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heart4reigns · 9 months

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hii, It’s possible to get an jey uso x reader where reader is a very confident wrestler who openly flirts with jey all the time and makes it know to the whole wwe universe that’s her man when they’re not even together. jey laughs it off because he thinks it’s all for the cameras till reader stops flirting with him and ignores him because she thinks jey doesn’t like her like that. jey realizes that he does like her and now he has to chase her now

REALITY, jey uso.

warnings: curse words, pet names

tags: FLIRTY (Y/N) FOR THE WIN HELL YEAHHHHH, afab reader

summary: you will never know what you have until it's gone

IT was well known that you were head over heels for the man sitting down next to you with a beautiful smile plastered on his face. every single person inside this building knew that you were practically in love with him. it all started as an inside joke with the creative board that they were going to pair you up with none other than the main event, jey uso. but you caught real feelings and it wasn’t for the show anymore.

he was everything that you have ever wanted in a boyfriend. kind, funny, and most importantly–he was patient. you loved him with all of your heart. “you look handsome.” you winked at him. “thanks, how do you like my new hair, (y/n)?” “beautiful as always.” you grinned. “you’re such a flirt.” jey chuckled, opening the door for you. “hey, i only flirt with you, baby.”

you fixed his mic and he helped you with yours. “ready?” “yep!” you were going to shoot a video with him on your day off. “the undisputed tag-team champions are here! this is (y/n)!” you introduced yourself to the camera. “jey uso right here and welcome back to playback!” he continued the introduction. you were shooting a youtube video with him today. “we’re gonna watch one of our best matches ever… god, this was life changing! my man and i against becky and seth.” you narrated the fight.

"that stomp was so devastating." you cringed at the memory. "got my ass complaining backstage." jey added. "right! i felt my soul flying as soon as his boot connected with your neck." you shuddered. "my man takes all the bumps and i have to take care of him backstage. countless medic dates with him." you nudged him with your elbow. "but i still love you." you snickered. "yeah, yeah. she takes care of me a lot."

“and… cut!” you immediately stretched out your body, still feeling sore after yesterday’s workout session. “looking pretty tired, mama.” he patted your back. “still have the energy for tonight though.” you were going to help jey unpack with his furniture, he recently moved to your neighborhood. jimmy and trinity were also going to help, the 4 of you were a pack, even after trin left the company. “should i buy you a housewarming gift?” you suggested. “it’s such a shame you moved before us getting married! you could’ve moved in with me, hubby.” you teased him. jey just shook his head in response. "whatever you say, mama."

several crews were paying attention to the two of you. “are they married?” one of them whispered. “oh, you must be new here. nah, (y/n) just likes to flirt with him.” the other one replied. even the staffs knew that you were always attached to the hip with him. people were practically wishing that the two of you would end up together. “come on, baby. let’s go. trin is spamming me with messages.” you intertwined his hands with yours. “yeah, yeah. we’ll go now.”

you picked up a box, putting it down in his living room. "i can't believe we're neighbors now!" you were practically jumping with excitement. "i mean... i think it was about time that i moved, that apartment was falling apart." jey chuckled, remembering his old place. "and lucky for me to have my hubby near me." jey ruffled your hair. "hey, don't touch my hair!" you pouted. "yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" "i'm gonna fight you." you threatened him in a joking way. "bring it on." that commenced the play fighting you had with him.

"okay, maybe we came in at the wrong time." jimmy opened the door, seeing you on the floor with jey. "hi guys!" you greeted them with a smile. "what were you doing?" trinity put the cake on the counter. "fighting him like usual." you had jey on headlock, causing him to groan. "i swear if we weren't acting on stage, you could actually beat my ass." he sighed. "let's get to work so we can eat cake!" you grinned, letting go of his head.

trinity and jimmy knew that the love you had for their little brother was pure. but jey uso was just unaware of that. he'd brush it off, acting as if this was all a long-running joke. "okay, i think i'll take my leave now. i have to call my brother tonight." you announced to your best friends. "oh, you're not staying here?" jey tilted his head. "i'd love to have a sleepover with you, hubby! but i can't, i'll stay over next time. bye!" you went over and kissed the top of his head, only causing him to chuckle.

once you were out, jimmy shook his head. "swear no one loves you like she does." "nah, it's just a best friend thingy. she doesn't love me like that, dawg." jimmy and trin groaned in unison. "whatever you say, man."

friday came by and you arrived early to run some lines with jey. the two of you were going to cut a promo together, building up for a match against sami and kevin. “hiiiii!” you greeted him, walking into the locker room. “hey.” he replied with a smile. you couldn’t help but to feel butterflies in your stomach. “soooo,” you paused for a second, taking a seat next to him. “are we gonna kiss tonight?” jey rolled his eyes in a joking way. “you’re always trying to kiss me, mama.” “maybe that’s because i like you and i think you’re pretty.” you winked at him.

“the undisputed tag-team champions, jey uso and (y/n) (l/n)!” as usual, you were walking hand in hand with jey, your belts hanging off the your left arm. “let’s go, let’s go!” you hyped yourself up, taking in the energy from the crowd. “ay, ay! miami, we are in your city!” jey yelled to the microphone, lifting his finger up, playing out the script. “hiiiiii everyone!” you greeted the crowd with your usual cheery tone, earning a ‘hiiiii’ from them. “right, right. it’s about to be brutal for sami and kevin, i love their asses but they attacked my man last week! i’m gonna make it personal.” you played out the part.

jey was standing next to you, fully paying attention to you. he loved how you were so passionate about your work. especially your role. he thought that your flirty act was part of the joke, so he was used to you flirting around. but jey never thought of it being serious. with the gimmick you played out together as boyfriend and girlfriend, he grew accustomed to your flirty nature.

“damn, what a promo we did.” jey jumped on the locker room couch, feeling tired. “you did great babe!” you teased him. “and you look very boyfriend-ish today with your outift.” you added, winking at him. “i don't get it why you still flirt with me, it's so funny to me that you still play out your roll when we're off stage. that's very funny to me, i respect your dedication, (y/n).” he chuckled. his sentence made your heart drop.

your felt a pang on your chest. oh… oh, you thought. you didn't say anything. "you're riding with me right?" you shook your head. "actually, i think i'm sitting with bayley, she was trying to tell me something earlier." you lied, still trying to hold back your tears. he thought you were just messing around this entire time and that hurt your feelings. "oh, okay."

thankfully, you spotted bayley coming out of the locker room with iyo and dakota. "i need help." you muttered. "you looked stressed out, what's up?" she raised a brow. "can i just ride with you guys?" the women immediately knew that you were trying to avoid someone. "our bus is always open for you, babe." dakota patted your back.

jey didn't spot you on the way back to the bus. "anyone seen (y/n)?" he asked his coworkers. "she went with bayley, their bus left like 10 minutes ago." bianca replied, not looking up from her phone. "oh." jey took a seat on the back of the bus, alone, of course. "weird seeing you not sitting with (y/n)." montez added. "this is my first time not riding with her in years." jey admitted. it does feel weird, he thought. but like usual, jey immediately brushed it off, plugging in his headphones, not wanting to think about anything.

the night felt long to you. you sighed, brushing your wet hair as you felt a pang on your chest, replaying the conversation from earlier. “hey gir- are you okay?” trinity picked up the phone, clearly concerned about your current situation. “are you with jimmy?” trinity shook her head. “jey thinks i’m just joking around babe, isn’t it obvious that i am in love with him?” trin immediately understood your sentence. “i’m sorry, babes…” she sighed. “whatever, i guess. i’m being dramatic. i don’t want to deal with him.” you wiped the tear stain on your cheek.

“maybe i should just distance myself, trin. yeah… i'm not going bowling tomorrow.” trin smiled at you, pity plastering her face. “you know what’s best for you, babes. i’m here if you need to talk okay? i’ll even beat his ass if you want me to!” that sentence made you chuckle. “you don’t need to do that trin… i guess i’ll just watch some sad movies. good night, i love you.” “i love you too! let me send you some ice cream!” as soon as you sat down on your couch, you heard your notifications going off.

jey!!: still up for bowling tmrw with roman and the others?

jey!!: i’ll pick you up if you want to

jey!!: hellooooo?

jey!!: damn did you pass out or something?

jey!!: aight text me when you wake up good night

he furrowed his brows, waiting for you to respond. it had been a day and you still haven't replied. “(y/n) didn’t reply all night, you know where she at?” jey asked trinity. “nope, she didn’t reply to me too. think she’s out cold.” trin lied, trying to keep your secret. “damn… she loves bowling. i guess i’ll take her next week.” trin wanted to roll her eyes but she just nodded.

jey was walking alone in the arena. you didn’t reply to his text messages and it felt weird walking alone, not having you near him. “I’VE BEEN SAYING LIKE… THAT SHIT WAS SO FUNNY!” he heard your loud voice, decorating the empty hallways. jey immediately smiled and went inside the locker room, expecting you to jump in his arms, hugging him. the two of you hadn’t seen each other in a week and he missed your positive radiant energy.

you didn’t realize that he entered the locker room, you were still laughing with bayley over some dumb incident that happened weeks ago. “(y/n)! where have you been?” jey greeted you. this time, the hug he was expecting wasn’t there. all he saw was your smile dropping and a simple wave. “anyways, i need to go get ready for my interview, see you bayley.” you walked pass him. after closing the locker room door, he heard your laugh again. “iyo! hi, missed you!”

that was weird, jey thought. but he brushed it off as usual. sure, you had your days where you were not your usual self, but this was all new to him. you never ignored him before. showtime came and you were going to come out with him like usual. jey was already in gorilla position, waiting for you to come. “where were you?” he asked, clearly confused. “i was with iyo.” you shortly replied, not looking at him. “are you okay?” jey furrowed his brows. “perfect.” your music started and you immediately took his hand like usual.

“you killed it, mama!” the segment ended and the two of you walked back to the hallways. “thanks.” once again, you shortly replied. before jey could say anything, you walked to the bathroom, avoiding further interactions. you really didn't have the energy to talk to him. you loved him but he didn’t feel the same and you were still in denial about it. so you chose to push him away–despite wanting to hold his hands like usual, you couldn’t.

“anyone know what’s wrong with (y/n)?” jey entered the bloodline's locker room, earning glances from his faction. “what do you mean?” roman asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. “i don’t know, she’s ignoring me and my texts.” jey sat down on the bench, feeling all confused. “she asked me what tie i was wearing so we could have matching sets.” paul joined the conversation. she even replied to paul, jey thought. you hated replying to the old man’s messages because it would end with a long paragraph about taking care of your own health. something was definitely wrong.

practice day came and jey was in front of your house, waiting for you to come out. you didn’t pick up his call and replied to his messages, but he was still going to pick you up like usual. his train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing. “dude, where are you? everyone’s here and we’re waiting for you!” sami’s voice was loud and clear. “i’m waiting for (y/n), in front of her house right now.” “what do you mean you’re waiting for (y/n)? she came here with roman like an hour ago. they’re warming up.”

“okay, i’m here now!” jey saw the entire faction, sami, and kevin waiting for him. “shit, (y/n). i didn’t know you went with roman, could’ve replied to my texts or calls.” jey complained. he was expecting a snarky or sarcastic reply, or even a flirtatious respond, but you only nodded at his sentence. “sorry.” you muttered. “you wanna go now?” sami asked you. “sure!” your tone switched when you replied to sami.

you got into the ring with sami, practicing the choreography. jey watched you from the side, puzzled with your cold behavior at him. you were all smiles when sami accidentally tripped over your foot. “come on, get up!” you chuckled. “sorry, sorry! it was my fault.” sami replied, pulling you up from your current position. “come on, (y/n)! you can do this.” you looked at jey and didn’t respond, only focusing on hitting a punch on sami’s shoulders. “wanna tag me in?” jey jumped inside the ring. “just wait a bit, i was having fun with sami.” you stared at him with a deadpanned expression.

“did i do something wrong?” jey finally asked the question. “no?” you raised a brow. “then why are you acting cold to me, (y/n)?” you shrugged your shoulders. “nothing is wrong, jey.” you never said his name after you gained feelings for him, it was always cute pet names like ‘baby’ or even ‘hubby’. but hearing you say his name, his chest tightened a bit. “just tag in,” you paused for a second, slapping his hand in a quick motion. “i’ll be with kevin in the ring next room if you need anything.”

"good practice guys!" you smiled at them, not paying attention to jey, who was still in the ring. "alright, let's go, you haven't packed right?" roman spoke up. "yeah, thanks for reminding me. let's go home!" you nodded. "you're not riding back with me?" jey spoke up. "no, i came here with roman." "you know his house is like a 30 minute drive from ours right?" he raised a brow. "and? he offered to drive me home, jey. do i see him complaining?" you stared at him. everyone felt the tension surrounding the two of you. "okay, okay. calm down." solo patted your back, completely diffusing the situation.

roman definitely knew what was going on. "so, you broke up with him or what?" he asked. "no... we weren't even dating, uce." you sighed. "but why the hell are you acting all cold to him?" you went over the story of how he thought you were just joking around. "damn, that man really needs a reality check." roman said after you finished your ranting. "maybe he just doesn't like me and i'm trying too hard or i am just being dramatic." you sighed. "nah, (y/n). we all know you love him, just don't be too hard on yourself."

jey ended up riding with jimmy. "you look pissed as hell, what's up?" jimmy asked, munching on his food. the two brothers were in a random parking lot, eating their feelings out. "(y/n) has been very cold to me. i don't know what i did." he sighed. "what do you mean by that?" jimmy furrowed his brows. "she never replied to my texts, she doesn't flirt around with me, avoided every interaction, she's not touchy, and overall... it feels weird without her." jimmy smacked the back of his younger twin's neck.

"are you fucking serious?" jimmy groaned. "what?" jey gritted his teeth. "bro, do i really need to be the one saying this to you?" "just say it." jimmy sighed. "she's in love with you, bro. do you think it's all an act? she's been in love with you since day 1. i know it's all for the gimmick, acting out as boyfriend and girlfriend," he paused for a second. "but she's head over heels for you. what the fuck did you say to her to make her act distant?"

then it hit him. "i laughed it off. i told her that she could drop the act since the cameras weren't rolling..." "i swear if you weren't my brother, i'd beat your ass right now." jimmy rolled his eyes. "now, do you love her back?" that question made jey drop his phone on his lap. do i love her? he thought. jey had never felt so comfortable with anyone but you. jey loved seeing your cheery attitude, he loved the way you could light up the room with your laugh, he loved the way you were always there for him, and he just realized that he loved you.

"shit."

jey breathed out the cold air of december. he was in front of your house, carrying a bouquet. it took him only 5 minutes to walk to your house as you were neighbors now. he knocked on your door, waiting for you to open it. his heart was beating faster than usual as he tapped his foot in nervousness. "wait a bit!" jey heard your footsteps. you opened the door, seeing him with a smile on his face. "yes, how may i help- jey?" "i'm sorry."

"what are you doing here?" you furrowed your brows. "just... hear me out," he paused for a second. you crossed your arms, listening to him. "i'm sorry." he repeated. "for what?" you barked at him. "i'm sorry for not taking you seriously, i should've realized that you were in love with me and i was blinded by the fact that i thought it was an act..." your cold persona dropped after hearing his sentence. "i'm sorry that i brushed it off." you sighed.

"thank you for apologizing. i know that you don't see me the same way, i'll just stop the way i act-" before you could finish your sentence, he dropped the flowers and pulled you closer. jey kissed you and you were over the moon. "i love you, please don't ever ignore me... i'm sorry, baby." he apologized once again. "you love me?" you looked up at him. "i do." his sentence made you smile. "sorry for ignoring you, i thought that would make it easier for me to stop loving you." you admitted. "please don't ever ignore me again, i could literally die without you." he kissed your forehead. "i'll bother you until the sun burns out."

a/n: OMGGGGGGGGGG I LOVED WRITING THIS i hope y'all enjoyed it because i did... i love writing jey so much tbh like i just love him omg!!!! <3 feedbacks are highly appreciated like usual <3

#wwe imagines #jey uso #jimmy uso #the usos #wwe #roman reigns #paul heyman #solo sikoa #jey uso imagine #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagines #wwe x reader #wwe imagine

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sturnioloscenarios · 4 months

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The back of the car

Matt Sturniolo❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Summary: The triplets are filming a car video and all of the fans wants y/n to join. When you finish filming you and Matt takes things to the next level in the back of the car.❤️‍🔥

Warnings⚠️: smut, praise, use of pet names as good girl and baby.

Matt’s pov:

“Alright guys today we are going to be reacting to your biggest fears!” Nick yells from the backseat of the car. We are filming our weekly car video. “We put a question thingy on our instagram so you guys could tell us what your biggest fears are, so let’s goooo!” Chris says excitedly.

“Omg, everybody keeps saying that y/n should join a car video” Nick says looking at me with a slight smirk. “I know, they are going crazy. ‘Make y/n join, y/n should be in a car video” Chris reads.

“Well I mean she is in LA right now” I say quietly. “WHAT? She is? I didn’t know.” Nick exclaims. “Let’s ask her then!”

Y/n lives pretty far away. So sadly we don’t get to see her often. Which sucks cause I really like her. We are not dating but I think she might feel something for me too.

“Can you call and ask her Matt?” Chris asks. “Sure” I say trying not to sound too excited. I pull up my phone to call her and I put it on speaker. She answers the phone and her pretty voice says “Hi Matt, what’s up?”. “Hey y/n, we’re just filming a car video and everyone is suggesting that you should join. And you are in LA right?” I ask. “Yeah I’m just visiting a friend right now.” She replies. “Well if you want to it would be great if you would join us”. I say. She laughs cutely. “Uuhhmm. Sure that would be fun” she says hesitating. “Okay, can we pick you up in like 10 minutes?” “That sounds good” she says. “Great then I’ll see you then” I say. “See you Matt” she says and hangs up.

A little smile grows on my lips and Chris notices . “Uuuuuu Matt. What are you so excited for?” He asks. I punch him on his shoulder and he laughs.

“Omg that’s so awesome. Let’s go and pick her up!” Nick yells.

We arrive at y/n’s friend’s house and I text her that we’re here. “I’ll go up and get her” I say. “Go get her tiger” Chris says laughing. I don’t answer him.

I walk up to the door and out she comes. “Hi Matt, it’s so good to see you” she says. She looks at me with the biggest most beautiful eyes. I smile and say “Hey y/n it’s nice to see you too”. She gives me a hug and I feel my cheeks turning red. She smells so good and sweet. “You’re ready?” I ask. “Yep I just need to put my shoes on” she says and does so.

We walk over to the car and Chris and Nick gets out to greet her. “Y/N!!!” Chris yells running towards her. Both Chris and Nick gives her a big hug, and we all get into the car.

Y/n sits in the backseat with Nick. I like seeing her there. I start to think about what I would do to her back there if we were alone. How I would rip off her clothes and kiss her all over her body. How I would put my dick in her innocent little mouth. And how I would fuck her till the whole neighborhood knows our names.

“Matt? Helloooo?” Chris yells. “What’s you biggest fear?” I snap out of my dirty thoughts and look at Chris. “Uhm, idk maybe dying alone” I say. “Ketchup!” Y/n yells and everyone laughs.

We proceed to film the video and when we’re done Chris says “aahhhh that was a great video. Let’s get home and watch a movie. Wanna come y/n?”. “Sure that would be nice” y/n answers. I start the car and drive home.

As we enter our driveway Nick gasps. “Fuck, we forgot to buy snacks!” He yells. “It’s okay. I will go get some” I say. “I can go with you” y/n says with a smile. My cheeks turn red again. “Nice, let’s go then.” Nick and Chris leaves the car and

y/n moves to the front seat.

“That was fun” y/n says looking at me. “Yeah that was great. The fans are gonna love you.” I say. She smiles at me. The music in the car is still playing and suddenly Trust issues by Drake comes on.

“I’ve really missed you y/n” I gain enough confidence to say and I put my hand on her thigh. “I’ve missed you too” she says. We lock eyes and I start moving closer to her. Our lips collide and she grabs my head. The kiss starts off soft, but it quickly evolves and our tongues are now fighting for dominance.

I grab her by her ass and pull her up to sit on my lap without separating from the kiss. She starts grinding her hips on my lap and I feel my bulge growing in my pants. I guide her hips with my hands that are still placed on her ass and a little moan escapes her lips.

She separates from the kiss and reach for my shirt to pull it off. I do the same to her. She is wearing a pretty red bra. She comes in to kiss me again. She makes her way down i front of my seat and is now on her knees. She unbuttons my pants and reach down for my now fully hard throbbing cock. “Fuck y/n” I say in a low voice.

She licks her palm and grabs my dick. She gives it a few strokes before spitting on it. She gives the tip a kittylick and then put the whole tip in her mouth. Her mouth is warm and wet. I look Down on her and collect her hair in my hands.

She licks from the bottom of my dick to the tip and then puts me in her mouth and deepthroats. I moan loudly and say “fuck baby, you’re taking me so well”. She starts bouncing her head on my cock and I gently guide her with my hands.

“Fuck, fuck y/n I’m gonna cum”. She speeds up her pace and I throw back my head in pleasure. I start thrusting my hips up against her bruising her throat and small whimpers escapes her mouth.

My abs tightens and i feel release. My warm cum is shooting down her throat. I hear her swallowing. She pulls away from my dick and it comes out with a pop. I caress her cheeks and say “such a good girl for me”. She looks at me and smiles. I take her hand and pull her up to my lap again. I kiss her. I can taste myself in her.

I start making my way to the backseat and she follows. “I’m not done with you” I say as I roughly lay her down on her back in the backseat. I pull off her shorts along with her black g-string and her bra. She is now completely naked in the back of my car. I feel in control. I signal for her to spread her legs and i throw them over my shoulders on each side of my head.

I plant kisses on her inner thighs and slowly make my way down to her pretty pussy. She’s breathing heavy. I then place my flattened tongue on her throbbing clit and i I start eating her out. She grabs my hair and push me down against her. She try’s to hold back her moans but she can’t.

I feel her getting wetter and wetter. She pulls off my head, looks me in my eyes and says “Please fuck me Matt. I need you.” I feel myself getting hard again. I hover over her and give her a soft kiss. “I will fuck the shit out of you babe. I will have to carry you everywhere for the next 5 days.” I say.

I reach down for my hard cock, give it a few strokes and run it threw her wet folds. “Please don’t tease me Matt”. Without warning I slam my dick into her. Her mouth is now wide open. I give her no time to adjust and start to pound her so hard the air gets beat out her lungs. “So tight for me baby” I say. “Fuck Matt I can’t take it” she says between moans. “Yes you can baby. Just breathe”.

I proceed to thrust in and out of her in a fast pace and I feel my orgasm building. “Matt I can’t hold on much longer. I’m

g-gonna cum” she says stuttering.

I reach down for her clit and starts massaging it with circular motions. That brings her to her orgasm.

She closes her eyes shut and moans almost pornographic. That is enough to bring me over the edge as well and I come inside her. I keep slowly thrusting in her to ride out my high.

I pull out of her and see my come running out of her sore pussy. I reach down to push it back inside her with my fingers.

I lay down next to her trying to gain back my breath. She moves closer to me and puts her hand on my chest. “That was awesome” she say cutely. “You are so fucking hot y/n.” I say looking at her. She smiles at me and and lay her head on my shoulder.

Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed this fanfic. I got a little long but I hope that’s okay. Tell me if you have any suggestions💖💖💖

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #smut #hot as fuck #cars #Spotify

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trash-raccoon-boy · 6 months

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I said I was gonna post about this au so here we go.

I apologize in advance if it's hard to understand.

So first we have Monkey King who I haven't figured out rather I want to call him MonkeyStar or PeachStar. He's still born from a stone so that's still true and you know something tells me he wasn't born in an area with cats but rather monkeys so he still has his toop, his "clan" area is mainly a lush forest and Rocky areas surrounded near water food isn't hard to find since they mainly just eat fruits and occasionally bugs.

Now when I say Clan I mean just him and his monkey's he doesn't really have a clan since it's just him and his monkey's and there's no reason for a clan if there's no longer danger or threats.

When he became leader he didn't exactly become leader the traditional way by going to the Moonstone he just became leader after jumping through a waterfall, this is cause he didn't know what clans where and didn't learn till his training era(so with master Subodhi).

During his training era he had an existential crisis and went to go become immortal so he wandered till he found this group of cats that where being trained by this much older cat, (side note- this may or may not change depending on what I do but for now the pre- jttw and jttw events will takes place during the same time as the book) Monkey King was given the name sun wukong while training under Subodhi.

Now I might skip the brotherhood era till I make azure and the other 2 members, but during that time he did have what was known as a clan it was small yes but he did have a technical clan.

Now I would like to mention that Starclan is the Celestial realm while Diyu is the Dark forest. Wukongs punishment is the same with being trapped under the mountain but instead of being trapped under neath like he's normally depicted or like how he's show in lmk he's more so chained down, he has chains wrapped around his body he can move around slightly but he's mainly just bound down till Tripitaka comes by and frees him(I'll mention more in a later post.)

Monkey king is currently training/mentoring is first and only apprentice/successor Mk and besides the whole Lbd and LionClaw(Azure), he's doing pretty good, he's not all that trusting to humans so him and mk only hang out on FFM(flowerclan?Monkeyclan?) But he's warming up to them again,only ever hangs with Mo tho.

(Imagine looking out your window to get fresh air and you just see a fucking cat on a cloud)

Mk has kinda the same lore as my main headcannon with him being born from the remains of Monkey kings Rock and Wukong being his father and along with Mac(who doesn't find out till later in both versions).

Now mk is a kittypet meaning he does have a owner and he lives with pigsy and tang, mk was left with pigsy when he was 2 moons old maybe and at the time pigsy was a stray(more on his backstory on a different post) and after getting a kit he panicked and went to the next person he knew to help which was tang who let him stay with him(by convincing his two legs to let them stay).

Mk grew up as an indoor cat that was granted access to go outside and wander around in the neighborhood before coming back, when he was around 7 or 8 moons old he met Mei who had escaped out of her stuffy house to explore and they hit it right off the bat and even after Mei was returned home she would come running back out to meet him and it was such a regular occurrence that both their two legs didn't mind anymore.

Now mk isn't really a noodle delivery boy but I do like to believe he helps out with deliverys with his twolegs restaurant and often tags along for the ride to help deliver noodles, he noticed that during their runs they forgot to deliver to one customer so he quickly grabbed the bag and went running down to a very creepy and abandoned construction site(he doesn't notice tho) to deliver them only to stop when he saw Pif(Ironwind would be a cool name) and Red(Redson? Redfur?) and quickly went in hiding on top of a metal pipe where he saw Monkey King's staff(literally a heavy af pole, probably was a big one before it was shrunken down).

His twolegs where most likely worry during the whole SQ, Dbk,Lbd and Azure take over cause their cats are missing during these other crazy power cats taken over/destroying the world and they where definitely confused when they saw after the Lbd thing that mk had burned scars. I bet after the whole Azure lion thing mk was put on house arrest cause I mean if your cat suddenly starts glowing and being frantic then I don't think you'd be letting them outside.

Macaque is a cool one, first off he is a loner currently keeping away from humans and sleeping in a abandoned dojo. When he was younger he was a pure white cat with stunning red markings that stood out the most(idk if he has six ears or not) of course he glamoured his fur black the moment he got the chance.

During his time with Wukong and the brotherhood he was both the Medicine cat and Deputy(this role might later be taken by Azure) , he was skilled with herbs and always ready to give Wukong some insight or warnings on what he heard tho over time it seemed the great sage was more focused on taken down the celestial realm then actually heeding his various warnings and concerns.

After Wukong was picked up by the monk macaque would of became a spy for what remained of the brotherhood, he followed would spy on the pilgrims and bring insight and speak on what he would witness or hear. He hated this not only was he more treated as a pawn then an equal, but he also had to spy on his king a cat he's grown accustomed to and seeing him bonding but also being tortured by these people it... It hurt him especially when he heard what happened to the brotherhood one day when he was away and yeah getting stabbed with a metal pole wasn't fun.

Getting revived and thrown into modern society was confusing and terrified like first day revived he almost got hit by a car, now while he ignored the Lbd's wishes macaque was determined to find and attack Wukong of course with a plan and a lot of meditation to get back in strength.

He wasn't planning on finding Mk quite the opposite, he was kinda expecting monkey king to show up and defeat his kiaju instead of almost killing pigsy and mk, and when he met mk he was more startled like who the fluff let their kit out in the busy street he could tell the kid was wukongs successor by the obvious staff and a lot of other key features and he decides to use that to his advantage.

Mk at first unlike in the show is more scared of macaque especially the way he's circling him like fresh prey but he decides the go along seeing as his training of breaking a wall wasn't going anywhere. Getting the kids power(mainly just his energy tho) was more easy then he thought he just wasn't expecting Wukong to show up so early.

Currently macaque being the most hostile and aggressive to humans is staying right clear from them and spending most his time in the dojo, sneaking onto FFM uninvited or watching mk from a distance cause something strange is up with that cub.

(I'll upload day 19 tomorrow cause I spent most my time writing this, no regrets)

#lmk #lmk fanart #lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk macaque #lmk macaque fanart #lmk mk fanart #lmk mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong fanart #lmk fruit trio #lmk warrior cats au

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crushofdoves · 1 year

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snippet Sunday!!

thank u to all of my besties for tagging me in this love y'all @greenvlvetcouch, @colgatebluemintygel, @spindrifters & @cr-amber ♥♥♥

it only seems fair that I post 4 snippets, one for each tag :)

next chapter of 'I've got diamonds in my eyes (for you)'

“Why are the elevators out of service again? This is homophobic.” Remus’s voice is strained, muffled behind the cardboard box in his hands - he kicks the apartment door closed with one socked foot and shoves the box on to the kitchen counter. Sirius laughs at Remus from the floor, sprawled out on the hardwood of his living room. Their living room. Each wall is lined to the ceiling with boxes. The couch is covered in clothes on hangers, draped along the back of it - thick sweaters, worn t-shirts and vintage jeans. Spread all across the apartment - from the two pairs of shoes by the door to extra pillows on the bed - are all the pieces of a newly shared space.

first chapter of foxfire, my self-indulgent Appalachian wolfstar AU

Fog rolls out along the highway like an old friend and Remus’s fingers flex in their grip on the steering wheel. The last time he was in Virginia he hadn’t even been old enough to drive, but he remembers his father cursing every time the fog came in. It settled over the mountain, blurring the trees and blotting out the gravel roads. Not for the first time, Remus wishes he had taken a plane. His sedan doesn’t even have fog lights, but then – he’s never needed them. His family moved out of Virginia after the accident. It had been inevitable, really. Hope Howell had one foot out of the valley her entire life, and Lyall Lupin would follow her anywhere. They ended up in Pittsburgh, not quite escaping Appalachia afterall, but getting out of the mountains. Remus remembers waking up in the backseat of his parent’s minivan just as they crossed the West End bridge - the lights of the city like stars in the open sky back home. It all seemed impossibly bright, busy, beautiful. He had fit in easily at school, young enough to morphe his deep southern drawl into something more neutral. Hope found work at a museum in their neighborhood, Lyall taking a position with US Steel. Their old life was a distant memory. There were no woods to get lost in, no trailers tucked on the side of a mountain or deep in a valley.

and there here's a couple snippets from the outline of my hp transfest fic - wolfstar & jegulus in 2005 baby!!!! the first one is sirius telling James that he's trans and talking about how uncomfy his binder is, the second is the whole squad meeting up at the club

* ‘you don’t have to wear that - you can take it off right now, if you wanted. i just finished washing some big shirts that came in yesterday, they’re in the dryer if you want to change’ * ‘ my chest isn’t that big,’ it feels weird to say this out loud to another human person. james flushes a little but sirius continues ‘i think with a big enough shirt and a flannel over it, no one will notice’ * ‘well it’s none of their damn business, if they do’ *sirius doesn’t know if he can talk, so he doesn’t. james says, ‘go ahead and change, i’ll count the till’ *sirius is putting on an oversized flannel when james pops his head in the back room and says, ‘hang on - you could pick any name you wanted and you chose sirius??’ *‘my family likes star names - i wanted to match with regulus.’ james looks sad in that deep, deep way that only happens when sirius mentions his family. they don’t talk about it again that day.

* remus goes in for a hug at the end of lunch and sirius panics bc he isn’t wearing a binder that day and they haven't had That Talk yet and he steps out of remus’s reach, laughs it off * remus looks a little sad and sirius says, ‘sorry, i just - didn’t get a lot of hugs as a kid.’ this is way too much of an explanation and now remus looks concerned and sirius BOLTS, but runs into James * ‘boys - come to the club with me tonight’ * ‘sirius, i am not asking - remus, we’d love for you to join us’ * remus looks at sirius who is rolling his eyes but looks excited and says, ‘sure, yeah - i’ll meet you there’ *the club is called ‘the double crown’ and it’s small, tucked away just on the outskirts of town *when sirius gets there james is standing by the bar with two women - a redhead and a blonde they’re holding hands. sirius feels less out of place. he’s wearing a lace t-shirt that’s cropped just to the hem of his binder, high-waisted black jeans with a silver belt made up of small stars connected all the way around. his hair is up in a messy bun, dangling star earrings, motorcycle boots making him an even 5’10 *remus comes in right after him, looks sirius over *‘cute boots - it’s nice to not have to lean down to get a look at your face’ *sirius flushes all over and james’s eyebrows shoot up *‘sirius, remus - this is lily, and mary! we just met, they’re my best friends’ he points at them when he says their names *lily, the redhead, reaches out to brush her knuckles against sirius’s shoulder, ‘nice to meet you star boy’ she turns to remus ‘and you, tall dark and brooding’

I think all of my mutuals have already been tagged lmao but if any of y'all haven't been, feel free <3

#wolfstar fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #jegulus #trans sirius black #WIP #can y'all tell how excited I am for my transfuse fic #I'm foaming at the mouth over here

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wxywardsun · 1 year

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[The Next Door Neighbor Verse]

(An Introductory post!)

Basically the “next door neighbor verse” is a supernatural AU I came up with that completely ignores the finale. Ever wanted to know where most retired hunters go? There’s well known cozy neighborhood that a lot of retired hunters go! Sam,Dean,and Cas all decided to move into this neighborhood and start fresh with their lives.

There’s you! Four years after the Winchester brothers retire with their angel following behind them,you find yourself retiring as well,and moving into the same neighborhood that the legendary team is in.

How about you get to know your neighbors?

Dean Winchester (Retired Hunter turned Mechanic)

Four years later,45 years old,a dog named miracle and a cozy home to call his own? He’s living the dream!

I’d imagine his look changed over the 4 years,imagine what Jensen looks like now.

Basically Beau Arlen but Dean!

He’s a mechanic and a damn good one at that

And he was more than willing to help ya move in

He would definitely be a lil more stocky,thicker arms,legs,the whole nine yards!

Still Dean Winchester just a tad bit softer.

And definitely still as charming as ever

He’s also taken after Bobby! He tells you “I’m retired that’s for sure,but I’ll be damned if I don’t give tips out to any hunter that needs it”

You can FEEL the Texas accent in his voice

You couldn’t thank him enough for helping you

He’s so sweet!

‘Welcome To the neighborhood pie’ anyone?

Friendly Retaliation with ‘Thanks for helping me move in’ brownies

He very much appreciated them

The slowest,slow burn,romance EVER (in a good way!)

Sam Winchester (Retired Hunter turned Lawyer)

40 years old,slightly longer hair and grown out scruff. in short? He hasn’t changed a bit!

Still as tall as a damn skyscraper that’s for sure..

He definitely has an Australian Shepherd named Bones (combining the two things about the dogs he owned previously)

Unfortunately you weren’t able to meet him till after he got off work

Definitely a wave and “hello” moment all casual “nice to meet you,I could show you around if you’d like?” Type of meeting

All in all,so damn sweet,he would 100% take his time telling you about the neighborhood!

Do I even need to say slow burn? Slow burn!

How DO you get closer to him? Hmm…

Castiel (or Cas) (Retired Hunter,pretty angel turned baker)

Like billions of years old

Looks a tad bit like Endverse!Cas! Grey hairs,a bit more stubble (mhmm,dilfism beam) arm hair,literally thee dilf of all time

In this au,yeah he does have to eat,he can taste things,and sleep,cause it makes things more interesting

He became a baker because he likes to busy his hands and baking is the perfect outlet for that

Also pastries,pies,the greatest cake you will EVER taste,he loves the art of baking!

Very much a Cas-like first meeting,somewhat short,probably heard your name around the hunting world and brought that up. A little stern but you could tell he was warming up already.

Definitely left a cookie basket with a business card on your front step,name on said card in blue ink. “From : Castiel”

So sweet! Like the cookies.

You’ll get closer over time,but first? How about baking a “thank you” cake?

[Requests are open! Feel free to drop them in my inbox or ask about this AU. See y’all around!]

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hyruleforests · 20 days

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mkay long personal post again cause im emotional

so we're all aware my colorguard coach and all our techs are quitting after this year blah blah we know im sad and devastated ok. also uhm because i dont wanna write "my coach" or "director" everytime and im not using his name im just gonna use 🌈 for him (main director/coach) and 🐱 for her (assistant director/tech)

okay so. my friend moved into a new house recently, in the same neighborhood as 🌈 right. and so friend's mom has a housewarming party, she invites 🌈 and 🐱 cause she's friends with them, and also invites my mom cause they're friends. my mom can't make it till wayyy later, but i spend the day with my friend helping her set up for the party. so basically i spend the whole day at her house with her right. 🌈 had to be there early bc he was making brisket lol and helped set up, and 🐱 got there when the actual party started.

but basically what im getting at is that it was so so so nice to be able to hang out with 🌈 and 🐱 and they were like real people, no filters, and they both made it very clear that they weren't awkward around us. so i spend the whole day with them and friend and the party ends, everybody leaves except our coaches right. we're all sitting, talking hanging out having fun it's rlly nice! friends mom decides that they're gonna migrate to 🌈s house for more drinks, and so friend and i assume that we're staying here. (reminder my mom is not here yet Lol). 🌈 says that we can totally come hang out if we want, he gives us the tour of his house, lets us play on his arcade machines upstairs??! basically he's just really sweet and makes us feel at home, and we end up staying till like 7 so we have dinner there and by that point my mom gets there and she's hanging out with 🐱 and me and friend are hanging out with 🌈 and it was so nice man

we only have like a week till world championships then guard is over and they're both effectively no longer our coaches so i know that's why they both had no problem having no filter etc etc but it was nice to know that they both care about us that much like. man ☹️. he invited us into his HOME and we talked like real adult people and i just got really sad thinking about it because wow. father figure is really fathering. tearing up thinking about it.

and like not to be that person But To Be That Person, i know he wouldn't treat anyone else in the guard the same way he treated me and my friend today. cause i know for a fact he wouldnt wanna be at a party with any other kid in the guard, let along invite them into his house!

and again on the father figure thing i just. man. idk good chance im just delusional but. IDK!! he obvs knows my dad isn't in my life and he's gotten sappy over us and called us his kids before and it just makes me so ☹️☹️ especially after the way he treated me tonight like. he was way more open and less filtered obvs, (also a little drunk Lol), but also he was so sweet when we were at his house in like a dad way yk. idk. im crying rn. im just so greatful that he's part of my life and that he wants me in his life too cause nobody else in the guard is gonna get that the same way i do. i truly hope that he is in my life for as long as possible because when i tell you he is my biggest and closest father figure i truly mean it. like. when i think about the future and the possibility of getting married and stuff like that i want him there!! i'd probably ask him to walk me down the aisle because there's no way in hell my bio dad is coming and i know 🌈 would do that for me. man. full blown tears. ugh. whatever. i love them.

#damien whispers #mannnn #crying #i love both of them so fucking much

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kats-chaotic-wonderland · 5 months

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The tiny town of Merin Falls [Part 2]

The Attic

I’ll be honest I really wasn't sure when I'd get around to posting again, but this morning Iian mentioned something odd about the day he started working with me. That jarred a memory loose that I think I've been repressing, probably for a good reason. So here I am again.

To recap, as I'm sure you've heard before, I'll start by saying I live in a small town. It's settled in the northeast, a ways up from the Bridgewater triangle, and on the hill above a small bay. It's old, and has a history of witch trials and war battles. If you've ever seen a horror or Hallmark movie you've seen a town just like it. From calm summers to colorful falls, with old Victorian homes settled in old neighborhoods, complete with soccer moms and honor roll kids. This place is chock full of the American dream. It looks and operates like a normal New England town on the surface. Of course, I wouldn't be here if it actually did. There's a lot wrong with this tiny town of Merin Falls.

So, with the idea of the town refreshed in your mind, I’ll get on to my next story. This was a few months before that incident with Travis. I was sitting behind the counter at work, my head bobbing to the beat of the music churning out of the speakers overhead. I’d been working at *Binders and Beats* for a couple years at this point. It’s a small shop off the main square, run by an old married couple. The owners, a pair of sweet old men, are an attorney and a musician. They had given me the job after I helped them recover from that storm six years ago. Took hours to clean up all the snails. But, in the end the work and buckets of slime were worth it. We’d talked between scooping, and they offered me the job that I’m still in years later. The pay is pretty good, and the shop is more of a hobby for the musician than a real money mill.

If the name sounds off, that’s because it's a weird mix of a music shop, with instruments of all kinds, records and disks, and complete with sound booths off to the side of the counter. As well as an office supply store, binders, books, pens and the like. To top that mix off, the whole place looks like an earth bound and a hot topic had a mutated baby shop. The attorney is an ex hippie and wicca, still practicing, and his adorable squish ball of a husband was a hard core rocker who may have stalked Ozzy Osbourne, Sting, and who knows who else from the late eighties through to the late twenty tens. Needless to say my bosses are freaks and I’m living for it.

I usually spend about four days of the week behind that counter. From opening, around eleven am, to close at eight pm. For the first few months of my first year working for them, the owners would train and shadow me every day. Eventually though, they started leaving halfway through the day, then just helping me open or close, till about seven or so months in. At that point seventeen year old me was basically running the shop on my own. The owners only popping in occasionally when they felt like it. As I got into the swing of running this somewhat high end store on my own, there was something of a learning curve as I figured out some of the rules the owners hadn’t written down, or had the thought to mention. Things like don’t mess with the woman in the silver dress. Just let her hang around in the sound booth until she was finished screaming. Make sure that you shut the door when you take trash so the snails don’t get back in. If they do, close the store and clean the slime before it can stain and make damn sure you toss them all out back again. Wash the bucket and mop out back when you finish, and do not use bleach. Mr. Hannigan always needs a wooden violin bow. Do not sell him a plastic one. Ever. There was some trial and error, and many confusing nights. But after a while I got the hang of it, and my calls to the owners stopped being panicked and were more for formality. Lucky for me, we don’t get a ton of business.

This went on pretty uneventfully for about two years, that was until a black and grey badger with one bold hot pink stripe down her back, made off with a weird looking thing. Some kinda synth keyboard, small and like round. Apparently it's called a Qchord, and it’s not cheap. So yeah. After a hit like that, the owners decided I needed some help. Honestly, I was a little insulted at the time. For years I handled shoplifters, karens (Mrs. Miller in particular), bratty kids, and all the weird shit of this town. But the moment a talking badger in a crop top pulls one over on me, I suddenly need help?

Actually writing it out now, I was being pretty petty at the time. They were already generous with giving me weekends and Tuesdays off. But I know that was more for Arthur, he still has fun running the shop. And on the weekends Luther has time off to help him with it. I really should do something for them shouldn’t I? Anyway, I had handled assorted critters, and kept them from losing money. Hell I actually make them money, it's kinda funny really. Guess it makes up for the time they had me work when I was down with the collywobbles (not what you think. It’s just what Mrs.Hanning calls it). But I digress.

Getting saddled with someone new wasn’t something I was in any way excited about. And this long winded tangent brings us back around to where this story started. I was working my usual shift, bobbing along to the Half-Alive cd I had churning away. Alone, waiting for the new hire to come in. But it was maybe about four pm? I had pretty much given up and assumed they bailed. Just up and no showed, wouldn’t be a surprise. No one assumes this place pays well. It does, but I won’t be telling anyone that. I like my job, and my wage really isn’t their business. While I was rolling this thought around in my head though, my train of thought was unceremoniously flung through the air off its track, crashing into a wall along with a ***FLASH***, that was accompanied by a ‘*Click’* and a ‘*wrrrrrr’*. My eyes instinctively rolled as I heard the signature ‘*fwbwbwubub’* of a polaroid being shaken.

I must have been really lost in thought to have not heard him as he entered the store. He flounced up to my counter and perched himself right across from where I was chilling. His perfect teeth glinted in the black light as he gave me his usual smug grin, holding up a fresh polaroid in his fingers like it was a playing card. The smug bastard leaned nose to nose with me,”Sup Bitch. Looks like you dozed off again.”

Without breaking eye contact I snagged the photo and flicked him in the forehead. A satisfying ‘*thump*’ right between his orange soda eyebrows making him wince. “Piss off Iian. What did I say about me and pictures.” It wasn’t a question. Iian knew how I felt about that stupid hot pink rabbit camera of his. He’d dragged that thing for as long as I knew him, still does now that I think about it.

He just shrugged and raked his fingers through his hair, letting the ginger strands fall in a messy frame around his irritatingly perfect face,”Chill Am. It was a good shot.”

With narrowed eyes I looked at him, then the photo. He wasn’t wrong. I hate having my picture taken. But he had caught me at a good angle. The lights were a soft fluorescent glow behind me, framing my figure nicely. Chin propped on my hand as I leaned on the counter, face soft lost in my thoughts, staring at something far away. Hell, even my hair had settled in that intentionally messy way my bangs were supposed to lay, but hardly ever did, framing my face in a curtain of gold. The strands glowing with pink, blue, and purple fluorescent hues. With a sigh I shook my head and handed him back the photo.

“Fine. But just for your personal collection. If I see myself on your socials I will strangle you with my hair.” to make my point I ran a hand from the base of my ponytail to the end and used my other hand to snap it taut, like it was a rope wrapped around both of my hands.

His jaw dropped a bit,”Fuck Amber, I always forget how long your hair is.”

“Yeah, I don’t leave it down much do I?” I mused with a smirk as I let the mass drop. For context, I’m a chick. Was about nineteen at this point, twenty-three at time of writing and my hair is still stupid long. I stand at a nice six foot and some change, and my hair is at my ankles. Back then I think it was at my mid calf? Using it as a threat is something of a running gag with my friends, and I usually have it up in a tight bun so it doesn’t get caught on stuff. If it weren’t for Iian’s need to take photos of just about everything I probably wouldn’t even remember I had it down.

After that I moved on and made a passive comment about waiting for a new hire, and that I was sure they had just no showed. Iian was sitting cross legged on the counter fiddling with his camera by this point.

“Ya think so?” he mused, pulling back the sleeve of his pink hoodie. He always wears one that's at least four sizes too big. It drapes him in pink cotton and hangs off his shoulders giving him a look like those flowy actress robes lined with fur. The kind that old school actresses would pose around dramatically in.

“I mean yeah. It’s like four thirty. They’re hella late if they’re showing up.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oof. Well, guess I should call my dad huh? Let him know I’m late?” Iian grinned.

I’ll admit, it took me a few moments of the gears turning to catch what he meant. I stared, he stared. He waited, watching boredly for the light to click on. When it finally clicked I just blinked, once, twice. Then shook my head,”no fucking way.”

“Yerp.”

“You?”

“Uhuh.”

“Did you piss off Luther?” I asked incredulously.

He furrowed his brow at me and rolled his eyes,”No. Not every job I get is because I made Dad mad.”

“Well, there was the pool,” I started.

“Okay, I had to pay to fix the car, but that was because of the storm. How was I supposed to know it wasn’t water.”

“And the pet shop?”

“Caught with Ryan in the pool house. It was a totally innocent make out...mostly” A pink crept into his cheeks as he grinned like a fool.

“Uhuh.” I smirked,”what about the library?”

“Look if we’re gonna list all my jobs we’ll be here all day.” he huffed and hopped off the counter. I took that moment to sit on it myself and swing around to hop off on his side. Iian was the owner's son, and every time he got in serious trouble they would put him to work to earn money to pay for damages, or tickets, fees, or just so he learned not to fool around at school. Or in the case with his current boyfriend Ryan, at work. He’s a good guy, about a year younger than me, and has his own photography thing. Insta, patreon, all that jazz. He hadn’t been working in the shop up till this point because he wanted to work without family money. Instead of working he would hand around B&B using it as a place to get neat black light photos. This meant we spent a fair amount of time together, resulting in a rather catty friendship.

I landed beside him, my boots hitting the floor with a thump. But, there was a second thump. I looked at Iian, Iian looked at me, we both slowly looked up.

*THUMP*

I took in a slow breath,”Iian.”

He was still looking up,”Yes Amber?”

*THUMP*

“I’m going to find something horrifying in the storage room, aren’t I.” My sigh was heavy as I exhaled.

He nodded, still fixed on the ceiling,”Most likely.”

I nodded, took another deep breath, and then reached behind the counter. My fingers found the cold steel of the bat I kept there for any errant badgers, and the occasional stalker. Slinging the glowing hot pink hello kitty bat over my shoulder I turned to the back room door. Our store had three rooms for storage. There’s the back room where we have the fridge, coffee maker, ect. The basement, where we keep any maintenance equipment, and the attic where the owners kept the spare instruments, parts, and over stock office supplies. There wasn’t much in any of them at this point in time, mostly drum sets and a few dusty boxes of filler paper.

The stairs up to the attic were narrow, only room for one person to walk up. I say were, they aren’t there any more. I heard the thumps growing louder as I made my way to the door. Normally you’d be expecting the lights to flicker, or for the sound to stop as I neared. But no. It was like there was someone up there rummaging around for who knows what in all the over stock instruments. Taking a breath I put my hand on the knob, but before I could turn it, something grabbed my shoulder.

Reflexively I whipped around and decked the person in the cheek. Iian hissed and swore as he stumbled backwards. I grabbed his sleeve barely stopping him before he fell down the stairs. He just looked at me, his soft brown eyes watering with tears,”Fuck.” he hissed as he regained his footing.

“Sorry,” I shrugged letting go of him. I gave him a questioning look. He just held up his camera and pointed to the little light that did the flash, then to his eyes. I nodded, sorta getting it. Turning back to the door Iian readied himself behind me. Quickly I swung the door open, bat ready and looked into the room.

I don’t really know what I was expecting… An animal? Maybe a crazy person, or one of several assorted monsters. But I really wasn’t prepared for what we saw. It almost reminded me of a muppet. If the muppet had a fleshy face and no lips to hide it's mouth. A confusing mix of feathers and fur fell from the flesh mask. Foggy eyes set behind the skin looked around for us. I wondered for a moment if whatever this was, was blind. We stared silently as it milled around the room.

The things movements were somewhere between graceful and a constant stumble, like a kite being dragged by a toddler hopped up on pixie sticks and meth. It moved in random directions, knocking boxes over as it tried to...well whatever it was trying to do. I was just about to shut the door when Iian whispered,”Wait.” Mistake number one.

Then the thing turned to us, I elbowed Iian for getting it's attention. It swayed for a moment, then raised it's….I’m gonna say arm, but it was more like a noodle. Seriously, this thing looked like if hellraiser had muppets. Just as it did, a ***Flash***, from behind me as Iian took a photo. It screeched, a sound like shattering glass assailed our ears. I cursed and grit my teeth, then stepped in the room with my bat poised to swing. Mistake number two.

What I didn’t notice under the flock of feathers and willowy fur was a massive...claw? Bone blade? Spike thing? I have no idea, it was long, sharp, and heading for my head. Lucky for me Iian decided the best way to help was to plow right into me, sending us both into a nearby bass drum. We watched at the spike sunk into the wall, leaving a massive hole, and a crack halfway down to the floor.

With more than a little awkwardness I untangled myself from the drum, and Iian, and scooped up my bat. With one good swing I felt it collide with the things head. It screeched and stumbled to the side. I heard a snap as it's noodle arm went limp and fell from it. The appendage wriggled and leaked something blue. I gagged, then felt something brush past my cheek. Looking up I was met with a feather noodle. My eyes trailed it to the wall, the other spike had just missed my head. Bat in hand I went to give it another good wack. Instead I saw Iian with a big brass cymbal, with a heave he hoisted it up and slammed it down on the muppets twisted flesh face. It crumpled into a heap of feathers and blue goo. Breathing heavy he dropped the cymbal into the mess and stepped over it toward me.

“I think,” he started between heavy breaths,”We need to call dad.”

I nodded, staring at the pile,”Yeah….probably.”

We closed the door and barred it with a steel mic stand. Luther and Arthur came as soon as they got our call. Arthur burst through the door when they arrived, he went straight to Iian and looked him over.

“Oh my baby boy!” he looked over his son like a frantic mother,”Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine dad,” Iian said softly trying to calm his father.

He held Iian’s hands,”I am so sorry, we rushed over as quickly as we could,” then he turned to me. I hate to admit it, but I actually flinched. He just put a hand on my cheek and looked me over,”Amber dear are you alright?”

I nodded, a little ashamed at my reaction, old habits die hard,”I’m okay sir.”

He gave me a sad smile,”You don’t need to call me sir, you know that.”

“Sorry, I’m okay Arthur, I promise.” I smiled tiredly.

He smiled and hugged me,”Good, now you two go relax. We called Cher, she has food ready for you at the shop.”

I remember my cheeks heating at his suggestion,”You didn’t have to…”

“Oh shush.” Luther interrupted ruffling my hair,”You both need a break, we’ll clean up here. Go see your friends.”

Iian gave me an eyebrow wiggle and I rolled my eyes. We grabbed our things and walked across the street to 'Pressed Pages,' the local bookstore and coffee shop. As we entered the smell of coffee and pancakes hit us. I couldn’t help but smile, that place always puts me at ease. Behind the counter Cherri was in her usual place, pot in hand pouring a cup of coffee. Anxiety gnawed at my nerves seeing her. As always she looked up as she set the cup down and smiled, I love her smile.

“Hey Amber!” her voice was cheerful, joy always radiates from her like sunlight, infecting those around her like flesh eating virus.

I offered her a weary smile as I walked to the counter,”Hey Cher, how are you?”

“Better than you apparently.” her voice had a tone of concern,”Arthur said you had a break in?”

“Well…” rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly I tried to think of how to explain exactly what happened,”It was the uh...Merin Falls kind of break in.”

She nodded understandingly,”Ah, weird as shit.” With a shake of her head she handed me my usual,”Well, a warm drink and a full tummy can fix a lot of problems.”

A lopsided grin formed as I took it,”What would I do without you.”

“Suffer,” she shrugged with a casual grin,”And probably starve, seriously do you eat anywhere else?”

“Eh, sometimes.” I wobbled my free hand,”I can cook, so I eat at home on my days off.”

Cherri’s eyes got a mischievous glint in them and she leaned towards me across the counter,”Well maybe I can try your cooking sometime.”

See, this was another one of those, my brain is dumb moments. You’d think that I would have said literally anything smooth, or at least have said sure. But no, what I said was so incredibly stupid, that even four years and a few hundred dates later, I still kick myself for it.

I blinked once, then twice, as I tried to process the implications. But for some reason, it just didn’t click,”Why?” I asked dumbly.

Her coy grin deflated almost instantly,”I thought you’d…”

Thankfully for my sake, Iian jumped in,”She’d love to Cher, she’s just dumb.” he butted between us and slung an arm around my shoulder,”How about next saturday?”

Cher looked relieved as she looked at him, then up at me,”If you’re okay with it I’d love to.”

Iian smacked the back of my head and shook me out of my daze,”O-oh, yeah! Absolutely, want me to pick you up or?”

I’ll spare you the details of the rest of this awkward interaction. Needless to say the date went well. Going back to what brought me to this story, I mentioned that I had been repressing the part with the attic. Well today, Iian brought in the picture. Once I touched it, the trigger sent me rushing back to that day.

Thing is, we don’t have an attic. The building is one story. And in all of the photos Iian has, it always has been. He found the photo tucked away in a box, with the date on the back.

What’s weirder, Cherri had a painting tucked away in her closet. With the same date. She doesn’t remember seeing the photo, and we didn’t tell her the story.

I’ll probably have more for you all soon. Halloween is just a few days away, and it’s a big deal here. We don’t really have internet from the 29th-1st, so I’ll be offline until after it’s over. I’m Amber Haze, and I’ll be back soon with more from the tiny town of Merin Falls. Hopefully.

(Side note, I'm talking with Iian about finding a place to put scans of some of the photos in these

stories. We're still talking about the best way to do it, but hopefully you all will get to see what haunts my nightmares too. What joy.)

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heckyeahponyscans · 4 years

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Hey folks, I live in Seattle and up till a couple years ago I lived on Capitol Hill. I still have friends living there. So I thought I’d provide some local insight into the CHAZ (Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone).

There is a lot of misinformation out there, especially from Fox News, which photoshopped a gunman into pics, wow.

First, the best resources to find CHAZ info are local to Seattle: The Seattle Times, Capitol Hill Blog, and the CHAZ livestream where you can see the streets for yourself.

Capitol Hill is a very densely populated neighborhood full of apartment buildings and bustling restaurants and bars. If you work there, you live there (because it is hard to navigate by car, like NYC), and if you live there, you are probably super liberal. It’s also the center of counter-culture and LGBTQ culture in Seattle.

Are the protesters terrorizing the locals?

No, the protesters ARE the locals. They live in the many, many apartment buildings on Capitol Hill. Having lived there for years, believe me when I say “fuck the police” is a prevalent opinion there even when there isn’t a nationwide protest.

Is there looting? How are businesses protecting themselves?

The businesses are not being looted; they are open and are doing a booming business. The supply chain hasn’t been broken so they aren’t running out of goods. Also, a lot of workers / business owners ARE protesters.

I saw a picture of Seattle on fire!

Actually you saw a picture of a protest in Minnesota that Fox News pretended was Seattle because they are frauds and shills.

How big is the Autonomous Zone?

Six square blocks.

How did this situation come about?

There was a peaceful march. The mayor abruptly set a 5 pm curfew. The protesters ignored it and marched anyway. Then the police set up barricades to stop the march. The cops started using tear-gas and flash-bangs and the situation devolved from there. (You can find videos of this on Capitol Hill Blog.) What prompted the tear-gas was . . . one of the protesters thrust a pink umbrella over the barrier. Yes, really.

The situation deteriorated for several days/nights running until the police abandoned the East Precinct on Capitol Hill. The violence was very one-sided: the police attacking the protesters.

Then the police left. From what I heard the mayor ordered them out due to rumors or fears that the police station would be burned down? Which didn’t happen. Anyway, they abruptly left. As in, hired a literal moving truck and emptied out their headquarters, in almost a comedic beat.

Do you have to show your ID to enter the Autonomous Zone?

No. People come and go freely.

What’s with the physical barriers then?

They’re to keep vehicles out.

Backstory: While the protests were ongoing, a guy (whose brother was an East Precinct cop) tried to ram his car into a crowd of protesters. A brave man eating a hot dog threw himself at the side of the car, grabbed the steering wheel through the open window, and stopped him. Whereupon cop-brother-car-man shot him with a gun.

Personally I think cop-brother-car-man was planning a mass shooting because he had extra ammo taped to his hoodie sleeve. You can see the blue tape on his arm in the pic above. (The man who was shot thankfully survived. Check out those brave medics tending him while an ACTIVE SHOOTER is standing feet away!)

But anyway, that’s why there are barriers. I believe they move them aside for approved vehicles, like emergency vehicles or deliveries.

Are there people with guns roaming around?

Not on a regular basis, although I’ve heard a local gun club had some members there one night when it was rumored the Proud Boys (a Nazi group) might show up. (They didn’t.) But in general, no.

Is it scary??

No. The neighborhood is fully on board and overall there is a festive atmosphere. There are speeches about BLM, about discrimination, about what people want for the neighborhood. There are first aid stations, medics and counselors, and people offering free pizza. If you watch the livestreams, you can see people walking their dogs, out with their kids, etc.

Where will this all end?

I don’t know. The barriers can’t stay up forever and I think everyone knows that. The “Autonomous Zone” name is tongue-in-cheek, the protesters aren’t actually trying to secede from the United States. The point of all this is to force the city to listen to the people in the neighborhood, to enact change. This is a boiling over of frustration. The police have never been good-faith neighbors on Capitol Hill. And Seattle police have always been pretty racist and had a problem with excessive force.

Look at this whole situation. All the police had to do was stand back and let the protesters march; they would have marched and gone home and that would be that. All the police had to do was nothing. Instead they turned a neighborhood into a warzone.

By the way, did you know that yesterday (6/12) in a different Seattle neighborhood 60,000 people marched to support BLM? And because the city had learned its lesson about dumbass curfews, they let everyone march and nothing bad happened.

Weird how the national news didn’t report on that march, huh? Almost like they cherrypick the protests that will appear “scary” to their audience.

#CHAZ #capitol hill autonomous zone #Seattle #BLM #protests

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gumilac · 3 years

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"Psst, hey."

This is the fifth time.

"Oi-"

"Jesus Christ Kuroo, what?"

Kuroo's been a little persistent today during your study session. You kinda regret inviting him over to study at the park near your neighborhood because you haven't made any decent progress. You don't know what came over him, just a few minutes ago he was busy studying Chemistry and now he's bothering you.

"Did you know?"

"What?" you deadpan, not looking at him because you're too busy to care.

It's probably some nonsense.

"Oi, did you know?"

"What?" you continue scribbling on your notebook, trying to absorb as much as you can in your book despite Kuroo's badgering. He scoffs and rolls his eyes at you and slams his hand on top of your notebook

"Look at me," he whines and you click your tongue as he taps his hand on the poor journal. You shot your head up to glare at him and there's a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What, Kuroo?"

"Okay, good. Did you know?"

"What?" you answer in a mean tone because you're too pissed at him already for bothering you. Your patience for him is just out the window now.

"In a lifetime, a human heart can create enough energy to push a truck to the moon and back."

You jerk your head a little, scrunching your face in confusion.

Where is he going with this?

"Okay, and?"

"That means when someone says 'I love you to the moon and back'," he pauses and you nod your head for him to continue, feeling impatient with this whole ordeal.

"It means they're loving you with every ounce of energy their heart will ever create."

You nod and press your lips together in a thin smile. There's something in Kuroo's eyes as he says those words but you brush it off.

"Okay, cool. That's it?"

"Yeah."

You sigh before rolling your eyes, going back to writing in your notebook. It's a nice scientific fact, you'll give him that. But, what pisses you off is that he had to disrupt your study session just to say that.

He couldn't have waited 'till you guys were finished? It had to be when you were busy studying?

Kuroo calls out your name softly from where he sits, you'll probably snap at him but he doesn't care at all.

"What?!"

There it is.

You look up at him, shooting a glare, only to soften when you see his face. It's serious, there's a fondness in his hazel-hued eyes as he looks at you, and his brows are slightly furrowed. You tilt your head slightly as you look at him, searching his face for some type of answer as to why he's staring at you. Kuroo looks at you like your his whole world, and as everything around him slows down and blurs, you are the only thing clear to him.

Well, in reality, you really are his whole world.

The birds sing melodies, creating symphonies like the ones you hear in orchestras. It's pretty and faint accompanied by clear skies and vibrant trees. The world looks so much brighter to Kuroo as he concentrates on you.

He looks at you and sees.

Even if thoughts of you overwhelm him, every time he goes to bed, he knows. He knows he'll always choose you when the sun rises for a new day no matter what. He will love you until there comes a time a mathematician finds the true end of pi. He will fall in love with you everyday until the astrophysicists discover the formulas and solutions to prove that the galaxy isn't endless after all. The Infinite Universe Theory states that it's entirely plausible that there may be another Earth out there similar to the one we're living in. To find this planet, would take billions of years and an unimaginable amount of time. With that in mind, Kuroo will pick you every day until physicists find a planet identical to earth that has the same people. And if they do find it? He'll find you again and fall in love because he knows.

He knows.

You are, and will always be worth the wait and heartbreak he has to go through.

He may be indecisive about which college he'll go to. He's still confused as to which path he'll take in life, and everything gets blurry when he looks ahead whenever someone asks, "What're your plans for the future?". He doesn't know yet, he doesn't know if he'll continue volleyball or change career paths. He isn't sure and it haunts him as a graduating 3rd-year student of Nekoma high.

But, if there's one thing in his life that he's sure of?

It's this.

"I love you, to the moon and back."

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Hood Bakugo gives me life.

I NEED you to write about the whole UA gang in the hood because this was just *chefs kiss*

Easily in my top 5 fav fics of all time ♥♥♥

Idk what you mean by whole UA gang but here's a lil smth smth

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Bakugou in the hood is beautiful. Dating him is like a religious experience tbh. He's definitely the plug/dealer everyone's afraid of. If you owe him money or anything, I pray for you. He does not take shit lightly, you will leave his place with 4 missing toes, and if you don't pay your debt by the end of the week, you won't have any legs 🤷🏾‍♀️. Carries a glock around all the time, but you wouldnt know cause he hides it. Has a temper but it's not as bad as it used to be when he was just starting out. He sits back and watches, the kind of gangsta that doesnt do the whole 'gang signs for everything' type shit, and he's not soft. For you, yeah. For his bros, sometimes, but if he needs to kill a bitch he won't hesitate.

He loves ass. Like if you walk into his crib and you're wearing shorts??

Game over.

He'll push you down onto the plush carpet of his office and make you suck him off while he takes drags of a blunt, offering it to you while you gag around him. If you accept, he'll have you blow rings around his cock while you suck it, then when he's about to cum he'll pull you off and fuck you from the back, grabbing at your ass and cursing into the air.

Gives you a smack on the ass and a bunch of rolled hundreds so you can go shopping. Get as much shit as you want, but at the end of the day you better be in his bed.

♡♡

Denki's headass is a fake hood nigga . He's probably a super senior (got held back lmfao) cause he kept getting caught either blowing bitches backs out in the stairwell or hot boxing the bathroom. When he was in high school, he was def the type to put a speaker in his backpack and blast NBA youngboy. He throws gang signs in the hallways, not even knowing what some of them really mean.

He's been shot at multiple times.

The only reason he's not always in trouble is cause he and Bakugou grew up together. No one fucks with Bakugou's crew.

He has an unhealthy obsession with tits for sure. He sees you in a tank top or an off the shoulder and hes pulling you to a secluded corner and kissing you breathless, hands tugging and pinching at your chest.

Loves when you ride him cause he can watch your tits bounce.

Even if you dont have big ones, he still loves them, sucking at your nipples and rubbing up and down your stomach.

Leaves lots of marks.

Would die for you. Has threatened to shoot your parents for making you cry, even though all he has is a pocket knife.

Has to beg Bakugou for a glock.

♡♡

Sero is the plug. Like, Bakugou does some runs for him occasionally but Sero has everything. He's always in this really ratty recliner with a pitbull at his feet, smoking a blunt and playing some dumbass game.

He has so much money constantly, its crazy.

Even tho what he does is against the law in so many ways he's friends with all the neighborhood cops. Mans never gets in trouble LMAO.

He and Bakugou are the ones who run shit.

He loves thighs. Around the house you're only allowed to wear short shorts and thigh thighs. Or, even better, naked with thigh thighs 👀

Sadly, the last option is virtually impossible cause there's always people coming in and out.

But when he isnt working, he loves to lay you down and feast on you, making you play his game or try to finish his blunt without choking or losing.

Goes down on you for hours, won't even fuck you unless you beg for it.

Doesnt give a shit about himself when it comes to you :((

♡♡

Kirishima isnt a part of the hood LMFAO

Hes like that one friend who everyone loves but doesnt belong there.

Like Jaden, Shawn, Daeshawn, and Mark.

We love Mark.

Kiri was Bakugou's childhood best friend. He and Bakugou went on different paths, and Bakugou is a growing gangsta while Kirishima is manager in training at Game Stop.

He doesn't smoke often but when he does it's really fun.

Gets the gang discounts at the store, even tho they can all afford to buy the entire Gamestop chain.

That's why Sero has every new Play Station, Balugou has every Xbox, Denki has all the Legend of Zelda merch, Mina has a bunch of cute plushies.

He always comes in clutch 😫

He loves everything about you.

Like he cant pick a favorite body part, but loose clothing (sundresses, baggy clothes, his clothes??) Makes him lose his mind.

He will lift up whatever you're wearing finger you till your creaming all over him, then slide home and make your legs shake for days.

Feral Kirishima is not a common thing, hes usually sweet and doting, the ultimate service dom, but wear his shirt with some thigh highs or a garter belt?? Or even his uniform shirt ??

R.I.P that pussy, ayyy

♡♡

Mina is literally the most fun out of all of them.

She always has some type of substance on her, a little flask, some weed in a cute baggy, some suspicious pills, you name it.

Always dresses in juicy merch.

Shes always wearing those silky sweat outfits with the crop jackets, with a gold chain and some filas.

Nails always done, hair always done.

Ms. Girl can fight, period.

Will and has beat a bitch for you.

Don't get her mad. She angry cries, and will swing on you if needed.

She also loves everything about you, but she be staring at your ass a lot.

Doesnt care what you're wearing, she will smack it.

Shes usually more domineering. Shes definitely a switch, but she takes control in the way that she knows what she wants and she'll guide you through it, even if shes "subbing"

Loves going down on you.

She gets insecure sometimes when you wanna eat her out, but always shakes in pleasure at the end of the night, manicures nails scraping down your back and scalp as she screams your name.

You literally have no idea what she does or where she goes when she disappears randomly, but she always has cash.

No one asks questions tho

♡♡

Let me know if you want a Dekusquad or individual fic/drabble :)

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vanillanaps · 3 years

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Unthinkable | Bucky Barnes

Summary - Tired of hiding your relationship with Bucky, you decide that you’re ready to go public, but when he doesn’t have the reaction you expect, things take a turn for the worst

A/n - Unthinkable x Alicia Keys

Category - 40s!Bucky x black!Reader, angst

Warnings - well it’s the 40s with a black reader so, language, implied smut (if you squint) talks alluding to racism.

Word count - 2.0k

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A soft breeze gushed through the open space of the cracked window, filling the room with crisp air. Yours, along with his, body laid beneath the thin fabric that barely covered anything. Slick with sweat limbs were limp, chest heaving as your breathing tried to regulate. You were connected to one another, his fingertips trailing the side of your naked hip as his warm lips pressed soft kisses onto your shoulder.

“I should go soon, doll.” He muttered into your neck, a smile gracing his lips once he heard you groan. Wrapping his arms fully around your waist and pulling your body flush against his, “I know, I know. I don’t wanna go either, but I have to.”

You relished in the moment for a while longer. The way his lips felt against yours, his calloused hands following along the curves of your body, gripping it where he pleased before it all ended. Bucky pulled away from you with one last kiss. You watched him as he sat on the side of your bed, pulling his boxers up his legs and over his hips.

A quiet sigh escaped you as the dread flooded in. You hated this. Bucky quietly sneaking his way into your neighborhood, into your window to spend a few hours of the night with you. A whole 19 hours passing by before you could hold him in your arms again. Sure, you’d see him on the streets, but what good was that? You couldn’t walk over to him, hug him, hold his hand, kiss him. Hell, you would barely be able to speak to him without receiving the looks you had gotten for simply just living in your skin. But, was it worth it? Was fearing the way people viewed you worth you finally being happy in public with the love of your life? Would it be worth letting the plethora of women that came up to flirt with Bucky fly free? Countless amounts of times had you watch women walk up and flirt with your man. Of course, he’d turn them down but not without that charming smile that had them still thinking they had a chance. That charming smile that won you over in the first place.

You wanted to be able to flaunt Bucky. To tell those women that he was taken by you. To be able to tell your family that you were in a happy relationship and found someone to spend the rest of your life with. A man that you were so deeply in love with and who were ready to have a family with, but you couldn’t do that in hiding.

Your eyes followed Bucky around your room as he collected his scattered clothes, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He glanced over at you, letting you know that he was listening before pulling on his pants. Taking your lip between your teeth, watching him dress, you started second guessing yourself. What if he didn’t feel the same as you did? What if he only liked you because it was a secret? He would be satisfied with his lay for the night and was relieved in the fact that he wouldn’t be bothered by you until he would be by your window again—No, no. Bucky wouldn’t do that, Bucky loved you inside and out, he would never use you in the way that you're implying. He’d never use you in a way that you didn’t want to be used, “Doll? What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

The concern in his voice pulled you from your thoughts and pushed away all the bad ones. He sat besides you, his steel blue eyes locked into your brown ones. You finally spoke, “..What do you think of me?”

Bucky eyebrows shot up in surprise. He could tell by the look on your face that something was bothering you, but was he expecting this question? Not in a million years, “What kind of question is that?” He huffed out a laugh.

“Buck, be serious.” You pouted, pulling yourself up to lean against the headboard, using the blanket to cover your chest, “What do you think of me?”

His eyes searched your face, finally realizing that you were serious. Had he done something recently to make you doubt yourself in such a way? Had he not been showering you in enough love whenever he got a chance to see you? Did he not call you beautiful enough? Spew to you much he loved you?

He nodded taking your hand into his, letting his thumb brush over your knuckles, “Well first, I think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re gorgeous, smart, hilarious, compassionate. You’re the only woman that I have ever loved more than anything in this world. And I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you...someday.”

Someday. Someday. Someday. The word repeated over and over in your head. Someday when? Today? Tomorrow? In the near future? How could it be someday when there wasn't a day the two of you had been seen together.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Nerves taking over your entire body. It was now or never. If he loved you like he said he did, there would be no objections, “I don’t wanna hide us anymore, Bucky.”

This time, it was Bucky’s turn for his heart to beat out of his chest. Were you being serious? Where did all this come from? The two of you had a schedule and it was there for a reason.

His eyebrows furrowed as he let out a nervous chuckle, “Baby, you’re joking—right? Tell me you’re joking?”

Your chest filled with pain as the tears bubbled in your eyes, pulling your hand from his grasp as you cleared your throat desperately not wanting to cry, “I’m serious, James.” His face dropped at the usage of his first name. He hated when you called him that. It was too serious—too formal. James didn’t feel like him. To you, he was Bucky, baby. Now you sat here calling him by his government, it definitely wasn’t a joke.

“But, why? Why would you want that? I mean, we do this for a reason, Doll.” He expressed, trying to reach out for your hand again only for you to push it away as you scrabbled out of the bed, scanning the room for your clothes now as he took your spot from watching on the bed.

“Why would I want that? Maybe because I’m sick and tired of us having to hide. Seeing you for what? 5 hours out of the 24 of the day? Sometimes even longer due to us working, or just having separate lives completely?” You ranted, pulling your undergarments on, picking up your dress from hours before and tossing it in the hamper, “I want to be seen with you, Bucky. I want to be able to kiss and hug you without a care in the world. Walk down the street holding your hand. Cuddle up with you at the theatre while watching a movie. I want to tell those girls that come up to that you’re taken! I don’t want to watch from the sidelines anymore! I’ve been doing it for a year and I don’t want to be your dirty little secret anymore!”

“Y/n, lower your voice before someone gets suspicious.” Bucky told you as he stood from his spot on your bed and made his way over to you, stopping you from wandering around the room. You were frustrated and he could tell by the way you had started cleaning in the middle of your rant, “Look at me.” He pleaded, face following yours as you turned it in every way trying to avoid him, but eventually his hand came up to grab your chin, forcing your face to stay still as his eyes came in contact with yours, “I hear you baby, loud and clear. I love you and I’d never want you to feel unhappy or insecure in our relationship—but we do this for a reason. Do you have any idea about the things people will say about you? The looks you’ll get? Baby we can’t, not now at least.”

“What can they say about me that they already haven’t, Bucky?” You sighed, finally letting that tear slip down your cheek, “I don’t care about them, I care about you! I care about us! And this—situation we have is hurting me.”

“I’m just trying to protect you.” He tried explaining.

You pushed his hand away, moving away from his body as you walked to the opposite side of the room, “Trying to protect me or trying to protect you?”

“Excuse me?” Bucky was taken back by your words.

Your tongue ran over your now dried lips, the saltiness from your tears now lingered on your taste buds, “How can you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me when you don’t even want to be seen in public with me?”

Now it was his turn to get defensive, “Don’t put words into my mouth.”

“How else am I supposed to take it?! What are you protecting me from, hmm? Have you listened to anything I’ve said?! People are going to talk about me because I’m just me. Simply because my skin is darker than yours and theirs.Whether I’m with you or not! I don’t care about what people think of me, if I did they would’ve ran me out of this town a long time ago. The only opinion I care about is yours!” You argued, “But clearly you do care about what everyone else says.”

Bucky stood there, shocked and confused. Just a few days ago, you were perfectly confined in what the two of you had been doing for over a year now. What had drastically changed that had you wanting to risk it all, “Yes, Y/n, I do care because I don’t want to sit and listen to people shit talk the girl I’m in love with! I want to marry you! I will marry you! I’ll propose to you right now and go out to get you a ring. I will do anything to make you happy and you know that. Why can’t you do this for me and just be patient?”

“Patient ‘till when? No matter where we go, we will get looks from people, Bucky! There’s no stopping that!” You were exasperated. This was getting nowhere, he was hellbent on staying a secret and you were the exact opposite. You were foolish to ever think this would work. Not in these times, “It’s getting late. Maybe you should just go.”

“So that’s it? You’re gonna kick me out now?” He questioned, waiting for response, but when your eyes never left the ground he got his answer. Bucky shook his head as put his shoes on before grabbing his jacket and going over to your window, opening it more. His escape route since it caused less attention than your front door. He glanced back at you one more, “I love you.” If possible, you’d be able to hear his heart shatter into a thousand pieces when you didn’t return your affection. There was never a time he didn’t leave you without the both of you saying I love you. This has done it now.

You watched from the corner of your eye as he left through the window. You waited a minute before going over to check if he was clear as you shut the window. Not a moment passed by before the tears began rolling. You questioned how a simple request had turned into this whole fiasco. You should’ve listened to your gut and never asked that stupid question because now everything you worked for, had gone to waste. All the love and commitment that had been put into your relationship was in the trash. Guess it wasn’t meant to be after all.

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all for her [4]

pairing: bartender!dad!tom x female!reader

summary: a single-dad bartender, a supportive best friend and their continuous, unrequited love noticed by his optimistic daughter. is it possible to break a heart they never knew they had?

word count: 10.2k!

a/n: it’s been more than a month... again... but i really hope you guys enjoy the bow to tie this series together. i do apologize this was more dad!tom than it was bartender!tom... i wish i got to spend so much more time on it with school going on, but i’m really proud of it!!! and i’m so grateful and happy for all the feedback i’ve gotten on it. thank y’all so much and your support means so much for my love for writing! if you want a epilogue, please let me know!

— masterlist ☆彡

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There was something about the morning that was so peaceful. The warm light of the sun peered through the curtains and trailed onto the duvet and part of your arm, moving across your body until it beamed in your tired eyes. Your hair had a musty smell from the rain last night, not having the energy to shower after what happened. You ran your hand over Tom’s side of the bed, the cotton sheets soft against your palm until you pressed your weight onto it to lift yourself up.

The cracks in your back echoed the room, running your fingers through your hair to push it out of your face before putting it up to not be overwhelmed by the smell. As you stretched the rest of your body, you slid over the sheets until your toes hit the cold wooden floor. You got a jolt up your spine before grabbing Tom’s grey sweatshirt on the back of his desk chair, quickly slipping it over your body to warm up from the chilliness of the fall. You could tell winter was upon you, excited to get a light blanket of snow soon.

When you walked over to the dresser, your hands held on each of the drawer handles about to pull until you took a second look at the picture set on the top. A small smile painted on your lips, reminiscing the fond memory like the picture was moving in real life. It was Summer’s first snowfall and despite her name, she loved the winter.

You bought her a big, pink coat with gloves dangled by end of the sleeves that paired with a knitted hat that covered her ears. The three of you were stood outside of the apartment and propped the camera on a window seal as the big flurries fell. With Summer on Tom’s shoulders, you stood close to him and wore his denim jacket and black beanie. Tom liked to keep it, remembering it was one of the first times his life felt whole again since he was gifted with Summer.

After brisking through Tom’s top drawer, not believing how he didn’t organize his socks, you found white, crew socks and slipped them on before walking to the door and carefully turned the doorknob. The sounds of chirping birds could be heard from behind the windows in the living room and no honking cars to wake up the neighborhood, as if everything had fallen back into it’s perfect place.

Summer’s door was cracked open, enough that when you peaked in, you could see her and Tom snuggled on her twin bed. It made Tom look bigger than he was, seeing the pink duvet covering them and his arms were wrapped around her. You were happy to see them together, better than having to walk past an empty room again and Tom asleep on the couch.

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She sobbed when she got home, relieved to be home and she missed Tom so much. Her arms were tight around his neck and her legs were squeezing around his waist, so it was almost impossible for him to put her down. With her head tucked in his shoulder, the somber cries she whimpered broke his heart as they walked into the apartment. At first they sat on the couch and he ran his hand over her damp hair till it air-dried, forgetting that it was in the middle of the night and all of you needed to go to bed.

“Daddy, can you sleep with me? Please.” Summer asked, her voice so innocent and tired.

“Of course. Of course…” Tom trailed, kissing her temple and rubbing her back. His tears wouldn’t stop either, trailing down his cheeks as he continued to embrace her while they sat together.

They were parted for a month, but it felt like years to them.

“I’m gonna warm up some clothes for her and give her bath, okay?” You put your hand on Tom’s shoulder, rubbing it as he nodded in response.

Summer instantly attached to you when you pulled her away from Tom, uncoiling her arms from his touch and she held you like she was hanging in mid-air. You carried her to the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you. After wrapping her casted arm in saran wrap and a plastic bag, you helped her get in the bath then shampooed her hair gently and gave her rag to wash up.

She was getting older now, wanting to already be more independent, but you wanted to make sure she didn’t drown if she fell asleep or hit her head on the side of the tub. With her small eyes heavy and body like jello, you were careful with her as she yawned every two minutes. Her sniffling made your heart tremble, but you’re relieved that she just had your number and was able to call. You admired how smart she was and couldn’t believe she was growing up so fast.

After warming her favorite pajamas in the dryer, you helped her change in her bedroom and combed through her wet hair with a comb. She was sat on the bed, but her eyes kept fluttering at the relaxing feeling of the brush massaging against her scalp. Putting some fuzzy socks on her feet, you tucked her into bed. The whole time, Tom had to stay in the living room trying to compose himself, his hands pressed against his temples and his head down.

You carefully closed Summer’s door, but not all the way, just so the hall light didn’t peak in. When you walked over and saw Tom, you slowly approached him and squated down to be face to face with him. Tom had his hands on his face, still unable to process everything that happened. His clothes were soaked and his hair was wet, but you still ran your hands through it to comfort him.

“Hey… she’s okay. She’s already asleep.” You reassured him, placing your hand on his knee.

Tom lifted his head, his eyes were red around the waterline and the whites of them were bloodshot. Your thumb gently ran on his tinted cheek, sealing your lips as you waited for him to say anything.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sniffed, running his hand over his wet curls, slicking them back.

Your eyes glossed, “What do you mean? Tom, she’s back home.”

Tom sniffled, his wrist against his nose to rub off his tears and his hand trembling, “Yeah, but, w-what if this isn’t enough? What if she… is taken again? What happens then?” His breath shaky, already overwhelmed.

Your heart kept breaking, seeing him fall even more apart. “You got her, she’s here now. There’s nothing else you need to do other than go in there because all she wants right now is her dad. Okay?” You softly told him, running your hand along his knee.

“I just can’t lose her again.”

You shook your head, “No, no, You won’t. You won’t and I’ll tell you that a thousand times more. You love her and no matter what happens, you’re gonna find a way. We’re gonna find a way.”

Tom nodded, your foreheads gently pressed together before you cupped his cheek, your lips trembling as they planted a light kiss on his nose and trailed to his lips. You felt Tom’s hand place on the back of your hair, raking his fingers through it as you nuzzled your face into his neck with your arms wrapped around him. Both of you sniffled, complete messes, but you had to pull yourselves together for Summer and be there for her now that she was home.

“Get changed then get some sleep, okay?” You told him, getting back on your feet and reaching a hand out to him. After he lifted up on his feet, you playfully pushed his back as he started walking away. A sigh of relief left your lips as you plopped on the couch, taking some time to come down from the adrenaline as well. It could be compared to the end of a classic symphony, when the cymbals rhythmic banging and high notes of the violins all come to a halt followed by the final boom of the drums. It was all over.

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The warm sunshine beamed against the pale yellow walls of Summer’s room when you peaked in. You glared at the two of them in their still slumber, not wanting to disturb them this early so you carefully closed the door. You held the doorknob to the left, slowly letting it go until you heard the click of the the bolt.

Tom wasn’t able to tell you the conversation last night between him and Maggie, but it didn’t feel important since he was able to have Summer back. While you spited her and wanted to hate her, you didn’t want to butt your life into his past. You knew that if it really bothered Tom, he would tell you, but all that mattered was that your girl was home and you both couldn’t have been happier about it.

An hour later, Tom appeared from the bedroom with Summer on his hip. With her head rested on his shoulder and a pout on her lips, you chuckled as you admired their mirrored, tired expressions.

“The resemblance is uncanny.” You jeered, leaning with your back toward the counter with a cup of tea in your hands.

Tom’s lazy smile was angelic, a half-grin on his lips before he pressed a soft kiss against your temple.

“Good morning, babe.” He said in a groggy tone.

“Morning.” You grinned, smiling and running your hand gently over the top of Summer’s hair, “She must be exhausted. We’re you both able to sleep at all last night?”

“Yeah, but I think she can skip school today. I’ll call in a few minutes... I wanna stay here for the rest of the day with her or at least, until I have work.” Tom said at a whisper, setting Summer on the couch and she stirred in her light sleep. He placed the blanket on the arm of the sofa over her body, tucking it between her and the couch to keep her warm.

“I think that’s great. It was a long night for her.” You sighed as Tom walked back over to you, “God, I can’t get her voice out of my head when I heard her on the phone... When she asked for us to come pick her up, I panicked and I just-”

“You did the right thing, babe. I got it all taken care of… well, at least a bit right now… Crap, I almost forget, I have to make sure her follow up appointment for her arm is next Wednesday.” Tom comforted you, rubbing your shoulders before his hands cupped your face. He left another kiss on the center of your forehead before he sat at the kitchen table. You set a cup of tea infront of him and he wrapped his hand around the mug handle, bringing it to his lips and the strong scent of lemon waking him up.

You placed your cup on the counter, wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck from behind, still stood while he relaxed his back against the chair.

“Is your dad gonna call later?” You asked him, kissing the top of his head and laying your cheek against his hair.

He nodded as he took another sip, “Yeah, we’re gonna talk about the lawyer stuff. Maybe I can ask him what I can do about… Summer and dealing with custody.” Tom said, a bit unsure with a furrowed brow.

His hand gently came up, rubbing your forearm as you still had your arms around him. His thumb smoothly ran over your soft skin as you leaned your head down, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“We’ll figure it all out.” You whispered against his ear, “And if all else fails, we’ll move to Europe and change our identities.”

Tom’s chuckle erupted, his smile gleaming as he bought the palm of your hand up to kiss.

“You know, I need your jokes sometimes. Just to realize how much you hold me down.” Tom jeered, but meant what he said.

As you unwound your arms from him, your hand ran across his shoulders before you looked down at him and tilted his chin up. Everything about him was taken with time, his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown and the features in his face were carved in perfectly. You loved the crinkles by his eyes when he smiled wide or laughed hard, remembering it was one of the reasons you loved to make him laugh.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Ready to be back in dad mode?” You grinned, rubbing his back.

“As much as I can be.”

With that, you turned around and his eyes followed you down the hall. From the way you stood on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf for linens and how you put your tongue between your lips, he could list a million different reasons to be in love with you. He couldn’t have found a fatal flaw other than being too nice when it wasn’t necessary. You had so much love to give and Tom had known that since you were kids, thinking about the times you left animal crackers by the weeping willow by the playground at school. You’d hope the fun-shaped crackers would give it some nutrients, making it not be sad anymore and Tom, only nine years old, didn’t have the heart to tell you that squirrels would steal them.

That attitude hadn’t changed as you got older, always seeing you pull through your worst and most stressful times. Especially throughout college, Tom had tried to be as much as he could to be your best friend without letting his feelings shift platonic affection. He didn’t expect you to stay around much when Summer appeared on his doorstep, wondering if you would push away from the sudden commitment he took on. But, he laid down one day and realized it wasn’t like you to keep your distance when something this drastic happened. What he didn’t know is that you were all in from the start. Since the day you met until right here and right now, you weren’t leaving each other no matter what or who tried to come between you.

As Tom finished his tea and you were in the shower, Summer slowly stirred out of her sleep and got up from the couch. In her matching, lavender pajamas, she pushed her hair out of her face before walking up to Tom. He chuckled at her lazy daze, but he opened his arms and she crawled into them to sit on his lap.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He chuckled, kissing her temple repeatedly.

“Good morning, daddy.” She mumbled and wiped her eyes with the back of her non-casted hand.

“What are we feeling this morning? Cereal? Pancakes? Maybe that oatmeal you like, the cinnamon and apples flavor?” Tom asked her, wanting to spoil her with anything he could.

“Can I have pears with cinnamon, please?” Summer asked, looking into her father’s eyes.

Tom lifted her as he stood up, “Of course, you can. Whatever your little heart desires.” He smiled, placing her in the chair and kissing the top of her messy hair.

When he walked over to the fruit bowl by the corner of the kitchen counter, Summer shifted to sitting on her knees with her elbows against the table so she could watch Tom make her breakfast.

“Daddy?” She asked, her voice so benevolent.

“Yes?” Tom replied with his back still toward her.

“Do I have to go back there? To the lady’s house? Because… I don’t wanna go back there. That lady was mean and I didn’t like her.” She summarized, tracing her short and tiny fingers along the wood of the kitchen table.

Tom turned around, pausing his chopping and he didn’t know what to say in the first few seconds.

“You never have to go back there unless you want to, okay? I promise you. We keep our promises, remember?” Tom reminded her with a soft tone.

“You promised I didn’t have to stay there, but you left me there.” She pouted, not making eye contact with him.

A chill ran up his spine, this conversation worrying him since the day he dropped her off and made that unforeseen promise. The first promise he didn’t know he would break. He didn’t want to lie to her, but even with the sake of that being for Maggie’s benefit, he still knew he lied. Tom presumed Summer would forget that he promised not to leave her there, remembering how assured she was it was just a weekend, but it had been a month and Tom wondered what went through her mind now.

“I know, sweetheart… but, I promise. You’re here for good.” Tom walked back over and she finally looked up at him, her eyes glassy.

“Okay, daddy.” She muttered, but he had to hug her. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to second guess everything and get too comfortable before something worse could happen.

“I love you, kid.” Tom said, kissing the top of her head again.

After Tom gave Summer her breakfast, she could barely keep her head up to bring the fork to her mouth. He knew she was overtired from the night before, so he brought her back to the couch to rest and leave on some cartoons at a low volume. He laid down too, of course, her on top of him and her head was against his chest. Oddly, she laid flat against him and she was stiff as a board, her hair in her face and her mouth slightly gapped. A few times she’d twitch in her sleep and it made Tom nervous, thinking something was wrong, but it was his heightened protectiveness and he knew he couldn’t keep remaining on edge about her being taken away again. It was hard to not think that now, but Tom knew once she got used to the feeling of home again, everything will go back to normal. Blood or not, she was his daughter and he was her father and no one could take that away from them.

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A few hours pass and Tom expected a call from his dad any second so, he suggested that you and Summer go out for a bit to avoid the conversation. After she got dressed and you put on her jacket, the two of you got your shoes on by the door. Summer sat on the ground, grabbing the black and white converses off the shoe rack and carefully used the bunny ears technique on her laces.

“Loop… loop and pull.” She mumbled, pulling at the thread coils.

As you slipped on your sneakers, Tom walked out from the bathroom and smiled at Summer sat, her face contorting as she concentrated on the knot.

“Daddy, look, I did it!”

“Good job, kid!” He chuckled, helping her on her feet, “So, did you and Y/N find out what you’re gonna do?”

“We’re gonna see the duckies!” She giggled and you nodded to her statement.

“Ah, sounds like fun. I wish I could come, but maybe this weekend. We can go after your doctor’s appointment.” Tom proposed and Summer nodded frantically, her hair bouncing and moving around.

You grinned, “Alright, we’re gonna go. You need anything while we’re out?”

Tom’s eyes gleamed at the sight of your smile, “No, I’m good.”

“Okay, We’ll see you soon.” You grin, giving him a light kiss.

Summer giggled to herself before she grabbed your hand, leading the way out the door. Tom chuckled before he shut the door behind you and he sighed, starting to feel the pieces fall back together. Throughout the time Summer was away, he didn’t realize in the moment how you stayed. It was just that simple and even imagining the future, he saw your face. Everything between you two had lead up to this moment and he knew it in his heart that there was a reason for something bringing the both of you together. He wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual or he’d let too many movies get to his head, but somehow fate seemed in his favor. He wished he could have changed some things to please others with the bridges he’s burnt through his life and with his family, but he wouldn’t change his entire life if it didn’t have you or Summer in it.

As you strolled to the park, you couldn’t stop smiling as you talked to Summer. She went on about how she wanted to make Christmas cookies already and how many people had signed her cast, almost no room to even squeeze in another. She was an extrovert by heart, just like her dad and how charismatic he could be once he opens up. You held her hand when you crossed streets and you followed her close when you wondered around the market to get the bread to feed the ducks. After checking out, you two walked to your favorite park, the one she missed so much, to the bench you always sat at that was a few feet away from the pond.

“That one’s name is… Marty.” She said, squatting by the edge of the grass.

You were sat in the grass with your legs crossed, “And that one’s name?” You pointed to the duck with a white tail.

“...Allen.” She giggled, tossing another piece of bread in the water.

You chuckled, “And which one is your favorite?”

“I like Dorothy and Duke because they’re a couple.” She said as she ripped up another piece of bread.

“How do you know they’re together?”

“Because they kiss sometimes. They love each other, just like you and daddy.” Summer replied, looking at the bread as she bunched it up and threw it in the water.

A heat rose to your cheeks, “I guess you’re right.” You chuckled a bit as you watched her keep throwing the bread, watching the ducks swoop it up with their beaks as they passed by.

She turned to you, “Y/N.”

“Summer.” You smiled.

“Are you and my daddy gonna get married? You guys kiss now and people who get married kiss too.” She said in her explanation of what love was to her.

“Well… We’re together now, but we’re not getting married.” You tried to explain in a soft tone, wanting her to understand.

“But, I want you to be my mommy.” She squinted her eyes looking toward you because the sun was in her eyes, her nose scrunched as well.

You sighed, “I’m your best friend and I’m always gonna be here for you.” You could promise her that much, but you didn’t want to say what you really thought, not wanting her to get an permanent image in her head.

She pouted, but didn’t respond at first. It’s like she was gathering her thoughts together before saying what was on her mind.

“I hate that lady I stayed with. She was mean and didn’t tell me bedtime stories.” She mumbled as she sat with you, gently pulling at the grass.

You nodded, “You don’t hate her.”

“I did! She was mean. She’s not my mommy. She’s like the evil queen in Snow White.” She protested, her eyes widening as her voice emphasized.

“Summer, she’s your mom.” You sighed.

“Cinderella’s mommy was mean.” She pointed out.

It almost made you chuckle at how persistent she was, but nevertheless, you told her, “Well, you don’t have to see her until you want to, okay? Your dad isn’t gonna let that happen again, neither will I.”

Summer got up, pushing her hands against the grass before she moved closer to you. She rested her head against your shoulder as she coiled her arm around yours, holding you tight as the two of you watched the ducks float by, some of them swimming alongside their ducklings. The light breeze kept you cool, blowing your hair out of your face, and the kids laughing as they ran around.

Meanwhile, Tom was pacing the kitchen with his phone practically glued to his ear. His dad told him about his options, laying out the routes they could take for this settlement to be as easy as it could be without there being any loopholes. With Tom’s bruises healing, he still had to go to follow up appointments for his concussion and his dad thinks it’s enough to let Tom be heard by the judge.

His court appearance was coming up, but Tom’s dad would come with him to make sure everything went as they were planning. It was nice to feel connected to his dad again, maybe not under these circumstances, but he felt supported again and maybe he was all this time. Tom’s anger had masked that his dad did genuinely care for him, it was his stepmom’s doing that wedged them apart and Tom was still trying to figure out how to deal with her, but he wanted to maintain his relationship with his dad as well as try to mend the shifty one with his mom.

“So, we’ll meet at the courthouse on the 20th, 10a.m.” Tom stated.

His dad nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

Tom chuckled, “Thanks so much… for everything.”

“I’m your dad, you don’t have to thank me. If you did, it would be your first words.” His dad jeered, sitting back in his office chair.

“Yeah…” Tom trailed, “Hey, are you guys doing… anything big for Thanksgiving?”

His dad was surprised, his eyebrows raised as he replied, “Uh, yeah. Have a few friends over, maybe your uncle Ted and Aunt Lorriane. There’s always room for more.” His dad smiled.

“Well, I was thinking that, maybe, me and Y/N came come… and Summer, of course.” Tom gulped, tucking his hand under his other arm as he leaned against the counter.

“Yeah, we’d love to have you. Of course, we’d love to have you.” His dad was surprised by how open-minded Tom was becoming.

“I think it would be great after… all this. You know? And I want you guys to meet Y/N.” Tom shrugged.

“We’d love that too… how are things with her after everything?” Tom’s dad followed up, smiling to himself.

Tom bit his bottom lip, “She’s been so… supportive. It’s crazy how supportive she’s been… I don’t think I could have gotten through all of this without her. She’s always been there for Summer and… I think I want her in my life forever.” He chuckled, finally admitting it out loud and even surprising himself.

Tom’s dad chuckled, “You sound pretty serious.”

“I really am… I’m gushing, but I don’t think I could have gotten through any of this if I didn’t have her.” Tom trailed, tracing his finger along the table.

“Well it’s nice to have someone have your back through something tough like this and she’s a nice girl… and Summer is comfortable with her?”

“Yeah, they’re actually hanging out at the park right now.”

His dad smiled to himself for a few seconds, turning in his chair to face his desk, “I remember when your mom and I met, it was the year before you were born.

Tom arched his eyebrow, “Wow, you guys got married that… fast?”

“Yeah, yeah. I took the morning train to this internship I had in Massachusetts. When I had to get home, she worked at the ticketing booth for a few weeks, but I thought she was cute so… instead of getting one of those reusable cards, I just went to her every night for the train back home. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I kept asking for a ticket that went the opposite way of where I actually lived.”

“Sappy.” Tom chuckled, surprised and not knowing this. He realized he never really asked since his parents had been separated more years than they were together.

“Once I told her, we went on a few dates, I got a card and… we got married six months later, I think. Then, we had you less than a year later.”

“But, didn’t you guys… miss out on just being in your twenties?” Tom replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

His dad shrugged, the memories all surging in at once, “Well, we knew we loved each other… at the time. We would have rather gotten married then and figured out if we were meant to be than to not do it at all, I guess… and we got a great kid out of it.”

A smile curled up on Tom’s lips, surprised by how his dad felt about his mom or at least how they used to feel about one another. He always imagined that they lived an ordinary lives, pretending that they used to be in love when they don’t talk unless it’s through Tom. He knew there was probably more to their story, but from what he just heard now, Tom believed that there’s a reason for you in his life more than co-parenting or being his best friend. There’s a reason why you’re still together throughout all this. Why it took so long to realize that he loved you more than “just platonic”. You had faith in each other.

“I’m sure your mom remembers it more than me, but we had fun.” His dad added, clicking his pen.

“Yeah, I should probably call her soon. I don’t even know where she is.”

“Paris… I talked to her the other day about the whole… well, your situation and I didn’t want to say anything but, she was thinking of surprising you... She wanted to take time off because of what I told her..” Tom’s dad spilled.

Tom felt his face heart up from the sudden announcement, “Well, that’s mom.”

“She’ll be excited to know everything’s going okay, I’m sure.”

Tom smiled, “Yeah… everything’s perfect.”

After the lengthy conversation Tom had with his dad, they eventually hung up and there was a silence that fell in the apartment. Instead of feeling the loneliness he did for those few weeks, he was anticipated for you two to come home and all three of you could have dinner, maybe talk about what your plans were for Thanksgiving and Christmas. There was so much he looked forward to now, even more so now that he was assured that you were the one for him, but he was scared that there was some chance he wasn’t the one for you. It’s not like favors worked for him through life, so it was easy to be skeptical about this, but all that mattered was the risk of taking a shot and trying not to let the universe get to him.

His wandering thoughts paused when the front door unlocked, already seeing Summer slipping through and she practically jumped into Tom’s arms while he was still sat down. She crawled on top of him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms wrapped around her as well.

“How was the park?” He chuckled, glancing at you coming in.

You set your purse and Summer’s backpack on the wall hooks, “Good, saw the duckies and even some turtles… and we named each one of them.” You grinned, walking over and leaning against the counter.

“You should have come, daddy! There were so many!” Summer giggled, her loose tooth crooked on the front, bottom teeth.

“Ah, well, they’ll be there tomorrow and the day after that and even the day after that. We can go next week too, kid.” He grinned and she hugged him tight, leaning on him and their faces pressed together. Tom felt the instant warmth Summer radiated, even if it was cold outside.

“Promise?” She asked.

“Pinky swear.” He said, holding out his hand with his fingers tucked into his hand with just his pinky out.

She held hers out, carefully wrapping it around his and he chuckled, giving her a quick eskimo kiss before Summer crawled off of him.

“Hey, why don’t you wash your hands… make sure you don’t get water in the cast. Then, we can have an early dinner in front of the TV. How does that sound?” Tom suggested and you nodded in agreement.

“Okay, daddy.” Summer nodded back, her eyes sparkling and she took off into the bathroom. You two heard her take the stool out, the wood shifting against the tiled bathroom before the sink turned on.

Tom turned to you as he got up, a warm smile painted on his lips as he stood toe to toe with you.

“Why are you smiling so much? Good news, I assume.” You grinned, crossing your arms and leaning more against the counter.

“I can’t smile at my beautiful and lovely girlfriend?” Tom swooned.

As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he ran his hands down your side before placing them on your hips. You couldn’t hide your smile either, leaning in without thinking twice about it and brushing your nose against his. As your lips pressed together, slowly and tenderly, his hands slid into the back pockets of your jeans to pull you closer. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, nothing too harsh, but you could feel his warmth curling around you, squeezing your body gently and feeling this instant sense of complete comfortable.

You giggled against his lips, pulling away and he slightly tilted his head, moving your stray hair behind your ear to see your face. The two of you didn’t need words when every piece seemed to be falling back into place.

“Okay, my hands are clean!” Summer yelled from the bathroom, making you two break your kiss with more laughter. She ran from the bathroom and into the kitchen, running up to Tom and leaning on his leg.

Tom smiled as he leaned down, wrapping his arm around Summer’s torso and pulled her up as if she weighed like nothing. Her giggles sent him happiness, ever since she was a baby and could only wrap her hand around his finger. She sat on his hip, coiled around her dad like adhesive and you couldn’t help but grin and rub her back.

“Can we have mac and cheese?” She asked Tom.

“You can have whatever your little heart desires, kid.” Tom kissed her temple, setting her back down.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” Tom promised, his hand tickling her stomach and a warm burst of laugh left her mouth.

Her sneakers touched the floor, watching her run to the cabinet with the pots and pans. As you watched them collect what they needed to start dinner, their voices seemed to fade away, like they were in another room and a wall stood tall between. A muffling to their tones as they stood in front of the stove, but you leaned by the kitchen door frame with your arms crossed. You were happy, more than over the moon to see Summer back where she belonged, but how long would it be until another conflict arose? What if Tom couldn’t claim custody… would he crumble again and you would have to help him pick up the pieces all over again? If he wasn’t her biological father, where did that leave you? You wanted what was best for the both of them, but you didn’t want it to lead to arguments and more confusion for her if she couldn’t even stand her own mother.

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Tossing and turning, the mattress creaked beneath you while trying to fall asleep. Your brows furrowed, trying to settle your head into the pillow but it was like trying to slumber on a rocky sea. You laid your back flat once you gave up, staring at the ceiling with the strip of light from the streetlight outside. It’s like you could hear anything from a five-mile radius, suddenly you picked up on the tiniest sound and it was like someone poking your neck with a needle. Trying to drown out the noises, you heard the deadbolt unlock from the creak you left in the door. You felt frozen, hearing the keys drop on the table by the door.

Tom sighed, a long breath passing his lips as he run his hands through soft, brown curls. The clock on the wall told 2:45 a.m., not expecting to stay out this late, but he was making such good tips that it would have been silly to leave. As he entered the bedroom, his tired brown eyes laid on you, under the covers. His hand dug into his back pocket, pulling out the wad of dollar bills and placing them on the dresser.

You still closed your eyes, hearing his belt buckle unclip and the dressers open, his hands rummaging through some of his clothes. You wondered if you should say something, anything, knowing your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts, enough that it couldn’t let you go to sleep.

The weight lifted off Tom’s sore feet, his body sinking into the bed as he carefully shifted himself under the covers, trying not to wake you. With your back turned to him, Tom got comfortable and warm with the duvet insulating him, moving his hands under his head. Silence fell in the room, nothing but the crickets chirping in the night.

You slowly turned on your other side, facing Tom with your face snug against your pillow. Seeing him made you forget all of those heavy thoughts, the ones about him and your future, but you couldn’t just make it go away from the sight of his pretty eyes.

“Hey, sorry, did I wake you?” His voice groggy.

“No, I’ve been up for a while..” You trailed, your hands by your chest.

“What’s keeping you up?”

Tom turned on his side, his hand against his head as his elbow pushed into the pillow.

You sighed, “You know I love you, right?” You sealed your lips, trying to keep eye contact with him.

He chuckled, crinkles by the sides of his eyes, “I love you too… What’s going on?”

Tom’s fingers moved your hair from your forehead, his hand planting to your cheek and his thumb brushing against your cheek, “What’s going through your head, babe?” He asked, his voice always comforting.

You placed your hand on top of his, moving your intertwined hands to your chest, “Whatever happens with Summer, I want you to know that… I’m there for you. I know I’ve said it a million times before, but… I’m not her mom. I’m her best-friend… but, I don’t know if I can be a mom.” You trailed, squeezing his hand.

“But, you’re practically-”

“I’m not. At the end of the day, I’ve helped you.. I’ve done everything I can for her. But, you’re her father. Even if the papers don’t say it, deep down and full-heartedly, you’re her father, but… she has a mom.”

Tom gave your hand a squeeze, “You want me to keep Maggie in Summer’s life?... No, no way. She didn’t care for her until now and it was all because she was selfish.”

“Exactly. I know you don’t see it now but, she needs to have some connection to her mom. If it doesn’t work out that way then… that’s fair. I think things just got off the wrong foot the more I think about it. I mean, what if I’m not enough and-”

“Hey, hey… you are enough. You’re more than enough.” Tom said, his tone soft.

You barely grimaced, still holding his hand as if he was slipping through your fingers. Suddenly, everything went quiet and it was just the two of you in your own little world. His hand securely locked yours and was against your chest, feeling your heart pound for the first few seconds until it went back to its steady beat.

“One day at a time. You and me.” Tom promised.

You replied with a nod and Tom kissed the center of your forehead, trailing to your nose before you shifted closer to him and curled up to embrace the warmness between your bodies. His arm moved behind your neck and around your shoulder, like being in a safety net.

For a few minutes, his fingers slowly carded through the back of your hair, a relaxing comfort as you fell into a deep sleep with knowing you were protected in his arms. Tom stayed up longer than he should have, watching the red-lit minutes change on the clock by his bedside, but he wanted to make sure you were asleep because you needed the rest. A few times, you’d nuzzle your face against his chest, shifting your arms around him and he adjusted his grip around you with the shift of your position.

“I love you.” He whispered, even though he knew you were asleep.

It wasn’t so scary to say out loud anymore. He was so happy about it, he lazily smiled while his eyes began to feel heavy and they fluttered as he also fell asleep right next to you. For once, his world truly was at peace and looking up. The grin on his face lost the tension on the corners of his mouth, light snores between the two of you. Until, he suddenly jolted out of his slumber when there was a light touch on his back shoulder.

Tom shot his head up, a quick breath through his nose before his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He saw Summer standing by his bed, her hair in a bun with her fly-aways highlighted from the streetlight coming in from the window behind her. Just like her dad, she had the same exhausted look on her small face and all she wanted was to be with him. As much as she thought she wanted to be on her own, her thinking six was practically grown, Summer couldn’t deny she was a daddy’s girl.

“Daddy…” She whispered.

“W-What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tom cleared his throat, carefully leaning over to the other side of the bed.

“Can I sleep with you and Y/N? I had a bad dream...” Summer maintained her whisper.

“Of course… hop in. Get between us.”

Summer pulled herself up, crawling over Tom as he pulled down the covers between the two of you. Your sleep was deep enough that you didn’t budge but, Summer still slid in carefully and faced toward Tom. He wrapped his arm around her, facing her and you and he realized how long it had passed since that’d done this. He knew his days of checking for monsters in the closet and under the bed would run up soon, as well as walking her up to school and holding her hand. The more he thought about how much he cared about her, the less the paternity test meant to him. It couldn’t erase all the memories they’ve made and the hardships they faced. Moments like this were the reason he was her father, not some test.

Of course, he was filled with anxieties and dread that she would push away if he told her the truth, but he couldn’t worry about that now because she was and will always be his family. He’d rather him than a deadbeat be her father, happy to protect her from the evil and bad and there to sing her a lullaby if the night seemed to dark and mysterious, filled with make believe beings that she thought were so real or even holding her hand tight as she stepped over cracks on the sidewalk. Happy, sad, angry, sick, anything, Tom wanted to be there for every moment and even when she has her own family.

The thought of her growing up in the blink of an eye could make him tear up when she fit so perfectly in his arms, so small and delicate and more than ready to see the world even though Tom thought the world wasn’t ready fo her.

“Daddy, too tight.” She warned, her voice muffled in his chest.

“Sorry.” He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

A few hours later, the sun slowly rose over the horizon and shined through the windows by each side of the bed. The birds chirped, some landing on the fire escape outside, while the cars drove on the street below along with occasional dogs barking from passing one another.

As you moved your face against the pillow, your eyes fluttered open as a small smile curled up on your tired face. Waking up to the sight of Summer asleep on top of Tom was something you could get used to. You reached out, running your hand over her back before pushing her hair out of her face. Her cheek was against his chest, making her lips a bit pursed and eyebrows rested. You leaned your head against Tom’s shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck and giving him a light kiss on the start of his jaw.

After a few minutes, Tom stirred out of his sleep, comfortable when he woke up next to his two girls. You lifted your head to look at him, smiling with both of you sharing lazy glances.

“Good morning… How’d you sleep?” You asked him, low enough to not wake Summer.

“Perfect.” Tom grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

The morning went by quickly and the next moment, the three of you were in the car and driving to Summer’s school. Tom’s knuckles were practically snow white from how tight he was gripping the stirring wheel and his back straight against the seat as if he were being tailed by someone but the roads were mostly empty.

His jaw clenched, a nervousness building up in his gut the closer he got to the school. When Tom eventually stopped at a red light, you cautiously placed your hand on his leg, “Why are you so anxious, baby?” You asked, watching him place his hand on top of yours.

“I’m not, just tired.” He faked a grin, giving your hand a light squeeze.

You tilted your head, “Really?”

Tom’s eyes moved to the rearview mirror, glancing at Summer with her headphones on, flattening the top of her hair, as she played with her iPad.

He turned to you, “Just like having her back is all.”

But you knew he was scared about having to let her go for a few hours. It may have felt overreactive, but Tom thought if it could happen once, the idea of a second time easily creeped its way up in his head.

Your eyes glossed, “Nothing bad is gonna happen, okay? Trust me, I don’t think we’ll let anyone take our girl unless they kill us over it… not to be completely dramatic.” You joked, just to see him smile.

Even though you felt like a bit of a broken record, but you didn’t blame him for worrying. What Maggie did was unforgivable, leaving Tom with an anxiety in his chest like no other, but all you could do was be there for him and remind him that abandonment wasn’t around the corner. You had to keep him hopeful, almost making Tom himself feel guilty for constantly being on his toes, but he knew you were his anchor to keep him from drifting away to drown in his own doubts.

“Thanks.” He said, glancing down at your hands.

When you got to school, you waited in the car while Tom walked Summer to the front door. Some of the parents wondered where he went, but they passed by with their friendly greetings before the two of them got to the sidewalk.

Tom kneeled down, “You have your lunch?”

“Yes.” Summer nodded.

“Water? Books? Everything you need?” He fixed the collar of her t-shirt.

“Yes, daddy.” She giggled, thinking he was acting silly.

He cracked a smile, “Okay. I’ll see you after school and maybe you can show me the duckies.”

Summer nodded with excitement, giving Tom a quick hug and his hand held hers for a few seconds until it slipped through his fingers. She ran up to the teacher escorting the kids in as he got back on his feet, his eyes not leaving her till Summer turned back around by the door frame and gave a quick wave.

Just seeing that reminded him of living in the moment now is what was important. Not the past, not the future, just being there to see her beautiful smile.

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The courthouse’s walls felt like they were closing in even though the ceilings were high and the halls were grand. Well-dressed people passed by with their phones glued to their ears and others pressed tissues to their eyes, holding them to catch their tears and mascara. Sounds of heels clicked against the granite floors, loudly echoing as they sauntered by you and Tom.

“Hey, it’s gonna go okay. There’s no way they won’t give you any compensation.” You reassured him, adjusting his black tie and laying it flat against his white button up.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just kind of loud in here… and hot.” Tom looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.

You knew it was because his dad wasn’t here yet. It meant a lot to him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, but if there was some chance of it happening, you had to keep him cheery. You moved your hands down the front of his suit jacket, brushing off anything, but you looked back into his eyes.

“Hey… Tommy, look at me.” You softly asked. It was something you said to him often, trying to remind him that you were there completely. He just needed a bit of a reminder sometimes that he didn’t have to be alone in everything.

Tom glanced up at you, those brown eyes glimmering. Your glance shifted to the light bruise faded under his eye along with the scar by his cheek, almost gone but you knew it left more than a scar for him. It was just a reminder of the hardest and most confusing time of his life, maybe, but this was all you assumed. He never knew what was going through Tom’s head as equally as knowing just from the look on his face or in his eyes. Just like right now.

“It’s gonna be fine and you don’t even need to say much. That’s why we have lawyers.” You grinned, a giggle following and he cracked a smile back.

“I love you, you know that?” He asked.

You stood close to him, your heads angled at one another, “I love you too.”

Before you could say something else, you both Tom’s dad’s voice which made you turn around to the hall behind you. His dad walked up with his lawyer, obviously both of them close from how they smiled and chuckled from their conversation. Tom said his dad knew him for a long time, even helping with the separation of his parents a few years ago. Tom thought if his dad trusted this guy enough, so could he.

“Hey son, you look good.” His dad smiled, giving you and Tom quick hugs before both of you shook hands with the lawyer.

“Y/N, this is Joseph, Tom’s lawyer today.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Make sure you keep him sane.” You jeered.

“He’ll be fine.” Joseph grinned, patting Tom’s shoulder.

Tom sealed his lips, then the corners of his mouth lifting up to quickly smile. You grinned back, rubbing his back before kissing his cheek.

“We’ll be waiting out here.” Tom’s dad told him.

It wasn’t easy watching him go in without you even though you’d just spent a few minutes calming him down. You didn’t think this wouldn’t fall through, still grateful he wasn’t more hurt from this, but you didn’t know what would come after this. His fingers slipped away from yours, your stomach dropped and goosebumps ran over your skin as if a chill suddenly blew in. Hiding your distress, all you could do was sit on the bench and wait for him.

“He’ll be okay in there. There’s no question.” His dad assured you, seeing the same details in his face as Tom does like the crinkles by his eyes or the freckles along his nose.

“Thanks. I don’t know why I’m nervous.” You shrugged, crossing your leg over the other.

“You guys have been through a lot. But, this should make things smooth over for a bit while you get back on your feet.”

You nodded, “I was scared because he’s the most stable person I know, but after these past weeks? I had never seen him fall apart so quickly.”

“Well, he told me you helped him throughout that.”

You chuckled, “We help each other. I don’t know what I’d do without him either.”

“That just shows you guys care about each other. Won’t leave each other hanging… You need that right now more than anything.” Tom’s dad spoke from his experiences with his past marriage, happy to hear that his son was not only being supportive, but also being supported by someone who obviously loved him.

You sniffled, “We really do… I’ve been having to take him to his… concussion appointments and they put him in this big machine and make him do all these tests and…” You nodded, “I was already thinking of what the next step was if something bad happened. I mean, luckily, everything has been fine… I guess it’s just assuming something else can hit us while we’re already down… but, I’m okay because I know we have each other’s backs.”

He wasn’t sure to impose, but his dad still reached out for your shoulder and gave a comforting rub. You appreciated it although you didn’t know Tom’s dad that well, you can see where he got his kindness and confidence from clear as day, just even the tone of his voice was similar that you knew Tom always admired his father despite their parted relationship recently.

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After an hour or two, most of your time was spent people watching and observing them from where you sat, feeling like you couldn’t do much else. You tried not to pick at your nails or shake your leg, but you felt like you were itching out of your own skin from what was going on behind that thick door. A few times you thought it was opening, making you turn your head constantly at any noise from that way.

Finally, Tom walked out, his lawyer by his side, and his smile was bright which made you reflect one right back.

“I got the compensation.” He chuckled in relief, his arms around wrapping around you and lifting you off your feet.

Tears filled both your eyes, the small accomplishment feeling like a weight slowly being taken off your chest and giving you more hope for whatever came next.

Tom placed you back on your feet, leaning over to bear hug his dad and they shared a few chuckles.

“How much was it?” His dad asked.

“A little over $9,000. Enough to pay for some bills, Summer’s school, savings.” Tom trailed, wiping his tears with the side of his hand.

His dad grinned, “I’d say that’s a call for a little celebration for you two.”

“I agree.” Tom turned to you.

“Well, we’ll leave you two to have some fun. Y/N, it was nice to see you.” His dad grinned, giving you a quick embrace with your head on his shoulder.

“You too.”

“See you later, dad.” Tom gave a pat on his dad’s shoulder, nodding to the lawyer before the two of them walked away.

Your arm was wrapped around Tom’s waist tight as he kissed your temple, pulling you even closer. His smile painted on his lips and pressed another soft kiss to your cheek. You ran your hand over his chest, looking up at his caramel brown eyes.

“Since I’ve come into a bit of money, I think we should go on a date.” Tom grinned, biting his bottom lip to conceal how big his smile was.

You blushed, “You think?”

“Well, I mean, we should go on a date. You, me, a nice restaurant and maybe ice cream or whatever your sweet tooth is craving after.” He smiled.

“What about Summer?”

“I can cover it. My mom is gonna watch her while she’s in town. She’s said she has a lot of grandma time to make up for.” Tom chuckled and put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Well, as long as she’s willing to do it… I’m all in.” You giggled as you nuzzled your head against his shoulder.

“Thank God, I was scared that we were moving too fast.” He jeered back, kissing the top of your head once more.

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After the drama had digested over the past few days, you could see how everything fell into place. At least, for a bit of time until the rent bill came up in your emails again. While you hadn’t spent much time at your apartment, it was seen as storage for your clothes when you’d been at Tom’s for the past two months with Summer. Even though you had been dating for that same amount of time, you didn’t know how to bring it up without feeling like you were rushing things.

Yes, you’d known each other than most couples you were friends with, but you had never been so scared to take the next step and actually moving in together. The thought of finally clashing your lives together and attempt to start another life made your heart skip a beat. These feelings couldn’t be ignored by how strong they were, probably building up after all these years, but you knew Tom had a responsibility of Summer and starting to adoption process.

You were nervous to bring the question up to Tom, wondering how it would pan out and not wanting to assume the worst would happen when you knew in the back of your head that you loved one another more than anything in the world, but nothing has come perfect to you.

As you turned the key in the lock, you pushed open the door, but the lights were all out. You furrowed your eyebrows before your hand searched the wall, finding the switch and flicking it on only to see a few decorations put up.

You froze when you saw red, yellow and white roses scattered around in vases along with plastic, white and pink balloons hanging around the ceiling and settled on the couch and chairs. At first, you wondered if you forget about an anniversary or birthday, but Tom walked out with Summer trailing him.

“Shoot… I didn’t know you were coming home early.” Tom chuckled while Summer ran up to you, wrapping her arms around your leg.

“What’s with the party decorations?” You smiled, glancing around.

Tom sighed, a light smile still on his face before he took your hand, guiding you over to the center of the living room. Heat rose to your cheeks, wondering what he was up to, but Summer stood by his side and she looked up at you with glassy eyes.

“Do you remember when we were younger... and you said the only way you’d want to be proposed to is in a rose garden?”

Your heart dropped, losing the feeling in your whole body as your smile faded, “...Possibly...”

Tom slowly got on one knee while reaching into his pocket, keeping eye contact with you as he lowered to the ground and the tears welled up in your eyes, thinking this was easily a dream.

“Well, I couldn’t find a close rose garden but, I hope this could suffice.” Tom smiled, his cheeks tinted pink.

Summer stood next to Tom, watching him open the small, black velvet box. The ring sat perfectly in the center of it, gleaming from the light coming down and you let out a relieved sigh with a smile on your lips. You quickly wiped your eyes, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as Tom took a deep breath to say his next words.

“I don’t want another few years to go by before I notice that… I was dumb for not doing something and that I love you so much. I want you to be in my life and I want to officially make our own… together forever. I want to love you everyday and a little bit after that.” He chuckled, a few tears trailing his cheeks, “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You sealed your lips, not able to hide your smile, but you turned to Summer.

“What do you think, Summer?” You jeered at her, both of you sharing smiles.

“Y/N, I want you to be my mommy.” She said sweetly.

You turned to Tom, beaming at him, both of your eyes filled with tears still, “That sounds great to me.”

He chuckled, gently taking the ring and slipping it on your finger before you practically pulled him up to his feet to embrace him. The tightness of the hug didn’t give you much air, but you didn’t care. Tom ran his fingers through the back of your hair, light laughs coming from the both of you and Summer tried to coil her arms around the both of you from how low she was.

The world finally was complete.

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