopefully things look up lol. Fingers crossed lol.

#ask #anon #S anon

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sun-shine-slut · 5 years

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Your stupid

((Kryozgaming x reader, something simple to start off this account I guess XD this is also on my wattpad so if you see it there now you know why))

I smiled warmly as I walked down the street, It was a nice and calm Friday afternoon, Mini to my left as we walked. I was visiting him and the guys for the week, laughing I smiled as we ate the icecream Craig was generous enough to buy us both icecream. Hearing foot steps behind us I ignored them, hearing their laughter I got curious and started listening to what they said as Craig continued to talk about that happened on his latest meme stream. [that I watched fully bc they are funny as balls] "It's bad enough that he's fat and even eating icecream come on?" I internally froze as I realized that they was shit talking Criag who was next to me.

"Nah the cow next to him is worse, bet she doesn't even know what diet means." They cackled, stopping Craig I turned to the both of them not caring for the questioning look Craig gave me. "Would you two boys like to repeat that to our faces." I glared hissing out the word boys, the taller one had little to nothing to him, the other one a bit more stalky but nothing I couldn't handle. "Yeah, you two fat cows should learn what a diet is." The taller one sneered at us crossing his arms.

"Craig, hold my icecream." I hissed watching Craig open his mouth before shutting taking it from me too shocked to really stop whatever I was about to do. "Fat? Oh no dear it's power." (If you get that reference, bless-) I glared as they both laughed at me untill I swung at them, that knocked the smile off there face as they both squared up to me. "Craig, don't get involved." I chuckled as I dodged a punch from the shorter of the two, they both seemed glad for a fight, I can't wait to make them regret who they chose.

Holding my nose closed I followed Criag as he fastly rushed me to John's house since it was closer than his. I of course won the fight, but man did that smaller boy have a had a hard hit, they both were definitely in worse shape than I was but in the end we both fought the only difference was that I won. "You are so amazingly stupid! God you care too much about what people say, what am I going to do with you? God help me, One of these days your gonna get us in big trouble." Craig ranted like a worried mother hen as he used the spare key for John's house as he ran upstairs to go find John, knowing the other guys where out doing something today, probably vlogging.

Walking into the kitchen I met eyes with the man in question, John looked at me in disbelief. "In a few seconds Craig is going to come in here and your going to tell him that your going to help me, I do not want to listen to Craig yell at me, or I just might jump off the roof." I hoarsely explained as I started to feel pain slowly seeping into my body, John slowly nodded confused as balls. "CRAIG! John's in the kitchen!" I yelled before holding my jaw in pain, the tall kid looked like a strong breeze could blow him away but man did that first hit from him hurt like fucking balls.

Listening to Craig and John talk in fast but quiet voices, jumping up ontop of the kitchen's island I pulled out a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. Sitting one to my lips I light it hearing the voices stop, "I thought you said you stopped." John asked as I took a deep inhale, "for the most part, only when I'm stressed and I did just fight two teenagers." I laughed before groaning in pain feeling my jaw throbbing in pain. "Can someone grab me an ice pack? Or like maybe help me?" I whined as the rush of the fight wore off, now I was in pain and pissy. Moving my hand away from my nose I didn't care if blood got on this shirt I'll just buy and new one.

John locked eyes with Craig and he sighed ans nodded rubbing his forehead, "fine John, I trust you, (Y/n) I'll be back with a new shirt since that one is clearly ruined." Craig sighed as he walked over to me, "thank you, fucking dumbass." Craig finally broke down and gave me a small smile as he turned to leave with one last strong look to John. I watch John look for a ice pack. Wiping the blood from my nose away (more like smearing it across my check and getting it all over my hands) I looked at John turn around and chuckle lowly, "it looks like you ate a bitch out and she got too into it and she hit your face." John joked as he gave me the ice pack rapped in a washcloth walking out of the room to probably go grab the first aid kit out of the bathroom.

Gently resting the covered ice pack against my jaw I finish my cigarette, watching John come back in as he started to set up the first aid. "Your actually pretty calm, I thought this would brake your chill." I joked watching John give me an unamused smile. "No, but seeing your shit recked is not a great sight either." John snarky replied hiding his concern as he walked over to the skin and wetting a washcloth. "They were shit talking me and Craig's weight, you know how hard he's been working out, and staying on track! And I've even started working out at least twice a week, I've been trying, you gotta give me some kind of credit." I explained defining myself the best I could with out hurting my already bruising face.

John, sighed knowing how much my friends ment to me, "Fine, now this is gonna hurt, so relax and trust me." John huffed as he gently started to wipe away the blood on my cheek, and under my nose. I watched John's focused face, I relaxed my body, I didn't even realize I was tensed. "Take a picture It'd last longer." John smiled, and he moved up to above my eyebrow were a nasty cut was, the taller boy had a nails that cut.

I chuckled at John's remark before clinching my fists in pain. "Sorry." John whispered, feeling his warm breath tickle my face smelling his breath, mint of course that was the only flavor he vaped. I stayed still and quite as John gently placed an bandaid on my cut. Looking my face over one last time to see if he missed any cuts, but only seeing bruises which he couldn't do anything about the bruises, "(Y/n) I-" I cut John off when I grabbed his face pulling him into me kissing him. As I was about to pull away I felt John's hands grab the back of my head pushing back into the kiss, with a quiet humm of happiness.

Finally I slowly pulled away, "sorry, for no warning, but I love you so much, more than I can really say." I blushed at John's small smirk. "Actually I was about to do the same but first." John paused, flicking my forehead "that's for being so retarded," I gave John a pout rubbing my forehead. Grabbing my face gently cupping my cheeks making sure to not push on them, he pulled me into another sweet kiss. Moving my head to the side I deepened the kiss, "Should I come back later?" I heard Craig remarked behind us at the opening of the kitchen.

Pulling away I started laughing at Craig's teasing look he sent us, "About time you two, I thought you guy's would never get together." Craig joked as he walked over to us handing me my Shirt, "I'll be on my way and leave you two alone." Craig laughed winking as he left. "(Y/n)?" John asked, I turned to him with a smile as I ran my fingers through his long bleached hair, probably getting some blood in it from my hands. "Yes?" I simply replied feeling like I was on cloud nine. "I love you too, more than I love anything else." John whispered against my lips before kissing me again, keeping his touchs light and soft not wanting to hurt me.

Who knew that fighting two teenagers would get you together with your crush?

((Hope you guys enjoyed! You can send in asks about me or requests! From anyone from banana bus squad or the misfits!))

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especially-heinous-ada · 6 years

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To Be Alive

Hey, tumblr friends! Here with a one-shot fic, based on a request from @bisciwri

TW: depression, suicide

The request was for how Rafael would support a reader who struggles with depression and self harm. Depression and mental health are topics close to my heart, as someone who has struggled with depression and, on my worst days, suicidal thoughts. If you are also struggling, I encourage you to reach out to people you trust, who care about you. It can make all the difference in the world. Please know that it will always get better, even if it might not seem like it. I love you all and you can always talk to me about whatever is on your mind.

A menacing crack of thunder sounded through the night air. Rafael shifted his position on the couch, then turned the page of the novel he was currently addicted to. It had been pouring most of the day, making him long to stretch out on the couch and catch up on all the reading he hadn’t had the energy for lately. He eagerly rushed home when he finished with his workload for the day, picking up dinner on the way home so that he wouldn’t have to leave this comfy spot once he got settled in.

With a content sigh, he glanced out the window to watch the rain fall. It was a dark and drizzly night. The kind that makes it difficult to see your surroundings while walking down the street. On the plus side, it had drastically reduced the foot traffic on his walk home.

An abrupt chirping interrupted his musing and he glanced at his phone where it sat on the side table. The screen was illuminated. With a sigh, he picked it up to examine the caller ID.

“Y/N?” Rafael read aloud, furrowing his brow.

Usually, you were in bed by now. Though, it was the beginning of the weekend. You did occasionally call him late on Friday nights when you had too much to drink and needed help getting home. He was the only guy you trusted for this special task. An honor he didn’t take lightly. Though, you did tend to get a bit…flirty with him when you got that tipsy. His heartbeat quickened and his cheeks grew warm at the thought. Pressing answer, he held the phone to his face.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s going on?” Rafael smiled, waiting to hear your tipsy giggles. There was no response. He frowned. “Y/N?”

From the other end of the line came quiet sniffling noises, and Rafael began to worry.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need me to come get you?” The crying intensified and you sobbed uncontrollably between shaky, gasping breaths.

“Where are you?” He demanded, bolting upright and hurrying toward the door. He grabbed his jacket and jammed his feet into his shoes as you continued to sob. Grabbing his keys and wallet before exiting, his mind raced as he could think of only the worst.

“Home.” You managed to gasp as he finished locking his front door.

“I’m on my way.” Rafael assured you as he charged down the street in your direction, hailing a cab. He stayed on the line with you the entire ride over, only hanging up once he stood outside the door to your building. He buzzed up and the door swung open. He moved as quickly as his legs would take him, heart beating a mile a minute.

Stopping outside your door, he let himself in with the key you’d given him after the last time he brought you home. He pushed the door open to see you on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees, which were curled into your chest. Your face was hidden, head hung low. He could hear the sound of your whimpers. His face fell, with his heart.

“I’m here, Y/N.”

You didn’t even look up. You looked so defeated. What had happened to you? Rafael fretted as his eyes scanned you for signs of assault. He saw none. No bruises or blood. No cuts or scrapes. You were in your pajamas, with no shoes, which would normally have led him to believe you’d been home all night. Somehow, though, you were wet. Soaked to the bone, with damp hair. A chilly breeze blew through your apartment and Rafael looked toward the balcony, where your sliding door was left wide open.

He stepped further into the room, thinking to draw the door shut. Wet as you were, you’d catch cold in a room chilled by the night air. As he drew nearer, he noticed one of the black barstools from in front of your breakfast bar had been dragged outside. He remembered you telling him once that sometimes when you were lonely or bored, you liked to sit on the balcony in the rain and feel it hit your skin. As he began to pull the door shut, lightning flashed, and he glanced outward toward the horizon. Suddenly, he froze.

His heart plummeted and his eyes grew wide in horror. He couldn’t look away. Drawn in like a moth to a flame, he stepped forward into the cold, damp air. Rain came down in sheets on top of him once more, but he couldn’t be bothered—his eyes transfixed. Thunder crashed in the background as his world shattered.

He reached his hand up in the darkness of the hazy night and felt the rough, scratchy fibers of rope. He felt as if his heart had been wrenched from his chest as the realization set in. The reason for your weeping before him dangling down from above. He swallowed hard, turning back toward your apartment, stepping back through the doorway and sliding it shut quietly. The sound got your attention and you lifted your head, turning to face him.

When you saw the look on his face, you felt hot tears well up in your eyes once more. Rafael was the person you cared most about in this world. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him. But you’d been suffering for so long. You couldn’t take it anymore.

He drew closer to you. Slowly, gently—as if you were a skittish animal, or a wisp of smoke that might be blown away by a careless gust. He sat beside you on the couch and pulled you into him, wrapping you into a tight embrace. You could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest.

“Why?” He whispered, as he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes.

“I hate myself.” You responded, sniffling and futilely wiping away your tears with a wet sleeve. “I hate the way I look. The way I talk. I’m no good at anything. No matter how hard I try. People hate me. They’ve always hated me. They think I’m a bitch—and they’re right. I can’t keep a man to save my life. I chase people away! My job is unfulfilling and stressful, and—there’s just no joy in my life. I’m miserable. It feels like there’s this black cloud over me, and it’ll never go away. When one thing goes right, three things go wrong.”

As soon as you started to spill your emotions, you couldn’t stop. You told Rafael about all the feelings you’d kept bottled up. You cried and sniffled and wailed in pain as you told him everything that had been weighing you down—including some things you’d been too afraid to admit to yourself. Rafael waited patiently and intently listened to every word. When a silence fell over the room, he felt compelled to ask.

“Why?” He didn’t elaborate, but you knew exactly what he was asking.

“I just wanted the pain to end.” You said in a low whisper. “I’d been thinking about it for a while now, but I could never do it. Then today, it was worse than ever. I made up my mind that I was finally going to do it. When I stood out there on my balcony and my life flashed before my eyes, I thought of you. And I knew I had to hear your voice again. So I called you. To hear it one last time. And when you answered so happily, I—I just couldn’t—”

Rafael sniffed, pulling you back into him, and buried his face in your hair. Tears streamed down his face and he tasted their salt in his mouth as he sucked in a jagged breath.

“I had no idea. If I had known, I’d have—”

“Don’t blame yourself; that’s how I wanted it.” You interrupted. “I didn’t want to burden you. You already have enough problems with work.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Rafael said with a great sadness in his heart. “You could never be a burden. Don’t you understand?” He pushed your shoulders back to get a full view of your face once more. His eyes were full of tenderness and your heartbeat quickened. You were never happier than when you were looking into those beautiful eyes. A gentle hand caressed your cheek before resting on your chin.

“Understand what?” You whispered, feeling your breath catch in your chest. He tilted his head ever so slightly and leaned in, pulling you close and crashing his lips into yours with a palpable passion. Caught off guard, it took you a moment before you realized that this was not a dream and began to kiss back. You couldn’t believe it was real.

The intensity of his kisses electrified you and he was all you could think about. Suddenly, you were so glad to be here. You didn’t care that you were sopping wet and exhausted, or that you’d probably wake up with a cold tomorrow. You were so glad to simply exist, here in this moment. So glad that you’d finally taken the weight off your chest. Elated to know how much Rafael cared. On fire with the fervor of his kisses.

“I love you.” He breathed “I always have. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. But I was too afraid to admit it.”

“Me, too.” You confessed. He gave a meek smile.

“It sounds like we were both hiding things we shouldn’t have.” You nodded, and he studied your expression. “Y/N… I want to be with you. Your one and only. Forever.” You felt yourself blush at his declaration.

“In order for that to happen, we have to be open with each other. You have to tell me when you’re struggling, or I can’t help. When times are hard, just tell me. You don’t have to bear the weight of the world on your own.”

You nodded in acknowledgement before glancing out the window. The storm had calmed. The sobbing had subsided and your breathing had stabilized.

“I don’t ever want you to feel this way again. If you give me the chance, I promise you, I will do my damndest to show you why life is worth living.”

You smiled.

“It might take some time to believe it—that life is worth living. But I do know that you make me happy. And that’s enough for now.”

“Trust me when I say…no matter how bad things seem…no matter how long that dark cloud lingers…the sun always comes out eventually.” Rafael reassured you.

“I hope you’re right.” You said as you snuggled into his chest. He laid back on the couch, allowing the two of you to get comfortable. Utterly exhausted, you quickly drifted away, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of Rafael’s heart. In the darkest storm of your life, you’d reached out. And now you could see a glimmer of light. For the first time in a long time, you were happy just to be alive.

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laurensomebody · 6 years

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An Overnight Shift

I get the urge at 10:45pm in mid-August. I grab my laptop and run out, announcing I’ll be at the nearby 24/7 convenience store. I hope the chatty guy is on-duty, the one who always leaves me inching away guiltily from our fun banter or his war stories about the working men who changed forever once they started buying beer in the morning.

Instead, it’s the stoic bearded guy in a turban who rarely speaks and who once took a photo of me to test my phone’s camera. But if I don’t do this tonight, I never will. I ask when he’s off the clock- 6am- and he hoists a black milk crate over the counter halfway through my next question: “Can I stay here with you to find out what it’s like and then write about it online?” He casually points to a spot between the newspapers and ATM as if that’s where the bloggers sit. Then I catch him smirk and side-eye me as I settle in and feel guilty that he’s so obliging. Better late than never, we exchange names. I reassure the man I’ll call Tom that the essay will only get a few readers. He’s up for it in any case, seemingly glad for the company despite there being no other incentive. I spot a scary, official No Loitering sign on the wall and freeze, then realize jail would still be something to write home about.

Tom has been here “about nine months” and is a long-haul truck driver waiting to renew his license before leaving to hit the road again. I’m instantly relieved about the lowered stakes, which I hadn’t even considered due to the refreshingly ungoverned feel of the place. “How come everyone who works here seems so chill, and not scared or like they have to change their personality?” Tom shrugs. “It’s our culture. Hospitality.” I wonder whether he considers faking it to be inhospitable by definition. But I’m afraid to ask too many questions yet. I check the time- almost seven hours to go, the background silence already stretching the minutes. This might be rough, but I’ll look even crazier if I walk out now. Plus Tom has been here since 6pm. I can’t bail when I get to sit down while he’s working.

An older guy walks in, points at me and mumbles something, then tells Tom he’s been coming around “probably before you were born.” Another white man in his 70s walks in for “Pall Mall Oranges and Newport 100s.” The two seem like friends, and I wonder why they entered separately. What the hell are they up to? I check the second guy’s bright red hat to see if it says MAGA. It doesn’t. Disappointed, I slump back down on my crate and ask myself what kind of drama I’m expecting.

On the other hand, anything could happen! I came in recently at 3am to find bananas strewn all over the floor, broken display cases on the counter and cops arriving. I imagine an emergency shotgun stashed out of sight and wonder if that’d make me feel safer. I smile and wave at one of several cameras on the ceiling, happy to have proof in case something outrageous happens. It’s also a habit. I smile sarcastically at the first camera I see while shopping for groceries or clothes, just to let the watchers know I’m not a threat and they’re creepy for spying. Except this time I might actually be a criminal. I regret the gesture right away.

Folks stream in one after another to buy drinks, tobacco and little else. I’m shocked there’s so much foot traffic and predict it’ll die down between 2 and 6am when alcohol sales are banned. Some see me and laugh or look concerned. Others pointedly stare straight ahead and sneak glances. I’m glad to blend in as a fly on the wall, then insulted that no one is asking about my groundbreaking exposè. After awhile, I resent them all for bogarting Tom. Turns out I should’ve considered not giving this man an unsolicited volunteer job while he’s already on the clock. At least he seems unbothered.

I reach into my purse. My phone has been on silent all day. I see several missed calls from Kevin at the apartment, and texts asking why I’m at the store with my laptop. I start to call but look up to see him approaching. He barges in, pauses while I stand to explain- “This is a project!”- then walks over to Tom, who’s mopping in the back corner. I stay put, stunned by the most non-confrontational person I know. I hear Tom say, “Hey, boss...it’s okay, boss...hey, boss” and nothing else. Kevin exits without stopping; this time I follow and yell. “Talk to me, not him! This is so unprofessional!” He turns and speaks with restraint. “Lauren, this is weird.” He walks away with “Enjoy and be safe.”

I’m pissed. If I were a surgeon, would he crash the operating room and start cutting? How dare he bother an interview subject? Now Tom stands across from me with an incredulous smile. “He kept saying, ‘That’s my girlfriend and it will never happen. It will never happen.’” I can’t believe my ears and apologize profusely. Tom says he promised he’s a good guy; nothing bad is going on. I keep saying sorry on Kevin’s behalf. Then it hits me. Maybe I should’ve filled him in a little more before rushing out for this harebrained assignment, and I’m a teensy bit responsible. I confess, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I kinda didn’t tell him exactly what I was doing or why.” Tom stares. “...You should have.”

I sit down and lean back as Tom returns to his work. I relish the lack of customers and replay what just happened, angry at myself but also at Kevin for assuming I was ignoring him on purpose and too irrational to speak with onsite. But seeing him charge forward with such steely determination was kinda hot. And I’m relieved Tom didn’t laugh in his face for implying he might attempt a tryst. Wait. Did I subconsciously orchestrate all of this as a sick ploy for attention? Did I secretly need to be chased and claimed in public? Nah. I like to be in full control of my humiliations. Occam’s razor- I’m just selfish and impulsive. I go back to taking notes.

I notice a very large man buy baked Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and am impressed by the healthy choice; I’d never gamble $1.69 to find out they’re not as tasty. One customer asks if they have chocolate-covered strawberries (no), then pays for his ice cream and water with half-card, half-cash. A middle-aged drunk guy runs in after his lady friend and stops to point at me, asking why “this bitch is in the corner.” When he yells at the woman to hurry, a younger guy squares up and mocks him for trying to start a fight in the store. They all leave. I ask Tom if that sort of thing is common. He nods.

Business slows again and we get to talk more, ice fully broken by the tense moments we’ve just survived. Tom works nearly all week and commutes from a suburb 30 miles away. He sleeps, eats, and showers for work while at home, leaving “no time for videogames.” Tom is Sikh and from Punjab, but he’s been here most of his life. He’s saving himself for marriage in India, where his parents live and will one day arrange his match. His wife will have to show that she’s been playing intense sports if she knows her hymen will be missing before the moment of truth on their wedding night. Tom avoids temptation with American girls and constantly imagines what it’ll be like with his very nervous new wife. I tell him it’s good he has reasonable expectations; an awkward start won’t mean they’re not a good fit. I’m still with my first love, so anything’s possible.

Tom asks if my boyfriend keeps me up at night “giving me headaches,” needing “one more glass of water or one more thing to eat.” I laugh and say I like cooking but not late or on-demand. When I reveal I’m 33, Tom asks why we don’t have children. I say I’m still trying to grow up, that I left another job a few months ago, that I can only handle my little dog for now and have been trying to reset in general. He dismisses my excuses and says children are the most important thing, so I should have them right away no matter what. Why wouldn’t I want to “make life happier?” He turns wistful, tugs at the air and asks me to imagine “little babies crying ‘Mommy, Mommy, I’m hungry!!’” He snaps out of it and asks, “Won’t that be great?!” I wonder how such a stressful thought can be his go-to parenting daydream.

In the middle hours, Tom greets soft drink delivery trucks, stocks shelves and plays prayers aloud from his phone. I hold myself in the cold and rock back and forth. I enjoy listening to the chants without talking. Tom listens everyday for hours, probably why he’s so calm. I make a mental note to meditate more as I abandon the notes in front of me about which brand of cigarettes each customer is buying. I can no longer keep track, and nothing matters anymore.

Suddenly, what has felt like infinity becomes the home stretch. It’s 4:30. I’m more tired than I would be at this hour in bed, scrolling, tapping and dreading another day. Tom is visibly more drained as he powers on, handling paperwork, odds and ends. I can’t believe I let him watch me vacation at his labor site in hopes of finding some big scoop when the most dramatic scene was one I regrettably helped bring about.

It’s almost 5am. Tom leans on the counter for a moment of rest and asks me when I plan to leave, then repeats the question when I don’t hear. He says I don’t have to stay until 6. I take the hint and start packing up. He’s been kind and welcoming for longer than I should ever expect but he’s reached his limit. I thank him repeatedly and leave without ceremony. While crossing the street, I fear he was testing me and now he thinks I couldn’t cut it in the final hour.

I get home and walk little Dmitri, send him to bed and crawl into my own. I curse myself to sleep, planning to trash my notes like always, since just sitting there under the fluorescent lights was enough to dull my curiosity into anticlimax. I’m not a reporter. I’m an asshole for not having to go back there tomorrow. I pestered Tom on his own turf for nothing- what a bother and a waste, like everything else in life. Stupid idea; failed mission. Maybe this is the exhaustion talking?

But I feel the same way the next day and for several days, until Kevin goes to get coffee and sees Tom again. He apologizes for how he acted that night, for making rude assumptions. Tom readily forgives, saying he would have done the same thing with such little information. They share a hug at the counter. As Kevin recounts it, I almost cry imagining that hug. Now I can justify every moment leading up to it. Stoic bearded guy is a real person to us both; one less stranger in our ‘hood! Nevermind that the hug wouldn’t have been necessary without my reckless behavior, or that Tom is no more excited to see either of us now than he ever was before, or that things have returned to normal and it might as well have never happened, or that I won’t be invited to Tom’s wedding and we’re not friends, or that I’m not a big people person anyway, or that I could still be in trouble if that whole thing was indeed illegal. It still feels like something new, anyhow.

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nickireadstfc · 6 years

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The King’s Men, Chapter 12 – Highway To Hell

In which things go really beautifully well, and then really fucking horrible.

Sounds good? No, it doesn’t. It’s time for Nicki to read The King’s Men.

You guys warned me about this one, and for the entire first half of the chapter I was like “what are they on about, this is wonderful, there’s so many great things happening”, like I was genuinely considering y’all might have had your chapters mixed up.

And then.

Oh god.

Let’s take it from the top, shall we? Let’s go back to a time where things were easy, chill and beautifully gay.

(Also, welcome to yet another 3k word dump, because this chapter is an absolute monster.)

The Foxes are on the road to Binghamton, their next big opponent before semi-finals. And less than half a page in, the first miracle of the day happens – or rather, the first miracle of the Day:

The monsters voluntarily and easily socialize with the rest of the team, led by none other than Kevin.

Granted, it’s to talk Exy strategies which, as we know, is Recommended Kevin Bait, but my teamwork-loving heart is not gonna complain.

The best thing about this, though, is that Neil actively refuses to join their sweet sweet Sportsball Talk just to make sure Andrew won’t feel left out.

Excuse me while I cry into my rainbow-coloured jersey.

Linked to that – and we’ve not had these in a while, so I’m proud to present you – Today’s Casually Mentioned, Yet Heartbreakingly Sad Neil Fact is:

Neil had spent his entire life drifting by on the outskirts, looked over and looked past. It’d made him happy, or so he thought, because being ignored meant he was safe. He hadn’t realized how lonely he was until he met the Foxes.

Uhmm, cue my tears.

Kevin, though, isn’t so happy his favourite minion in training isn’t cooperating:

“You gave me your game. You don’t have the right to walk away from me when I am trying to teach you.”

“I gave my game to you so we could get to finals,” Neil sent back, “but you said yesterday you don’t expect us to make it there. You’ve given up on us, so I’m taking my game back. I don’t owe you anything.”

Damn, you tell him, Josten.

Neil has exactly -3 fucks left to give and it’s absolutely glorious.

In other news – we’ve reached the end of the Suspicious Countdown (shoutout here to the anon recreating this in my ask box, you sly fuck).

Every night since his birthday he’d gotten a number texted to him. Today’s sobering “0” had arrived during lunch. Neil didn’t know what to make of it. (…) It was as anticlimactic as it was nerve-wracking.

Same, my boy. This shit is unnerving.

Well, I’m sure this is absolutely harmless and nothing will happen at all.

To distract himself from the Slight Feeling of Impending Doom, Neil engages in his new favourite pastime:

Adoringly gazing at Andrew’s handsome features like a love-sick pathetic idiot.

Neil didn’t know what he was looking for. Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seemed almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting.

Oh boy, oh my sweet innocent summer child, I can tell you right fucking exactly what it is.

Your ass is the fuck in love.

“I’m not doing anything,”

“I told you to not look at me like that.”

Neil didn’t understand, so he let it slide.

…… //looks into the camera like I’m on the office.

Any time I think this boy is done being oblivious, he instantly goes back on his bullshit.

Although maybe –

“I didn’t say anything [when we were talking about zombie apocalypses] because I knew I’d look out for only me when the world went to hell. I don’t want to be that kind of person anymore. I want to go back for you.”

Uhmm, EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY.

Can these idiots like – fucking stop being sappy and gross, I did not expect this bullshit from them, give a girl some fucking warning.

Jesus fuck.

And they keep going, of course – being on the road to Binghamton reminds Neil of his time Being On The Road, and so he casually tells Andrew all the shit that happened to him on his travels, which of course he never told a single soul before.

Natch.

It passed the time, though, and Andrew let him ramble. He never once took his eyes of Neil’s face or looked like he was mentally tuning out of the conversation.

Oh yeah, also of course Andrew is a love-sick pathetic idiot as well.

Natch.

And Neil uses that to get Andrew to open up about his travels between foster homes and his time with Aaron, which he also never told anyone before.

Fucking natch.

[Andrew took] care of Aaron’s addictions. He stocked the upstairs bathroom with canned food and barricaded Aaron in there until he had finished withdrawal. Luckily (…) there were no neighbors close enough to hear Aaron’s best attempts at breaking out.

Andrew Minyard, putting the ‘love’ in ‘tough love’ since 2010.

These brothers are everything, haters please exit in a left-directed fashion.

When they make their next pit stop, Coach doesn’t even make any attempts at separating Andrew and Neil, which brings on one of my favourite bits in this chapter:

Neil’s oblivious ass comes to the realization that Coach Knows™.

“I really want to know when Coach figured this out.”

“It isn’t a ‘this’,” Andrew reminded him.

Oh yeah, please also know that every time I’m shouting at Neil to stop being so oblivious this of course also extends to his smaller, deadlier counterpart.

Last November Neil put Andrew’s hands to his damaged skin and asked Andrew to believe in him. Somehow Wymack had seen right through Neil’s crushing guilt and Andrew’s grudging trust.

Well, if I saw two idiots that have been radiating tension all semester anyways suddenly fumbling under each other’s shirts, I would get suspicious too.

“How did he see it when Aaron and Nicky still can’t?”

“Coach doesn’t care for rumours and bias,” Andrew said. “He sees what is, not what people want him to see.”

Which is the reason why David Fucking Hufflepuff Dad Wymack is the best damn character in this series, no questions asked, no other opinions accepted. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

I need more Wymack love in this fandom always.

In related news, though – apparently the upperclassmen are betting on Neil’s sexuality, which is just about the best thing ever. Also, heck yeah, I called it.

Apparently, they’re split down the middle. In my book, this means Matt and Allison betting on Gay Neil, while Dan and Renee bet on Straight Neil.

(You’d think Renee would bet on Gay Neil since she’s subject to Andreil Pining every practice break, but nope – you can’t tell me Allison Reynolds, Lipstick Bisexual and Bad Bitch Extraordinaire doesn’t have her gaydar on lock.

I rest my case.)

“It’s a waste of time and money. They’ll all lose. I’ve said all year I don’t swing and I meant it. Kissing you doesn’t make me look at any of them differently. The only one I’m interested in is you.”

I’mma go fling myself into the fucking sun.

Brutally Honest About His Feelings Josten is a very, very good Josten.

Also, someone finally teach this boy the definition of demisexual, please.

“Don’t say stupid things.”

“Stop me,” Neil returned. He buried his hands in Andrew’s hair and tugged him in for a kiss.

Happy to report the gays are back at it again.

Nothing like some fun backseat fondling before a big game, because sooner than thought they’ve arrived at Binghamton and their asses are in for a fun game of Orange Spotsball.

Did I say fun? I mean fucking stressful.

Almost-cards left and right, balls thrown in unholy places, all remaining chill has fucking evaporated.

But as always, when Sportsball Times get tough, there is one thing we can count on:

Andrew’s willingness to do kind of everything if Neil asks nicely.

“I’m asking you to help us,” Neil said. “Will you?”

Andrew considered it for a moment. “Not for free.”

“Anything,” Neil promised, and stepped back to take his place in line again.

Neil didn’t exactly know what he’d gotten himself into, but he honestly didn’t care, because Andrew delivered exactly what Neil wanted him to.

Which, in this case, means trashtalking every opposite player that comes close to his goal and fiercely fending off Exy balls as if they’re straight thoughts.

HEEEELL YEAH.

Also, I’m totally sure this promise won’t come back to haunt us ever again.

With Andrew kicking some major Bearcat butt in the back and Neil and Kevin fucking shit up in the front as per usual, the Foxes reign home a glorious close win! Celebration all around!

Girl dancing gif

And I’m sure there is exactly nothing at all that can go wrong now.

Neil was halfway to the door when his phone hummed (…) He didn’t recognize the phone number, but he didn’t have to. He knew that 443 area code.

Baltimore was calling.

Well, tits.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Junior. Do you remember me?”

Neil’s heart lurched to a sick halt. (…) It was Lola Malcolm, one of his father’s closest people.

LOLA.

I’ve heard that name before. I swear to fuck I’ve heard that name before. Was she mentioned already? Did I just read it somewhere on tumblr? Whatever it is, I know that she’s not fucking fun.

We’re in deep, deep shit, people.

“Are you listening? It is time to go. If you make this difficult for us, you will regret it for the rest of your very short life.”

Hell fucking no, lady. You can take that dramatic ass attitude and stick it right up your ugly butt.

Neil agrees with me:

Fast on the heels of fright was an irrational and wild anger. He was halfway of winning Andrew’s trust, a weekend from his first vacation, and one month from semi-finals. There were only four matches left in championships. Neil was so close to everything he wanted and Lola was here to steal it away.

“Put a hand on me and you’ll regret it,” Neil said.

HELL YEAH.

Fuck this, fuck all of it, she is not getting us this easily.

We came so close, so close, and we are not here to have this taken away.

“[Your father] is in Baltimore,” she corrected him. “His parole hearing was on your birthday. (…) We can’t kill [the Foxes], but we can hurt them. You’ll see.” (…)

Jackson Plank was in the locker room with his team. A second later Romero Malcolm stepped into view in a similar [security guard] getup.

… Maybe we are here to have this taken away.

Hey, remember how literally a few pages earlier Neil said he wouldn’t save the Foxes, only himself, in an apocalypse scenario?

I’d like to call heartfelt bullshit on that.

The five feet between Neil and his team could have been five thousand miles. Looking at them all, Neil was as sad as he was proud. (…) He was sorry to leave them with all of his lies, sorry they’d have to get the truth from Kevin after the fact. They were all right here with him still but he missed them with a ferocity that threatened to turn him inside-out.

Also known as: The moment literal tears started to form in the corners of my eyes.

I say “omg I’m crying” a lot, but I very rarely shed actual tears. This was a moment that came close.

The last moment Neil gets to look at his team before being literally kidnapped, the moment he loves them more than ever, ever before, and they all have absolutely no idea what’s about to happen.

And it gets worse.

Only Andrew saw the strain in Neil’s mask. (…)

“Thank you,” Neil finally said. He couldn’t say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty, and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. “You were amazing.”

I’m so emotional. I’m so, so goddamn emotional. I can’t handle this.

I feel like this is as close to a love confession as we’re ever gonna get, and I’m not handling anything right now.

Deep breaths, Nicki. Deep breaths.

(Disclaimer: I’m not actually expecting Neil to die in Baltimore. I know this book has five more chapters and I know Nora is not killing off her protagonist, come on. But I am expecting some awful, awful shit to go down, like “way worse than the Raven’s Nest” shit, like “changes the game forever” shit, like just some majorly fucked up shit that I am very much not here for. And so let me treasure those last moments – not because we won’t come back, but because we won’t come back the same way we’re leaving right now.)

And with that, we’re off – kidnapped away in a whirlwind of fan riots outside, handcuffed and chained to the inside of a car, zooming along the highway off to god knows where, and now comes the moment where I understood why y’all were warning me about this chapter.

Aside from beginning to cut up his fucking hand as soon as they get in the car (really, what the fuck is it with this mob and knives), Lola has certain opinions about Neil’s facial tramp stamp.

“I can’t take you before your father with such a stain on your face. Rome?” (…)

Soon enough the dashboard cigarette lighter popped free of its lock with a metallic cling.

WHAT THE FUCK.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK.

And with that – the bitch burns Neil’s tattoo off.

SHE BURNS.

NEIL’S.

TATTOO.

OFF.

And not enough with that, she also presses her knife into his other cheek so he can’t draw back without literally cutting himself open.

What the absolute everloving shit. I literally sat shellshocked for a good ten seconds that that.

But oh, my friends, it gets worse – because apparently they also gotta question Neil about the whereabouts of his dear mom, and “she’s dead” of course isn’t a satisfying answer.

And when they’re done with his mom, they move on to questions about the Foxes.

And when they’re done with his face, they move on to his arms.

I will never, never be able to look at a car cigarette lighter the same way again.

He didn’t want to think about this, didn’t want to feel this, so he thought about thr Foxes instead. He clung tight to the memory of their unhesitating friendship and their smiles. (…) The memories made him weak with grief and loss, but they made him stronger, too. He’d come to the Foxhole Court every inch a lie, but his friends made him into someone real.

More wet eyes. Such wet fucking eyes over here right now.

I’M NOT HANDLING THIS.

STOP IT.

He’d hit the end of his rope before he wanted to and he hadn’t accomplished everything he’d hoped to this year, but he had done more with his life than he’d ever thought possible. That had to be enough. He traced the outline of a key into his bloody, burnt palm with a shaky finger, closed his eyes, and wished Neil Josten goodbye.

Oh my god.

Nathaniel Wesninski let the last few miles fly by unnoticed.

OH MY GOD.

This is both super painful and super genius and I am FUCKING SHOOK.

STRONG YELLING, YOU GUYS.

The worst injuries were the ones on his face, but the mess Lola made of his hands was the most inconvenient. It’d be hard to fight back when even the slightest twitch of his fingers made his hands ache.

Oh yeah, also by now we’re back to being Human Punching Bag Neil Josten.

Well. It’s rather Human Punching Bag Nathaniel Wesninski now, right?

Nathaniel closed his eyes against the pitch black that threatened to swallow him whole. Lola smiled against his cheek and bit at his burns.

Y’all for real what the fuck is wrong with this woman.

Petition for her to decease right this very second, thank you.

And after that, Lola chloroforms him and drags him into to the house of his father, a literal Abusive People-Butchering Mob Head.

You guys. You guys. We’re in completely new uncharted waters now, and I have no idea what the hell is about to happen.

I both don’t want this to continue and really, really can’t fucking wait for this to continue.

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Lost in the Light

Maya crossed the gates of the highest court of India that is the Supreme Court of India with the final order of the judge, ending her four decade old marriage with Aditya, means divorce. She had tears in her eyes and a dirty jhola on her shoulder, loaded with old dirty files related with the case.

She said she would fight the case herself. Her lawyer had cut out his work for her for a hefty fee. Today she got the much sought after divorce but she was feeling cheated and broken. Other clients were also coming with their lawyers. And then, thought Maya, what a day-‘sad and cursed,’ as if she was standing near some freshly lit pyre.

What a dark day! What a break up! She could not stop her tears. Now officially she was alone, again a single, free woman. How aged, stiller, the air was in the late winter evening, like the panic of a wave due to foam of dirt, kiss of smog. Chilled and bitter yet grave, standing there under the polluted sky, that something appalling, just happened, looking at the red bricks and wall with the smoke engulfing them and dirty DTC buses honking, rogue motorists driving and gazing until a hand on her shoulder broke her stream of thought.

He was Aditya, my husband for forty five years. He hugged me very warmly, praised me and my sari, and looked pointedly towards the road.

I asked, “Can’t I call a taxi from here?”

He said, “My driver there will do it. There won’t be any problem. Try to forgive me, if I have ever hurt you or caused any pain to you and forget me. Take Care.”

I thanked him.

He looked at me, with tears in his eyes and vanished in the crowd of litigants.

I still remember my last unfortunate day when I had a heated argument with Aditya before I decided to file an application for divorce. I discussed with Sanjay, my husband best friend, the flirting of my husband with another lady.

She still remembers the day when she was informed by her maid Kiran about a woman visitor.

‘God, the front-door bell rang’ Maya listened.

I want to see Mr. Aditya, said the young charming woman in her mid twenties. ‘Oh yes, he will see me.’ She repeated, putting me aside very gently, and almost rushing so quickly. Yes, yes, yes’, she muttered as she ran upstairs. ‘He will see me. After six years in America, Aditya will see me.’

Maya heard a bang upon the door. Aditya rushed to receive her. She tried to hide her blushed face, like a virgin protecting her chastity.

“But who am I?” I wondered. My brain was flooded with number of questions about her relationships with Aditya. Was she only an ordinary friend or more than that? There was no body in the room, except Aditya and his friend. Their behavior added to my discomfort as my questions were to remain unanswered. I felt claustrophobic in the room and rushed out in panic to breathe a whiff of free and fresh air.

Faraha works in America. She is six inches longer than me and almost five years older to me. But she looks five years younger to me. I think, she is much more pleasant woman to talk to, I have ever met. She is extremely soft and sweet spoken, always has a charming and attractive smile on her face. In short, she is one of the very few women, whom I actually find beautiful and charming.

What the hell is going on between my husband and that bitch?' Maya's patience was at its lowest ebb and she was ready to burst. Sanjay knew that she was serious. 'Look, Maya. There is nothing going on between the two of them. Just a little bit of healthy flirting, I'd say.' 'Flirting? Healthy flirting? Really Sanjay . . .' she rolled her eyes in disgust. 'That's what you men call it? There is nothing healthy about flirting, Sanjay, not for a married man. Healthy flirting is a term introduced by perverted men who want to lend legitimacy to their extramarital dalliances. Flirting invariably has a sexual connotation to it.' She got up from her seat and walked around the room gesticulating and muttering something to herself. Suddenly she stopped, turned back, looked at Sanjay and asked, 'Did my husband sleep with her? You are his friend. Did he ever tell you anything about it?'

Sanjay preferred to remain silent.

Straightway, she rushed to the office of an NGO; she knew that claimed to be working for the right and safety of distressed women.

The NGO, Director was in his mid thirties, bearded but young and energetic. He was wearing a long kurta and blue lagoon jeans. He was very soft spoken. I told him my entire story.

Listening my story, he took me in his car ‘Ford Icon,’ to the nearby police station. We lodged a police complaint.

The inspector charged Aditya under a number of sections of which I have no idea. He took my sign on that complaint written by the NGO director. Inspector left the office with his men.

We both remained seated in the police station.

The director looked around and could not see anybody. He put an arm around me and hugged me and consoled me.

I was deeply impressed by his behavior and helping attitude.

The inspector returned after half an hour. He arrested Aditya under domestic violence act and dowry act. I was feeling very happy, victorious and relieved. Aditya was sent to jail but I knew it was all frame up.

Director and I left the police station. He dropped me at my residence. I took him inside and prepare coffee for him. During coffee we discussed about the future plan to fight the case. The director was very kind and generous to me. He offered a job to me in his NGO office and very happily I accepted that offer.

I was on the cloud nine with all this success. My eyes felt very heavy but very happy. He came close to me, held my chin up and said, “ Listen carefully. I am always there for you now, never feel hesitant for any help and work. Your mind will be troubled and you so far ignored your happiness which censured you. That was something nasty. I feel for your pain”

I was mesmerized. He told me that he was a bachelor.

Outside there was lightening, thunderbolt and very heavy rain. He could not step out of the flat. I prepared the dinner for us. At around ten it was still raining.

Ultimately we decided that the director sir will stay in my flat although I felt a little uncomfortable. But there was no other way-out.

We continued talking up to almost midnight.

I was feeling very uncomfortable. Suddenly he got up from his bed and held my hand. I could not sense the fear running my body. I was very nervous, extremely nervous.

He asked me, “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Of course I’m,” I said.

He said, “Why are feeling nervous then?’

He put his arm around my waist as a sigh of affection and concern. I did not resist.

“O god, there is nothing like that, I am fine,” I said.

“Please continue,” your stress will be lessened, he asked me.

I took a deep breath but could not speak.

He hugged me and kissed me. He switched off the light. We both slept together. In the dark his gentle hands searched my entire body. I enjoyed this new beginning. Now this was almost a daily routine. We never slept alone.

From next day onward, I started going to his NGO’s office. There I saw an altogether different society.

“Women, I never knew about them, but saw first time,…many women working there, women wear micro minis and with heavy makeup and always live in the company of a man and made as if they love each other , but only for money and sex and …offer them…every-thing…money …..bodies…And use each other…and stuff with them….to satisfy their own urges.…sex…money…activism…and ultimately awards and positions…Some used to come every day only to be used for paid and fixed dharnas, gheraos and demonstrations….all for money”

Now I was a part of this dark world. But now I was lost and trapped completely but there is no escape.

Sex and money have engulfed every part of their world. Once finished with DU or JNU, through artificial relationships, care free parents and relatives, than nothing is left drugs, sex, fake activism, NGOs but dark alleys.

Now my case was also going on in courts. Dates, adjournments, lawyers on strike, vacations, judge on leave or sick, etc., etc., all this became a part of my life. Now I started to see this new and ugly world for a ‘dumped’ woman. World and guys is freak. Director, lawyer and I talk a lot about my case, my future. But all loud talk, no escape. They all wanted money or sex. I had gotten used to the snobbery and drubbing and vice versa. It became realism that in that world, nobody cares about anybody.

Now I was shattered. It was my fault to destroy my happy home for a non-issue. Wasn’t it? I was blinded by light and thunder of fake and false modern, new world. Now I couldn’t cry even. Nobody loves me nor I. Here I was realized that I had lost everything and was crushed by my protectors. We did smile and laugh. But to my euphoria the smile didn’t encourage my crushed movements that would have converted my disabilities into joy.

Always I tried to be a little closer to my lawyer, understand his tricks and moves and catch glimpses of his hidden jibes beneath his face as I kept craning my neck from one side to another with every beat of files and law books. When the saying and shaking of head and eyes became tired I had to pay his fat fee. At times I had no fee then we flopped down on the couches. He wants money or me.

And ultimately I became victorious but lost everything and of course Aditya forever.

Now I will never get back Aditya. He will never be mine again. But the beautiful moments, the delightful time that we spent together, will always be mine. And it will always give me pleasure. And joy. I may not have in him in my life in reality, but he will always have in my dreams. Not even God can take him away from me. Only he was capable to make me lose my memory by his love and care. But he will always be in my mind, in my heart, just like Jack always stayed in the mind of Rose in Titanic.

“Many budding and aspiring actors leave their native places to pursue the American Dream in Hollywood, only to return and little did they know that Los Angles is not all about Hollywood but also about millions of slum-dogs who never became milliners.”

Broken and shattered I packed all my belongings. I decided to leave this city. It does not have anything more to offer me. Not in life, nor in love. I am moving to Vrindavan which has been given shelter to those who have no one in the world. Today once again, I am standing on another gateway, which will take me to a new world and new people. A new beginning will be there again. And I am all set to start everything, all over again. Vrindavan is the town where Lord Krishna spent his childhood days.

Like thousands of widows, orphaned women, etc., who have been making to this town their home till their end, where once Lord Krishna played with his gopis and gwalas. Left by their families, all alone in the world, some travel hundreds and thousands of kilometers to get some space and some peace in this holy and divine land but no-body knows why?

‘Tomorrow I will be one among the lost thousands.’

‘Problems of West, find solutions in east.’

From Kashmiri Gate, I boarded a bus going to Mathura.

The engine of the bus roared. I saw outside the bus- The heartless city of Delhi, which robbed me of everything. Now I hate this city.

The bus began to move; leaving small clouds behind. And slowly and slowly and slowly Delhi vanished out of my sight.

The bus reached Mathura at around seven p.m.. City was abuzz with temple bells and evening prayers. All the roads and streets were echoing with the hymns and shlokas of the Srimad Bhagwadgita and Lord Krishna.

I was very much confused and afraid of my loneliness. I was tired of travelling. I could not decide where to go. At times I was feeling to commit suicide. But ultimately I decided to go ISCON temple. It is a very beautiful temple and very lovely structure. I was mesmerized by the spiritual environment of the temple. There I felt a unique peace of mind.

I moved towards the manager’s office. There I enquired about the system and rules to get a room allotted on the permanent basis. When I was busy talking with the manager, a gentle but firm hand touched my shoulder. Taken aback I turned back. It was Aditya.

He asked the manager to allot a room. In the entry register, he filled the first name as Aditya Sharma and second as Maya Sharma (Wife). I did not question. The manager gave the keys of the room. Aditya took my luggage too. I followed Aditya like an obedient child. He opened the door. He unloaded himself and sat on a chair. I sat on the bed. We were silent but our teary eyes were talking about the lost four decades.

He muttered, “Don’t live in an American Dream My Dear! Life is not as rosy as you suppose to be. ..”

Aditya muttered the lines of famous poet T.S.Eliot

“Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Om Shantih shantih shantih.”

“He who works, having giving up attachment, resigning his actions to God, is not touched by sin, even as a lotus leaf (is untouched) by water.”

The Bhagavadgita, ‘True Renunciation’, Ch.V, Sl.10.

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Till the end of the line - chapter one

“I’m sorry, Mister Stark.”

The words echoed through his mind even to this day. It was crazy how much four little words could change one’s life forever, but truth be told, he didn’t mind as much anymore. He had in the beginning, he’d screamed and shouted, cursed the poor doctor, JARVIS and Aunt Peggy with every fiber of his being. All of that was in the past now, things had smoothed over with time.

He heard the rhythmic tapping of shoes on the floor, of footsteps, echoing closer. His head pounded and his whole body felt alight with flames of pain. What the hell had happened? The last thing he remembered was Rogers slamming his shield down on the arc reactor. After that everything had gone black.

Tony could feel cold concrete under his fingers, a slight draft of wind ran over him as a metal door in the distance creaked open. Was he in a prison of some kind? He tried moving his legs but gave up as pain further assaulted his senses. Sharp pains and the unmistakable sound of bones grinding together as he moved told him all he needed to know. His legs were probably broken. Which made escaping on his own near impossible.

“Where’s Stark?” A familiar voice growled from a short distance away. He couldn’t say for sure just how far.

“In his cell, sir.”

Ah, so he was in a prison. And a rather lousy one at that. If he had the strength, he would’ve tried to open his eyes to look at his approaching captor. But it felt like someone had glued his eyes shut, he groaned softly and tried again only to discover the glare of the too bright lights in his cell. It made his head thud and pulse, the room spun and he spilled the contents of his stomach onto the concrete floor below his head. As if his current position wasn’t awful enough.

He heard the door to his cell open, the soft scuffle of someone coming in. A hand grabbed his shirt and hauled him off the floor, dragging him partly through his own vomit. The stress and pain slowly overtook his mind until he finally descended into darkness.

May 29, 1970

“Harrold, darling, straighten out your tie.” Margaret gently fussed over her eleven-year-old son, barely paying attention to the hustle and bustle of the mansion’s staff around them.

“Peg, just leave it be.” Daniel chuckled, guiding his wife and children through the foyer and into the sitting room. “I’m sure Howard won’t notice a crooked tie or a crinkled skirt. The man has more important things on his mind today.”

Peggy sighed but took her Omega’s advice to heart, allowing her mate to guide her onto a two-seater while their son and daughter chased one another through the sitting room.

“Harry, Suzy, settle down, please. No running through the house.” Danny scolded softly. It was unlikely that the two whirlwinds would actually settle down at his words, they hardly ever did.

“You can’t catch me, Harry!” Suzy giggled as she ran across the room and slid right between the legs of one of the maids, creating a bit of wind that lifted the poor woman’s skirt up to her knees. The maid startled with a short high pitched scream and ran off while ranting a stream of curses in Italian.

Peggy gasped and stood up quickly, her Alpha voice sharp in the murmur of the room. “Suzan!”

But Suzan wasn’t listening to either of her parents and kept running, turning quickly she ran towards the sitting room’s entryway to the foyer, nearly barreling into someone.

“Now what’s all that-” Howard Stark walked into the room, gently rocking a small white bundle in his arms. Years of action had given him quick reflexes and he easily avoided a collision between himself and the two hyperactive children. “Woah! Hey, settle down you damn scamps. Don’t wanna hurt your little godbrother, now do you?”

Suzy gasped and clapped at the sight of a tiny fist freeing itself from the white bundle. She watched in awe as Howard walked over to the two-seater and smiled down at the tiny cooing bundle in his arms. Her brother, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm. But he would come around. Harry always did after a short while.

“Meet your godson, Peg.” Howard carefully placed the little bundle in Peggy’s arms and took a step back to watch his close friend and her mate fawn over Howard’s newborn son.

Peggy’s smile lit up the room as she looked down at the infant in her arms. The little baby boy yawned and blinked up at his aunt with his honey brown eyes. Such a precious little thing already and he was only an hour old. The little boy looked so much like Howard, though his face was a little rounder and the doe-like eyes were clearly Maria’s. He had a full head of black hair already, still baby soft like silk, as newborn babies tended to have.

“Howard he’s perfect,” Peggy whispered, carefully passing the baby to her mate when Daniel reached for their godson. She looked up at her old friend and for a moment she could’ve sworn she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

It made her frown.

Was Howard not happy with his newborn son?

“I suppose he is,” Howard said though she doubted he actually meant it.

“What’s his name?” She silently thanked Daniel for his quick thinking and smiled at her mate. A chuckle escaped her, for Daniel hadn’t looked up. He was completely enraptured with the little baby in his arms.

“Anthony Edward Stark.”

“I’m gonna call him Tony,” Suzy announced as she crawled onto the two seater next to her father. Her little girl tried to peer over the white blanket Tony was wrapped up in to get a better look at her godbrother.

“That’s a good nickname honey.” Daniel smiled. He carefully tucked down the blanket a little to allow both his pups to get a better look at Tony. “Little Tony Stark. He’s gonna be a great Omega someday.”

And suddenly it all clicked.

September 2016

The first thing he heard when he came to was the sound of water dripping down on concrete. Slow and steady as if someone had left the faucet on just enough to let it drip continuously. To be honest it was rather distracting. He was trying to concentrate here..

Light assaulted his eyes as he tried to take a look at his surroundings. He quickly closed them and groaned at the pounding headache that washed over him. Hot pains surged through his body and en-wrapped his mind, it made it hard to focus on his surroundings. Which was strange, he usually was quite good at ignoring his pain in general. So whoever had gotten to him, had gotten to him good to make the pain stand out like this.

It couldn’t just be from Rogers and Barnes beating him. Yeah, that had hurt like a bitch, but more emotionally than physically. Although he was fairly sure he had a few cracked ribs and one hell of a contusion on his chest to show for it. Sure Rogers and Barnes had done a number on him, but he was fairly sure they hadn’t rendered him immobile. Someone else was responsible for his broken legs.

He struggled lightly and gasped at the pain that shot up his legs. His wrists were bound together over his head and he was suspended by his arms. His lower legs seemed to rest partially on the ground, making the bones grind lightly with every movement he made.

A loud noise of metal scraping on concrete brought him out of his train of thought. He ground his teeth on instinct as if it would protect his brain from the assault. It didn’t, but he wasn’t about to argue with his own body.

“Mister Stark, how the mighty have fallen.”

A chill went down his spine at the sound of that voice. Nausea threatened to overtake him. He knew that voice, but it couldn’t be him. There wasn’t much of a lost love between them, no, but the man wouldn’t betray him like this. He’d even signed those damn accords to keep the man from going after his former teammates.

“Ross…” His own voice sounded raspy and barely audible. A very stark contrast to his usual deep but clear sound.

“Indeed.” Ross chuckled, was this all just one sick and twisted game to him?

“Why?” God his throat hurt, and all he could taste at the moment was metal. Blood. Was that the dripping sound he heard?

“Because you and your little friends are a pain in the ass, Stark. And since Rogers and his little band of misfits are beyond our reach, we’ll have to make do with you.”

“What?” What did he mean by that? Where the hell had Steve gone off to that Ross couldn’t reach him at. He was missing something here.

“You didn’t hear?” Ross smiled, like a psychopath looking down at his next victim. That was honestly the most accurate description he could think of. “The good captain is in Wakanda, with his little Alpha bitch and your little assassin friend.”

No. No, that couldn’t be right... T’Challa wouldn’t let cap into his country, not after everything that had happened… right? He looked up at Ross, brow furrowed and squinting against the single light source directly above him. “You’re lying..”

Ross let out a soft laugh.

“You keep thinking that, Tony.” The general turned on his heel and signaled the single guard in the darkest corner of the small room. “Deal with him.”

The guard stepped forward. The man towered over him, even if Tony would have been standing on his own two feet. The guard's face was covered by a gray skull-like mask, but those eyes seemed so eerily familiar. Had he seen this man before?

A blow to his temple made him black out and the room darkened once more.

December 25th, 2012

It was the twin’s tenth birthday today. Six months after the battle of New York. They were sitting in the living room on the twenty-third floor of the Avengers tower. Tony’s private lab was on this level, as well as the living quarters of his children. It was one of the few floors that had been left undamaged by the battle of New York. Thank Thor for small miracles.

“What’s a soul mate?” Oliver asked him quite out of the blue.

Tony took a moment to think about it and paused the movie they were watching.

“Well, it’s like a best friend but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else.”

He looked at his oldest child, a small smile worked its way onto his face. “A soul mate is someone who makes you a better person.”

Though that didn’t seem quite right, so he elaborated. “Actually they don’t make you a better person you do that yourself.”

“How?” Oliver frowned and curled up against his side.

“Because they inspire you,” Tony answered.

“Do you have a soul mate?” Oliver looked up at him with curious eyes, the little boy seemed genuinely interested in his answer.

“I do, I have two and one day you’ll meet them. You and your sisters.” At least, Tony hoped they would. He didn’t want to hide his children, but for now, it was for their own safety.

“Will they love you?” Oliver asked, voice soft and insecure.

“I think they already do, somewhere in their hearts. Because a soul mate is someone you carry with you forever.”

“Will they love me?” His son’s voice trembled and he looked down at his hands.

He gently lifted Ollie’s chin with his finger. “Yeah, one of them is your father, Oliver. And I know he’ll love you the moment he lays eyes on you. And Thea’s father will love her too.”

“What about Yalina?”

The question took him off guard for a moment and he had to take a breath. “Well, her father died. But if he was here, he’d love her very much.”

“Is that a soulmate thing? Knowing your pup when you see them?” Oliver seemed a little reassured, the pup sat up a little straighter and looked up at his Omega father.

Tony nodded. “Yes, yeah it is. An Alpha soul mate will know when a pup is his by his Omega soul mate. It’s biology.”

“Wait, so Yalina’s father wouldn’t know she was his pup?” Oliver asked.

The older Omega shook his head. “Not unless I told him.”

“Oh…” Oliver paused, “So tell me more about soul mates, papa.”

“It’s the one person or two, that know you better than anyone else does. That accepts you for who you are when no one else will.” Tony threaded his fingers through Ollie’s hair and carefully brushed it to the side.

“And no matter what happens you’ll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.”

Oliver nodded. “So it’s love forever and ever?”

“That’s right, Ollie.” Tony smiled.

“I want to meet my daddy and Thea’s daddy.” Oliver grinned and cuddled closer to his papa, he found comfort in Tony’s warmth.

“One day you will, little one. One day you will.” Tony whispered into his son’s hair.

“I love you, papa.” The little boy’s eyes slowly closed as sleep washed over him.

Tony pressed a kiss to his little boy’s head. “I love you too, mio piccolo Olivo.”

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Unexpected Part 2

Word Count: 1800 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Cursing. Angst. Fluff. Pregnancy.

Summary: Sam goes after the reader.

A/N: I am so pleased that you guys liked the first part so well! I am willing to continue this little series if you’re up for it… I love dadddy!Sam so much. :-) Feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

Read Part 1 Here

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You drove all night to distance yourself from the bunker and Sam. When you left, you could hear Dean calling after you but you didn’t look back.

The way Sam reacted had broken your heart. How could he have just not responded? The look on his face told you enough how he felt. You weren’t sure if you were going back or not. You had left all of your belongings including your phone at the bunker, only taking yourself, your baby, and your wallet with you on your little getaway.

Once your eyes started getting heavy, you stopped at the nearest motel and booked a room. You threw yourself down on the dingy bed and finally let the tears you had been holding back loose. For the first time since you found out about the baby, you quit trying to be strong and just let your sobs take over your body.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. And the night after that. On that third morning, you were all cried out. Not one more tear could escape your eyes.

Sitting up in bed with your hair in a rat’s nest, you rubbed your eyes and looked out at the curtains covering up the window. The rays of sun were so desperately trying to get through those drapes.

You wondered if Sam was trying that hard to find you.

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“Y/N? Y/N!” Sam yelled through the bunker almost an hour after you had left. How had he let an hour pass when he knew you were gone?

Dean was the one to answer him. “Woah, calm down. She left an hour ago. What is going on between you two?”

“Y/N is…. Y/N is pregnant,” Sam breathed out, visibly stunning Dean.

“She’s… oh man, Sammy. Why did she leave? What did you say to her when she told you?!”

Sam’s eyes were brimming with tears as he frantically pulled out his phone to call you. Your phone that you left on the counter started buzzing so he angrily hung up his phone.

“I didn’t say a damn thing. I just sat in there for a damn hour like an idiot!” Sam huffed, pacing around trying to find his car keys.

Dean placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder trying to get him to settle down. “Woah, you just sat there? You didn’t say anything?”

“I… it caught me off guard. When she said that we needed to talk, that was the last thing I thought that she was going to talk to me about… Oh god, Dean. I messed up. Did she tell you where she was going?”

Sam was visibly breaking down and Dean’s heart broke. He hated to see his brother like this, no matter how stupid he had been. Dean wanted so badly to rip him a new one for reacting the way he did, but he could tell how horrible he was feeling on his own.

“She just left without a word, Sammy. She looked really upset…” Dean paused as he continued to watch Sam run around the bunker trying to find the car keys. “So… how do you feel about this?”

Sam stopped and looked up at his brother. “I’m… happy. I never thought I’d get the opportunity to have kids. And who better to have them with than Y/N? I had a moment of fear… what if having this child would put it in danger? What if I’m not a good father? Or a good partner to Y/N…” He started tearing up when he mentioned you. “I just… I need to find her. Tell her how I feel. About her, about the baby… our baby… DAMNIT where are the keys?!” Sam’s voice rumbled throughout the bunker.

Dean pulled them out of his pocket, where they had been all along. “I’m coming with you,” was all he said before they bolted out to the garage.

Neither of them had any idea where you would have gone. They had been driving for a while - what if you had gone in the complete other direction? What if you had cooled off and went back to the bunker by now?

Sam was sitting in the passenger seat with a map sprawled out on his lap. He was racking his brain trying to think of where you could have possibly gone.

“This is fucking useless! How are we supposed to guess where she went?” Sam erupted. His outburst startled Dean. He decided to pull off to the side of the road to have a talk with him, brother to brother.

“You need to calm down, Sam. I know you’re stressed, but we are never going to find Y/N when you’re this wound up. Now take some deep breaths, or whatever those yoga hippies tell people to do to make them chill out.”

Sam gave Dean his best bitch face before taking his advice about the deep breaths. He looked down at his map with a clearer head this time. His mind instantly clicked and he knew exactly which way you would be going.

“Her dad used to hunt in this area when she was a little girl… I’m sure she headed that way”

Dean shifted Baby and turned her around in the opposite direction that they were headed without a word. Their car ride was almost silent, the rumble of the Impala being the only noise as they drove.

Sam was staring out the window when Dean looked over to see tears streaming down his face.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Sam looked over to him and quickly wiped the dampness off of his cheeks.

“The way I reacted…. I don’t know how I’m going to make it up to Y/N. I was only thinking of myself when I was sitting there. What about how Y/N must be feeling? She’s kept this to herself for who knows how long… and my reaction was to sit there and think about myself. That’s not the way a good father would react. What if I’m not going to be a good father? What if I mess up this kid? What if I end up like dad?”

Dean listened intently then thought about how to respond. He licked his lips and glanced over at his little brother. “Sammy, you’re going to be a great father. Never doubt that. You are not our dad, and I know that you will never raise your child like dad raised us… Y/N will forgive you. You just need to show her that you care. You need to tell her how you feel, Sam. It’s time you tell her that you are in love with her. It’s time to stop being scared and to be a rock for Y/N to lean on. Because that’s the kind of man Y/N needs right now, and that’s the kind of father your child will need. And if you ever need help, you know Uncle Dean be there. For both of you. For all of you.”

Sam took a moment to let Dean’s words soak in and then nodded. The rest of their car ride was spent in their own heads.

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You drug yourself out of bed to take a shower and to go out and get some food. You had to be careful about what you ate now that you were eating for two. The weather had turned dark as rain poured down in sheets. As you at your burger, you thought about going back to the bunker. You had cooled off and you thought you were ready to face Sam again.

Just as you were thinking that, you heard a knock on your door.

You knew there could only be one person behind that door.

Slowly opening it, just as you had suspected, there was Sam. His clothes and hair were soaked to the bone.

“Y/N…” he breathed and you sighed, stepping aside to let him in. You went off to the bathroom to get him a towel.

His eyes never left yours as you sat down, him following close behind you.

“How did you find me?”

“I remembered that your dad used to hunt in this area when you were young.”

You had forgotten that you told him about that. Sam was one of the very few people you let in, telling him all of your secrets. You trusted him more than anyone.

“Sam…”

“No, let me start, please…” He began as he took your hand in his. You nodded as you watched his adam’s apple bob thickly.

“The way I reacted…. it was totally unacceptable. I know that. I was only thinking of myself… I was thinking about how scared I was to have a child. I wasn’t even thinking about what you must be going through…. How scared you must be.” His tears and the rain that was left on his face started to mix on his cheeks.

“Y/N, I am in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for some time now…. I’ve just been too afraid that if I told you, it would all become too… real. I’m tired of being scared… I want to be with you more than anything, Y/N. You are so beautiful and smart and badass… and I know that you are going to be the greatest mother. I have no doubt about that. I am ecstatic about the baby, and I’m sorry that I didn’t react that way in the first place… Please, if you’ll forgive me, I promise to be with you every step of the way. Not only throughout this pregnancy, but throughout the rest of our lives. I will never leave your side.”

You were stunned at Sam’s confession. Reaching out and wiping the water from Sam’s cheeks, you rested your hand on his strong jaw as you felt him relax against your touch. When he knew that you were okay, he pulled you onto his lap in a tight embrace, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“I love you too, Sam. You’re going to be the greatest father,” you whispered as you ran your fingers through his dampened hair. A laugh of relief escaped his lips when he pulled away and reached down to your belly. There was no baby bump yet, but Sam rested his hands on your stomach anyway.

“I can’t believe… there’s a little baby in there…”

“I know,” you finished for him with a smile on your face. He looked up at you with a new light in his eyes.

You knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but with Sam by your side, you knew that you’d be able to get through anything.

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wwe-fluff-fic · 7 years

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Dolph Ziggler - Us Three.

Dolph Ziggler - Prompt #100: “You’re my soulmate.”

- Warnings - Angst, Fluff, Swearing, This guy with babies *-*

Word Count - 2,724 words.

Requested by - Anon.

A/N - I don’t actually understand how he’s this hot, complete babe *-*

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It had been 4 months now. 4 months since you broke up with your boyfriend of 1 year, 4 months since you’d last spoken to this certain wrestler you thought you’d spend forever with, 4 months since you left the WWE for a so-called ‘injury’. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him like crazy. Not a day goes by where you didn’t think about him, everything seemed so perfect - maybe that’s the reason why it had to come to an end...

Yours and Dolph’s relationship lasting a little over a year meant you could read him like a book, I guess that’s where it all starting to go wrong. Maybe it was all a huge misunderstanding, maybe not; but whatever it was, left your heart splintered for a long while. You could call Nate someone to get over Dolph, but he really wasn’t just that; however admittedly in the first instant; he was.

It was around 2 weeks after you had split from Dolph, simultaneously you had left the company for ‘short term’. You hadn’t left the house, lost your appetite and cried yourself to sleep for what seemed like an eternity. That singular thought playing like a record on repeat constantly in your head; that image that took you right back to when you walked out your house door and never went back. It was pretty stupid thinking about it... our breakup. His career began to come before me and that pissed me right off until I broke. You still managed to maintain some form of connection to a couple of the women superstars so that’s where this huge party started, and where you ended up in Nate’s bed...

Waking up that morning, turning over to see someone besides you that wasn’t the man you previously saw as ‘husband material’ instantaneously sent chills right down your back. But somehow after 3 months, you were still with this guy, it might have just been that he filled that lost segment of your heart that was lost before, or he truly made you happy, and he did - well that was up until 2 weeks ago. It was good whilst it lasted, he seemed to almost make you feel whole again; like the world could still carry on but then he found out. He finally found out a secret that still to this day, 2 weeks later, only 2 people are aware about. Before you could even blink at that very moment, everything started tumbling into a huge mess that would take a minor miracle to fix.

~ Tuesday Night ~

Not quite sure how she talked you into this. This wasn’t particularly how you’d dreamed of spending a bitter Tuesday evening however, it’s very difficult to change Maryse’s mind when she’s set on something. Miraculously she managed to worm her way into getting you to come to Smackdown Live seeing as it was in your hometown tonight.

The car journey was horrendous to put it bluntly. Way too many jolted halts at intersections, way too much traffic for a usual Tuesday evening and the constant feeling of sickness followed you throughout your journey. It would be an understatement to say you were ecstatic to be finally out of the taxi car, masked with the lingering scent of pure sweat - yeah officially not taking any more taxis.

You entered the backstage area of the arena, heading straight for the area Maryse had advised you to go to; after all, the last thing you wanted was to bump into old faces at this moment in time. Walking as fast as you could carry this ‘extra’ weight you are now starting to feel you took the fastest route to the crates, Maryse immediately catching your glimpse as you approached.

“Okay so tell me the whole story.” Maryse began to pester, forcing you to break the silence you had wanted to keep. “Like start to finish because this whole situation is just...”

“What do you want me to say? Once upon a time I was in a relationship with this wrestler, then we broke up for some stupid reason, but then you decide to have a crappy party and I ended up in bed with some other guy. Subsequent enough?” Your voice rose, talking about this whole ordeal was not what you were interested in doing right now - but yet again, Maryse has a way of getting her own.

“Y/N the child you are currently carrying... talk me through what happened today, in more detail.”

“Well, I dunno I moved my scan date to today because it was easier and it was all going fine until the doctor said he was 99.9% sure that I was 4 months along instead of 3...” You faltered in your speech, unsure on whether to cry or maintain your cool which at this point was extremely hard to do.

“And you weren’t in a relationship with Nate 4 months ago? So it’s definitely Dolph’s...” Maryse stated, in a calm manner, completely opposite to the shaking mess you were currently in and you nodded your head.

“Y/N? Are ya back for real?” A heavily accented voice approached. It wasn’t long before you realised it was Becky. “ How’s your back, ya ready to get back in the ring?”

And yet they still kept coming. The far too familiar raspy tone of Mike soon joined your ever so slightly awkward conversation. “What’s happening over here? Any drama Miz needs to hear about?”

“Y/N’s pregnant.” Maryse blurted out, completely breaking her ‘promise’ she had before, made you. Evidently, your facial features sank downwards in shock, it seemed the same with the other two as well. “You know the best bit... It’s Dolph’s.”

Anger began to run through your blood by now, your little secret was no longer that, instead the news was destined to spread at lightning pace through this small roster which ultimately meant it wouldn’t be long before Dolph found out the truth.

“Wait? What happened to that guy that was all over you Instagram?” Becky shortly inquired before you were dawned with multiple over questions. The Mike chimed in asking if ‘he could tell Dolph.’ Hell no, not yet...

At the click of your fingers, you were greeted by even more confused faces including those of Nikki and Nattie, two women you would’ve considered yourself closest with.

“Guys guess who’s pregnant!” You eyes promptly rolled at Becky’s remark. What, was this some kind of game now? It was clear Nattie was searching amongst the group of petite frames in your huddle, fortunately you wore a coat which somehow covered you protruding belly. Nikki didn’t catch on as quickly as Nattie stating pretty much the obvious... “Brie?”

A firm grasp was placed on the centre of your stomach causing the other two girls to glance in awe. “Who’s is it?” A stunned Nattie inquired, resulting in a small but warm tear to escape from your eyes, “Dolph’s.”

A stream of tears threatened to flow down your cheeks as you pressed your palms against your head. “Shit hide!” Maryse whispered into your ear, leading you to be positioned behind a crate. What the fuck is she doing? That’s when the waterworks were turned on, that very moment you heard his voice after what seemed like a thousand years from just behind a crate. So much of you just wanted to run and jump into his perfect, muscular arms and tell him how much you’d missed him but the other part of you knew you just couldn’t, it wasn’t debatable that he was going to be just like Nate once he found out... That solely petrified you to death.

The conversation died down, it was clear that he had left. So your cries became even more intense until you were lifted up by your arms, consciously shielding your face with your hands. “Why are you crying like this?” Maryse comforted, linking arms with you to walk to somewhere more private.

“I heard him... Dolph.” you whimpered in between breaths.

“You miss him, don’t you? You were questioned, the smallest of smirks etched on your face for a split second. “You do Y/N.”

You watered eyes turned to face her momentarily whilst you wiped your remaining tears with your index fingers. “More than anything.”

Eventually, you reached a secluded room, one where you could actually clear things off your chest without a mass of people all wanting answers to different questions, some of which you didn’t even know. Stepping in first, you slipped your bag off your shoulder and began to traipse towards a long-awaited seat, ripping your beige coat off your tired, sweaty body at the same time - well that was prior to a deafening slam which startled you. “Maryse open the door! I seriously mean it. Maryse! Little bitch.”

“Y/N...” It was his voice. The very voice which you fell in love with almost instantly, the voice that soothed you to sleep when all you felt like doing was crying.

“Dolph.. I- erm i-” The huge lump which formed in the back of your throat left you stuttering, goosebumps rising from the skin of your arms.

“Is what I’m seeing really true?” Without delay, your head lowered, catching sight of your large and now distinguishable bump. His eyes single-handedly fixed in the same position. “Sorry. What am I doing... Congratulations I guess. I’m sure Nate’s pretty happy, I saw you two on your Instagram. You seemed happy.”

“We’re not together anymore, Nate and I.” Your words clearly shook him.

“But surely he needs to be there and supply if it’s his kid.” His sudden flash of anger came to the surprise of you, never did you expect him to get so defensive but still he certainly hadn’t caught on.

“Exactly, he doesn’t need to provide for the kid then.” You blurted out in stress, instantly regretting your words. You looked up, finally meeting eye contact once again with him, one arm still protectively rested on the top of your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed tightly, highlighting the fact that he didn’t have half a clue of what was currently going on. “Dolph, you don’t understand. His breathing became increasingly heavy and more frequent as you cautiously stepped an inch closer to his herculean frame. “It’s your’s, Dolph. And it’s completely fine if you wanna walk away just like Nate but you needed to know that I’m having this child, alone or not.” The stress of it all was just too much to bare at this point and you had long past your breaking point. Storming towards the door, you snatched your bag and coat and prepared to leave, however, a tight grip placed around your upper arm forced you to stop in your tracks.

Before you could even sputter the slightest word, you were stunned and consequently muted when you were spun around, his soft lips pressed delicately against yours.

“What’d you do that for?” you stumbled on your words as the question rolled off your tongue.

“I wanted to... for far too long now.” Even now it was indisputable that those feelings that were mutual 4 months ago were still lingering to this day.

These certain emotions all running back at once began to slowly form a suffocation in the back of your throat. “I- I shouldn’t have walked away, I’m sorry.” You felt more and more vulnerable as you were once again ready to breakdown once again.

“Hey hey, shh.” Dolph consoled you, bringing your weakened body into his tight squeeze. “Look I might as well say this now. The worst mistake I’ve ever made was letting you go, I mean it. That day 4 months ago, 122 days ago to be exact, was the worst day of my life... way over anything that has ever happened in my career. When you walked out of our apartment door I told myself not to run after you, I thought I knew you so well. I thought you would’ve come back.” His pupils became gradually more diluted as he stumbled in his explanations. It truly broke your heart knowing that he truly did care about you just as much as you did for him, and you just turned away... Lifting your resting arm away from your protruding baby bump, you wiped away the forming tears with your thumbs from his eyes. The sensation of just touching his skin again left you on cloud nine, it hadn’t changed even after all this time apart. “I was so tempted just to try to make contact again at least but that’s when I saw Nate on your Social Media’s. You just looked so happy, I wanted that for you. And when I saw you today, still goofy as ever standing a few feet in front of me, it made me realise just how much I took you for granted. You know I wasn’t quite sure whether to cry or tell you that I’m happy for you when I saw your stomach. I’ve just missed you so fucking much and-”

Was he really crying, never had you seen him cry in front of you... ever.

“Not one of those 122 days passed where I didn’t think about you, Dolph. Your cheeky grin you get when you make a joke, the masses of pictures I had still saved as a file on my computer, the way you comforted me whenever I was in need. Heck - I missed everything! I was certain this baby was Nate’s but when they told me earlier, I had absolutely no clue what to do. I’m actually quite glad I told you... I wasn’t sure whether I could, not yet.” You softly spoke, looking down once again to your little bundle of joy, Dolph’s head following yours.

“I’m glad you did. You know Y/N, I still have all of our photos around the house. The one we took on our 4 months anniversary, us in the sunset at Venice Beach, yeah that’s still my lock-screen. I never got over you, don’t think I ever will. Those are all pretty good memories we had together but truthfully, today tops all of them.” He comforted, caressing the surface of your cheeks in soft circles.

“We never spoke about kids, we never even spoke about a wedding. I didn’t know if you even wanted children.” You huffed.

“I have.” Dolph lifted your chin to reach eye contact. “I’m guessing you were there earlier, with Maryse, when I came over. Nicole was talking about Brie being pregnant and I was asked if I wanted a kid. You know what I said... Of course I did.

A grin was soon embedded on your face after hearing what you wanted to hear so badly, “So you’re fine with this. Me being pregnant?”

“Completely. You know all I wanted through that whole 4 months was for something to just bring you back to me, now this little one has and I couldn’t be more excited. You listen to me, I truly believe you’re my soulmate so I would give my entire life to keep you safe.” Dolph exclaimed, moving ‘round your body to hug you from behind. All you could think about was why you’d ever doubted him in the first place whilst he placed tiny, light kisses along your shoulders.

“Now you have someone else to protect.” You reached to grasp his arm, tugging in over your shoulder, leading his hand to be placed upon your bump. “My two boys.” You whispered under your breath, feeling as Dolph rubbed circles around the centre of your tummy.

“Boy...” Dolph ran in front of you, evidently shocked by this extra announcement. You simply nodded, choking up slightly seeing purely how delighted he was. “Our little boy... I love you so fucking much.” He muttered pecking his lips onto your lips, followed by one on your stomach.

Reaching into the back pocket of your jeans, you eagerly watched as Dolph proceeded to mutter soothing words towards your son. In your hand revealed a small photograph, the ultrasound picture from earlier. “Babe.” You motioned him to stand, placing the precious little picture into the palm of his hands, witnessing as his face lit up in pure astonishment of the new creation of solely your love for each other.

A/N - OML I absolutely loved writing this one! For that particular reason, I would be so happy if anyone wanted to request a second part for this etc. to possibly make a series out of it? I definitely wouldn’t mind doing that! Anyways, on another note, if anyone would like to be tagged in future imagines, feel free to ask. Hope you all enjoyed this one as much as I do :) ~Nikkii.

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black-and-blue-hearts · 6 years

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Your hatred and anger once terrified me, now it only makes me laugh. Because it only reflects your deep insecurity. I’ll own up right now that I know I wasn’t perfect either, and I had muddy and unsure intentions of myself going into the relationship from the start. I lashed my emotions all over you when I was going through a very transitional and rough part of my life. I was very insecure, unstable, and easily influenced when we first starting getting together. I couldn’t even see what I was doing back then, and I am deeply sorry for that. Especially since I can’t change it now. But there’s no denying I cared a fuck load about you though, I did a lot of things I never thought I could even do, and i’ll always be grateful for the knowledge and laughs we shared with each other. Maybe it was love, maybe it wasn’t, but it didn’t always feel quite right I suppose did it? It’s a shame that our burdens clashed like that and we burned like we did. But that happens in life I suppose. The funniest thing about this all though, is you really went out of your way to try and make me feel bad. You seem so deeply rooted and blinded by your hatred, that you came across as if you are in denial. Do you truly believe that you had zero influence on why I acted the way I did at times? I think you really should take a look in the mirror because I find that very interesting. Btw your little “I always knew the type of person you are” and “you’ll never know who I truly am” bullshit is ridiculously unconvincing. Like come on get real of course we knew each other, and of course there’s shit we never knew about each other. Acting like I didn't have you sussed out either. So please give your pretentious, mysterious emo cloak a rest ahahaha

Also, I was so stressed about moving in with our friends, but noticed you weren't participating in it at all financially, despite vocalising that you wanted apart of it. So of course I got mad about that? But don’t make out like I was watching your damn spending like a psycho wtf ahahah money doesn’t make me happy ya dipshit. No I didn’t want to be spoiled 24/7 with expensive shit. But a surprise every now and then would of meant so much to me. Oh also doing something nice for my birthday/valentines/Christmas? Like I did for you? Especially considering you would always go on about how I deserved the world. Maybe you shouldn’t of said those sort of things if you never actually planned on doing them. Words and actions. The action can be tiny, it can cost nothing, but it’s the action that counts. You get me? Like i’m sure you've seen a bunch of romantic movies, I'm SURE you know what I mean, but maybe you just never felt like I was worth it. When I thought you were worth it... Too late now I guess.

If you really must know, I’m not getting back with my ex or anything and I never cheated on you with anyone. We got drunk 2 weekends ago and made out, and it felt really good I won’t lie. Then I told him I wanted space and to just be alone. That’s it. Yes I thought about him at times when I felt so little from you. That was an evil thing to confess but its here in the open. Oh and in regards to me always showing off to you and being egotistical ect ect. Maybe it’ because I wanted my boyfriends attention! ((: Because I couldn't always see him in person!! (((: Because he barely called me!!! ((((((((: Also because you would literally encourage me to bother you? Even when I asked if I was bothering you? I don't get it man

and I wouldn’t always be at home doing nothing? ahahah bitch I go to university what planet are you on?? If your idea of a perfect relationship was little contact and waiting around for me to pick you up for a fuck? Then sorry I couldn't stand it. Also trying to make me feel bad about your own girlfriend begging to call you? Maybe you should of just called me then!!! Maybe I wouldn’t of been so paranoid and drained towards the end of it, if you just fuckin acted like the man you said you were to me!!!

That previous post I made was created in a flash of negative emotion. I chose to express it into the anonymous void that is tumblr because I felt safe in doing so. Because I knew I had blocked you. I guess I should of just said nothing, I could even delete it now but theres not much point in that I guess. It wasn't even written that well, just a stream of consciousness. I don't regret writing it though because it made me feel better and you were never supposed to see it anyway

So heres another one, just for you this time, written a bit better and in a calm mindset. I was going to text you about all of this, (because okay yeah this still does look a bit immature doesn’t it?) but I don’t think I’m keen to face violent and defensive messages. I didn't want to personally bother you like that. I only hope you're reading this in a rational frame of mind. For the future, maybe just stay out of my business from now on? It was never for your eyes to see in the first place, i’m not your responsibility anymore. I blocked you for a reason dude.

I feel happier these days being alone, I’m becoming much more self-aware and on top of things. I’m finally using all my energy to work through my bad habits, it’s like a layer of peace and it fills me a little more each day. I only hope you feel these sensations also, and if not I hope it comes to you in time.

I’m not deeply mad or sad about you or what happened btw, but just chill a bit yeah? Let it go. And maybe don’t let your lame friend fight your battles for you? Just looks bad ahaha Whenever your next lover comes along into your life, be a real man and get her some damn flowers one day. Take her out for a sunny walk and hold her hand. Watch her face as it lights up and maybe then, you’ll understand. Good bye dear Doombug

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