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navybrat817 · 4 months

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The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky reflects on the first night with his son home and puts his thoughts to paper.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, first time dad, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?).

A/N: Welcome to The Dad Diaries! This AU will focus on Bucky and his relationship with his son (and you!) ❤️ Thanks to the beautiful @whisperlullaby for giving this intro a look and assuring me it wasn't garbage, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky stared intently at the open blank journal that sat in the middle of his office desk. He had picked up the pen a few minutes ago, but hadn’t written a single word. Why did he feel stuck? Better yet, what was he thinking by doing this? Reading often came easy to him, but writing? That was something else entirely.

It was also something he wanted to do.

He ran a hand over his face with a sigh and wondered if he should call it a night, crawl into bed with you, and try tomorrow. No, he didn’t want to push it off before he even began. Glancing at the monitor, he heard your voice in his head, a memory of something you told him in the early stages of dating:

The best writing comes from the heart. Write what you and your heart love because no one knows that story better than you.

Bucky had plenty of stories to tell. How he became a hero and a good man after years of pain and darkness. Or how he fell in love with you and became your husband.

And his newest adventure of becoming a father.

He wasn’t sure how to be a dad yet, but he knew he loved his son. That was more than enough to start. And with a smile tugging at his lips, he put the pen to paper.

Hey, Nugget,

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky. Your mom calls me her husband and I’m the luckiest man in the world for that, especially since she gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for: you.

Your name is James, too. Your mom doesn't know if we’ll call you Jamie or JJ, but I have a feeling you'll hear a bit of both. And one day, I’ll get to hear you call me Dad. Or Dada or Daddy or Papa.

Whatever makes you happy.

He paused in his writing when he thought he heard something on the monitor. His eyes flickered to the screen again and he breathed a little easier when he saw that his baby was still sleeping soundly in the middle of the crib. It wouldn’t stop him from checking on him later, just to be on the safe side.

I’m so glad you’re home. In fact, tonight is your first night in the nursery. I hope you like it here. To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A house is made with walls and beams: a home is built with love and dreams.”

Yeah, your old man likes to read. Maybe you will, too. I even have an original copy of The Hobbit and would love to give it to you when you're older.

Books lined the far wall of Bucky’s office, many of them worn from the amount of times he read them. He made sure Jamie’s room had a reading nook, too. It was one of the only things he asked for when the two of you designed the nursery.

I hope you get enough sleep tonight. Your mom, too. You both did great at the hospital and deserve all the rest you can get.

Would you believe me if I said I was a nervous wreck when I brought your mom in, but tried not to let it show? People call me strong, but I don’t think I ever witnessed true strength until I saw how steady of a rock she was. She blew me away, which didn't surprise me. She amazes me every day.

Hearing your first cry stopped my heart and brought tears of joy to my eyes. After nine months of waiting and talking to your mom’s stomach, you were finally here. And seeing her hold you made me fall in love all over again.

Sorry if that sounds sappy, but it’s true. She looked right at me with happy tears in her eyes and said, “Bucky, look! Look at what we made! It's our little Nugget!” and my heart swelled. She insisted on calling you that and it rubbed off on me. Believe me when I say that you are the luckiest baby in the world to have the mother that you do.

He stopped writing again to glance at his wedding band, smiling all over again. He thought your love filled his heart before, but it overflowed now. It warmed him like nothing else ever could.

You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this since a lot of time will pass by the time you read this. Sometimes I may write to remember things I’m afraid I’ll forget. Other days I’ll write to reflect and get the words out when my mind is too loud. But my hope is that this will be a gift to you.

A bond for the two of us.

As you grow, I’ll fill the pages with the memories of you and our family. I’ll tell you about my past and how it shaped me into the man I am today. How your mom and I met and how I somehow convinced her to fall in love with me. And I’ll be sure to tell you about the day she told me we were going to have you and how that news changed my life for the better.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before he continued.

I also plan to fill this with your milestones. Like your first smile. Is it selfish if I hope to see it first? If not me, your mom. She’d love that. Your first step. Being selfish again, but I hope it’s me you walk toward so I can pick you up and tell you how proud I am. And your first word. I hope it’s Mama.

Though I won’t object if you say Dada.

Bucky chuckled as he imagined the look of betrayal on your beautiful face if your son said “Dada” first instead of “Mama”.

I’m sure some days I’ll have more to say than others. If I’m lucky, I can pass on life lessons and words of wisdom. Some days though I may not say the right thing and I know I’ll stumble along the way as I figure out how to be the best dad to you. I say “best” and not “perfect” because perfection doesn’t exist. Except for you and your mom.

The beauty of it is that I don’t have to go it alone. I’ll have your mom by my side to help guide and protect you and to watch you flourish. And my hope is that you know as you look through the pages how much we love you.

Even on days I may not get it right, I’m your dad, you’re my son, and you’ll always have a home with me and a place in my heart.

I’ll write more when I can, Nugget. Until then, I love you.

Always,

Dad

Bucky set the pen down as he exhaled. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't have to be. It was a start. As long as he put his heart into his words, it would shine from the pages.

And he couldn't wait for all the adventures he’d have with his little Nugget.

I hope you lovelies are excited to take this journey with Bucky. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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sunaluv · 1 year

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I love the "Come get your man" series could you make a pt4????[you do not have to]

I love your work sm!!!keep doing what your doing!!!

Drink water, take breaks when needed, take care of your health both mentally & physically!!and see you next ask♡

wooo we back at it again! thanks for checking in on me bae 🥲 take care of yourselves too!

also thanks for 1k followers 🥳

part 3

feat. kenma, tsukishima, iwaizumi

steamer!KENMA

kenma loves his job. as a professional streamer he’s his own boss, he doesn’t have to be around people too often and he’s become really fond of his little online community (not that he’d admit that out loud).

it’s been a week since your unplanned debut on his channel. you didn’t realize he was recording when you came to drop of his snacks, doing your daily check in. ever since, all the tags with his stream name were aggressively loving, basically demanding him to bring back their ‘mother’ to the screen.

you drop in every now and then to remind his viewers to look after themselves, jokingly scolding them for not looking after your man aswell but it’s all fun and games on both ends.

whilst watching his stream in the room next door, you can help but notice a user in particular.

@/kodzubae: LMAOOO i thought he would be dating someone much prettier😭 didn’t know kodzu did charity cases.

even though the chat was moving before you could read all the comments, your eyes always managed to find whatever the user said about you, and none of it was nice. you didn’t have to be told not to read the comments— it’s an unspoken fact but your eyes and brain always seem to betray you, feeding into your minor insecurities.

you haven’t even realized you were staring at a blank screen. kenmas’ stream had ended whilst you were too lost in your thoughts.

“…you alright?” he asked hesitantly.

though your eyes lit up and your lips quirked at the sight of your boyfriend, he knew something was up— call it a sixth sense of his.

you wordlessly tried to convince him that you were okay, talking and joking the rest of the night until you fell asleep in his embrace but none of it felt genuine. he didn’t want to pry, but it physically hurt him to see you hiding things from him.

totally disregarding the first rules of boyfriend 101: “don’t go through your partners phone!”, kenma unlocked your phone, instantly frowning at the screen before him.

it was her twitter page. kenma knew his lifelong fans, and the handle on your screen now was one of them, except it was full of fan behavior for him and blatant hatred for you.

he felt bad.

it wasn’t exactly his fault, but he still felt responsible for the digs at you that were happening on his live.

the next day, you had woken up hours after kenma. you tend to do that when you sleep with a heavy heart.

in the distance, you could hear him talking, probably streaming. so you opened his stream on your phone and tuned in right on time.

“hey guys,” he greeted. “before we start i want to say something…i’ve become aware that ever since ‘mother’,” he emphasized on the quote marks. “made her first appearance, some of you have not been the nicest to her online and i just want to say that that’s a boundary that absolutely cannot be crossed.”

@/user1: WHAT? WHO HURT MOTHER

@/user2: i hope she’s okay :( luv u mom

@/user3: we’re just going to skip over the fact that he acknowledges them as our parents? okay…

@/user4: cross ken >:( cross ken >:(

“so from here on out, any hate towards her will be an instant block. i’ve told my mods too so behave…” he firmly, yet gently scolded.

“now that’s out of the way, today we’ll be…”

you watched the rest of the stream with a smile on your face. though you were working on voicing your concerns and discomfort, it was nice to know that kenma is willing to work for you whilst he waited.

TSUKISHIMA (tall!reader)

“you look so much taller when you’re not welded into tsukkis’ side, ya know?”

startled, you angled your neck down to see one of your classmates.

you had been avoiding her, and she, you. but it seems she’s finally willing to break this ongoing silent tension fest between you two.

“what do you want.” you deadpanned.

she gasped. “you’re too mean! tsukishima doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you, he deserves someone who is more down to earth, you get me?”

she eyed you up and down to emphasize her point.

taking your silence as willingness to listen, she continued. “i mean your too tall! granted he is too but opposites attract, he needs someone who will look good with him, like me.”

you folded your lips inward to contain your laughter. you and basically everyone knew about this girls love for your boyfriend, but you never pegged her as the type to come at you like this.

“you can have him if you want,” you waved. “kei looooves short girls.”

her eyes lit up in victory, obviously not sensing your sarcasm. “cool, just make sure you break up with him today because-“

“nobody is breaking up with anyone.” a voice shot.

low and behold, your six foot something boyfriend shutting down any advances you were planning to set him up with. though he joined the conversation, he only appeared to be addressing you.

“kei! i-“

“tsukishima.”

“tsukki! i-”

“no.”

he made eye contact with your smirking face over the girls head. “you were just gonna throw me to the wolves like that?” he asked offended.

you chucked. “there’s no wolves kei, look at her” you pinched the cheek of the stunned girl stood in between you two. “she’s harmless, like a poodle.”

she stood, mouth open seemingly in shock.

looking back at him, his face did not let up. you sighed.

“i’m sorry kei,” you breathed through your nose. “i will never subject you to such a horrible, earth shattering, torturous-“

“that’s enough, my god” he groaned. grabbing your wrist, he dragged you by the wrist, only slowing down when you rounded the corner, out of the girls view.

“you know i was joking, right.” you poked his cheek, to which he swatted your hand away.

“i know you’re joking,” his signature smirk appeared. “after all you wouldn’t throw away the opportunity to date the guy you’ve been crushing on for as long as you’ve been here. if i recall, your confession went along the lines of ‘i-“

you slapped your hand over his mouth in embarrassment. leave it to the guy to turn your confession into a weapon against you.

you playfully bickered down the rest of the hall, forgetting all about the girl who had tried to take your place earlier.

IWAIZUMI

“are you sure you’re not only using him to like, get to oikawa or something?”

the first words this girl had spoken to you. you don’t know who she is, or where she came from but she has some nerve coming with such a ridiculous question considering you haven’t formally met before.

“excuse me?”

“you heard me,” her tone was now accusatory. “i’ve seen many girls do iwa dirty because they want oikawa so if that’s the case save yourself an ass beating and leave him alone!”

you don’t know if you have bad memory or what because you don’t know who this girl is and as far as your concerned, neither does your boyfriend.

“i’m sorry, are you a friend of his?” you were more confused than anything.

“i am his and he is mine.”

woah.

you didn’t want to accuse her, but every sign she was showing pointed to a major case of FDS (fan delusion syndrome), a case of the crazies found in fans of the oikawa toru founded by you, maki and mattsun, but you were unaware that this case was also present in your boyfriends own… supporters.

you don’t blame them though because your man is a total hunkkkk. anyways.

right on queue, the door slid open and both of your heads turned to meet hajime’s, and of course he has to show up with a sweaty face, shirt practically clinging to his defined body.

“hajime!” the girl called, running and stopping infront of him. “she’s using you do get to oikawa, break up with her!”

he followed the finger that was pointed to you— confused and lost in the middle of the gym.

“that’s my girlfriend, she doesn’t like him like that.”

the sound of a shattered heart pierced the sudden silence. “w-w-what do you mean girlfriend, she’s after toru i’m sure of it!”

a humorless chuckle sounded from his throat. “trust me, she doesn’t ”

being cautious not to set the girl off, he traversed around her, and straight to you who watched the whole interaction both concerned and amused.

“wowww,” you breathed. “i didn’t know you were also a cause for FDS.”

“what?”

“nothing,” you straightened. “i don’t blame her though. i would go crazy if you walked around looking like that too.”

his face flushed and he turned away. “stop saying things like that…”

you smiled, poking his cheek. “what, i can’t appreciate my boyfriend who’s built like he was carved from the greek gods himself?”

he walked away after pushing your face with his hand, drowning your chuckle.

“c’mon haji, don’t be like that,” you chased after him. “you have to be feeling yourself a little after seeing the affect you have of the seijoh population!”

the girl watched as you made her ‘man’ flush, comment after comment, feeling numb as she watched him get more and more out of his reach.

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chimerathewriter · 11 months

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Goody two shoes

Chapter 2 Tears and fruit tea

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Summary: Gloria wakes up with shocking news on her part and then she have to go with her parents and older brother great

TW: finally real tw body shaming, nigerian parents, low self esteem, misoginy towards heroines, dick of a borther,

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Gloria woke up with knocking on her door, she already knew who it was, she opened the door

" Eniola is 8 am, what do you want?" she asked obviously still sleepy, the other girls was blasting the tablet screen on her face

" What?"

" Read it"

" The worst hero ever, does Spider Thorn know she have to catch the thief not letting them go, I can't believe on what I'm about to say but it seems that we have to rely on spiderman not a spiderwoman" she quoted and there was tape of her and Hobie

" That asshole of J. Jonah Jameson" Eniola was fuming

" Eny calm down is not that bad" she yawned and sat down on the bed, her bestfriend followed her

" Yeah but the comment....."

" Let them be at the end of the day I'm still doing my job"

" Alright, anyway Miles and the group are going to look around are you coming" the girls sighed

" Nah Ikenna is back I'm going to lunch with the family, so after" she explained

" Are you going to be okay?" her friend gave her a worried look

" Yes don't worry" she smiled soon after Eniola left

After some times Gloria was finally ready to see her family, she didn't know why she was that nervous, well she knew her older brother was consider the perfect son, from education to job. He was the CEO of a big tech company in London. Even if they were sibling it never felt like they were, he was way older than her. Many people mistaken them for son and daughter.

The closer she got to her destination, the more her spidey senses tingled, since she got bit everytime her brother was near him her sense pricked

" There she is" she could hear her mother voice, she put on a smile and walked over, she hugged her brother

" Oh my god Gloria you've grown so much" he smiled

" Hi bro, is been a while" she sat down

" Now that everybody is here we can start ordering" her father said

" So how is NYU going?"

" Is going well, I'm almost done with coding project, how is London?" she explained

" A little bit gloomy, it reminds me of here"

" I have a friend from there his name is Hobie and....

" He? I hope you are not doing anything stupid" her mother warned, she rolled her eyes

" Gloria don't roll your eyes at your mother" her father pointed a finger at her

" Sorry mom, but you are exaggerating I said that he's a friend and I'm almost 20...and...." she stop and sighed

" Sorry mom but you don't need to worry, he's just a friend and he's not even my type" the waiter finally came with food, she hoped that with food the tension would have loosen up, but she was wrong.

" Is it not too much?" her father pointed at her food, she closed her eyes she knew exactly what was about to come

" I skipped breakfast to come here and....

" Your father is right, and too much food will make you sleepy and if you are sleepy you will study less" she exhaled deeply, she started to eat

" Mom I appreaciate that you are worried about my health but the food portion is fine" she

" I'm worried because if you gain weight....

" Mom please stop this a celebration for my coming back, I wiil be so sad if Gloria starves" Ikenna added, stopping their mother ranting, the lunch went completly in silence, with only some questions and answers.

" Oh I forgot what about that girl you were seeing what's her name... Amara...no Amaka yes Amaka"

" We are still together and going strong" he said all bashful, making all the family smile

" So when are you going to her father's house?" their father asked, the man smiled

" Very soon" they all clapped their hands

" Congratulation bro" she patted on his back

" Oh we are going to have grandchildren soon" their mother sang excitedly

" Mom I haven't proposed yet, I don't know if she will say yes"

" She will you are a good man" they continued to eat the atmosphere was , she looked at her phone and giggled

" Who is it?" her mother asked

" Uhm Eniola, her and Miles are near with some our old classmates from V.I.S.I.O.N" her smile deminshed

" So you are leaving soon?" she nodded in response

" Alright but first get changed" she looked at her mother confused

" Uhm what's wrong with what I'm wearing"

" Wait you are going to meet your firends like that mba agaghị ekwe omume, you stomach is showing is not looking good, like if you were some pounds lighter...." she stood up and all eyes were on her, her heart was beating fast, like somebody was about to rip it out

" Mom I'm going to go like this, and I thought you said I was beautiful"

" Yes you are, but I'm worried about you"

" Then please be less worried, you are always up my ass"

" Gloria..."

" Dad please as much I respect you I'm not in the mood for your shouting" she massaged her temples

I probably look like Miguel now

" Mom I know you love me but please let me be , I'm not a kid, I have my own job, and all my successes should make you think wow I have a responsible daughter"

" Alright sorry I didn't mean to make you feel a certain way"

" Thank you, I need to go, see you"

" Are you not coming home?" Ikenna asked

" No I will explain you later" she tip the waiter and left, not know that her friend saw what happened, she started to leave

Why do mom and dad do this everyday, first they compliment me and then demoralize me the worst way possible. Or are they saying the thruth do I really look that hideous?

Suddenly she felt a hand gripping her arm, she turned around and it was Hobie, he had a terrified look that turned into an angry one.

" Have you lost your mind? You could have been hit by a car" he shouted at her, she finally understood the situation.

" I'm sorry I... I don't know what got into me" her lips where shaking the the boy noticed her eyes becoming glossy

" Is fine are you alright?"

" Uhm yes I just need a cold drink" she dried the thin layer of sweat on her forhead, they walked towards a cafe the punk artist eyes never stop following

" Oh is that is not our girl Gloria" the cafe honour shouted making the girl smile

" Hi Aileen can I have alarge mango fruit tea with apple poppoing ball" they seated down

" So what about your new fine boyfriend" Aileen asked them

" No... no he's a good friend Hobie" the girls answered nervously

" What does your friend Hobie wants then?"

" What she order" he answered bluntly, he was not even answering he was still staring the girl who was seated in front of him

" What?"

" You literally got almost hit by car

" I got distracted okay" she tried to avoid his piercing black eyes, he gave up on having an answer they remained in silent, with the sound of people and children chatting

" Here you go your two mango fruit tea"

" Thank you how much..."

" Is on the house especially after you helped my kids passing their exams"

" Alright" the lady left them to the enjoy the drink

" So you helped her kids to pass their exams'" she nodded at the question

" Yes, many of their classmates were paying alot of money for tutors they even have one for every subject but they couldn't afford it so I offered myself, I had to convinve my parents though"

" Why? You are helping people who are in need"

" Right? But it seem that they don't get it, they thought it would have distracted me from my studies, they said if they couldn't afford it they should have never gone to VISIONS"

" Oh they are some capitalistic cunts" he commented leaving the girl speachless for later on bursting in laughter

" Yes they are"

" But trust me they were not like that before"

"Really?" he looked at her skeptical

" Yes, when they came here they lived in a bedroom apartment in Queens, after some years they had me we were still living in poverty they were kind, lovable and they were my parent"

" Then the money came and they literally froze the same people who told me that they would have supporting they.........." she felt tears going down her

" Sorry I don't know why I'm saying all of this" she laughed trying to dry her tears

" I'm so stupid"

" No you're not, some parents fucking suck and you should be feeling soffocated by those twats" he dried her tears, she didn't expect his hands to be this soft and warm, she felt her face heating

" Thank you" she whispered, he smiled making her more bashful

" We should go and meet the other" he cleared his throat

" Yes we should" they stood up

" Did you liked it?" she pointed at the drink

" Yes it was sweet" he smiled looking at her

" Good"

AN: Sorry this is another long chaoter epsecially for the mobile reader, I'm writing this on my lapton and I noticed that is too long on the mobile app.

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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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The Junkyard at the End of the World

ROTTMNT Donatello x Yokai!reader

This takes place in the bad timeline, a bit after the Krang invasion. There's mentions of death and very light angst.

Could be read as platonic or romantic I guess, and the reader's gender isn't mentioned. (Also I projected a bit too hard on the OC that plays (Y/N) in my head, because now (Y/N) is kinda good at building- an amature engineer if you will)

3k words, rivals to friends. Onto the fic!

Edit: This is now a series. Part two, part three, part four, part five.

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“You know, I thought the world would end slowly over generations upon generations. But aliens? Really? What is this, one of your sci-fi films?”

I scoffed, taking a sip of soda. The acrid scent of burning buildings floated past me, killing the taste of my drink, and the photo of Mum and Pa stared back, unanswering.

I shook my head, smiling lightly. “You guys are lucky, you know that?” I sighed, rubbing the frame.

“Hey (Y/N)? You should come inside, we’re divvying up the scouting parties and I doubt you wanna end up with Dale any more than I do.” Said April’s familiar voice as she rapped gently on the doorframe.

“Hm?” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Yeah, no. Okay, I’m coming O’Neil.” I smiled, hopping off of the balcony railing.

Once inside, I was met with the far too familiar sounds of people. Yelling, talking, fighting, crying…I felt a shiver run down my spine at the sheer excess. There were so, so many people.

It was by sheer luck that I’d managed to get my own room in the shelter. Mind you, it was barely a room, with only about 6x4 feet of space, and my bed took up almost all of it, but hey, it was mine even if it was small and hard to live in. At least I wasn’t in one of the shared bed spaces, as selfish as it admittedly felt.

Anyways.

I followed April down the hall towards the main Office. It had been used for secretaries and headmasters at the old college campus once upon a time, but nowadays we used it for conferences and planning amongst the commanders…those commanders just being April, an old mutant named Splinter, his mutant sons, and me, the resident Yokai representative. And I’d only gotten the position because I was the one who found the empty campus and used my mom’s magic to protect it as best as I could…I was rubbish at any actual quote unquote ‘representative’ stuff.

I couldn’t actually speak for the Yokai, I was only really just a quarter Yokai. It didn’t seem like my place. But I was clearly inhuman,what with the horns and scales and claws and all, so…I got the position.

Ugh. Classic (Y/N) overthinking, I don’t have time for this.

I entered the office with my head held high as if I hadn’t just been questioning my own authority for the millionth time today, and sat across from Michelangelo, the youngest mutant.

“So. Scouting parties, I hear?” I said blandly, paging through my notebook in hopes of looking busy.

“Oh, look who finally showed up. We’re so glad to see you! He said without a hint of sarcasm.” Scowled the purple one, crossing his arms. “We’ve been waiting for you to start!”

He’d had something out for me since he moved in, so it was no surprise that we were fighting again. It had really taken off back when I shared a few art pieces a few months ago, only for him to have some sarcastic comment for literally everything…

I scoffed, not in the mood to take it. “Well that’s pretty dumb of you, ‘Tello. You’re a big boy, do it yourself, why don’tcha?”

“Oh gee, I don’t know, maybe because it’s your responsibility, (L/N)!”

I rolled my eyes. “Since when? Look, just because I haven’t let you have your own lab doesn’t mean you need to go out of your way to antagonize me, Purple-boy.”

“This is not about that!” He snapped, slamming his hands down onto the table.

“This is not about that!” I mimicked in a nasally voice, getting a snicker out of his brother Leonardo. I smirked.

“It’s a matter of principle.” Donatello scowled, shaking his head tiredly. “Lovely banter aside, we’re low on food, and more importantly, I’m low on scrap metal!”

Mikey nodded. “The crops in the campus garden aren’t gonna be ready till fall, which is like, three months from now.”

Leo frowned. “So…two parties for the grocery stores in Manhattan, one for New Jersey (which I will not be a part of), and….one for Brooklyn. And I guess a small one for Donnie.”

“Cool cool.” I nodded, crossing my arms.

“I’ll take New Jersey.” Said April, raising her hand.

“And I’ll lead the Brooklyn party,” Raph volunteered.

“Cool. Mikey and I will take Manhattan, and Donnie and (Y/N) will get spare parts at the junkyard.” Leo decided.

I jolted up, half aware of Purple doing the same. “What?! But…sir, no offense intended, but good lord are you thick in the head? Have you seen how we get along?!” I exclaimed.

Donatello nodded. “For once, I concur! No, I’m going by myself, not with…that!”

“Yeah, what he said!” I snapped, feeling my claws sting the fleshy parts of my hands as I clenched them into fists.

“See? You’re getting along great already!” Leo grinned.

“Pfft.” I scoffed.

“Scoff.” Said Donnie.

“Oh my god, more proof!” He teased, before growing more serious. “Look guys, you’re the only two here who know anything about tools and construction. You know full well that it isn’t safe to go alone places and it’s even less safe to go in a big group…so please just try to work together, ‘kay?” He finished with a sigh, something…tired behind his eyes.

I softened as I looked at Leo, sympathy prickling at me. He was clearly trying to lead well, and was under a lot of pressure…

I sighed, relaxing my hands. “Fine, Leonardo. I’ll go. But for the record, I know very little about construction- I just draw blueprints sometimes.”

“Which is more than anyone else does!” He said, grinning again. “Thanks (Y/N). See Donnie? Someone is cooperating!”

Donatello rolled his eyes. “Fine, dear brother, clearly this isn’t a fight I can win. But don’t get mad when you have to eateth thy words.”

“Actually the correct old English term would be ‘eateth thine words’, I think. I could be wrong though.” I said blithely.

“Great!” He hissed, squeezing his tech-bo dangerously.

“No problem-o, Donatello,” I smirked, sticking out my tongue.

“Did you seriously just rhyme?” He said, sounding disgusted.

I simply gave him finger guns in response.

***

“So. What sort of scrap metal are we lookin’ for?” I asked, claws raised as we descended into the junkyard. Purple trudged a few feet ahead of me- even in the midst of the apocalypse he wanted to act like he didn’t know me.

“Ideally titanium. More likely though, steel.” He replied coldly.

“‘Aight.” I said, reaching into my satchel for my multi-tool. “I’m gonna try to scavenge some screws and bolts while we’re out here.”

He didn’t reply. Typical.

I scoffed. “Talkative, aren’t we.” I muttered, though it came out louder than I meant it to.

“What.” He said, more like a statement than a question. “What do you want right now?! I’m tired, so forgive me, but I don’t care.”

I rolled my eyes. “Jeez man. Chill. I’m just…bored, I guess.”

“Well spare me the quote unquote ‘deetz’.” He said, doing finger quotes.

I shrugged, messing with my multi-tool.

I was too drained to care much about the turtle nowadays, but his disdain for me used to upset me back when they first moved in. Maybe I teased him too much, maybe I was late to meetings often- it wasn’t like he was doing much better. Maybe it was because I turned down his offers to help me with my projects back then, maybe it was because my least favorite color was purple…There were too many variables, and I didn’t care to speculate anymore, not like I used to.

Sometimes people just don’t like you, even when you’re a hot-as-hell Chinese-dragon-person with only mild personality flaws. I thought, chuckling to myself.

I stared out at the horizon as I went to work unscrewing bolts from doors and cars and air conditioners…

I thought that our world would end in fire, swallowed up by the supernova that our sun was fated to become.

But aliens. Really. This was stupid. I sighed, adding another handful of scavenged screws to my bag.

My parents would have loved it, ever the sci-fi fans. …Although, they would have probably not loved the sight of their child working for hours in New York summer heat in order to just barely keep humanity alive. For now, the Yokai were safe at least…in fact, why was I helping the humans?

It wasn’t like I had anything to gain from it…

Well…yes. Yes I did. Like it or not, I was like them, I was 75% human. They were still my species, and I couldn’t just let them go extinct on good conscience.

I heard panting behind me as Donatello dragged a piece of a car door towards his pile of scrap. I checked the time- we’d been out here for an hour and a half.

Well…time to go on break, I decided, and pulled an instant boba tea packet out of my bag.

“Hey Purple, d’you want a snack or something? We’ve been out here for a while.” I called, looking over at him.

He raised an eyebrow and came over to me. “...What?”

“I said, do you want a snack. I have extras in case of an emergency.” I shrugged, and he walked closer.

“Uh…sure. What do you have?”

“Instant bubble tea, knock-off goldfish from the Trader Joe’s we broke into a while back, sourdough bread, and walnuts for protein.”

“Oh. How…luxurious.” He said, clearly unimpressed. But he sat next to me anyway, and ripped open the walnuts.

“So. Have you found any titanium?” I asked, for once too tired to tease him.

“No, unsurprisingly. Well, I found some scissors made of it, but there isn’t nearly enough for what I have in my blueprints. How…how about you?” He answered a little awkwardly.

“I found a whole bunch of screws, baby!” I smiled, pumping my fist. “Sorry about your lack of luck though, Purple.”

“Don’t call me that.” He said. “That’s what my dad calls us.”

“...Oh. Sorry. I’ll quit it.” I nodded, taking a sip of bubble tea.

“How are you drinking that without ice? That’s absolutely monstrous.” He said, staring at me.

I snorted. “It’s the apocalypse, Donatello. I don’t have the resources for ice- my powers only consist of summoning and controlling water, not freezing it.”

He did a double take. “Wait wait wait, you have powers?”

“Uh…yeah. Why d’you think I’m always at those meetings? I’m the one who supplies the campus water. Thought y’knew that.”

“Oh. I thought you were just the one in charge of filtering the water from the rivers.”

I scoffed. “I’m a Yokai, of course I have powers of some kind…”

“You’re only half. It seemed logical that you wouldn’t.” He shook his head.

“Hm, I’m actually only a quarter. My mom was half, and she was way more powerful…if it weren’t for her collection of mystic scrolls and spells, our lair would be Krang food by now.” (I smiled at the memory of being a kid, digging through her boxes of scrolls…they were always stored by the DVDs and VHSes, which I would also spend hours combing through.)

“I hear a past tense there. Did the Krang get her?” Donatello said, shockingly blunt.

I shook my head. “Nah. She was also half human- she died of cancer three years ago, two and a half years before all…this.” I said, waving out at the empty city beyond the landfill. “My dad died a few years before her in a car accident.”

“Oh.” Donnie said quietly. “Uh…that’s…unfortunate.”

I shrugged. “Yeah well, it’s the past, who cares?” I paused, dropping the flippant tone. “Um…but thank you for listening and not making a big deal of it, and sorry for bringing down the mood.”

He nodded, eyebrows raised in what might have been sympathy.

After a second, he broke the silence. “Um…segue, but do you have any more of those tea packets? I have an ice maker, so I can actually enjoy it unlike some people.”

I grinned, tossing him the instant boba. “Sure. They’re apoca-licious!”

“That’s awful. No wonder Leo likes you (L/N), you’re as bad as he is.”

“Thanks!” I chuckled, digging my sketchbook out of my bag while he fiddled with his tech in silence.

I blew dust off of the blueprints for the lamp I was building, and got to work right where I left off. It was mostly cosmetic stuff, but I was going for full-on steampunk customizations with glowing blue lights at the base as well as gears that could spin- manually, of course, but still.

There was a sound of slurping behind me, and I was made aware of Donatello shamelessly reading over my shoulder.

“You know, if you add a motor….there, you’ll be able to make the gears spin automatically.” He said, tapping the base of the sketch.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, smiling ruefully. “I…don’t actually have any. I’m afraid I don’t know practically anything beyond basic circuitry and stuff. I’m an artist, not an engineer.”

He grinned. “Still! That’s still a lot more than anyone else in our circle- can I help with this?!”

I smiled, slightly taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm, but pleased. “I’d love that!”

“Cool cool cool! This is gonna be fun, this is a cool design. Low tech, obviously, but for someone who is primarily just a visual artist, it’s kind of impressive!” He exclaimed.

“Woah, is that the first nice thing you’ve ever said to me?” I teased.

“What? What about all the nice things I say when you share your art?” He said, narrowing his eyes.

“Those were clearly sarcasm, you ain’t slick.” I grinned, but his eyes stayed irritated.

I sighed, coughing a bit to clear my throat. “Look….I guess I was just wondering why you hate me so much.” I said, not meeting his eyes.

He looked up, raising a drawn-on eyebrow. “I don’t though? I’m actually relatively neutral towards you?”

“Uh….no? You’re always like, hostile when I’m there. Leo even specifically paired us together because he clearly wanted us to start getting along.” I frowned.

“What? No, I was clearly joking?” He said indignantly. “Leo paired us together because you’re good at building things, even if you’re not great at software.” He added the last part under his breath.

“Wait wait wait! So all those compliments from back when we first met…weren’t sarcastic?” I said, eyes wide.

“Of course not! I literally always clarify ‘he said with no sarcasm whatsoever’!” Donnie exclaimed.

“Dude, that just makes you sound more sarcastic!” I laughed, flicking his shoulder lightly. “So this whole time you haven’t had an issue with me?!”

“Well not till you started being a dum-dum for seemingly no reason.” He scoffed.

“...And that would be because I thought you had a problem with me.” I finished, leaning back on the pile of scrap metal. “...This is pretty stupid, huh?”

“...Yeah.” He nodded, offering a half-hearted smile. “It’s actually…nice, weirdly. To know that the only other person at the campus who knows their way around tech doesn’t hate me…and on a more er…personal level…” He looked at the ground. “It’snicetoknowthatyoudon’thateme.”

I smiled.

He coughed. “Oh, that was hard to say out loud.”

“Hm? Oh, aw, shoot, I missed that.” I smirked.

“Scoff. No you didn’t, you’re smiling, you know full well what I said and I’ll never say it again.” He said, crossing his arms.

I grinned. “Well…I’m glad that you don’t hate me too, ‘Tello. Here, let’s start this over again…Uh, hi. I’m (Y/N) (L/N)-”

“What? But I already know you?” Donnie frowned.

I shook my head. “It’s a metaphor.” I said dryly.

“Oh. Cool, clarification. Yaaay.” He said weakly, giving me a thumbs up. “Er, continue.”

“Cool cool. I’m (Y/N) (L/N), brilliant artist, draw-er of blueprints, occasional builder of mechanics, and the base’s resident provider of water. And you are?”

He nodded, starting awkwardly but growing more confident as he went on. “Uh…Hi, hello. I’m Donatello Hamato, sometimes known as Othello Von Ryan, sometimes known as Purple, and you can call me Donnie. I’m a creator of brilliant tech, father to a ridiculous-yet-incredible robot named SHELLDON, and an occasional misser-of-metaphors.

Nice to meet you, (Y/N)....He said without a single semblance of sarcasm.” He narrated. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He chuckled.

“Nice to meet ya, Donnie. I’ve got a feeling that we’re gonna create some brilliant things together.” I smiled, holding out my clawed hand.

He smiled back, shaking it with a metal arm that extended from his battle shell. “I think your hypothesis has some merit.”

“Rad.” I grinned, giving the metal arm a fist bump.

“I concur- we gonna be rad.”

***

Author's note:

Uh 'sup! This is my first ROTTMNT fic. It's a definite deviation from my usual stuff, but uh...I kinda wanna make more! It's fun writing for new characters, even if I'm still trying to properly work out the characterizations lol

Lemme know if you have any requests, 'cause this was fun :)

Part 2>

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pedrostylez · 8 months

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Anna Drabble

chapter summary: 2 years prior flashback from Anna's perspective

rating: 18+ (no minors please) Explicit

word count: ~650 words

warnings etc: mature language used, but nothing graphic or of note. Drinking mentioned

A/N: Hi guys! If you've looked at the masterlist for "Something Else" you'll see that I've added a couple drabbles into the mix of prepared parts. These drabbles will be short in nature, but give some further context to the story that I think is important. I've gone out of my way with this series to make sure I only write from reader and Frankie's eyes respectively, but it most certainly doesn't give the whole picture, and I think it is important to remember that! How good are these people in this story? Is the version we are reading from an accurate depiction, or is it missing context? etc etc. Anyway, let me know what you guys think about Anna and this general situation that I've gotten many messages and comments on!

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Anna remembered hopping through your window one night, seeing you curled on your side with your eyes closed. She glanced around, the room dark but a sliver of light shining through the bottom of the door. She had to stay quiet, knowing your dad was still awake, drinking in the kitchen.

She had slid her shoes off by your desk and slid into the bed next to you, gently moving the hair out of your face with nimble fingers. You had woken just enough to let the tears start falling again, Anna’s arms wrapped around you to hug you tight. She remembered how she told you everything would be fine, that she wished her mom had run away too, and that you were lucky. You both knew she was lying, but Anna was determined to make you feel better; to stop the tears.

Seeing you now, glowing with a small smile and a flush on your cheeks, Anna thought that maybe you were better. It had been years since your mom had left, and months since your boyfriend said you weren’t the one. Anna had handled that the same way-crawl into your bed, wrap you up like the big sister she always wished she had been, and hold you until you said you were okay.

Anna’s night was not going as well as yours. She knew it when she had walked down the sidewalk from her new apartment alone. Her mom had called and tried to berate her for not being married yet.

“You’re in your late twenties, Anna. I’m tired of waiting for you to get your act together.”

“Mom, I can’t just force someone to be with me.”

“Well if you would quit whoring around–”

Anna had hung up very quickly after that. If her mom didn’t want her whoring around, then that was exactly what Anna was planning to do.

“Hey!” You interrupt her thoughts as she sucks down another drink. Long Island iced tea; Anna had big plans of getting fucked up. She didn’t want to tell you what her mom had said. You had idolized her since your mom left, and Anna wasn’t going to be the one to bring that banner down. “I brought Brad!”

Brad. Anna could go for a “Brad” right now. “Where is he? I need someone to dick me down.”

Anna misses the way you furrow your brow at her, a light laugh leaving your lips. “I think he’s in the bathroom. Said he would be just a minute.”

She nods, looking around briefly to see if there is anyone better. You and Anna had met Brad about a week ago, for when you needed to quote “be dicked down by some frat-looking asshole” and had happily gone with him to the back of his truck. Just a quick fuck as far as Anna was concerned, being brought around as an offering.

When Anna doesn’t find anyone, she turns to you to hand you her empty glass. “You alright with me taking him for a spin? It’s been a shit day.” This wasn’t the first time Anna or you had said something to the same effect. Not that you typically shared, but the joke had been passed back and forth on multiple occasions. This was no different, except Anna planned on moving forward with it.

Anna misses your hesitation, and only hears the “Yeah, go for it.” before stepping toward the bathroom where you said he would be. She finds him leaning against the wall, kissing some other girl in kitten heels and a blue shirt.

“Hey, Brad.” Anna slurs. She doesn’t know when that started to happen. Maybe the Long Island was a mistake. “I need to talk to you.”

Brad was quick to allow Anna to paw at his hair, eager for any type of attention. He was the epitome of a fuck boy-it was exactly why you had picked him. Anna knew that this wasn’t someone either of you could be with long term, but as a way to get back at her mother? Perfect solution.

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fixingbulletholeswithbandaids · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Picture this; Alex and Henry, 38 years old, privately married. Alex working as the Secretary of Health and Human Services and the youngest member of the President’s Cabinet. Henry’s shelters are international and his popularity as a Royal Family member still high.

Alex is named Designated Survivor for the State of the Union speech and is required to wait in an undisclosed location. His role is to ensure continuity of government if anything was to happen.

And then, something happens.

The Capitol is decimated and Alex is sworn in as President.

What happens when the role Alex wasn’t sure he wanted anymore he suddenly has?

What happens when his secret marriage to a Prince of another country is now at risk of exposure?

What happens when it becomes Alex’s responsibility to rebuilt the country while grieving the loss of people dear to him?

So proud of this little fic I’ve been working on so far. It is my first multi chaptered story and each comment and kudo is warming my heart and healing a part of me I wasn’t aware was hurting.

It takes inspiration from the tv show Designated Survivor and there is elements of the show but the story had mostly taken a life of its own.

Interwoven into a fast paced storyline is moments of calm, memories of good times, and a deeper understanding of how the characters got to where they are.

Some quotes below;

When Alex is sworn in as President

Alex reached inside his shirt, slightly damp with sweat, and pulled out his necklace - the house key, Henry’s signet ring and Alex’s wedding ring dangling from the chain. Their homes, side by side, connected by their vows.

“You and me and history, remember?” Henry uttered quietly. A reminder. It was them against the world. Whatever was about to happen, they had each other.

He removed the chain hastily, laying it over Henry’s open palm and placing his left hand on top.

Alex nodded, “Okay,” He looked back at Davis, raising his right hand in preparation, “Let’s do this.”

Alex dealing with intimating people

The general was a breath away from Alex’s face. The attempts at intimidation were futile, Alex having dealt with these kinds of people his whole life. There was no need for them to give respect to him when they’d already made a decision about who he was before they knew him. They saw the colour of his skin and decided he was never quite American enough. They heard him speak his language, saw his last name, and decided he didn’t belong. They saw how his face clung to the remnants of youth, the lack of lines littering his face, and decided he was too young. Throw in his sexuality, his relationship status and his private business being repeatedly aired for public consumption and it was the perfect cocktail into a false belief they would have the upper hand on him.

Alex and June reminiscing in the midst of chaos

“I swear our weddings were the only two times I’ve seen mom cry,” June reminisced, breaking Alex’s train of nostalgia.

“She’s a tough one to break. Remember what she said to me after my wedding?” Alex said before mimicking his mom’s accent, “Don’t forget to pack the condoms Sugar, the only thing you want from your honeymoon is memories.”

June burst into laughter, Alex quickly joining.

“Remember -” June started, trying to catch her breath, “the powerpoint she made me when I told her about Nora?”

“Oh my god yes!” Alex cackled, “I still cannot believe the amount of scissor imagery she managed to put into one presentation!”

Henry remembering when Alex proposed

Alex took a deep breath and bent down onto his knee, looking up at Henry with such love and adoration, it knocked the air from his lungs. Henry had spent his life reading about love. He studied the written words of it scattered throughout history, examined how the penned ink described the complexities of the emotion. He memorised soliloquies, read literature, recited poetry and for all the work he had done to try and understand it, he knew how nonsensical love truly was. With Alex though, love made sense.

Happy reading! :)

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abstract-talk · 24 days

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I think it's fine to question things, especially when it's marketed for the most part./

Thank you for saying this, not the same anon but it’s left me bewildered that this can be seen multiple ways.

I honestly no longer care if it’s deemed real or Pr because after the Vanity Fair mess, many have just gave up and are like it’s whatever. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I think either way Chris, comes off as foolish.

If it’s real, he married someone like that and his family has given their blessings and his own mom went from liking a comment implying Alba is racist to complimenting the girl. Chris has disrespected her and she’s disrespected herself all for some fame and fortune and due to her and his own actions Chris has dropped significantly star power wise. Like this man could have done so much better in going public with this let alone in picking of a partner and THIS is where he ends up at 42 ….43….however old he is. Just sad. Water seeks its own level I guess.

If it’s PR, it’s just stupid because prior to 2022, he was in a very good position to move forward with success professionally and he could maintain his privacy but this mess has ruined that in more ways than one.

So yeah I no longer know what to make of it and I pop in periodically but seeing how it hasn’t been much updates since the VF party, I’m calling time of death of this mess. Like even if another shoe drops, it’s like okay, cool, NEXT! 😂

In my opinion, it's been continual marketing.

Part of his allure was that he was sharing pieces of himself via social media, such as uploaded videos on his IG, posting his thirst traps. It felt 'on brand' for him to do such a thing because he had comfortable with utilizing IG as a media tool for engagement.

Like I've said before, when I talk about her being chronically online, that's where it all went wrong. He's no stranger to having girlfriends who are not in the public eye because he didn't post about it. During the filming of Knives Out, he had a whole girlfriend who wasn't in the industry and he didn't post a single picture or allude to his relationship. With his now wife being significantly younger than him, she knows the ins and outs of social media and what to post that will get people talking. It's a media engagement for HER, not for him.

He has dropped quite a bit and projects are getting harder and harder to come by. I think he would be content if he was being sent quality scripts to read but there have been a lot of meetings, table reads and getting his name out there for more serious roles, which requires him to showcase talent, not just on his name like he could do prior when he was working for Marvel.

I think it's fun to look at the theories, speculate when this will end but ultimately, the signs will be there and if the other shoe drops, I liken it to the quote about a tree falling in the woods. If he doesn't have a fandom left to care, does it even matter?

#anonymous talks

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Secrets.......

Pairing: Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, mild swearing, mentions of past relationship, mentions of cheating

Summary: as you and Loki spend more time together, you slowly start letting him in.

Part 9-

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It had been a couple of weeks since the day in the shop when Loki comforted you. Since then you had talked everyday. If he couldn't come by the shop he always texted, never forgetting to tell you how beautiful you were, or how much he missed you. You felt yourself falling hard and fast for him. He was everything you had ever wanted, and it scared you. You had never had anyone care about you the way he did. You were pulled from your thoughts as your phone went off.

You smiled as you re-read the messages. "He's such a dork." You laughed to yourself, seeing as it was almost five you hurried to get your work done.

Loki came in right as you finished up. "Darling, are you ready?" He asked holding his arm out. "Yes I am." You smiled wrapping your arm around his. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." You called to everyone as Loki escorted you out. "Ooo we should get some ice cream." You said pulling his arm closer. "Anything for you darling." He smiled kissing the top of your head.

You sat with your ice cream, as you slid your hand down to lace your fingers with his. "So tell me, what brought you to New York?" He asked. "Well, after I graduated I didn't have much of a plan honestly. And my sister lived here so she told me to come live with her, and I've been here since." You smiled. "I didn't know you had a sister." He smiled. "Yeah she's older, she moved out before my mom passed, and when I couldn't deal with my father anymore her and I grew pretty close." You said taking a bite of your ice cream.

"So, do you still live with her?" He asked. "Yes. I've thought about moving out, but Im not sure what I would do without her, especially after me ex." You said, cursing yourself for mentioning him. "What happened with your ex?" He asked, concern in his eyes. "Oh, well um...he..." you fidgeted looking down. "Darling you don't have to tell me of you don't want to." He said squeezing your hand. You sighed looking at him "no, it's ok." You said straightening up. "I was with him about a year, he umm, he was nice, most of the time." You cleared your throat.

"He used to make comments about the way I looked, always told me I'd never find anyone else who would want me." You sighed looking down. "Well one day, I got done at the shop and headed over to his place to see him and well......let's just say he had a visitor." You air quoted. "I'm so sorry darling, you didn't deserve that." Loki said wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you towards him. "How long ago was that?" He asked "Oh, about four years ago. I've been single since, well until I met you." You smiled at him.

He turned facing you with a serious look "Darling, I swear I will never treat you the way that pathetic boy did. You have brought so much joy into my life. And I know we haven't known eachother long, but you make me feel things I've never felt with anyone else." He smiled squeezing your hand. "I know you would never do that, I trust you Loki, I've never felt like this about anyone either." You smiled back as a tear ran down your cheek. Loki reached up, swiping it away with his thumb before cupping your cheek. "I am yours y/n, for as long as you'll have me." He whispered leaning forward. "Promise?" You asked looking into his eyes "I promise." He sighed as he pressed his lips softly to yours.

He pulled back, resting his forehead on yours. "I adore you y/n." He sighed. "Your not so bad yourself." You smiled hearing him laugh. "Oh, my brother asked of we wanted to, what did he call it...double date I believe?" He said looking at you. "Oh, with him and sarah?" You asked. "Yes, where we go out together." He smiled. "Umm sure. I mean if you want to." You looked at him. "Well, I can't say I'm excited about spending that much time with him, but I thought you may find it enjoyable." He smiled. "Well ok, is Sunday ok?" You asked. "I'm sure that will be fine. I will let you know." He said standing up holding his arm out.

He walked you back to your car, stopping to hold your hands "You should come by the tower sometime, I would love to show you around." He smiled. "I'd like that alot Loki. Maybe Sunday after our date." You smiled. "Well, I should get going, do you need a ride back?" You asked. "No, I think I would enjoy a walk, it's a lovely evening." He smiled. "And you'll message me?" You asked "promptly when I arrive." He smiled as you nodded.

He leaned down, his fingers slowly sliding into your hair as he gently pressed his lips to yours. Your arms wrapped around his middle, as your palms pressing against his back, bringing him closer to you as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss. You heard him moan as your slowly slid across his bottom lip. Suddenly your back pressed against your car, not sure when you had walked backwards as his tongue tangled with yours. You felt his hand slide down your side as his other firmly held your head in place. Your hands slid up his back, gripping his shirt and pulling him as close to you as you could.

He pulled back, sucking on your bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to yours "norns, the things you do to me." He panted. You reached up, kissing him one more time "until sunday." You sighed looking at him as he smiled "until Sunday." He nodded, opening your door, closing it as you got in. You drove home, excited and nervous about Sunday. You sat in your car for a minute before you went in, smiling as you got Loki's text saying he was home safe.

"Mommy! I'm so happy your home!" Emma yelled running to you. "I'm so happy I'm home too!" You yelled pulling her in for a hug. "Hey y/n, how was your walk?" Mel winked as she walked past. "It was fine, how are things here?" You asked picking up Emma. "Oh fine, we went to the park again, nothing too exciting." She shrugged. You gave Emma a kiss and asked her to go play in the living room. "So, Loki asked me if I wanted to go on a double date with Thor and his girlfriend on Sunday." You smiled. You heard her sigh "did you tell him?" She asked turning towards you. You shook your head looking at her. "Y/n, its been almost a month, you need to tell him." She said sternly. "I will! Im just scared." You said.

"What are you scared of y/n, the guy genuinely cares about you." She said stepping closer. "What if it changes everything, what if he....leaves?" You looked down. "Y/n, that's just a risk you have to take, I know its happened before, but you need to trust him enough to tell him." She said patting your shoulder. You nodded "I will, I'll tell him Sunday." You said looking at her. "Good, now let's eat." She smiled putting dinner on the table. After dinner you tucked Emma into bed before heading to your room.

You climbed in bed, thinking about what Mel said. You did need to talk to him, tell him about Emma, your past, everything. You sighed, pulling the blanket he gave you around yourself "I'll tell him sunday." You told yourself as you closed your eyes, drifting to sleep.

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love you from a distance | sapnap.

Sapnap goes to prom with his best friend that he happens to be in love with. And things take a turn when the lovers least expect it.

cc!Sapnap x fem!reader

WARNINGS: angst, mention of character death word count: 3k

author's note: i was listening to a really good sad song playlist a thought up an idea for some angst. idk if this is good at all as it's pretty different from my normal posts but i was excited to try some new! hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

They say if you love something you should let it go. And if it was meant to be, it will come back to you. Sapnap always admired that quote ever since his mom said it to him for the first time when he was ten and he didn’t make the school basketball team. The quote didn’t really fit at the moment, but he still liked it and always referred to it when things didn’t go his way. He taught himself to not get hung up on things that didn’t go his way or were out of his grasp.

It wasn’t until now that Sapnap hated that quote more than anything. As helpful as that quote is when you don’t make the basketball team or if you must end a friendship but when it comes to love, the quote is the worst. When reciting that quote, most people do not say the second part, “If it doesn’t come back, then it was never meant to be”.

Sapnap knew he was in love with his best friend but it wasn’t until they went to the high school prom together that he did anything about it.

Neither of them had dates and they knew they would hang out together at the dance anyway. So why not wear coordinated colors to make it official? What seemed like a simple solution for her to have a ride to the dance, was a heart-racing, sweaty palm panic for Sapnap.

He spent hours with his mom picking out the best corsage to give you when he showed up on your doorstep. His mom could tell this was a big deal for the love-struck teenager and stopped herself from commenting on her son’s pickiness about some flowers.

The night of the dance Sapnap played it as cool as possible despite checking his outfit in the mirror every 5 minutes and going through his checklist of things a million times. Car keys, wallet, tickets, phone, corsage. He didn’t want anything to mess up this night for her, it all needed to be perfect.

Sapnap was a nervous wreck the whole drive to her house. He had already felt like he sweat through his suit and felt like the tie on his neck was suffocating him. Before he knew it, he was at the doorstep, clutching the plastic box in one hand and forming a tight fist in the other. After a few deep breaths, he brought his fist up to knock on the door. Her parents answered as they have every time he was made this exact type of visit and invited him inside with bright smiles.

They said she was just finishing up getting ready and would be down any minute. Her mom was calling him handsome, and her dad was giving the ‘keep her safe and don’t do anything we wouldn't' talk. But the world went quiet when he heard the soft heel clicks on the stairs. It felt like the Earth stopped spinning at that moment he looked up to the top of the stairs and saw her.

The flowing pink fabric swirled around her in a cloud of tulle. She had a bright, wide smile on her face as she locked eyes with her date. He was in a nice black suit, with a pale pink vest, that originally took a lot of convincing to get him to wear. From his shiny shoes to his slightly off-center tie that looked like it had been pulled at to his styled hair that was a drastic change from his normal hat hair, she was in awe of the boy at the bottom of the stairs.

The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering so much it felt like they had moved into her stomach, bought a house, raised some kids, and retired by now. She suddenly couldn’t remember the way she wanted to vomit as she had walked up to him a few weeks to ask him if he wanted to be her date to the dance. And the diary filled with the name of the boy at the bottom of her stairs with hearts surrounding it seemed like less of a fantasy the closer she got to him. With the way he was looking at her right now, she had never felt more seen.

The eye contact between the two teenagers never broke, even as her parents ran around them looking for a camera and was pushing them out into the yard. Sapnap sheepishly said hello, shoving his hands in his pockets as a way to make himself seem smaller. His obvious nerves comforted his date as she too quietly mumbled a hi back. Her parents were still searching for the perfect place with the best lighting for them to take photos when she noticed the box in Sapnap’s hand.

“Is that for me?” She was the first to break eye contact as she stared at the pretty flowers in the box, heart-swelling at the fact he bought a corsage for her. She had totally forgotten to tell Sapnap that a corsage was something he kind of needed to get. And he did it all on his own. “O-oh, y-yeah. It is.” He was rambling about how he couldn’t find the right shade of pink and that he understands if she was mad about it not matching. She placed her hand on top of his shaking ones wrapped around the plastic and assured him that she loved it.

What she didn’t tell him was that it was perfect because it was from him. It could have been the ugliest shade of green or been flowers he picked from his front yard, and she would have been just as happy to wear it on her wrist. With his hands still shaking, Sapnap delicately removed the bracelet from its box and helped slip it on his best friend’s wrist, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest at any moment.

They finally tore themselves away from the bubble they were in as her parents called their names and flashes surrounded them. The pair laid into one another as they smiled for the camera. Her hands were positioned in front of her and his were situated on her waist. After a few photos, she relaxed into his touch and leaned more against his chest.

Since they were toddlers, they’ve taken hundreds of photos together. But these were different because they were so close. And she could feel his hot breath on her cheek and could smell the faint cologne he only wore for special occasions. And Sapnap couldn’t not notice how soft her hair felt when it slightly brushed against his neck and how warm she was in his arms.

If you would have told Sapnap not even a month ago that he would be taking cheesy prom photos with his best friend, who happened to be the love of his life, he wouldn’t have believed you.

Once they escaped the camera in their face and the gushing parents and got into Sapnap’s car, after he held open the door like a true gentleman, the pair felt more like themselves. They laughed as they put on their joint playlist and drove off to the school.

They settled into each other’s company quickly as the familiar rows of houses passed them by. “I want to leave this town.” She mumbled one of her most common thoughts for the first time as they passed by the park where she twisted her ankle and Sapnap helped carry her to the bench and gave her his juice box. “Oh really? Since when?” The duo always talked about attending the local state college together and getting an apartment together, maybe with a pet fish or something.

Neither one of the teenagers thought they would amount to much unless it was together.

Sapnap was a gamer who had no interest in school, and she was a dreamer who couldn’t be tied down to one subject. Opposites they were but it worked. He taught her the strategy and skills needed to play Minecraft and she showed him how to let go and enjoy the natural things the world had to offer.

“I don’t know. Just know I want to leave. As soon as possible.” The car came to stop at a red light, and she was face to face with the gas station, where Sapnap once convinced her to eat a weird-looking burrito that ended up giving her food poisoning.

He made up for it by watching rom coms with her for the whole week and holding her hair back every time she threw up. Sapnap looked over to see her staring at the familiar building, the same memory flashing in his mind. It was at this moment he noticed the small amount of glitter that was on her eyelids that just brightened up her eyes even more. It shined with every move she made and was mesmerizing to look at. There was a look of longing in her eyes as she kept seeing all the places that held a memory. A memory with Sapnap. She knew she would be able to leave this place but only if it was with him. And he felt the same way.

“Hey, look at me.” Sapnap picked up one of her hands, ignoring how soft it felt in his sweaty one. Her head turned to face him, her features soft and curious as she put all her attention on him. “I promise, with everything in me, that I will get you out of here. As soon as possible. We will run away to anywhere you want to go.” Her heart almost burst at the thought of him dropping his whole life, his whole family, his whole future to run away to God knows where with her. The rest of the drive was filled with loud singing and jokes about how off-key they were. The school parking lot was filling up as they got there, and the crowds of dresses and suits flooded into the poorly decorated gym.

Unknown to the other, each teenager made eye contact with their friends, waving them off when they tried to gesture to the person they had their arm locked with. They found a table to set their stuff at and immediately went to get a drink at the sad excuse for a refreshment table. They opted for the water when a fellow student warned them the punch was spiked already.

The pair suddenly got very insecure again, too scared to get close to the other and seemingly out of conversation topics. Other friends came up to talk to them at one point, taking some group pictures together and exchanging compliments on each other’s outfits.

While in conversations with separate people, a slow song had come on and all their couple friends moved to the designated dancefloor. And their other single friends teamed up to push Sapnap and his date together and in the direction of the dancing couples. They both stumbled a bit as they sent glares to their friends for the not-so-subtle move. Sapnap took a step forward to the girl in pink and invited her to dance, just like his dad had taught him to. She accepted the offer with a step forward of her own.

Sapnap thought back to the YouTube videos he watched the night before about how to position his hands most respectfully. He settled into the perfect spot on her waist, and she draped her arms around his neck. They had enough space they wouldn’t get interrupted by the chaperones but were close enough that they could see every detail on each other’s faces.

He noticed the shiny lip gloss on her lips that looked like it was tempting him every second to just lean in a little bit. She noticed the little freckles that littered his nose that she has always wanted to pepper with kisses.

They made the smallest of small talk about how hot it was in the room and how crowded the floor was. He cracked a joke about the kid who obviously had gotten into the punch that was currently hitting the whip to a slow love song. Her giggle-filled his ears and a smile grew on his face as she fell into his shoulder.

He didn’t believe the joke warranted that big of a laugh, but he was just happy he could get it out of her. They continued to sway together for the rest of the night, even when the song changed, and dance circles formed next to them. They never moved from their spot with one another.

The night slipped away from them when they were suddenly alerted by their friends, who had been letting them live in their bliss, told them they were shutting down the dance. Sapnap had decided to not let go of the soft hand that brushed against his as they walked to pick up their belongings and head back to the car. Still wrapped in the attention of the other, they lazily agreed to meet up with the others at the local 24-hour diner in town.

Sapnap drove away from the school but turned left instead of right, which was the opposite route to the diner. Giggles filled the car as they heard honks behind them for driving away from the agreed plan. The radio was blaring, and the streetlights were whizzing by them as they got on the highway to drive into the city. There was time to kill until curfew and neither of them was ready to end the night. Sapnap rolled the windows and screamed out in excitement as the wind came rushing through the car, whipping his hair around and causing a slight ringing in his ear. The girl next to him undid her seatbelt to lean out of the window and take in the world around her. She felt all the worries in the world fly away. She felt like she was weightless.

Sapnap couldn’t help but look at the beautiful girl who looked like the definition of living in the moment. Her hair was falling out of the pins she had spent hours perfecting. The pair felt like nothing could stop them. “You look crazy!” Sapnap exclaimed as he looked back and forth between her and the road. She looked anything but crazy, she looked free and happy. Her carefree demeanor relaxed every muscle in Sapnap’s body. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this girl.

He wanted to be hers and wanted her to be his. The cheesy good morning texts and the matching couple bracelets. Living together and traveling the world. Getting married and having kids. He wanted it all. He could see it right in front of him right now.

And as she turned to look back into the car and saw the most handsome side profile of the boy she has grown up with, she wanted all the same things. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair when he was upset and wanted to force him to do spa nights with her. She realized how badly she wanted to listen to love songs and think of him.

Settling back in her seat, she leaned to cup his face in her hand, dragging his attention to her and away from the road. He looked so alarmed, but it quickly faded when he saw her smiling face.

They couldn’t see each other that well at first but a light suddenly appeared and lit up the car. And they basked in each other’s features. Neither of them noticed the slight sway of the car or the blaring car horn, similar to the one of their friends from moments ago.

The teenagers were locked onto one another as they leaned in closer and brushed their lips against one another. For a split second, it was just them, wrapped in each other’s existence and staring into their future with one another.

But from the next second and beyond, it was silent. One pair of lips was ripped away from the other in an instant. And the other pair of lips never recovered. Broken glass and dented metal found their way onto the girl’s lips, accompanied by spots of blood. One soul lay lifeless on the pavement and the other stared in pain. The taste of one another never left the car but they did, separately, never to be reunited with their future.

Sapnap could never forgive himself. Even years later, now with a new life, in a new town, with new friends, and the perfect life, he still blamed himself for that night. He had the most perfect life that had been waiting for him and the perfect girl. He was always told by his family and friends that gaming couldn’t be a career, but she had always had faith in Sapnap that he would make it work. After denying his acceptance into the college they toured together, Sapnap threw himself into streaming and making new friends online. Thousands of people all over the world loved him and supported him.

But none of them was the girl in the pretty pink dress. None of them was the girl who knew all his secrets. None of them was the girl who had a playlist of his favorite songs. None of them was the girl he wanted to marry. None of them was the girl who didn’t keep her seatbelt on.

None of them were her.

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Don't Stand So Close Chapter 15

Summary: Anna and Starla are best friends, but when Anna meets Starla’s dad, Harry, she can’t deny how attractive he is. Unfortunately, she’s far too young for him and he doesn’t seem to be interested anyway. Then, years down the road, Harry suddenly realizes he likes his daughter’s best friend a little too much, but how could they ever make it work?

AN/Warning: I will have a * by the parts when smut is included. ANGST, a missed birthday, a pair of stubborn and hurt lovers

Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Harry and I have the best relationship. I just know it. Besides the whole, keeping it a secret thing, it’s perfection. We have the deepest connection and the best sex. I’m so completely in love with him that I feel nothing but joy even when I’m not with him. I can’t be with him all the time but I’m elated to know he’s mine, and I’m his.

I read the newest book Harry wrote. I was so excited to have a rough copy of what would be published before anyone else would. His writing is beautiful and the way he tells a story is so breathtaking. The book was about a man who falls in love with travel and winds up getting lost in the mountains during an excursion. Harry's a genius.

Starla’s 21st birthday was on January 15th. It was a beautiful big party that Harry and Angela hosted together. It was strange seeing the two interact but now that I have, I see why Harry doesn’t like Angela much. I wanted to strangle her half the time with the rude comments she kept making toward Harry.

The following month was Harry’s birthday. He didn’t want a party or anything but Starla and Paul and I and a few of Harry’s closest friends went out to eat. After the dinner everyone went their separate ways but I went back to Harry’s (obviously). I got him a jade cross necklace with a silver backing. I had it engraved with …and you are one of the lights. The inscription is from a quote from Bram Stoker’s, Dracula. The first book, along with The Beetle, that I read from Harry many years ago. The full quote goes: There are darknesses in life, and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

I didn’t know what to get him in all honesty. It had to be something I could afford and frankly, the charm was expensive for me. I realize he got me a necklace charm with an inscription as well, and so I was kind of copying him, but I know Harry loves jewelry. He wears rings and he always wears his cross necklace. Sometimes he pairs the cross necklace with other charms so I felt this would be something he’d like. I also gave him a super sloppy blow job as soon as we stepped in his house and then later than night more sex, of course. I know he loved the jade cross, though. He nearly cried and wouldn’t stop kissing my face after I gave it to him.

My new classes were great, and the schedule was even better. My first Monday class didn’t begin until 11:00 AM and my last Friday class was over by 1:00 PM. I used as much of that free time as I could with Harry. Starla and I hung out a lot more too with my better schedule but she began to see Paul more and by March they were “boyfriend and girlfriend” official.

Paul never said anything more about New Year’s Eve. We chalked it up to being paranoid.

For Spring break Harry flew out to New York City for a week for a lecture series and I hung out with Starla and my mom during that time. I also filled in at the restaurant so a couple of servers could have Spring break off. I hated being away from Harry but we spoke every night. I also hated that I couldn’t join him at the conference to see the lecture. We needed to continue keeping everything on the downlow and it was beginning to take a toll on us. Mostly me. Keeping a secret like the one we were keeping was hard when all we wanted to do was share the news with everyone.

Still, Harry and I kept things magical. I never got bored of him and he always seemed to hang on my every word and couldn’t get enough of me when we did see each other.

Over the summer we saw each other a lot. Way more than we were used to seeing one another but it never got old or too much. It was amazing. A few weekends spent together were with Starla. I didn’t like being around Harry and not being able to hold his hand or kiss his nose and I hated lying to Starla and pretending nothing was going on.

By the time summer was over we’d gotten back into our normal routine of seeing each other over the weekends we weren’t busy. Paul and Starla were very obviously ridiculously in love and they were the cutest couple on campus. Sickeningly sweet. I was jealous of Starla’s relationship because she could just have a normal one. I didn’t know when it would be okay to be open about being with Harry, if ever. The more I saw how lovely Starla and Paul’s relationship was and how they could go out and do fun things together with all of our friends, the more I longed for that with Harry.

My new Fall classes were all hard. I was stressed out and as time went on, I became less and less sure about my relationship with Harry. Not that I didn’t think we weren’t madly in love. Our time spent together was insanely wonderful. I just hated being kept a secret.

Before my 22nd birthday we discussed telling everyone and it didn’t go how I thought it would.

“I’d really like to start telling people, Harry. I hate this. I don’t know how much more I can handle lying to everyone. Don’t you want that too? With me?”

“Of course I do, baby. You know that. I just don’t know how to go about telling people. It scares me. I’m afraid I’ll lose you. I don’t want that. I just want to keep you forever and people will be very harsh.”

“Yes. I know people are going to be harsh but we’re going to have to eventually face it at some point. Right?”

“I know. I know. I just don’t how or when…”

“Harry, I love you. I need to know you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you. I’m talking marriage and everything. If we keep this a secret that can’t happen.”

“I love you, Anna. I just need time.”

“Harry, we’ve been together for almost a year. How much more time do I need to be kept a secret?”

“Is that how you feel? Like I’m doing this to keep you a secret? Really?”

“Yes. A little. I know you lo…”

“No. Stop. I can’t believe you feel that way, after everything. You know I love you. You know that’s not what this is…”

“Do I?! How do I know anymore? You go on these out of town trips and I can’t come with you to something I would LOVE to be part of beca…”

“BECAUSE we can’t, Anna! You know this!”

“I need to be able to feel like what we have is good and real. It feels great when it’s just me and you but we’re in this secret bubble together and I can’t stop feeling like it’s all too good to be true because the truth is what we have is a dirty secret and…”

“It’s never been a dirty secret, Anna. Why are you just now coming out with this? What is really going on here?”

“I told you how I feel. I don’t want to be kept a secret anymore and it feels like you’re stalling.”

“Fuck! What? You just wanna dive in and tell everyone all of the sudden? “Yeah… hey, Starla… just so you know – I’ve been fucking Anna for the last year behind your back!” How do you think THAT will turn out, Anna?! Fucks sake!”

“God, Harry. Why would I even suggest telling everyone like that? Are you saying you just don’t want to tell people?”

“No! I want to but it’s hard.”

“Yeah, I am well aware that it’s hard, Harry. Jesus.”

“I don’t know that you’re thinking about this rationally. You’re clearly upset and emotional right now.”

“I just want to talk about how it’s going to happen and make a plan. We barely discuss it anymore. I need to be able to feel happy to have you as my boyfriend and not hide it from everyone.”

“You’re not happy with me?”

“Ugh! Harry, you’re the most amazing person in my life. I’m head over heels for you but this situation is fucked! I’m stressed about it. I need to not have these secrets hanging over our relationship anymore. It’s too much for me to handle.”

“Too much, huh? Wow. Okay.”

“What? What do you mean, “okay”?”

“If it’s too hard, Anna, then you’re not happy. I don’t know what to tell you. Anyway, I have to pack to get ready for my trip tomorrow.”

“Yeah, a trip I could go on with you but can’t since you don’t want people to know about me.”

“Fuck you for saying that. You know how much I wish you could come with me. Fuck!”

“You say you want me with you but it doesn’t feel like it. I’m getting impatient. It’s been a year. Figure your shit out.”

And I left him. I was meant to stay another night with him but I was so angry and he was angry. He left for Arizona the following morning and he called me that night to apologize but things from that point on became tricky for us. He knew we needed to tell everyone but he felt backed into a corner, he’d said. Sure a secret tryst is fun and sexy but it weighs on the relationship heavy and a year of sneaking and lying takes a toll.

The four days Harry was in Arizona were hell for me. We did talk every night but we’d argue and end the calls on a sour note. The day he came back from Arizona was a Friday and I was supposed to meet him at his house but he sent a text to me that morning that he had to cancel our plans with no explanation except to say to meet him at his house on Saturday.

I obviously texted him back asking why and he never responded to me that night. You better believe I was fuming. Fucking furious.

Instead of going to see him on Saturday I asked my dad if I could work both Saturday and Sunday. I never texted Harry to tell him I wasn’t coming or anything. He blew up my phone all day Saturday and when I got off work late that night he was in front of the dorm house waiting for me. He was pacing and I saw immediately he was stressed and very angry.

We fought. I brought him to my room so we could have privacy and not get found out but he didn’t stay long. We yelled and it ended with us both crying and apologizing but anger was still evident with both of our attitudes so he left.

The following weekend I didn’t go see him again. Our usual daily calls and texts were very limited as we were both still mad but Harry thought I was coming to see him. I didn’t want to. It was always me going to him. He never came to me. He never tried hard enough. He didn’t want to tell anyone about me. I felt dejected and dirty. If he wanted me he’d need to prove it. So, I stopped responding to him and on Friday when he called and texted over and over again I ignored him. It hurt to ignore him. I hated it. But I needed to know he wanted me. For real. I knew he wanted me, but how much? Would he truly risk everything for me? I didn’t believe he would and so I decided I wasn’t going to keep torturing him and “backing him into a corner” as he put it.

On Saturday I went out with Starla, just the two of us. We got waisted and crashed at her dorm room. My phone would not stop piling up with calls and texts from Harry. I had to actually turn my phone off so that Starla wouldn’t see it. Starla posted a bunch of pictures of us on Instagram at the college bar we used to frequent. Harry saw the posts (he’d decided to get Instagram after we started dating). Believe me when I say his texts and voice messages were more and more desperate as the night went on.

On Sunday I went back to my dorm alone. I felt awful, not just from the alcohol but going so long without speaking to Harry. I had a constant lump in my throat and a brick in my gut. I was devasted but put on a good front so no one could even tell.

I was surprised to see him sitting on the stoop of my dorm building when I showed up.

I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but I was bursting inside from just seeing him. I wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around his neck, kiss him all over, tell him I love him… But I remained calm. I needed him to need me just as much as I needed him.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I near the steps and Harry looks up at me with red, puffy eyes, disheveled hair, red nose, and a half smile when he sees me.

“Um… was worried about you. Thought I was going to see my girl this weekend but you never came. Never showed up. Never even said a word. Went out and partied instead. What’s going on, Anna?” He said my girl and it somehow a flower of hope bloomed in my chest but I needed to remain cold.

I crossed my arms and shook my head. I could see he’d been crying. I hated that I was the reason but if he’d seen how many nights I’d been crying myself to sleep he’d feel bad too. I wanted him to feel bad. I wanted him to want me. To really want me.

“I just don’t know where you and I can even go from here, Harry. I feel like you enjoy the secret more than I do and it hurts. I don’t want to be a secret and you don’t want me to not be a secret, so I don’t know where we go. I needed time to think.”

“Do you still? Need time? I miss you, baby. I know this isn’t perfect,” He stands up and begins walking toward me but I keep my arms crossed, “but I love you and I need you.”

“I know you love me, Harry. But I don’t know if that’s enough when it involves being kept a secret.”

Harry nods and rubs his hands over his face. “Can we go inside? Talk in your room?” He gestures toward the door.

I shake my head, “No.”

“Why not? Are you done with me, Anna?” Harry gets closer to me and the tears that were wobbly on his lash line are now dripping onto his cheeks. “Please don’t be done with me. Fuck please.” He gets closer and I put my arms down, put my guard down because I can’t help it and he wraps his arms around me in a hug, that only Harry can give, the kind of hug that heals and feeds.

“I’m not done, Harry. I just don’t think you ever will be ready to tell people about us and that makes me think you’re the one that’s done. Do you understand?” I speak the words into his chest as he’s holding me and I finally bring my arms up to wrap around his back.

He leans back to look down at me with a frown and in confusion, “No. I will. We will. I just…” he swallows hard and then he’s crying. Legitimate crying. He can’t finish his sentence because he’s choked up and it causes me to cry.

“You missed my birthday, you know? I thought you’d come to me but you didn’t. You stayed mad at me after we spoke on the phone and it was the worst birthday I’d ever had. You couldn’t even leave your beautiful home to come see me on my birthday. So, Starla took me out last night. So, yeah, I went and partied to celebrate my birthday. At least I got to celebrate it.”

Between small sobs and sniffles Harry speaks his words slowly, “I fucked up, Anna. My feelings were hurt and I said things I didn’t mean and then I was dumb for not seeing you. I’m sorry. I really am. I want to make everything right. Please, let’s just go somewhere to talk. I need to talk with you about this, Anna. It’s driving me crazy. Please.”

Needless to say, I gave in. We got into his nice car and we drove around a little and then went to a café that was just far enough away from campus that we probably wouldn’t get spotted. We had tea and shared a cookie that was given to us for free. The lady at the register gave it to Harry ‘gratis’ and she blinked her lashes really sweetly – she clearly didn’t realize he was here with his girlfriend because you would never know since we don’t act ‘couply’ when we’re anywhere near a place where we could get found out. Just another nail in the coffin really, that whole experience. Having to sit there and watch another very attractive lady (she was probably upper 20s) flirt with Harry and not be able to like, take his hand or kiss his cheek. To not have any claim on him outside of his house is infuriating. So, we ate the stupid free cookie from the girl who thinks I’m probably just Harry’s daughter, or niece.

We were both feeling very hurt and vulnerable during that conversation too. And because of that it didn’t turn out well. All I wanted was for Harry to say that we’ll start telling people and if we couldn’t figure it out in that moment how we’d do it, then to commit to a time frame so we could begin brainstorming and making a plan, preparing ourselves. But nope. He didn’t want to give me anything. I was also not willing to budge. I felt my request was fair, Harry didn’t seem to grasp that he was choosing to keep me a secret and that he had all the power in this decision because HE was the one that didn’t want to tell people. I mean, he wanted to tell people, but our situation is unique so there will be hurt people involved at some point. Harry just didn’t want any fallout and I just wanted to start the painful process so we could finally move on and grow as a couple, get out of this purgatory of secrecy and lies.

Harry took me back to my dorm about an hour later, when we’d gotten no where and he drove off as soon as I stepped out of his car onto the sidewalk.

A few more days go by and I continue to ignore Harry’s texts and calls. The nights without hearing from him (by my own choice) are hell. I nearly cave and call him back a few times just to hear his voice, tell him I’m dumb and we’ll wait to tell everyone and take as long as he needs because I love him, but I don’t. I just wallow in my self-pity instead. Everything is hard to do when I’m not talking to Harry. Nothing seems okay or right in the world when we’re mad at one another. I can’t focus on a book to read and enjoy as an escape, I can’t pay attention to the professors or the classwork, my stomach is in knots and my nerves are killing me. The only thing I’m great at lately is sleeping but waking up is tortuous when I remember why I was sleeping in the first place. Because I don’t know what’s going to happen with Harry. I don’t know if we can survive this, overcome our differences when it comes to coming out about our relationship. I understand his hesitancy but I need more than to be kept a secret. I need more. I deserve more and so does he to be honest.

On Wednesday I get off of work late, I set the alarm and then lock up the restaurant. When I turn around I see Harry in the parking lot. I’m surprised to see him here, coming to me. But he is and he has flowers. He’s leaning on my Bronco smoking a cigarette and I swear I have never seen him smoke a cigarette but it looked like he’d been doing it for years with how casually he drew the stick up to his lips and then exhaled the smoke. I also am missing him desperately and to see him here brings a jolt of electricity to my body, to my heart and I smile at him without realizing it.

“Hey, baby. Are you okay?” Harry is calm and he’s such a sight for sore eyes. I just stand, dumbfounded, not making a move toward him so he pushes himself up off Freddy, takes another drag of the cigarette, and then drops it to the ground before stomping it out. He slowly walks up to me, flowers in hand.

“Came to talk and to apologize. These are for you.” He holds up the bouquet. And it’s beautiful. It’s packed with soft pink, and deep pink and peonies tied up with a bow around the stems.

I finally take a breath, realizing I’d been holding it and reach for the flowers. “They’re very pretty, Harry. Thank you. And you smoke?” I finally move toward him as I gesture towards the cigarette he’d put out on the ground and automatically wrap my arms around him and nuzzle into his chest. Harry drapes his arms over me and pulls me in to his chest tightly and kisses the top of my head. I immediately begin crying and feel like I’m going to break. I needed this hug from him. I needed him.

Harry rubs up and down my back and hums lightly into my hair, planting more kisses to the top of my head while I cry. I’m soaking his shirt with my tears but he doesn’t seem to care. We just stand and hold one another tightly for a few moments.

I lean my head back, eventually, and look up at him. My love. He’s so sweet and handsome and he’s stubborn but he has his reasons. I have mine too. “I love you.” Is all I can manage to push out of my throat.

Harry smiles sadly and nods, “I know, baby. I love you too.” He takes my hands and leads me to my Bronco, “And I don’t smoke, not really. I did years ago and it kind helped me this past week. Let’s sit and talk. I want to tell you something.”

I’m nervous and feeling sick suddenly as I unlock the doors for us to climb in. I swallow thickly at the new lump that’s perpetually lodged in my throat ever since Harry and I first started this fight. I feel myself tremble as I close the door and place the flowers on the dashboard, half wondering if Harry is going to break up with me, just get it over with cause we can’t move on from this issue without some conclusion – which is to either end it, or finally tell everyone.

Harry turns toward me and looks me directly in my eyes. I stay silent, waiting for the worst, on the verge of tears once again.

“You’re right.” He starts. He takes my hand in his and squeezes and I look between us and take note of his outfit. It’s a simple getup. He’s wearing brown corduroys and a white t-shirt with a print of the world on it and some words that I simply cannot register in this moment. He’s wearing his cross necklace along with the jade charm I got for him. With my free hand I reach up and touch the necklace he’d gotten me and then I look back up at him and he’s smiling gently.

“I can’t do this to you. It’s not fair. You deserve to not be a secret. You’re amazing… perfect… and I want everyone to know about us. I really do. I’m just so fucking deathly afraid, though, like, the kind of nervous, scared feeling you get that makes you vomit, makes you unable to eat, unable to get a good night’s rest… I’m terrified of losing you once we tell everyone.” He sniffs and I notice his eyes are shiny with tears. He runs his thumb over my knuckles. “Fuck, I know people aren’t going to like this. I can’t control what other people think or how they react. But I’ve realized that if I can’t make up my mind to tell people then I’ll surely, positively lose you and I can’t have that.”

I suddenly feel my heart in my chest as it burns with hope. If he’s saying he doesn’t want to lose me, then perhaps he’s not breaking up with me after all…

“So, I need to stop being a pussy and start the process here, of telling people. I think we should start with Starla and then go from there. Maybe we could invite her over to my place for dinner next week and tell her. But I wanted to ask you about it first, what you think is the right way to do this. Because I really don’t know if there is a right way. I think we just have to rip the band aid off. What do you think?”

I find myself feeling faint. I can’t believe he’s here trying to discuss how to tell Starla, but also the simple notion of having Starla over to Harry’s for dinner and telling her is terrifying too. But more than anything I’m so glad he wants to do this. He wants to be with me openly.

“I think you’re right. There’s no good way to do this. Maybe dinner with her would be good, but maybe not at your house. Maybe somewhere closer to campus so she can go home quickly if she needs to, ya know? I’d hate for it to end horribly and have her drive all the way back to campus in an emotional state. I think she’s not going to take it well so I think we need to be prepared for that. Right?” I squeeze his hand back and he nods.

“Good thinking. But no matter what, I really think we do it together. I’m going to need you because I know she’s not going to like to hear it. It’s probably not going to go well. God this is fucking shit!” He laughs a little as tears begin to fall from his eyes and dribble down his cheeks to his overgrown scruff. He hasn’t shaved or kept his beard trimmed at all. It’s more just overgrown scruff than a beard but it’s obvious he hasn’t done any touch ups like he normally does.

I lean in to kiss his cheeks and caress his stubble and scruff and then kiss his mouth in a soft peck. He tastes like cigarettes.

“Okay. We’ll do that. Thank you, Harry.”

He pulls me to him and kisses me hard, arms wrapped around me so I can’t leave his hold, not that I’d ever want to. We kiss and hold one another and it repairs my broken heart. Every breath, every nuzzle, every kiss is healing.

We finally sigh and lean away a little, Harry is still loosely holding onto me.

“Will you come over on Friday? I’d like to make a plan with you and then make lots of love to you.” He leans in for another kiss and we smile as our mouths collide.

I nod and wipe a stray tear from my face, “I’ll be there. I promise.”

It takes another twenty minutes for us to stop holding one another and saying how much we missed and love one another, but we do eventually part. For the first time in weeks I finally slept with a peaceful heart, rather than an anguished one, and I just know Harry does too.

Everything is going to be okay.

Chapter 16*

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this is my first post and maybe my only post here because i usually just lurk, like and comment, but portwells and rinis make these three questions/comments a lot especially with recent events, and i just want to talk about them and answer them for you. hopefully this will answer it and give you a different perspective.

(i don’t mean to come across as rude im just very brutally honest with the way i talk. so if you get easily angry or upset scroll, but im going to tag all ships in the tags because again, im answering questions/comments i see in the tag a lot and im not hating on the ships or characters by any means, im not an anti, im just answering. so if you’re open for an open minded conversation keep reading. i don’t want to hear that you weren’t warned or that i didn’t tag anti * tags because like i said, im not an anti)

one;

“if nini was in season three the season would look very different” *regarding ricky and gina*

the show has established in season two they were no good for each other right now and ricky hated who he was becoming. (which are words that came out of canon ricky’s mouth. a fact.) if you like nini you would also know her arc was about finding herself and doing things for herself. so why would they put her with ricky again in season three? that’s not a second chance that’s their millionth one! jk* i can go on a rant about how the show foreshadowed their downfall since season one from the moment ricky’s mom said “not all couples are meant to be together” but i won’t because that can be biased and im not trying to do that in this post.

ricky’s unresolved feelings for gina were always there. they never had closure. it was only a matter of time until they’d have to circle back to it and address them. the show let rini go in a beautiful way id highly doubt they’d go back to it in season three after they just broke up for a second time. as a nini stan id be pissed if they did. (i love all the characters btw)

tim has said in an interview the rini breakup was planned before “drama” happened. so no, it’s not because of that rini is over. he also said in an interview, when asked about the rina flashback, that it was filmed in season one, so it was planned. also mentioned a comment, that they’re, “seeds being planted for the future” again another fact he said. (like i said, im not here to bash or be petty, just answering your questions with facts. im not pulling these quotes out of thin air.)

i think a lot of you can’t accept that tim federle is obviously going for a girl falls first boy falls harder trope with ricky and gina. which is the oldest teen drama trope in the book. he draws inspiration from old teen dramas, like dawson’s creek (which he has mentioned a lot!) a show where the protagonist ends up with her second love. very familiar situation here, right?

two;

“that’s his third choice”

ricky didn’t choose nini over gina because gina was not there to be chosen. SHE MOVED. she ignored his texts, told him to never call her again. so tell me how he was going to “choose” gina? especially when the show runner has said he was “clinging to his past with nini.” (another fact he said in an interview)

they took gina away for ricky to acknowledge nini again. missed a whole episode without her.

when you choose both options need to be available to you and gina was not.

lily wasn’t even a choice because by then gina was not even speaking to him! she ignored his attempt to partner in 206 and he gave her space. lily was a rebound, he disliked her and the canon show made that clear.

at the end of the day being around someone you have unresolved feelings for will resurface them. ricky liking gina is nothing new. we knew they mutually liked each other in season one.

he never made “choices” their timing was just never right.

this perception you all have with being first, second or third choice is very weird? because by that logic isn’t ej gina’s “second choice” because she couldn’t have ricky? yeah okay.

you’re all confusing bad timing for “second options”

second love ≠ second choice

three;

“what about all this ej and gina development” is simply answered with, that was clearly a plot device ship. you didn’t see their first kiss, didn’t get pay off when they were together only five seconds at the beginning of summer and so much more, it was very evident where it was going…

gina NEEDED relationship experience before she ever got with ricky. she needed to move on so ricky could be the one pining, because that’s how the trope works and they’re filling out all the boxes for it.

you all hate ricky and gina because you see their season two angst as this unforgivable thing when ricky never hurt her intentionally. she was sad because he was in a relationship and she couldn’t be with him the way she wanted to. the same thing ricky is going through now.

this fandom can’t understand good angst because you expect everything to be sunshine and rainbows and that’s not how teen dramas work. they’re teenagers! they make mistakes! ricky made his but guess what? he’s paying for it now 10X worse.

now ej is making his mistakes, which is actually what season two did to ricky. he was the “villain” and you all hated him (when he was just going through a lot) and then, here comes ej being put in a more positive light and being the “prince in shining armor” to gina’s story. (i can go on a rant about this and the writing and the double standards you all have for those two characters, but i won’t…)

at the end of the day they all “deserve” love. and im sorry but we can all see where the writing for this show is going towards and a lot of you are being bitter about it, which understandable, (i understand not liking seeing ej’s character be the one used for this development for the main character’s benefit) but missing the point completely to fit your narrative. calling rina a “third, second, etc choice” or “wouldn’t happen if nini didn’t leave” or “fan service” is just false and extremely petty. you can say you hate the ship, but making up false statements is ???

especially when i can pull different scenes from season one and two that debunks those arguments that “ricky never cared for gina” he was glancing at her in new years, basically told gina they were each others confidants in 203 “we do that for each other” etc. obviously they weren’t strong because he was in a relationship just like gina’s feelings aren’t strong now because she’s ALSO in a relationship. however, that doesn’t take away the fact they were always left unresolved, for the both of them.

and this is all i have to say on that!

we all have our opinions but some of you think and believe your opinion is a fact when it’s not. i just debunked these comments/arguments for you with facts and you don’t have to agree with me or like the ship (you can ship whatever. you can hate rina, it doesn’t matter.) but a lot of your opinions aren’t a fact when it’s not what the canon show is telling you.

#hsmtmts #rina hsmtmts #rini #portwell #gina x ej #ricky bowen #ej caswell #gina porter #nini hsmtmts #ricky x gina #ricky x nini

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qodlysinz · 19 days

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TODOKAMI HEADCANONS!!!!

I just wrote a oneshot for them bc im so obsessed w todokami, they are CRIMINALLY underrated

- Denki is always cold, like touch his hand and you get frostbite. So weird bc bro HATES the cold, he gets all whiny abt it. Shoto likes to warm him up tho when they cuddle. Sho’s such a gentleman!

- Shoto can’t read the room properly (thinks it’s a literal term and scans a room for things to read 😭😭) but Denki is all up in people’s business and tells him whats going on

- speaking of all up in people’s business, Denki and Shoto gossip ALL THE TIME!! They don’t judge, they just gossip.

- “TODOROKI!! I HEARD BAKUGO BROKE HIS ANKLE CHASING MIDORIYA AROUND THE SCHOOL!” “Of course he did…” or smth like that idk

- Shoto is so attentive and caring, listens to EVERYTHING Denki has to say and makes a mental note so he can do that one thing Den really wants. Endeavor’s credit card is just so easy to swipe.

- Denki SUCKS at cooking, like horrible, but he’s somehow an AMAZINGGGGGGG baker?? No one knows how. Bro makes better cookies than Sato and only lets Shoto taste them bc he’s unbiased unlike 99% of the class (we hate sato now btw)

- Shoto, initially, sucks at cooking, but after Fuyumi and Rei help him, he’s actually really good at it. Natural chef! Denki is a bit of a picky eater, but eats whatever Shoto made bc Shoto knows what Denki likes <3

- Bakugo hates when they’re in the same room together bc they make it so awkward with their pining. Has tried multiple times to play matchmaker by locking them in a room, but for some reason Denki can pick locks like a boss and they get out within seconds

- Mina LOVES them together. She’s like Bakugo, but tries harder to actually make them confess bc she wants to see them be all couple-y (half to annoy tf out of bakugo)

- Denki is TERRIFIED of spiders, screams like a horror movie character and skedaddles cartoonishly. Shoto, on the other hand, just kills them without hesitation. He’s not scared of anything but sudden sounds.

- They study together! Comes from Den’s below average test scores and lacking in the Quirk control department. He asked Shoto for help and thats how they became good friends! (based on my oneshot hehehe)

- Denki has freakishly good memory. He’ll remember something Shoto said MONTHS ago and quote it to him to be silly. Shoto’s confused and is like “I said that??”

- “Bakugo is lucky Kirishima can tolerate him, I couldn’t without my eardrums bursting, Shoto Todoroki, May 20th, 5:24PM.” “How do you remember that…?”

- Denki is also a very good gift giver because of that! Shoto’s love language is gift giving, but Denki’s is words of affirmation, which is funny bc both of them do the opposite to each other.

- Shoto is such a romantic, says the most gooey lovey dovey stuff ever to Denki. Denki gets embarrassed over it bc he isn’t used to positive comments on himself, so Shoto mostly does it in private.

- when they do start dating they’re so good about boundaries. Shoto knows what to not do to Denki, and Denki knows what to not do to Shoto!

- their arguments are VERY rare, like once in a blue moon. If they do fight, it’s about big things like hero work and family stuff.

- they hate arguing bc they hate seeing the other look so upset, esp Shoto, seeing people like that makes him remember his mom so he tries to avoid it as best as possible 😖😖

- speaking of moms! Rei is so so so happy that Shoto found someone like Denki. Like she’s SO happy, crying and hugging Denki. She’s emotional, let her be </3

- Denki never told his parents, scared of what they’d say, but he did tell his nonexistent older sister who he sees as a mom! She’s his biggest supporter and does her best to keep it a secret until Denks is ready

- Endeavor is hesitant about this, he literally reads stuff online to learn more about what Shoto’s sexuality and relationship is like just so he doesn’t hurt him any further. Shoto was very apprehensive abt telling him, but when Endeavor took it well, Shoto was SO fucking relieved, he was terrified about what would happen 😵‍💫

- after UA Denki and Shoto live together with a cat named Appa after atla! Mostly bc he’s Aang’s companion and the two of them make one Avatar (technically) because of their elemental Quirks!

- They partner up a lot for hero work, a dynamic duo if you will. Denki has gotten a lot better with his Quirk and controlling it, but is mindful of his surroundings thanks to Shoto’s guiding.

Funnily enough I used to be SO obsessed w Denki and my friend was obsessed w Shoto to where I shipped Momojirou bc they were “in the way” of our crushes but over time I genuinely loved momojirou sm theyre so fuyendjdjd AND NOW I SHIP TODOKAMI so it all turned out okay!!

#todokami #mha todoroki #mha kaminari #denki kaminari #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #kaminari denki #bnha denki #mha headcanons #todokami headcanons

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piney-45 · 9 months

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came out to one of my childhood friends awhile ago

he said cool

apparently he told his mom, who texted my mom, and i quote

"i heard (redacted) is a transgender. sHe told my son and he thinks it's cool. what a shame, how are you okay with that?"

when i say i LAUGHED when my mother read it to me- bro is just an ally at heart, lots of homophobic people need to stop hiding behind their parents as an excuse when theres people like this in the world

ahahah anyways good night loves

loves? i need a word to call yall, suggest some in the comments

#coming out #lgbtq #ally #trans #transgender #please interact im lonely

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty Eight.

Big love to everyone interacting with this! So pleased you’re all continuing to enjoy my rambles! Bit of a long update, this one. I was going to split it, but eh, read at your leisure :)

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three Twenty Four Twenty Five Twenty Six Twenty Seven

Words - 6,275

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

"How are you feeling now?" Angel asks, as we lie on our backs out in my back yard, enjoying the cool November breeze, with me swigging from a bottle of Southern Comfort. We arrived half an hour ago, and I only stopped crying fifteen minutes after we came out here to lie in the grass.

"Better for the bottle in my hand,” I confirm, his fingers stroking my arm idly. “It was a big shock to learn some small part of her is still here. I read once that ghosts are only around because they feel they've unfinished business, I guess hers is to tell me she's sorry. Too little, much too late.”

He makes a small noise of agreement in his throat before speaking. "I didn't want to tell you at all, I just wanted to keep on going until we passed the cemetery. Ghosts only haunt the immediate area their body was buried in, but I couldn't hold my temper for the three minutes it would have taken us to pass by it and leave her behind. It was because of what she said, she… ahhh, I don't want to go into it and possibly upset you again, or just plain piss you off.”

"Go on, what did she say?" I urge him to confide, turning over onto my front and scooting up a little more to look down at his face. While he replies, I pull my cigarettes from my pocket and light one up, trying not to yawn.

"She tried to explain away her actions, saying she was a drunken mess with a terrible life and a husband who didn't love her, to quote her directly. I wasn't prepared to hear anything else she had to say. It was bullshit. Most of the rest was her apologising for what she did, and saying you were beautiful and look just like she did when she was your age.” He snorts somewhat disbelievingly at the end there, at my mom’s assertion that we look alike.

"She's right, I do. My mom used to be very attractive before she began hitting the bottle. In ten years, she aged about twenty, but I remember pictures of her when she was twenty-eight, and I do look like her. I have my real dad's eyes though, whoever the hell he was," I scoff, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Thank you, for what you said to her. I meant what I said; you're the only one who's ever protected me from her, even though I know she's dead and can't do anything. I'm never going near that cemetery again."

He nods, his hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me atop him and wrapping me in his big arms. "You're welcome. I couldn't keep quiet, not even to her ghost, not after what she put you through.” His jaw tenses, a frown creasing his forehead before he relaxes again, kissing my head as his hands run up and down my back in a slow, circular motion.

It feels very soothing, feeling him do that. I need to feel soothed since I still feel a little haunted by the ghost of my mother, and Angel knows that only too well. Lying out here with him, absorbing the peacefulness of the deadness inside of him while listening to the crickets chirping in the grass, I feel a nice sense of calm becoming restored. Even though when I keep thinking of that surreal moment, of my boyfriend shouting venomously at the ghost of my mom, my heart races quickly for a few beats.

"Shhhh, stop thinking about it," he soothes me with, standing up and taking me with him as I cling on, carrying me back into the house. I go and put my bottle back in the fridge before we head into my bedroom and undress, ready for bed. Sex was firmly on the cards before our little run in the spirit of my bad childhood past. Now though, suffice to say that mood has been well and truly dampened. Instead, I just lie there in his arms being stroked and having my head kissed in total silence. I feel greatly comforted, and so happy to lie here all wrapped up in him that I almost don't want to fall asleep. I'm enjoying this, each tender moment with him, now I've finally admitted to myself that I love him, and revealed that to him as well. It felt good to say it.

"I love you," I tell him, moving my head to face him, kissing his cheek before my lips meet his. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He hums a chuckle. "I know. I felt it long before you actually told me, but I still loved hearing you tell me for the first time all the same. I’ll never tire of hearing it either.”

That's the last thing I remember before I drift off to sleep, sleeping soundly for twelve hours. I’m still coming round from such deep slumber when I feel Angel moving beside me, his skin all lovely and warm from the heat I’ve generated within the bed, that hot drag of flesh moving until he’s atop me, his mouth scattering kisses over my stomach.

“Good evening, down there,” I croak softly, my voice still thick with sleep. I laugh when instead of replying, he sticks his hand out from beneath the covers and waves, his tongue beginning to circle my navel, his mouth then moving away for only a second. When it returns, I feel him slide a wet finger inside me, hooking over to rake at me gently. Oh, that woke me up. What causes my eyes to truly shoot open widely, though, is when his mouth descends my abdomen, and I feel his tongue softy brush across my clit while his finger slowly begins to slide in and out.

What a nice way to wake up, still feeling all warm and sleepy, my arousal being awakened slowly by my adoring vampire. He moves his tongue and finger languidly, the other hand stroking my hip and leg. Talented and slow movements make a gentle swell of pleasure begin to rise, becoming more potent by the moment. I feel like he's going to tease me forever with such slowness, until his tongue begins to quicken its beat, pressing against my clit a little harder as I feel him slip a second finger inside me

“Fuck me, you’re so wet,” he groans, both fingers curling, trawling my walls, evoking my mewls.

“Mmmm, yeah I am. All ready for you to slide that big, fat cock right up in me deep.” Those words have him emerging from under the covers, hands stroking, kissing a path up my body, tongue teasing licks over my skin. I groan loudly when his mouth covers one of my nipples, sucking it hard before biting onto it. The next place he bites me is my neck, feeding from me while his hands travel through my hair and down my back. He seals my wound up once he's finished, and after his hand moves to stroke between my legs for a few moments as we kiss, I feel his harness pushing into me. We both sigh in the pleasure of being joined before our mouths lock together again, our arms winding around each other tightly as our lust burns brightly.

"I love you," I tell him, stroking his face before it moves to kiss my neck.

"And I love hearing you say it almost as much as I love you." The way he kisses me, good fucking god, telling me he loves me again before we both concentrate on enjoying the amazing sex we share up until an hour before I have to begrudgingly go to work. I'd rather enjoy the multiple orgasms my gorgeous boyfriend is so masterful at giving me. As it turns out though, after we've both finished work for the night we recommence that passion as soon as we arrive back at his place.

"You're turning me into a sex maniac. You're just too damn good at it, and I can't get enough," I gasp, as he fucks me up against his bedroom wall.

"Yeah, you're going to have to stock up for now, because I anticipate you're not going to be well for the next few days. You're running a very high temperature,” he pants at my neck, driving into me harder, biting onto my neck. Fuck, he’s such a beast.

A few wails exit my mouth, before I reply in actual words. "Of course, I am, considering we're having sex right now.”

"No, you're coming down with something. Sex doesn't elevate your temperature this much, especially since the person you're doing it with has zero body temperature. This is how I can detect you're ill. Now, shut up and let me finish." He replies before kissing me hungrily again. An hour later and we're both done, with me wondering when this impending illness is going to hit me. I go to sleep next to my lover thinking he might have been wrong, but when I wake up, oh hell, do I see how right he was. I feel like death warmed up.

He turns to look at me, giving me small smile of sympathy. "I told you so.” Holding a hand to my head, I feel it even more, that I’m burning up. My temperature feels the same as the surface of the sun.

"I feel like shit! Damnit, and now I have to go and work!" I announce in grumpy tones, sitting up and then reaching out to grab Angel's arm when I feel slightly woozy.

"You've got the flu, you're staying here. Who do I have to speak to at the CD to tell them you won't be in?" he asks, reaching across me to grab my cell off the nightstand.

"Tyrell Cleaves, but I can't duck out of work just because of this. I have to go in," I tell him, trying and failing to sit up again.

"No, you don't have to go in. Not if you’re sick.” His words are emphatic, looking away again while flicking through the phone book in my cell and then calling the CD to inform my boss I have the flu. I overhear Tyrell tell Angel I need to have a note from a doctor diagnosing me and stating I'm not fit to work, and that he wants that as quickly as possible.

"I can get you one of those a lot quicker than you think, without you even having to leave this house. Charles?" Angel replies before calling for his creator's husband, who is at the bedroom door within a couple of seconds.

"May I enter?" he asks from the other side of the door, Angel getting up and pulling his jeans on, throwing my bra at me. He waits until I have it on before replying.

“Alright, we’re good.” The door opens, revealing Charles looking more casual than I think I’ve ever seen him, dressed in ecru linen pants and a simple dark green t shirt. He’s usually much more dapper.

"Edie has the flu, and needs a note from a doctor stating as much.” Charles is a doctor? I had no idea. The older vampire nods and then sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches out to touch my forehead, nodding to himself before asking me to open my mouth so he can look at my throat. He then touches his fingers to my neck, nodding to himself.

"Yes, you indeed have the flu. Since I am obviously not registered to practice currently, I will include a contact number on the note I write for you, should your boss wish to check my credentials. I was a doctor before I was made vampire, and have studied medicine ever since to keep myself abreast of the changes over the centuries, as well as gaining the qualifications I need to still address myself as an MD. I have many letters after my name," he tells me, widening his eyes a little comically with a smile.

"Yeah, because if this had happened in your time, you'd have probably diagnosed something whacky, like demons or a curse," Angel chuckles, making me snort laugh.

Charles eyes him sharply, but shakes his head, a smile eventually growing. "Less of your cheek, my boy!” Standing up, he turns back to me. “Rest, fluids, and basic medication for pain relief and easing a fever. None of these alleged cold and flu remedies that are laced with caffeine and sugar, it’s all rubbish and you don’t need it. I’ll prepare a list, Angel, you can go and procure the items for her.”

“I’m not fetching leeches,” my boyfriend can’t help but tease.

“Is he this awful to you as well?” Charles asks, raising his eyebrows, turning back to Angel and giving him a rapid slap to the side of the head.

“He knows better than to bite the hand that pleasures him,” I reveal with a little wink, the elder vampire chuckling with mirth.

After he's done as he said, Angel gets ready to leave, on two errands as he’s dropping my note in at work and fetching me some stuff from the drugstore, dropping it in before he heads to work. In the ten minutes he's gone, I decide to go and take a shower, but regret it as soon as I get in and drop to my knees, feeling so dizzy I can't even hold myself up. Hearing someone enter the bedroom, I begin to quickly feel mortified that Charles will see me crouched here naked and unable to get up. Thankfully though, the vampire who has come to my aid is Ursula, who reaches into the shower cubicle and places a hand at both sides of my waist to lift me up, holding me steadily beneath the cold water.

"We need to bring your temperature down a few notches, my dear. This cursed flu, it used to rob lives like wildfire when I was a human.” It’s when she reminds me of facts such as that, that I remember just how old she is.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," I tell her, a little embarrassed that she has to see me naked, until I remember that she's seen it all before when she helped heal me after the gas station explosion. God, it feels like a lifetime ago.

"Well, I couldn't just leave you after I heard you thump down like that," she replies, all motherly concern. As soon as I'm feeling cooler, so cool that I'm trembling, Ursula helps wrap me in towels before escorting me back to the bed. Angel told me that she’s very maternal to those she cares about, and it's lovely to know now that I'm obviously one of those people now, too. I've never been mothered before, well, bar Aileen. When I got sick when I was little, I had to fend for myself. My dad bought me medicine on occasion, but those instances were few and far between.

"Let me just fetch you some water," Ursula says before vanishing, at least giving me time to put myself into the fresh underwear I brought with me before she returns once more, a large glass of water in her hand. Just then, my boyfriend arrives back with a hell of a lot more than just medicine. He's brought some bottled water, fruit, medicine, and books amongst a few other bits.

"I grabbed your keys and took the liberty of getting some clothes from your place. You're staying here with me until you're better. I'm really sorry but I have to go, I'll rush home from work though. Love you," Angel tells me, leaning over to kiss me before leaving quickly.

"I'm afraid I must depart shortly too, Edie. I’ll come back up before I leave, though." Ursula says, smiling and squeezing my arm fondly for a second before she vanishes too, leaving me with my fruit, medicine and books. The only thing I feel like doing is sleeping, though. I guess this is the third thing, since bad things always happen in threes. I stubbed my toe on the kitchen door three mornings ago, had the ghost of my bitch whore mother visit me the evening before last, and now I'm sick. Nice.

Oh well, I get to spend a little more time with Angel if nothing else. I'd just rather be doing it at full strength, obviously!

Ursula's POV

"I almost forgot I had a block of this in the back of the freezer for drinks for my human friends. Here you are, nice and refreshing," I tell Edie after bringing her a big glass full of ice, picking up one of the bottles of mineral water Angel bought and pouring it into the glass.

"Thanks, Ursula. Are you on your way to work now?" she asks, putting down the book she's reading.

"I am, yes. I remembered the ice when I was fetching out some meat to defrost for these two. If they start whining at you to be let out, don't get up if you feel woozy still. I don't want you taking a fall down the stairs. I let them out for an hour already so they'll be fine, I should think. I shall be home at 1am." Leaving her in peace with the wolves for company, I then head back downstairs, grab my bag and briefcase and depart for work, arriving outside the AVA Nevada headquarters just ten minutes later.

Once upon a time, this beautiful building was the Ritz Carlton hotel, but since the disaster the AVA bought the semi-crumbling remains of the glorious old place and totally refurbished it to its former glory, but with offices and meeting rooms instead of bedrooms, although we do have a couple for out-of-town dignitaries and their guests to reside in.

"Good evening, Mrs Ó Cléirigh-Cosgrove," Stanley, one of our guards on the door greets me with as he holds the door open for me courteously. Being exceedingly proud of my ancient surname (you won't find any Ó Cléirigh's left in Galway in this day and age) I decided to keep it when I married Charles and hyphenated it along with my married name of Cosgrove.

"Good evening, Stanley," I reply with a little nod, entering the foyer and listening to my heels echoing off the highly polished marble floor. I take the elevator up to the tenth floor, aka human relations. My first job is to call the secretary of Bernadette Meekins and arrange a meeting between Elias, myself and Bernadette over the new socialisation measures we're introducing to the USA. Bernadette is the chief of California, in case you wondered, and we liaise closely with each other since we're neighbouring states. Not even I know as yet what these new socialisation measures are, but I do have a meeting to attend with Elias in just over half an hour from now. Charles would be with us too as he is second in charge of the human relations department (which I am the head of) but he's in meetings all evening and cannot attend.

To say I'm suspicious of Elias right now really would be putting in the mildest terms I could muster. He's being oddly nice to me, and I do not trust that magnanimity one bit. Yesterday evening, I asked him to name the source who tipped him off over my alleged involvement with the TVM, even though I am sure that he of course orchestrated the whole thing. He refused to name the source, but told me the following, which I must confess did bemuse me. 'Ursula, we haven't always gotten on as well as we perhaps should, and I do take that upon my shoulders. I haven't trusted you in the past, but one thing I do know I can trust you over is the fact you aren't involved with the TVM. I do not believe you were at any point, or are at all, but of course I had to let the questioning go ahead so as not to show any hint of favouritism to your status. I am in your corner with this, I wouldn't have appointed you head of human relations if I didn't trust you in that respect.' Yes, I was very thoughtful after hearing those words too, dear reader.

I'm not gullible enough to take those words on face value at all. I know he very well could be trying to lull me into a false sense of security, to make me think he isn't attempting to bring about my downfall. I'll get to the bottom of it. I have more friends within this organisation than he does, for one thing. The other is that I'm over five hundred years older than him. I'll sniff him out for what he is in the end. I must hand it to him; he's acting like absolutely nothing is wrong and as if he has nothing to hide. He's certainly more cunning than I ever gave him credit for.

So far though, none of my sources have come up with anything that definitively points a finger at him, or his number one fan and arse licker, Dawn Cavendish. Apparently, all she's doing is gossiping on the phone for hours on end as per usual, and not about me either. I also know they're not up to anything suspicious outside of work as well, or at least the vampires I've had following them very discreetly haven't noted anything as of yet. Just like nothing else has happened to me yet.

I think the discovery of their mole, who turned out to be the girl Brooke has spooked them. I'm sharper and wiser than any of them realise. This is why I am confused over the fact I cannot read a thing from Elias, and it has to be coming from him. He had to have been the one to orchestrate my questioning, bribing Brooke and having my children followed. I consider all this and more as I walk down the hallway towards the large office at the end, the office of chief in question.

"Ursula, I have news to share with you, I wanted you to be the first to see the future in our socialisation efforts with the humans. Sit, sit," Elias urges after his guard has opened the door to me and the vampire himself has ushered me in, holding a hand towards the large and ridiculously comfortable chair opposite his at the gargantuan desk. Honestly, if you up ended it, you could use it as a boat, I can imagine.

"Elias, this joviality, you're acting immensely out of character for a vampire who couldn't even stand to speak to me up until a few weeks ago. As the young people would coin it, what gives?" I question, not able to keep the scrutiny out of my voice.

"With the advancements in socialisation we're making, I have no time for enemies on my team. I know you're not interested in my chair, because you would have made the moves to take it from me by now if you were, so I see no point in being anything even close to resentful over you as I acknowledge I have been in the past. I still don't like you much, though. You're an opinionated, old Irish boot if you want the truth, but you're damned good at your job. I need you on side in this, our continued alliance through the AVA and the changes we're bringing about. Further than that, I couldn't give a damn, but now! I have something to show you!" He explains, being nothing short of candid in his reply, before finishing with excited fanfare as he claps his hands together and moves to behind his desk.

This is becoming confusing, and at my age, nothing confuses me any longer.

"Do proceed in what you are about to show me, Chief Weston," I reply with a nod as he uses a dainty, golden key to open the large desk draw to the right, and then watch as he begins to pull out small bottles that look like they contain health supplements, with the label reading Synthiblood.

"The newest creation from the Japanese Vampire Association, I only wish we had the same scale funding to conduct their kind of research. With a discovery like this we could have brought a massive chunk of the economy back to America. Anyway, I digress. This, Ursula, is synthetic blood as the label suggests. Developed in Japan by some of the greatest and eldest vampire minds, the contents of this bottle means that humans are no longer our sole food source, all the nutrients we need from their blood can be found in here," he announces with excitement while handing me a bottle across the table. Synthesised blood? Now, there’s a thing.

The blood group it is imitating is B positive. I happen to be quite fond B positive. It isn't as good as B negative, though, which is much rarer. The last one of those I had, I shared with Angel, when we caught her attempting to loot our home back in the wake of the disaster, and thus greatly enjoyed draining her dry together.

"Try it," Elias urges me, shaking me from my thoughts. I open the twist cap and put the bottle to my lips, taking a sip and shuddering slightly because it's cold. The consistency is absolutely perfect, but the taste… well I suppose it's like if you humans compared Coca Cola to the cheap imitation grocery store brands. It just isn't the same, but it's bearable.

"I can't say I'm overly keen on the flavour, and I do happen to be quite partial to B positive blood. The consistency is excellent, though," I muse, having him reach for the bottle and pass me another. A negative is the next type I try, before I specifically ask for the O negative. Again, it doesn't taste anywhere near as good as the real thing, but it is definitely more palatable than the other two I have tried.

"It is being discussed at the moment between all of us chiefs, when it'll become available on the market. We're tentatively looking at about two months from now, the first imports will be arriving in three weeks, and then there's all the marketing and promotion to do, yadda, yadda, yadda, you know the drill," Elias says as he sits down, opening up a bottle of A negative and taking a hearty swig. "I've organised for you to feature in a taped interview for television, and I'd like you to appear on a few others too at your discretion."

I really don't like this one bit. I'm being thrown through a huge loop here, and that hasn't happened to me in hundreds of years. If Elias is plotting my downfall, then why, why is he thrusting me into the public spotlight like this? Surely that is the last thing he'd do, would he not?

"Please then present me with any other offers for my consideration, and I shall prepare my notes and revised answers to questions, since I assume we shall be receiving the questions I am to answer ahead of said interview?" I ask, watching Elias nodding slowly as he strokes his thick, black moustache with his thumb and forefinger.

"Absolutely, and I shall have my secretary send them on to you as soon as they arrive. You must excuse me, Ursula. I have to call Japan before they go to sleep for the morning." He nods towards his office door before smiling, widely and unassumingly. I do not care for this at all, this sudden change in attitude. What I'd like right now is to go immediately to my husband and discuss this with him, but since Charles is going to be in meetings until midnight, I lamentably shall not have the chance. I'll be meeting with a couple of vampire doctors and one surgeon at 1am to discuss integrating them in with the staff at Central Nevada Medical Centre, the largest hospital within the state. That'll take until 2am, the time we finish tonight.

I have to assess them thoroughly in person to make sure they're not going to be a risk with so much blood around them all of the time. Some vampires can be too tempted by it, so I need to make sure these three gentlemen will be more than capable of holding their vampiric desires in check as they work on the sick, and then report my findings to the hospital. It's then up to the board of directors if they choose to take vampires onto their staff. I sincerely hope they do. So far, the integration of vampires into the professional sector has been very successful. The LVFD team actually now solely consists of vampires working the night shifts, and you should see how quickly and efficiently they put out a fire. Of course, if they burn, they heal quickly again so because of this so many more lives can be saved.

Also, much like me personally, many more vampires are joining the education system, but of course within evening classes and later college lectures because of the sun being perilous to us. You will also find a couple of vampires working as Enforcement Officers as of late, something I've been working hard on for the last two years months. It takes a special kind of vampire to work within that field, again because of temptation. When humans misbehave it has the tendency to agitate us greatly, and the vampires I interviewed for the work all had to show me a level of obedience a cut above your average hot-headed vampire. My baby would never make a good EO, would he? Yes, even though he is about to enter his one hundred and thirty seventh year as of next June, he's still my baby.

I must confess right here and now though that Angel has become a very different vampire since he met Edie. His temper was always immense and fiery, but Edie has quelled it much like pouring water upon flames. I will be forever thankful to her for that. I like seeing him in love, to feel that sparkle within him. I think she's what he's needed for the last one hundred years, someone to love him, someone who is all his and his alone. It has also surprised me, that he did fall in love with her as it is seldom found in a vampire so young, but then again Edie is a very special young lady. She has the mental strength you need to be capable of sustaining a relationship with a vampire. In other words, if he gives her any crap or hassle, she won't take it lightly.

Not that he's likely to, of course. He simply adores her. Speaking of Edie, I wonder to myself how she's feeling at several moments throughout the rest of my evening, finishing up at two in the morning and walking around to Charles' office to wait for him to finish. Alas it looks like I'll be returning home alone as I find him stuck in conversation on the phone, writing a quick note and passing it to me that reads 'I'll be home at around three, I love you.' With that I turn and leave, arriving home ten minutes later to the puzzling noise of the washing machine being on in the utility room. How strange. When I get upstairs to check on Edie though, I find out why as I see her attempting to dress the bed in fresh linen.

"I threw up a little on the quilt cover, so I threw it into the wash with the rest of the bed linen, and these guys are helping me put the fresh linen on. I don't know if Angel has taught them things like this before, but I taught them how to help," she tells me, while I move to help her by putting the pillowcases on for her.

"Show me what you've taught them, and not to worry about being vomiting. You have the flu, it's to be expected. I shall go and dig out a bucket to put by the side of the bed for any future mishaps," I reply, wanting to see what she's taught the wolves. They are very open to training with those they know.

"Paw, here," Edie says to Icarus, pointing at the corner of the duvet cover. Immediately he puts his paw onto it, and looks up at her with his lovely big smiling face, knowing he's been good and receiving the verbal praise he seeks immediately from Edie, who tells him he's a good boy. "Pull." She then says to Thor, pointing at his corner of the duvet. He gently takes it in his mouth and pulls it back until she tells him to stop when it's completely straight, praising him for a job well done. I personally love seeing the bond between humans and animals; I think it's lovely to witness. As soon as all bed dressing has been finished, Edie gets back in and takes a good few glugs from one of the medicines Angel has brought for her and has a little cough before getting comfortable again.

"I'm glad that temperature has come down a bit. There's plenty more ice in the deep freeze, I pulled the bag right to the top for you. Also I'm going to leave a note for Maggie with some money to go and purchase you some food, some good quality soups, none of the tinned rubbish and some fruit juices and bottled water so you'll have something to eat tomorrow," I tell her, scratching Thor's ears when he moves to put his large head on my lap.

"Let me give you some money for the food, Ursula. You've been kind enough as it is, you can't buy my food for me too," she protests, while I hold my hand up in polite refusal of her offer.

"I have more money than I know what to do with, my dear child. Let me mother you, I quite enjoy it. Besides, you’re family, and I always take care of my kin." I leave her to rest after that, going into my own bedroom and heading right through to the en suite to run a bath. After tonight, I need some thorough relaxation and find that after lighting my black vanilla candles and slipping out of my clothes into the hot water, feeling soothed immediately. Taking the remote to the television built into the marble wall I switch it on and also fire up the DVD player, remembering I put the film 'The Seven Year Itch' into the player yet did not watch it the last time I was in the bath. I had a frisky husband join me in here instead, so the film was abandoned. I simply love the cinema from Hollywood's golden age. I’m a huge appreciator of the iconic actors and actresses such as Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardener, Montgomery Clift and the incredible Clark Gable, who are among my favourites.

"Hello, my love. Oh don't you look lovely, up to your neck in bubbles," my adoring husband tells me when he comes in around an hour later and finds me in here, kissing me atop my head.

"How was work?" I ask, while reaching for the soap, about to disintegrate the barrage of bubbles currently covering me.

"Tedious would be the word for it, being stuck in so many meetings and phone calls that very little came from,” he laments, beginning to undress. “How was your evening?"

"Confusing in a word, because to be frank, my love, I am having second thoughts over this whole Elias business.” His face is a picture of curiosity while I share with him what I know and what was discussed in our meeting. I tell him of Elias's continued joviality, his confession that he thought we should get along better at work even though he considers me an opinionated old Irish boot, to use his very words, and his excitement about introducing the synthetic blood to the masses.

"What confuses me the most is why, if he does intend to bring about my downfall, is he thrusting me into the public spotlight? Surely if he's going to go on to discredit me and tie me up falsely in some phony involvement with the TVM, he wouldn't want to bring his own judgement into question by doing this?" I state in closing, watching Charles looking thoughtful as he presses his closed fist to his chin and begins nodding.

"I think this will take us both significant time to unravel, but at the moment my first impression over this is that he is trying to lull you into a false sense of security. We shall get to the bottom of this, my love. Together there is nothing we cannot overcome," he says before leaning down to kiss me. "Hurry up with your bath too, as I intend to spend the remaining time until dawn ravishing you most thoroughly."

For a second time, watching the Seven Year Itch is abandoned in favour of me having my own personal itch scratched by the vampire who does it best, with all thoughts of Elias Weston leaving my mind while he does.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2022!

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301. Lore Olympus Vol. 1 by Rachel Smythe--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was not expecting that!!! I loved this so much that I immediately want the next volumes!!! The art work took me a little to get used to, but the story immediately drew me in. I loved seeing a new adaptation of how these two came together, but I especially love the portrayal of Hades in this. Why was he drawn in such a way that made me immediately root for him? I...don't blame Persephone.

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302. I Think Our Son is Gay by Okura--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was a cute read with some great moments where the mom and younger brother actively stood up for him against the bigotry of the dad. I loved that while the son feels like he isn't ready to come out to his parents, his mom is creating this safe environment for him to come out one day. I don't know if I'll read the next one, just because this felt a bit episodic and I like series that have more of a flow to the storyline. But we will see, who knows if I'll cave and read the next issue!

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303. Beyond the Wand by Tom Felton--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I really enjoyed this autobiography because of how honest Felton is and how surprisingly funny I found him. I'll admit that I never gave much thought about him as an actor whenever I watched the movies in that series, but I'm glad I decided to check this one out because it was so incredibly insightful. Felton talks about how he ignored his mental health as his life continued after his pivotal career role, and how his worldview changed as he grew and learned more about himself. I'll admit that after reading this, I also grew to understand and appreciate why he was such a fan favourite. His personality shines through his writing and the book flew by. I felt like I was a friend of his while he detailed the events, small and major, that make up his life. I know that the series in question was a huge part of his life and I know that the series has gone beyond the horrific commentary of the author, but it was still jarring to hear her name so casually mentioned throughout the book. I'm sure that he like many of us (him more-so because he was actively a part of making that magic happen) that the series changed his life in many ways, but I will throw the disclaimer out there that her name is mentioned and none of her actions are mentioned along with mentioning the name (this includes quotes she's said surrounding the series. We all remember Dumbledore's many wise comments.) It's all positive and that made me pretty uncomfortable. Anyway, I really, really enjoyed this and I'd recommend it--but keep in mind my TW mentioned above.

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304. Intercepted by Alexa Martin--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read in December 2022! I was craving a re-read of the first two books in this series. I found the audiobooks at the library and just went for it. Looks like I never wrote my review in 2019 LOL For the most part, I love this book. I love the idea that the MC gets her hot football player who treats her like the queen that she is. I loved their chemistry and the spicy scenes that we get. What I didn't love was that frustration final conflict and the random hashtags that the MC started using after the halfway point of the book. Am I wrong in saying that they randomly started happening? Anyway, that being said, I'll probably re-read this book again in the future because some books just crawl under your skin and stay dormant until the bug bites you again. Plus, I just love seeing a beautiful black woman getting the love she deserves!

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305. The Mighty Heart of Sunny St. James by Ashley Herring Blake--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is the second book I've read by Blake and just like the first book, I LOVED this one. It was so incredibly heartfelt and the MC is dealing with some pretty heavy stuff like her health (a new heart transplant), her complicated relationship with her birth mom, her ex-best friend, her sexuality, and the new friend who she literally meets in the coolest way possible. One of the reasons why I love middle grade books like this is that they always offer something so incredibly special because it's written for those young minds that are still developing who they want to be as adults. These kinds of books are pivotal in growing that sense of understanding and empathy that these young readers need as they grow. But I think books like THE MIGHTY HEART OF SUNNY ST. JAMES also offer adults that moment of emotional complexity that older books might not be able to offer us. A child's difficulty with dealing with the emotional trials that life sometimes throws at them makes books like this one more poignant because we get to see these young minds learn and grow as they confront these challenges. Blake does a beautiful job giving us such an impactful novel. Sunny, the mc, is just a child but she's already learning to navigate her complex world. All of that to say that I loved this book and I think everyone (child, teenager, adult) should read this.

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306. Knight of the Ice Vol. 1 by Yayoi Ogawa--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I have finally read this and I'm not going to lie, I really enjoyed it! This definitely felt like a hetero version of YURI ON ICE lol. I don't know which one came first, but it felt like it because not only is this about figure skaters, but there are also side characters that give off similar vibes. Anyway, this was fun and kind of cute because of the obvious love these characters have for each other. I just know that the next few volumes are going to be misunderstandings and stolen looks and honestly, I'm so ready for it.

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307. Fumbled by Alexa Martin--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read in November 2022! Okay, I'll be honest: this is the one I really wanted to re-read. I am the biggest sucker for secret babies/kids. I love seeing those bonding moments between parents and child, and usually how the dad is just a massive asshole until he becomes putty in the hands of the child or baby. Also, I still love how this one addresses the brain damage that can happen when you get hit in the head repeatedly in a sport like football. I'm changing my rating to four stars from the three stars I gave this in 2019. Past me had probably read a million sports romances at the time whereas present me is seriously missing them.

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308. Five Survive by Holly Jackson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy from the publisher since I interviewed the author on the Indigo Instagram! I was a big fan of Jackson's first trilogy (except for the last book which I may or may not have DNF'ed), so I was really excited for this one. Somehow, Jackson managed to write a heart-racing, quick read that takes place over the span of eight hours. In those eight hours you learn of secrets, see the bully side of a certain character, encounter violence and blood, and feel the panic that the characters are feeling while being stalked in the middle of nowhere by a sniper. I talked to a friend about the conclusion because I wasn't the biggest fan of it. I think that this book will translate great into a movie, but I do wish there was a little more character growth regarding one character and that the ending wasn't so...how it was. Anyway, that being said, I really did enjoy this one. It's a fun and quick read that the author (in our interview) mentioned should be about an eight hour reading experience!

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309. The Stone Child by David Alexander Robertson--⭐️⭐️⭐️

Listen, I've enjoyed this series, but I'm going to be honest: I didn't care a lot for a chunk of this book. I don't know what it was, but I was bored and I even zoned out a few times. Maybe one day I will re-read this and feel differently. I wasn't a big fan of the MC's constant snapping. I can understand that she is grieving and that she is an emotional mess because of everything she's experienced and is learning about her life, but it felt repetitive for her to just snap and then immediately apologizing and just...what was the point? I don't know, I just felt annoyed by it. She was definitely not my favourite in this one. I DID enjoy seeing them explore some of the changes that they encountered and the surprise connection between the MC and her best friend. I look forward to reading more about that in the next book! There was also a beautiful moment near the end that made me almost tear up. We will see how the next book is!

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310. A Rip Through Time by Kelley Armstrong--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I remember thinking, when this book ended, wow, I actually really loved that. I'm always hit or miss with Armstrong books, but this was such a surprising read. It truly gave me OUTLANDER vibes but with a mystery at its heart. The character development between the MC and the two other main characters was entertaining, and I loved hearing the comparisons between the past police work and how the same work would be done in the present day. I'm looking forward to the next book because I want to know some answers. This didn't really have romance--more like a potential budding romance for a future slow burn. This book was mainly setting up the world and the characters for future mysteries and I loved it. If you want a time travel book that isn't all about romance and has some intriguing murder mysteries thrown in there, then you might really enjoy this one!

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