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grandpa dooku 🙃
#count dooku#obi-wan kenobi#he is so small I wish to give him many waffles#I wrote a fic with dooku and a wee Obi-Wan and I have never recovered#star wars#matt's art
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Milkshakes - Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader
Title: Milkshakes
Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader
Additional Characters: Dustin, Mike (Mentioned), and Reader's mom (Mentioned)
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WC: 780
Warnings: N/A
That morning, you woke up, eyes fluttering open as the morning sun slipped through your open curtains. Giving a small stretch and yawn, you sat up, looking to the other side of the bed to see it empty. But, as you raked your hand across the sheets, they were still warm. Billy must’ve left not that long ago. Looking around the room, while rubbing one eye with your hand, you saw his shoes and jacket gone, as if Billy was never there.
Getting up and getting ready for the day, You made sure your bag was packed and you had everything you needed for another day at school. Going to your bathroom, you stopped. On the mirror was a yellow sticky note.
"Thanks beautiful." -Billy
Heading down the stairs with a smile, you ran into your brother, Dustin. Back from Mike’s no doubt. He was heading to the dining room like you were, ready for breakfast that your mother had prepared for them.
“Good morning, Dusty.” You greeted, taking your seat beside him at the table.
He looked up at you, before going back to his waffles.
“Mornin’, sis. Are you going to come with me after school to Mike’s? You said you would join us tonight for Dungeons and Dragons.” Dustin asked, as he bit into his waffle.
You had honestly forgotten about your promise to the middle schoolers. Quickly thinking about your day, you racked through your brain to see if there was anything else that you had to do.
“Yeah, I’ll even drive you over. Give mom a break.”
Dustin grinned his cute little smile and quickly ate the rest of his small meal before chugging his milk.
As if eating faster would cause the day to go on faster.
Quickly eating your meal as well, you grabbed your bag and said goodbye to your mother, getting in your car with Dustin climbing in the passenger seat, before driving off to drop Dustin and both, yourself, at their schools.
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Closing your locker, you were once again greeted by Billy, leaning against the locker beside yours. A smirk on his face, the pink Band-Aids from the night before replaced with the regular tan ones. Billy waited as you situated your textbooks nicely in your bag before you turned to look at him.
“Got a hatred for pink or something?” You asked, as they made their way down the halls and out of the school.
“Well, pink does mess up the look, wouldn’t ya think?” Billy asked, his arm wrapping around your shoulder like the day before.
Even though you weren't in a bad mood, you didn’t push his arm off. Which shocked both Billy and you yourself. Normally, you would just shrug off his arm, but after so many weeks, seeing Billy at school compared to your room, his arm around yours was oddly calming and reassuring in some weird way. It made you feel safe.
Billy had noticed this as well. Though he had wanted to tease you about it, and ask you if he was growing on you or something cocky like that, he was worried that you’d shy away, locking yourself away again. He didn’t want to be the one that caused your walls to go back up, after so long of working them down. He won’t admit it, but having you so close to him made him feel happy. He was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you liked him too. Or at least felt the same when you were around him, as he felt around you.
Stopping at your car, you pulled out your keys and unlocked your door, tossing your bag in the backseat, you turned back to Billy who was still with you, standing patiently. Rubbing the back of his neck and he gave his usually cocky grin.
“You want to go get milkshakes with me at that new diner that just opened up?” Billy asked, hopefully, a smirk on his face.
Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth before wincing.
“I wish I could but I have to take my brother to his friend's house. He wanted me to stay and watch them play some dragon game.” You spoke, checking your calculator watch at the time.
Billy’s smile faltered a bit but he nodded, understandingly. “Oh, okay. Maybe some other day then?” He asked and you nodded.
“Absolutely, I’ll get milkshakes with you. Just not tonight. I’ll call you when I get home and we can plan something, yeah?” You spoke, before you opened your car door and hopped inside.
Shutting your door for you, he leaned on the window, giving you a small smirk.
“Alright, Beautiful. It’s a date.”
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Unhinged Guinevere Lancelot propaganda:
- First of all I stan a dysfunctional ship so don't come at me with a write up about how they are not getting a good grade in couples counseling. That's the🤌🏼 SAUCE🤌🏼 for me
- They spends the middle section of the show exchanging catatonic levels of eye contact across a stage the size of a mega mall parking lot and honestly? It's nastier than whatever you can find me on pornhub. FACTS.
- The radioactive levels of VIBES he is giving off when he says "No one can refuse your wish~"
- but the SECOND they actually hook up my guy Lancelot is ON THE FLOOR. In his SLUTTY BLOUSE cross necklace CLUTCHED and Genny is like "....heyyyy..... you're a nice guy 🫤 but uhhhh......"
- If they existed in a modern context Lancelot would be like "post sex waffles???? Shaped like hearts??? M'lady???🥺" And Guinevere would be pulling on the pants, already half way out the door like "no." And Lancelot would idk do some true freak shit like put his hand on the pan to punish himself for low rizz levels
- "Your Majesty~" "jjjjaCk ass". I wish I was joking when I say I lost all class when I saw this live and let out a small yell in my seat AT THE LINCOLN CENTER.
- I do have a bootleg though where he immediately smirks after and I'm taking notes sweetheart. That's going in the diagnosis write up babe. <3
- We gotta unpack the exchange between Arthur and Genny where he calls her out like "uhhh??? I know you don't like the dude but your hate is obsessive 🤨"
- The fact that even Arthur knows what's up. Oh my GOD.
- WHERE IS THE C L A S S GUINEVERE?!??
- The fact that Lancelot apparently just hangs out, outside rooms where Guinevere goes??? But also the second Arthur is like "she's actually coming here right now" he's getting the FUCK out of there.
- Guinevere twirling her hair around her finger like "ohhhh the knights will kill Lancelot? 😍 Murder him dead you say? And then what? 😏 Teehee"
- " yOU'LL OPEN WIDE HIM? 😩💦" I'm also putting that in the notes too girlie.
- Guinevere is like if someone doesn't make me come in the next 5 seconds I'm gonna start killing hostages and Lancelot is like "hey what if no nut November was every month? :)" but that doesn't stop them #lovewins
- I'm constantly torn between I think if Genny called him the specialest lil guy who's going to heaven he'd insta-nut, but also I think you'd get similar results if she called him the saddest wet napkin of a man. Thoughts? Vote below! Kidding
- I KNOW that potato show they attended had RADIOACTIVE vibes. Families were probably there just to see the qualities of a prize winning potato and they were out here idk rubbing pinkies and going on about how King Arthur doesn't give them enough attention :(((
- THE FACT THAT Guinevere is like "why won't someone become ridiculously obsessed with me? :/" and then Lancelot does and she's like "oh GOD not like that" and then he's like "oh ok then I'll leave" and she's like "NOT LIKE THAT EITHER". <3 I love her and she's never done anything wrong ever<3
- I think if we gave them facebook in the middle point of the events of the show, they would be THE MOST ANNOYING PEOPLE on your feed.
- Courtly love is really just medieval edging if you think about it.
- I like how the moment that broke these two, where they decided they couldn't hold back any longer is them speaking mediocre French. He said "terriblement" like THAT and she was like "uGH. I can't NOT fuck him"
- The fact that WAY too many people are aware of their thirst. They just do this shit. In PUBLIC. IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN.
- And I haven't even brought up the King Arthur of it all.... The fact that the guy who likes BIRDS gets around more than these two. INSANE.
- who calls the other Arthur in bed by accident? CALL THE NUMBER BELOW TO CAST YOUR VOTE
#TLDR; I love their cringe fail swag 😌#honestly. not inspired by anything that I am writing AT ALL. don't eorry about it#ohhh will BadSalmonella write something else about Camelot? 🥺 YES. but IT'S NOT GONNA BE#wHAT ANYONE ASKED FOR.#camelot musical#camelot
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"Nothing makes me more happy than making you smile." sounds very Reggie, but I can't decide between the many Reggie ships.
The room was dark, but honestly Reggie didn't mind-it matched his mood today. He knew that when he got bleak like this he was supposed to talk to someone-his partners, his therapist, anyone really. But even now, he still struggled with that.
Especially on days like today, when everything seemed to be a struggle, when the weight of his depression got to be too much. When he wanted to spend the day in bed and mope.
"Up and at 'em tesoro!" Ray yelled, pulling aside the curtains, causing Reggie to hiss as the sunlight streamed in, as if trying to burn away the gloom that had settled in.
Reggie grumbled and turned back over, burying his face in his pillow, ignoring the teasing fingers along his side. "Give it up Ray."
"Okay grumpy guess, but you'll miss breakfast if you stay here," Ray said, retreating to the door. "Rose made waffles."
Reggie wished he could be swayed by waffles, but even the prospect did little to get him to move. "Not hungry."
He heard Ray leave, and he tried to drift back to sleep, but as exhausted as he was, rest wouldn't come. He heard the door open again, but he still couldn't find it in him to move.
Cool hands touched his forehead and back. "No fever," Rose murmured. "Are you okay tesoro?"
"Bed brain day," Reggie mumbled into his pillow.
"You want me to call Pepper?" Rose offered, but Reggie shook his head. "I know you probably want to be alone, but you know we can't do that right?"
Reggie turned over, finally looking at her. "I know," he said, his voice almost as small as he felt.
"So here's what we're going to do," Rose said, sitting next to him and running her fingers through his hair. "We're going to eat breakfast in bed, bring up your favourite movies, and have a lazy day in bed."
"But...it's a Wednesday!" Reggie protested. "You have students, and Ray I know you have lots of photos to develop! I can't let you..."
Ray put a finger to his lips. "I have time, and you're more important than anything."
"I can call my students to reschedule, it's no big deal," Rose assured him. "They'll probably be relieved to have a day off from scales."
Reggie gave a weak smile at that, letting Ray sit him up as Rose made her calls and fetched the food while Ray set up the small television and VCR in Reggie's room. "Star Wars or Roger Rabbit?"
"Roger please," Reggie requested as he got comfortable in the bed. Rose was back soon enough, bringing waffles drenched in syrup as well as coffee for her and Ray while she had a mug of tea for Reggie-something that always made him feel better when he was down.
"So what are we watching?" Rose asked as she shoved herself into the bed.
Reggie was sure he wouldn't have an appetite, but found himself wolfing down the waffles, feeling a bit better once full of carbs and sugar. Plus he got to watch a movie that had been so formative for him, with all his childhood cartoon heroes shoved into one movie.
"That was good," Reggie commented as the credits rolled and Ray took their dishes down to wash. "I know it's not your favourite..."
"Pish," Rose said, waving him off. "You love it, and it made you smile. Nothing makes me more happy than making you smile."
Reggie pulled her into a hug, burying his face into her neck. "Thank you."
"Anything for you Reggie, you know that," Rose said, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
"I might need some reminding," he admitted quietly.
"Well we're always here for that," Rose promised, easing him back into the bed, cuddling him close. Ray joined them soon after, snuggling in on the other side, listening as Rose serenaded them with Spanish lullabies, Ray humming along sing he could not sing.
Reggie slowly found his eyes drifting closed, feeling loved, supported, a whole deal lighter than when he had woken. Rose and Ray couldn't cure his depression-but they made it easier to bear.
And as Reggie finally slipped into slumber, he finally allowed himself to smile.
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Fragile State - Part 1
Synopsis: It’s supposed to be any other weekday morning for Arabella and you. How were you to know he would show up? How were you to know that after all these years he would once again be back in your life?
A/N: Those 500 words from the teaser will be found in here, slightly altered. I hope you guys enjoy this series in someway. If you think you know where it’s going, congratulations!
Warnings: errands, single parent reader, Spencer being an old friend with no contact for many years, neighborhood investigation, child falling off swingset, first aid talk
Word Count: 1.8k
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I had never expected my life to turn into this. I had never expected that over a five year time span, I would move from one side of the country to the other, let alone that I would be married in that span. I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me I would be married, have a daughter, and then lose my husband, all within those five years. Maybe I should have anticipated it. But how would you even conceive that happening?
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It was like any other Wednesday morning. I had woken up to Oxford, our family golden retriever, running onto my bed, whining at my ear to wake up. I did, shuffling to the back doors that lead onto the patio, that would then allow Oxford access to our backyard so he could use the bathroom. While he did so, I made my way back inside to make a cup of coffee, where Oxford would soon join me, sitting at my feet hoping I would feed him something from the counter. “No.” I simply spoke to him, looking at him at one point to see that he was naturally giving me the pleading, puppy dog eyes. Within a few moments, Arabella was soon entering the kitchen rubbing at her eyes as she gravitated to my side. “Good morning sleepy girl.”
“Good morning.” She greeted me, her eyes closed once she was steady by my side. “What are you cooking?”
“Some waffles. Are you hungry for waffles?”
“With strawberries?”
“Of course with strawberries!” She giggled, still hugging onto my side. “Can you get the utensils out for us? And I’ll bring you your plate in just a moment.” Nodding, she moved to the part of the counter where she could reach into the utensil drawer. What may have been a mundane morning for some, I learned to treasure the simple moments. I would only have so many mornings with her like this before she would be busy with school and I would have to return to my career. But I wished I would never have to. I wanted my mornings with Arabella and Oxford. Our simple life, quiet and nearly predictable in our small suburb just outside of D.C.
Our morning continued on like normal though. We had our breakfast and after she helped me load the dishwasher before running off to pick out her outfit for the day. Today’s errand list was small, only a few stops along the way. I wanted to go grab a small amount of groceries, go to one of the stores near the mall for maybe some last minute Christmas gifts, and then wander into the bookstore. Arabella always had a book she wanted to read, and encouraging this habit only helped her in the long run. I just hoped this time maybe she would be okay if I also bought her an activity book, to get her mind ready to work through school work on her own.
Just as I was nearly ready to go, there was a knock on the door. Taking a look through the peephole though, I nearly froze in place at the person just on the other side. I knew better than to open the door for strangers, but I had to make sure. ”Can I help you?” My breath caught in my throat once his eyes looked into mine. They were the same as they always had been, but there was a dullness to the spark that used to illuminate them. For a moment, we just stared at the other, processing what was happening.
“Uh hi- I’m…” I could see him debate how he wanted to proceed, his hand already reaching into his pocket for his credentials. “Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. We had a call about one of your neighbors and I’m just going around collecting statements.”
“Dr. Reid.” His breath caught in his throat again as I clutched the doorknob on the side he couldn’t see.
“(Y/N).” Hearing my name from his lips made my heart kick back into action, if not to start a tingle at the back of my head.
“Mommy!” Arabella was soon running up behind me, hiding behind my frame as she pulled on my coat, slightly aware of the guest on our doorstep.
“Sweetie.” I ran a hand over head, careful not to catch my ring in her hair. “Come in.” I stepped aside so Spencer could enter and we could have this conversation in private.
“Arabella, can you go play outside? I’ll be out in just a minute.” She nodded her head of brunette waves, leaving us at the front door as she turned on her heels, the pink skirt of her dress flaring out at the time of her turn.
“Come on Oxford!” Arabella called, the two running through the back patio doors to play on the playground. I watched as she started by throwing one of Oxford’s toys across the yard, his yellow fur blowing in the wind as he took off for it, immediately returning to Arabella. It was the first thing her father had taught her when playing with Oxford, and remained one of my favourite sights to see.
“How have you been?” Spencer finally cut through the silence. I could tell he was nervous, not just from the way he was massaging his hands, but the way his voice was already faltering and the way he was pressing his lips. I hated that after all this time, I still knew how to read him.
“Spencer…“ I had started but couldn’t find the words I was looking for. I wanted to yell, to tell him to leave. But I also wanted to confide in him. Tell him all about the last five years in hopes that I could find room for him in my life again.
“Why- when did you leave? I went back to Vegas but you had moved away and no one knew where-” A flood of memories came surfacing back from all those years ago. It had felt like nearly a lifetime away and maybe that’s what I had wanted, what I had needed.
“Stop.” I didn’t notice the tears brimming in my eyes until I heard my voice and saw how his eyes on me had changed, his stare softening into mine. I returned my vision to Arabella, who was climbing up the playset in the backyard, Oxford laying at the foot of the slide.
“I missed you (Y/N). No one even knew you got married, had a daughter.”
“I’m not married.” I let one tear slip for the truth he needed to know.
“What?”
“I’m not married, not anymore.” I started pulling at my ring finger, missing the once gold band that used to sit there.
“What happened?” I didn't answer him. Looking back over to Arabella, she was softly swinging on the swings now, Oxford still laying on the grass in front of her, watching as she swung back and forth, legs in and out, changing with each direction.
“Spencer, not now.” As soon as I looked back to him and my mind searched for a better answer to give him, I immediately heard a thud followed by the sounds of her cries through the glass. My heart dropped into my stomach. Looking over, she was laying on the grass near the swings, and I never threw myself into a sprint and around the furniture faster than I did in that moment. Breaking through the patio doors, Oxford ran up to me, following in my steps as we all ran to Arabella. Kneeling beside her, my mind instantly started trying to search for signs of what was the source of her cries.
“Arabella, sweetie. What’s wrong?”
“My arm!” She wailed out, holding it close to her chest as I noticed how red it was compared to normal.
“Did you fall?”
“Yeah!” She continued crying, her bottom lip jutting out as she tried to breath through her tears.
“Let me drive you guys to the hospital.” Spencer whispered beside me, bending down to my ear.
“Not now Spencer.” I bit out, trying to focus on my daughter.
“She’s going to need you to keep her calm during the ride, (Y/N). Let me do this.”
“Fine.” He moved to kneel on the other side of her.
“Do you have anything to stabilise her arm?”
“What?”
“We need to put her arm into an improvised sling, unless you have one laying around your house.” My eyes staying focused on her face, her eyes pink from the tears she had let out but her eyes on me, I mentally tried to envision anything in the house that may help. “Like a cloth belt, at least two inches thick, do you have-“
“I have the belt from one of my robes. Would that work?” He nodded, the hair hanging over his forehead bouncing with the movement.
“Where in your house is it?”
“Spencer-“
“You want to stay with her. I can go get the belt.” Letting Spencer Reid into my house to search for a cloth belt was not on my list of things to do today, but after a certain point I had to accept for today, nothing was going to go my way.
“When you go back in through the patio doors, go through the dining room room and then kitchen. My room is around the corner from that. The robe is navy blue and should be hanging on the back of my door.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Spencer took off and in his absense I found Arabella’s hand that wasn’t attached to her injured arm.
“Arabella how are you baby?”
“It really hurts Momma.”
“I know, but you’re being so brave for me. Just hang on, we’re going to wrap your arm and then get you to the hospital okay?” She nodded her, her tears starting to run dry. I ran a finger against one of the last trails, trying to dry them for her, giving her hand a squeeze. Spencer soon ran back out to us, the piece of navy blue cloth in his hand. He was kneeling across from me, Arabella between us, his hands moving fast to secure it around her neck and then the injured arm, helping Arabella to carefully sit up.
“Arabella? Can you walk for us?” He asked her, a hand on her back as he helped her sit up.
“I think so.” Both of us getting to our feet, we helped her stand up from the dirt, Spencer also taking mind to knock some of the dirt from her skirt.
“Okay, I am going to go get the car started up.”
“Okay. We’ll be out in just a minute. I need to get my purse and the insurance cards.” He nodded, dusting his hands off on his pants before the three of us left the backyard, Oxford following close behind.
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Open When It's Your Birthday
Requested: Thank you @deanscroissant for this letter idea! Sorry it took so long to get out!
Summary: Dean’s time is up, and the hellhounds have come to collect. He knew leaving you would be hard, so he left a bunch of letters to help you cope. Even if it was only for a few months…
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1,022
Happy Birthday Sweetheart,
I knew today was going to be hard on you with this being your first birthday I missed, but I’m hoping this letter makes up for some of it. I told Sammy to give you this first thing when you wake up because even though I’m not there, I planned out the whole day for you. Sam is actually helping me a lot today, so play nice. We couldn’t break the long-standing tradition of chicken and waffles for breakfast. In the kitchen should be just that sitting ready on a plate for you. I want you to go in there and eat them while I tell the first of many stories today. My family never did birthdays before you came into our lives. I would get my brother a small gift when we were younger but didn’t continue that when the two of us got into our teenage years. Birthdays for you were like Christmas to little kids. You made sure that whoever’s day it was knew that they were loved. The best part about you starting this new tradition with us, is that Dad’s birthday was the first one that came up. I remember how excited you were that morning and roping Sammy and I into making a cake and putting up a few decorations in the motel room we were crashing in. Dad came back that evening clearly tired from the hunt and all I could think of was, “please God don’t crush her and get pissed off at the decorations.” But to my surprise, Dad gave you one of his rare smiles and wrapped you in a hug. You didn’t see it, but he actually wiped a tear away at what you had done for him. That was one of the first moments when I realized just how special you were.
Now that breakfast is done, I want you to get changed and head down to the lake we found a few years back down the road from Bobby’s house. Go down and sit under the tree you and I used to lay under when we wanted to get away from life for a while. You will find a small picnic basket with a few of your favorite snacks and a bottle of that crappy wine you always seemed to like for some reason. Remember the first year Sam was off at college, and it was his first birthday away from us? Dad and I were on a hunt, and you conveniently weren’t feeling well which made us leave you behind. I just had this feeling you were going to do something that I couldn’t ever do and go surprise him. I didn’t get that confirmed until Sam’s birthday rolled around when the gang was back together. He told me that he came home from class and found easily 200 balloons scattered throughout his apartment and a cake on the table. It was one of the first times he regretted running off to college because that day wasn’t going to be special like the ones before. But even when we were all giving each other the silent treatment, you still went out of your way and made him feel loved. I never did thank you for that.
After you have finished with the basket, I want you to head back to Bobby’s house and into the kitchen. There should be two glasses of whiskey on the table and a cake for you. Sammy and Bobby will horribly sing happy birthday and you will blow out your candles while making a wish. I made a wish on my last birthday that you will find happiness in this life. I knew by making that deal that I would be making life so much harder than it needed to be for you. But you always told us that birthday wishes would come true no matter how long it might take. I’m putting a lot of faith into your words and hoping that it will come true in this case. Before we started dating, I wished on one of my birthdays for you to be mine. I kept telling myself it was stupid to believe in something so childish, but it only took a few months later for your hand to be in mine. You’re probably wondering about the two glasses of whiskey. I need you to hear me out when I explain this and try to have an open mind. It took me a while to come up with last year’s wish and how I was going to help it come true. One glass is for you that you can drink now. The other glass represents me. I want you to take as much time as you need, but once you drink that second glass you are going to start letting go of me. Right there in front of you is a life that the two of us shared filled with love and many happy memories. Until you start to let go of me you won’t be happy, which means my wish won’t come true. And you of all people know that birthday wishes always come true. When you are done with the drink and you see the glass empty, you know the chapter with me in your life is finished. You can think back on how amazing the drink was, but if you leave it sitting out too long it will go bad. And the last thing I want for you is to hang on to me too long and cause your life to go by without happiness. Promise me you will at least try, Y/N. This may not be the ending you wanted for your birthday, but you know I am only trying to look out for you. I love you too much to let you keep going the way you are. You are so much stronger than you think, and I have all the faith in you that you will find happiness once again. You may not hear me but I’m singing you Happy Birthday from down here. I love you, sweetheart. Forever and always.
Dean
Thank you all for reading these!! This series has been shown so much love and I cannot thank you all enough! Requests are open and the ones I have gotten will be coming out soon. For those of you who are new to this series, my masterlist is in my bio with the rest of the letters. They can be read in any order!
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Prompt from the discord: Waffles was gone from her terrarium so Gordon went looking for her and found her next to Warren??
"Now where... did that little shit go?" Gordon asks no one in particular, taking in a breath as he stands up after being bent over, looking under the couch in the rec area where he and Warren usually sit and chill when he's awake. He puts his hands on his hips and looks around the space, making a bit of a face when he realizes it's gotten a bit messy. Controlled chaos he would call it, if it was that. But no, this is just a mess of stuff that's been pulled out and not put back over time. Damn, he really needs to clean up. First, he has a damn tortoise to find.
Which, he finds, is something that's easier said than done. Which, granted, Waffles is still small, which is why he's panicking a bit more. This place was full of all sorts of dangerous stuff and things she could get to and hide under. He's made his way through every room he can think of at least two times now and still has found nothing. Gordon runs a hand through his brown and graying hair and grumbles, but at least this was the first incident of this happening.
"Who knows how long she's been missing." Gordon mumbles to himself and walks down the hall and down the long ramp that heads down to the area where Warren is set up in his pod. There's always an anticipation and an anxiety that fills his stomach like a rock when he goes into this area. No matter how many times he's been down here, it was always something he would never get used to. Not now, not ever. Gordon shoves one of his hands into his pocket and haunches his shoulders as he presses through the double doors of the cryo area. Hm, it seems he accidentally left it opened last time he was down here, which wasn't surprising, he was always the type to accidentally leave doors open and lights on. His parents teased the hell out of him about it growing up.
"Warren you won't believe it! Or maybe you will, but since you can't answer me, it doesn't matter. I've lost your god daughter little Waffles in the facility and I've looked damn near everywhere for her!" There's a pause as he comes to a stop about a foot away from Warren's pod and he sighs, looking down onto the ground with a frown.
"Waffles! Of all the damn places, why are you here?" He shouts, dropping down to a crouch, ignoring the crackling of his knees, as he scoops Waffles up into his hands. "You're going to be the death of me some day, I swear it."
He drops her gently onto the top of Warren's sleep pod, caging her in with his hands so she can't start waddling away. He lets out a soft sigh and smiles to himself.
"Just you wait, both of you, there's gonna be a day where there's no more of this hypersleep nonsense and we'll be free to do whatever the hell we want. What will that be?" Gordon chuckles nervously. "Well I wish I knew right now, because that seems so out of the realm of possibility. But we'll figure something out."
Gordon looks through the frosted glass of the pod and gives his best friend a little smile, knowing the man can't tell he's there. He pats the top of it gently before picking Waffles up once again.
"Things will get better, I promise." Gordon nods at the pod and he leaves, taking his time to return to his room. He double checks Waffle's area before putting her back in, and reminds himself to double check before he heads back to bed that the thing is secure.
Some 44 years in the future, Hester and Warren sit with Gordon who's still in his pod, a much larger Waffles next to it, talking about what they're going to do, once things get better.
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How To Get Out of the Friend Zone: A (Chaotic) Guide by Jisung (Ch. 4)
Author: sannflwrr
Pairing: Jisung x MC
Genre: Frenemies(-ish) to Lovers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mentions of smoking, weed, drugs, alcohol, homophobia (homophobics are not allowed on my page), some sexual themes, and of course - angst
Summary: Bae is obsessed with making the most of her time during college. She has a very colorful group of friends who make living life recklessly fun, and a dance team that throws all sorts of unparalleled events in her way. Along the way, she falls (hard) for many people, but what will it take for her to realize everything she’s wanted has been in front of her the whole time?
RULE 2: DON’T ALWAYS BE AVAILABLE.
Brunch with Karina is always entertaining. Every time Bae meets her individually, it’s like something new has happened to the girl. She always has a new story to tell. Even though waking up at 7 on a Sunday morning isn’t her ideal - it takes Bae a solid 30 to get out of bed, and then another 20 to get ready, which leaves her ten minutes to walk over to the restaurant. Karina’s usually the more punctual one, so Bae finds her already at a table, waiting for her expectantly. She’s tired, but seeing Karina makes the life return to her face.
“How has the semester been treating you?”
“Could be worse.” Karina chirps. “I’m doing okay, surprisingly. How about you?”
“I’m…managing.” It definitely could be worse, she agrees. “You hear about Jisung’s new girl?”
“Aeri? Yeah.” Her friend sighs. “Her name sounds so expensive. I wonder if she’s rich.”
“Yours also sounds pretty expensive.” Bae counters. “She might be. I spoke with her the other day, she gives me rich vibes.”
“Are you two friends? That’s so funny.”
“Not really.” She frowns. “How’s that funny though?”
“Oh considering…” The girl across from her pauses, furrows her brows, then shakes her head. “Ah, never mind. I’m hungover.”
“Did you go to a party?”
“I drank with Chenle. So, no.”
“Just you two?”
“Yeah.”
“He likes you Karina.”
“He likes the idea of me, Bae.” She shakes her head. “You’re so illiterate when it comes to men. All men love a challenge, especially men like him. He likes the idea I’m unattainable. He wants to see if he can break that, as sick as it is.” She’s right, god, she’s always right. Karina’s the only person she knows who has her head screwed on. “It’s whatever. I like the card that he always has on him.”
This makes her laugh. Bae wishes she could be like Karina, and not care so much. Karina claimed it was an art she perfected over the years. Being so nonchalant isn’t easy, but if you do it often enough, it becomes a habit, a lifestyle. If only it would come sooner. Bae was sure that whatever she was doing right now did not contribute to the art of nonchalance. Every time Yuta texted her, it felt like her heart was going into cardiac arrest, or like her brain was going to explode. Pathetic, really.
“I wonder what she sees in him.” Bae huffs. “Like, seriously? Jisung? Of all people?”
“He’s cute.” Karina responds. “He can be funny…sometimes. And he’s not really a douchebag to girls.”
“He’s a douche to me.”
“Yeah, well…” Karina looks like she wants to say more, but she cuts herself off when the waitress approaches. It’s already too early in the morning, so Bae settles for a coffee and a nice stack of pancakes. Karina orders some posh lavender tea and waffles. After the woman leaves, she resumes.
“Why do you care so much anyways?”
“I don’t.” Does she? The question caught her by surprise. Maybe Bae does care a little. “I just feel like she could do a lot better. Aeri’s really sweet.” And really pretty.
Karina smiles. It’s not one that Bae can decode, which makes her shift in her seat. If anything, Bae is getting the sense that her friend doesn’t believe her. Why should she care? She doesn’t. Bae really doesn’t care.
“Yeah, I don’t care.” She adds for finality.
Karina shrugs. “Okay, whatever.”
“I really don’t.”
A small smile passes over her friend’s face. “Who are you trying to convince?”
“I think I’m in love with Yuta.” Bae says instead. She lets out a sigh. And that’s exactly why she doesn’t care. Because she’s in love with Yuta. She just thinks Aeri could do better than that douche of a man.
Karina’s mouth opens once, then closes slowly. Then she glances down at the table for a second, then back up at Bae. “Interesting.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“It was the better option to what I wanted to say originally…yes.”
Bae narrows her eyes. “Feel free to share with the class?”
“He’s not the one, Bae.”
“Yeah, maybe that was the better option.” She breathes.
“I think you’re making a mistake.” Karina blinks a few times. “Does he like you?”
“He has to, right? I mean, we’re always together.”
The face Karina makes doesn’t make her feel any better, in fact, it creates an odd sensation in her stomach, nowhere remotely close to butterflies. “Do you know something I should know?”
“You know everything I know.” Karina tells her. Across from her, she crosses one leg over the other. “He does not seem like he wants a relationship.”
“I think you’re wrong.”
“Bae, I hope I am.” Her eyes turn to watch the waiter handle the pancakes on their table. Once they leave, she turns back to look at Bae, concern lit in her brown eyes. “For your sake, I truly hope I’m wrong.”
She’s starving, so she digs in. But the pancakes slid slowly down her throat, maple syrup leaving a sticky aftertaste that makes her wonder if it was something in the food or just her own subconscious warning her about something she couldn’t see.
Bae did know one thing though. Karina was never wrong about men.
Her conversation with Karina echoes in her mind from then on out, following her through class, and even into the dark hours where she stares up at the blank wall of her bedroom. She begins to see Yuta on Thursday and Friday nights - no more, no less. She has his class schedule memorized better than her own. Bae feels like she’s on a rollercoaster, constantly in a state of he loves me, he loves me not. So extreme that she even downloaded one of those emotion tracker apps, just to see how off the rails she’s gone. Breakfast with Karina was the first time she ever admitted that. That she was in love with Yuta. At the same time it felt right. There was no other emotion to describe it. It had gone past a silly little crush. It didn’t help that he fucked her brains out every Thursday and Friday night of each week. That gave her the rest of the week to go ballistic and over analyze every little text and thing he had said to her that week. He likes me. He doesn’t like me.
This went on for another two months.
In those two months, she saw the others less. The amazing thing about her friends is that they were incredibly low maintenance. During breaks, they hardly spoke to each other, unless it was to wish for the holidays. With the exception of Karina, she spoke to her on the regular. Bae supposed it was different with women. She didn’t have the urge to miss her guy friends like she did with Karina. It definitely was different with women.
It was a Thursday night, the clock was nearing 2 in the morning. She sat in Yuta’s mattress, sheets curled around her lap, with a computer sitting in front of her. Behind her, she hears his small laugh, muffled in a pillowcase. Bae asks him what’s so funny.
“Five minutes ago, you were not…working on an essay.”
“This is due in…ten hours.” Bae responds with a grin. “I don’t know why professors decide to make deadlines in the middle of the day. It could be its own ring in hell, honestly.”
Yuta laughs again. When she turns back, she can see the faint outline of his face from the light on her screen. “You’re amazing.”
Her stomach dips, like how one feels driving over a small hill really fast. She sees Karina in the back of her mind for a moment, reminding her not to take it seriously. As soon as that warning comes, it’s discarded immediately by the other part of her, more delusional, more hopelessly in love with the idea of what it could mean. What they could be.
“Restaurant week starts on Monday.” Bae says to him. It’s a thing they do in the city, a custom menu for select restaurants, allowing people to try the best at a discounted price. She usually only went with Karina - Chenle occasionally - this time she wanted to try something different. “Do you have plans?”
“Depends. Aeri might want to get lunch. It’s cheaper.”
“Would you want to get dinner?” She turns her gaze back to the computer.
“Dinner?” He repeats.
“That’s what I said.”
“Just us?”
“If that’s what you want.” Her heart is thundering in her ribcage, Bae prays he can’t hear.
“Where were you thinking? I’ve heard Giorgio is good.”
“I’m fine with Giorgio.” She wills her breathing to slow. Bae had expected him to turn the offer down. She expected it to come down in ruins. He had not.
Something felt lighter in her soul. Like a weight had been lifted. Bae suspected that it was the fear of rejection, she never liked to make the first move with men. Even though this would hardly be considered the first move, in Yuta’s case it was different. This would be the first time they hung out, just the two of them, outside of his apartment. This meant it was something. This meant he liked her. Enough where he would want to see her outside of his room.
He likes me, she thought.
Giorgio happened. Giorgio happened and it left Bae with a smile at the entrance of her apartment. They spent a while in the restaurant, laughing about…Bae can’t even remember she was too busy staring at him. They left with his name signed on the check. He dropped her off promptly at her doorstep, Bae had expected him to say something more to her, but he didn’t. No matter, she supposed it wasn’t a big deal. Making plans about a second date during the first one wasn’t an indication that it went badly.
Right?
Thursday and Friday nights continued, without a single mention of something like Giorgio’s to follow. Bae was beginning to become confused…that had been a date right? He had been sweet to her, flirted with her even, paid for the entire meal too! A total of fifty dollars. Men don’t just drop that kind of money on girls they don’t like, right? Maybe Karina was right. She really could not read men and their intentions. The rollercoaster she was on only became more and more dangerous. She could sense the drop approaching, yet couldn’t tell how far down it would go.
“I’ve been canceling on him.” Bae says loudly, to Karina. They’re at a party, seconds prior they had taken a shot with Chenle, who magically disappeared. The music is loud, really loud - she can feel Britney Spears in her veins, injected with the alcohol and whatever joint she shared with Karina earlier that night. Bae is gone, so gone, so nonsense begins to spew out of her without any apprehensions. “It’s true. My professor has deadlines on Fridays, so mostly I use that time to get my work in.”
“That’s good!” Karina screams back over the music. “That’s good, right?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Her hand reaches for another cup of the jungle juice they’re serving. It’s citrusy, and tastes more like juice than alcohol. Bae likes it. “I think I’m getting over him.” Probably the fattest lie she would ever tell under the influence.
“Thank god.” Her friend giggles. “I was hoping you would come to your senses. He’s a terrible choice.”
“Do you know him?”
“Kind of.” She shrugs. “Not as well as Jeno.” The brunette pulls out her phone. “But like…I did text him when you told me you were doing the whole restaurant week thing with him.”
“You did what?” For a moment, the music stops screaming in her ears. “Karina, please tell me you’re lying.”
Across from her, she’s giggling. Bae doesn’t see what’s so funny, enough that she puts down her drink and straightens her posture. “It’s nothing serious, Bae. I kept your name out of it, promise. I swear on my mother.”
“I don’t see how you could’ve—”
“Look, you can take a look at the messages yourself. I just…I really wanted to know if I was wrong about him, y’know? Like the whole Jungwoo thing was cute, but I’ve never seen you like this with a man before. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting involved with someone who wouldn’t treat you in a way you didn’t deserve.” She shoves the rim of her cup in between her teeth, handing her phone to Bae.
“I’m glad you don’t like him though.” Is what she thinks Karina said, with the cup in her mouth.
“I don’t want to read this.” She says, but already her eyes are on the screen.
“I just asked if he was interested in you, because I noticed the two of you were hanging out a lot.” Bae feels Karina cup her face with both of her hands, cup still in between her lips. “Truly a douche right? Pays for everything, flirts with you, still wants to hook up with you and he says no? Women are better off single these days.”
The text reads: Hahaha yeaa no, I’m not really looking for a relationship rn lol. Bae can feel the color draining from her face, feel the alcohol and the buzz fade fast from her veins. She’s sobering too fast, too suddenly.
She gives Karina her phone back, then takes another drink of the jungle juice. “You shouldn’t have asked him. I didn’t want to see that.”
“I did it for you, mi corazón.” Karina’s never dense, but it must be the alcohol and the rush that is completely blindsiding her to the face Bae wears. She keeps dipping in and out of English and Spanish. Bae forgot the girl has a proficiency certificate in the language, her own limited knowledge from high school is the only reason she can partially understand what the girl is saying. “You’re over him! Isn’t that amazing? I figured this could be that final push, because he’s an asshole. I didn’t like him this whole time.”
“Karina, seriously. Why would you get involved like this?”
“I was worried about you, Bae. Can’t you see? I didn’t intend to interfere, at all. I wasn’t even going to show you this - honestly - but you mentioned not liking him anymore, I couldn’t resist.”
She won’t stop talking. Bae’s head won’t stop spinning. Everything is moving too fast, too fast for her. He doesn’t like her, he never did. How stupid was she to think that for a second, maybe he had?
“I mean, it’s Jeno’s friends we’re talking about. They’re literally the worst kind of men you could never date, let alone get involved with. When you said you liked him, I was genuinely shocked…like Yuta, really? He’s probably the worst out of them all…”
“You’re drunk.” Bae breathes, taking the cup from her hands. “I think you should stop drinking.” She steps back, bumping into someone’s shoulder. It’s Jaemin.
His eyes are bloodshot, not from crying. He’s probably high, and knowing him, it’s definitely not a probability.
“You stay with her, please.” She tells him in his ear. “I need to leave.”
“Leave?” For a moment, something in his eyes flicker. The more sober version of Jaemin, that observes. Maybe he’s not as gone as Karina is, he usually never is. “Are you okay?”
She laughs. “No. I’m not.” If she stayed a moment longer, Bae probably would’ve started stress crying, so she grabbed her bag and left for the front door.
chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5 (coming soon)
#jisung#jisung nct#nct dream#jisung fic#jisung nct fic#nct dream fic#college romance#frenemies to lovers#college angst#romance comedy#slice of life
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Pretty Little Party Girl
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Contains/swearing/sexual activity/praise kink
Steve:
"Dustin, anything yet?" He shakes his head as the new hire erases and rewrites the translation key. "Steve, who's the new chick and why is she so quiet?" I shrug, "She was here with Robin when I came in. I don't think she speaks English." She sits across from Dustin grabbing the notebook and tape recorder. She looks at me with her glassy green eyes, Robin comes in and sees me staring at the new girl. I can't help but think what her voice sounds like, what her smile looks like, why she looks at Robin and a glint in her eye changes? Stuck in my thoughts Robin slaps me upside my head, "Is the cloud of gaseous hairspray plugging your ears Harrington? Go scoop, We got this." Nodding and going to the front, it's maybe been half an hour and I hear giggles and non-english speaking. I look back and see Robin and the girl leaned close together, whispering in what seem to be... Russian? I walk back there and her face goes back to a frown and she begins to write. "Robin." In a small accent. She looks at me and hands the notebook. Dustin comes back in, "You decode the message?"
Robin:
Reggie chews on a curl of her hair as she writes something on the notepad. I read over her shoulder, "You like Steve?" She nods and looks around. "I mean he is kinda cute. I wouldn't mind having a small infatuation of him." I look at her, I sit in front of her. Pinning a name badge on her shirt, fixing her hair. " Not speaking English makes you seem suspicious. You do know that right?" She nods, looking towards the front where he has a sample spoon in his mouth. We finished decoding a while ago. Reggie moved with Dad to North Dakota against our mother's wishes, she came since dad died. She seems pretty emotionless. Steve and Dustin return to the back, "Done? Already?" She pushes the notebook towards them. The next few days she keeps silent the only word in English she said is our names. I forgot she could speak fluent English a few times, sitting in the back eating a plain cone. Steve and Dustin walk in. She has headphones and ignores their presence.
Reggie:
"Steve i mean it's been weeks and she's only said your names in English no way she understands." He paces, he leg bounces as he leans against the wall. He pushes Robin out her seat and slides in front of me, he calls my name in a soft voice and a normal voice. I fight the urge to look at him but I need to handle some paperwork. He looks at Robin and Dustin, "So how do I ask her out?" Robin puts her hands on her hips, "Steve 'The Hair' Harrington needs advice on dating?" She teases, he rolls his eyes. "How would it work I mean she only knows our names in English." I scoff, "I know more than you think Harrington. I'm fluent." Robin giggles, and looks at him. "Looks like he asked her." I yawn and stand up, "Robin give him the information. I have to get going." Taking my half eaten waffle cone, I stop next to Steve and gently kiss his cheek, "Bye sailor Steve." Then walking out Scoops ahoy, I lay in my bed at home. I can't stop thinking about how he spoke of me in front of me many times.
Dustin:
"Robin, tell me you are joking? She knew English and you didn't tell me." She shrugs and starts cleaning for lock up. I just shake my head as they talk, "Guys there's a pool party. Why not take her to a party see if she's any fun?" Steve pauses, "No what is wrong with you that's a.... Great idea. Shit thank you Dustin." He grabs his things ruffles my hair and runs out. "Well I wonder where they are going to go?" Robin snickers sarcastically. We lock up and walk out the mall. "Shit he was my ride." "I can give you a ride on my bike.". She shrugs, "Why not?"
Steve:
I pick her up and she's in a hoodie and some sweats. "It's a pool party you know." she nods and pulls her hoodie up to reveal a black bikini top. The bottoms of her suit out the sides, pulled high on her waist. Three butterflies on one side of her body and on the other side a spider and a barbed wire around her entire stomach and back. I stare in amazement. They are really good tattoos, "If these go against something you believe in you might as well take me back home." I turn to look at her, "No, I- I like them. I just haven't seen them on a girl in this style it's nice." She nods and smiles, "So party yeah." she gets out the car and pulls the hoodie off tossing it in the backseat of the car. I smile and walk with her, her black curls in lazy ponytail. She pulls it out the style. Walking into the house and to the backyard. She grabs two plastic solo cups filling them, she pulls me close, pushing my face in her breasts. "Open your mouth," doing so she pours the drink between her breasts into my mouth. Instinctively I let it go but lick and soft bite her skin, moving on my knees and licking the liquor trail from my stomach. My thumb strokes her hip butterflies. I look up at her, a wild smirk with a look in her eye that is something new. She pulls my hair, a hiss and gasp the sounded like a groan leave my mouth. She pours the drink in my mouth and puts her lips on mine taking the drink from me. She falls in my lap, hands on her waist. My tongue in her mouth, she rests her hand around my throat and gently pulls away from the kiss with my lip between her teeth. She moves my hands to her pants and let's me pull them off her, my heart is beating out of my chest. My mouth has gone dry, I open my mouth but she leans in and whispers in my ear, "It's a little hot..I think I might actually go for a swim. Wanna join me pretty boy?" I watch her walk away and takes the slide into the pool. Fully submerged in the water, she comes out. Her once lazy messy black waves now straight wet and slicked back with water, her eyes closed but still eye-catching. I can't help but be jealous of the water that gets to roam her body freely. I want to be back between her breasts. Better yet I want to be between her thighs, I want to get rid of the burning question of what does this Russian speaking delight taste like. I want to taste her, listen to her moan. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a shadow overhead, her hand rests on my head while bending over searching her bag for her sunscreen. "Spray me please." Fumbling with the bottle I stand quickly. I drop it and trip her, grabbing her body to break her fall. Holding her close my hands on her ass, I remove them and turn red. "I- uhm." "Well I guess you do have moves but don't trip me next time." She gets off me and continues to let me spray her.
Later that night, we are sitting on top my car in the parking lot of a restaurant, I watch her eat her food from a fast food joint not too far from her house. "Steven?" I turn to look at her, and laugh she's so into it, ketchup and mayo on the sides of her mouth and upper lip. She hands me half a burger while wiping her mouth off. Then washing it down with a root beer, before eating a handful of fries. We laugh at the other while we share food. "How many can you eat at once?" She raises an eyebrow and grabs another handful but some fall..down her top, she's not wearing a shirt anymore just her sweats. She looks at me, "Get it." I look at her but listen, slightly eager and grab the fries with my teeth and eat them. Hands on her thighs, she smiles down at me. "You seem like a boy that can listen to commands." My cheeks burn, I can't handle it. I turn away and put the remaining food in the bag for later. Wiping my hands and mouth I hold the passenger door for her. She gets in and we drive to her place but she stops when we are a block away. A quiet street. "Wait," she climbs in the backseat and pulls her pants off. Untying the sides of her bikini bottoms, but still covered. "Come here Harrington." I don't hesitate but follow her, she lets me pull the off and spread her legs. Moving them onto my shoulders, I lick around her clit. Gently kissing and pressing my thumb before rubbing slow big circles. She whines softly and moans. Sliding my tongue inside her entrance and licking her arousal. I grab her hands which were holding her breasts and pin them. "Stop doing my job for me. Alright?" She nods and looks at me. I let go of her to unzip and unbutton my pants. Pulling the down a bit before pulling her to me. She looks at the ceiling of the car and waits her chest rising and falling quickly. I slide into her slowly and moan. "Shit." Slowly thrusting in her, she bites her knuckles while wrapping her legs around my waist. "Steve, oh fuck." Her hand presses against my chest and her other runs through my hair. Before she grabs a handful of hair and tugs. "Ah, fuck." Thrusting harder into her the noises from both of us increase in volume. "Shit shit shit." Now in doggy, her hands flat pressed against the rear windshield. Hands tight on her waist. Her moans getting louder and louder, legs shaking. Her back is arched. I move one hand to grab her shoulder and speed up. "Look at me Reggie." Grinding her ass back against me through her no moans she says no. I slow down as she whines. I feel her tightening around me, as she's close. "Look at me Reggie or I won't let you cum." She lifts her head and makes eye contact with me through the reflection in the glass. "Good girl," continuing until we both lose all composure and cum. Panting, sweating, swearing,.while dressing in the back of my car. I go back to driving her home. "Robin is not going to let this go huh?" "My bet is she already knew we would fuck." I nod, "Seems accurate to me."
#imagine#stranger things#my fic#fanfic#steve x reader#steve harrington#robin stranger things#oneshot#steve smut#stranger things smut#robin buckley#dustin henderson#arrows writing
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I thought the Owl House finale was perfect in almost every way. I do have a list of complaints but most of them entirely small and unimportant nitpicks or more often personal problems only I would have.
First I do wish the Collector had others of his kind he could have gone back to. Specifically beings who could look after them and were powerful enough to stop him from hurting anyone ever again. I would of also liked to have seen the Collector have cosmic entity parents of some kind who could teach them how to use their powers responsibly and how not be a terrifying force of chaos and destruction from the stars.
Next I really wish Luz gave Belos a big and grand reason you suck speech when he tried to duck responsibility for his actions and pure evil nature. I would have loved to see her join Eda, King, & Raine in violently kicking Belos to his final demise.
I personally am terrified and creeped out by Luz’s all powerful magic form.
I hate Aladrius. Darius deserves to have a far better man than him.
Don’t like Hunter’s new palisman either. I am both a wolf person and hate Blue Jays (the bird) with a passion.
I personally find the name Waffles both insulting and terribly un creative. I know no one agrees with me, because everyone I know loves the name. So that’s a problem with me not the show.
That’s everything I didn’t like. I promise my following asks will be everything I love about the finale.
I...only really agree with you on the Collector thing, there- while I don't mind him going back to the stars because it's not really the residents of the Isles duty to parent the Collector after everything he did, I do think if he found actually chill fellow collectors/star people, he might learn better, but at least in the ending we got, the collector knows he can visit at least, as evident by him stopping by in the epilogue to do those fireworks.
But I don't really mind how Belos death went. Luz not even speaking to him as he failed to manipulate her was good, because it denied him any responses from her, she was done with him speaking as he just became a pathetic mess trying to resort to old tricks, and as many have pointed out, Luz giving Belos the same cold stare Caleb's ghost did is just perfection, really. A final haunting look before he dies.
And I honestly like Luz not joining in on the final killing blow. Because it actually puts another twist on the chosen one idea. You already got the call back to S1's whole, "You choose yourself.", where Luz chooses herself in finale, but normally in chosen one stories, they somehow deliver the final blow, but Luz doesn't. She just steps back, still giving Belos that cold stare as Eda, King and Raine reveal themselves and finish him off, a fitting end that the witches he tried to kill finish him off instead.
And I kinda like her titan witch form, its just such a good combination of Luz, Eda and King/the titan. And do not know where the uh, hate for Alador came from but uhhh, okay??? Same for the Waffles/blue jay palisman thing since I like Alador and do like the idea of him and Darius, let alone love Waffles (Blue jay) just cause of how it fits Hunter/the Clawthorne family and its clear he's happy with it, but uh, okay.
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we make the rules (lover, ch. 3)
The blaring alarm cut through the early morning silence, jarring Matthias from his slumber...
The blaring alarm cut through the early morning silence, jarring Matthias from his slumber. He groaned into the darkness, turning his head as he did so to spit out the strands of Nina’s hair that had somehow ended up in his mouth throughout the night. No matter how they began the night, they always managed to find each other in the dark, Nina curling around his body as his arms held her close, hence the increased risk of waking up to a veritable wig on his tongue every morning, though at least he hadn’t seen any hairballs… yet.
He slowly began to pull away from the girl beside him, managing to get the arm slung across her body away from her grip fairly easily, but the second, the one that was trapped underneath her as she nuzzled against his shoulder, was a bit more difficult to free. With a yank, he finally managed to do so, but the resulting jerk of her head down towards the pillow caused her to cry out in surprise.
Nina’s hand reached out to wrap around his wrist, pinning him in place. “Where are you going?” she mumbled sleepily.
Matthias sighed, leaning over to lay a soft kiss against her hairline. “I’ve got morning training, remember?”
It was the first of many early training sessions in the gym, preparation as the end of the season drew near along with the Champion Cup, and though every part of him wished he could stay with Nina in their warm bed, he was also excited for his upcoming games. Playing with the Flying Fish was different than in Fjerda, where he’d kept himself isolated from his teammates, all too aware of the cutthroat atmosphere that Coach Brum had cultivated for years before Matthias had arrived. Now, the jealous stares he’d become accustomed to were replaced by congratulatory pats on the back, rivals were now friends, and the game that had once been his salvation in the small town he’d grown up in made him smile once more.
“It should be illegal to wake up this early,” Nina said, her voice cross but her face as blank as ever. It was as if she’d decided that although she was unhappy about the situation, displaying emotion was far too difficult at this hour.
“Perhaps, but you, my love, can go right back to sleep.” He tried to pull away from her as subtly as he could, but when her grip held firm he knew she wouldn’t be that easy to get away from.
“It’s too cold without you. Come back to bed,” she whined, shifting closer to wrap one of her legs around hers, and he had to admit she did seem somewhat cold.
But if he didn’t leave soon, he wouldn’t have enough time to grab something to eat, and that wasn’t exactly an option as his stomach rumbled with dissatisfaction already. “I have to go. But I’ll be back soon.”
“What about coffee?”
“I’ll set up the machine before I leave. You’ll only have to press the button,” he said simply, using his other hand to try and release her grip to no avail.
“Breakfast?”
“I’ll grab something on the way.”
“What about my breakfast?”
Matthias sighed, but a smile spread across his face despite himself. “How about I stop by that little café on the way home and pick up some waffles and maybe a caramel latte?”
“With apple syrup?”
“As much apple syrup as your heart desires.”
Nina hesitated, her eyes still closed as if she could pretend the morning had not yet come. “Fine. But I’ll expect waffles and lattes each time this happens.” She finally let go of his wrist, her legs unwinding from his.
“Deal.”
Matthias quickly stood up, all too aware that if he lingered too long, she might latch onto him again, and he wasn’t entirely sure he could continue to say no to her. There was something about the way sleep caught on the edge of her words that had his heart melting in the palm of her hand, and he found himself wanting to please her more than anything. Instead, he leaned down to give her a soft kiss, cupping her cheek with one hand.
“Come home soon,” she whispered against his lips, and he deepened the kiss in response.
If it was the last thing he’d do, he would always make his way back to her.
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Lance sleeping beside her, she looked at the man in front of her with apathy.
"You know, I could get in trouble for giving refuge to a runaway queen, your majesty."
"I know," Isolde said calmly, her hands in her lap. "But you won't, you see. I am useless to the king - and so is… so is Lance, honestly. He doesn't exactly need the boy. I can assure you, if any problem arises, I will go back to my original kingdom with dignity."
Back to her original kingdom, with Blaine and Fredrick and Antoinette (who she, sadly, had to leave behind, but who knows? Maybe Blaine would like her…) and Leland- she was leaving behind so many people, she knew, but this was all for Lance, her darling boy.
The man - Carl, a Pastel Kingdom citizen who was a farmer - chuckled, “so prim and proper, aren’t you, missy?”
Isolde rolled her eyes at Carl, “only when I have to be, now, is our deal still on?”
“Depends,” for a bloke who looked harmless, his eyes had a certain gleam in them - a greedy one that no innocent man could have. “How many diamonds do you have for my little summer home?”
Isolde was expecting this. She reached forward in her backpack, and brought out around five, hand-sized jewels. “Count them yourself,” she said, more snarky than she intended.
He did, and, from the way his eyes practically bulged from his head, he seemed impressed. “This’ll be enough, I’m sure,” he muttered, before rummaging in his pocket, and throwing a small key at her. Isolde caught it with ease.
“Have a nice day, your majesty,” he bowed his head slowly.
“Likewise,” she said, “oh - and I’m not royalty anymore, I suppose. If I see you again, it’s Isolde Durand.”
Carl nodded, and she rose from her seat, brushing off nonexistent dust from her pants. “Get up,” she patted Lance’s head, which made him sniffle in displeasure.
“Mama,” he slid off his chair, “I’m tired…”
“Don’t worry,” she decided to pick him up, as he was too exhausted to even stand, it seemed. “We’re going home.”
“Home?” he spoke so softly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But didn't we just leave that?”
“A new one,” she rocked him slightly in her arms - he was getting so big, “I’ll carry you forever, if you want.”
Lance had such an adorable laugh, didn’t he? Isolde wished she could hear it more often. “Maaama! You can’t do that!”
“I know, baby,” she said softly, “I know.”
-
The house was a two-story, cozy cabin that had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and was already furnished, even if blandly.
Isolde felt so, so, so lucky, as she put Lance in the room next to hers. He held her hand tightly, “Mama… can we make waffles soon? Been ‘aving them.���
She could see it in his earnest expression that it wasn't the waffles he wanted - it was the familiarity, the freedom, and what life would be like in this new area.
"Of course," Isolde answered happily, "maybe we can decorate your room soon too! I'm thinking blue curtains, and a few posters, what do you think?"
Her heart ached when she saw Lance's face light up.
"Mama!" He exclaimed, his smile so bright, "that'll be so great… Can I have lanterns, too?"
Isolde held him close, "well, most definitely. We have to make this house a home."
She left Lance's bedroom with a smile on her face. Her little boy deserved happiness, and he would give it to her, no matter what she had to do.
Her own bedroom was so big; a queen's size bed with light green bedding, a dresser carved with flowers, paintings of different animals on the walls, and the like.
Isolde fell down on the bed. This would be her first time sleeping alone in a while, which made her both excited and saddened.
She fell asleep rather quickly, and when she awoke, the winter sunlight hit her face, the air cold, blanket wrapped around her.
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Throughout the next ten days, she got herself a job, as even if the gold and various jewels she brought would last her years.
She was now a waitress, and had begun writing her own book - a fictional story on the dangers of fairytale princes.
After all, if her writing career worked out, she could stay at home as an author, and wouldn't have to worry about Lance when she was gone - but for now, a waitress job wasn't so bad.
It reminded her of when she used to work at that pet shop, where she met her husband, or, more accurately, Lance's father.
She wasn't really married anymore, was she? Nobody would even know, as she'd sold off her wedding ring, too.
Thinking back on the present, Lance would be starting school when he turned six - first grade - and he'd come home everyday to her, just like a child should.
Lance usually adventured the woods with the other kids, playing in the snow, absolutely careless - as a child should.
He wouldn't grow up a prince, no, he'd grow up a child.
Her son was well-liked among other boys and girls, being strong enough to help other children climb up walls and being kind enough to share whatever lunch he had.
Isolde cleaned the dishes of their spaghetti sauce, feeling more and more thankful by the second for being gifted such a wonderful baby boy who had the softest hair (which was perfect to ruffle) and the most eccentric personality (which always made her smile, even in her darkest moments).
As they were well established in their new life, there was only one more thing that'd make this place their forever home.
And Isolde knew exactly what it was.
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Parknight imagines, miscellany 7: closure
He's reluctant to hang the phone up, but Parker knows Knight and Torres need to be on their way, and there's no point in trying to stay on the line when they're taking a chopper to Hawaii to chase after Maxwell. But he can't help staring at the screen for a second longer, thinking a supportive text from a certain caring, smiling, concerned someone will come through before she's definitely out of range.
Nevertheless, Parker pockets his phone and returns to Vivian's side. He sits and stares a while, mulling over everything that's happened.
Being framed for Ressler's death. Sweeney all too happy to come after him. McGee and Torres waffling for a heartbeat about how well they know Parker—not that he blames them for their initial doubt. Knight for having unwavering faith in him… Vivian coming out of the woodwork and him having to rely on her despite his paranoia about everything. And, of course, the Raven revealing himself and getting away. And therefore Knight and Torres assisting Tennant's team and once more putting themselves in danger.
Parker's got time on his hands to beat himself up, thinking of a million missteps, of a hundred different things he could've done or said that wouldn't've gotten him and the others to this point. He's still wallowing by the time his ex-wife wakens and is able to sit up comfortably, and he startles when she chuckles softly at the sight of him.
Vivian eyes him. "Lost in thought, I see. A lot of things really do never change," she says.
He shrugs. "Too many bad habits to count," he admits.
She musters a small smile. "I didn't call it that, Park." She furrows her brow, which is paler than usual thanks to her situation. "…thanks for being here, by the way, I'm just. I'm surprised."
Parker raises an eyebrow.
"You have a great team. The hospital staff has me covered. Why are you here with me?"
While he appreciates that she's stopped using the past tense in conjunction with his team, Parker is more surprised that she has to ask. "I couldn't abandon you, Viv. You were shot."
"So you get the guy. That's what I heard you telling someone earlier."
Oh. So she'd heard that? "They'll…they'll get him. Torres is relentless, and Knight." He grins and smirks to himself. "She's all smiles, but she's probably the toughest one of us." He pauses and thinks back on how hardheaded she's been, getting him to open up to her. …yeah, she's a tough one, in a lot of ways.
Vivian nods. "Sounds as though I have the right people on my case, then." After a minute of picking at the blanket covering her, she adds, "Still, it would've been okay, to go with them. Fighting beside them, knowing they're all right—" She lifts her eyes from the blanket and meets his confused stare.
She's talking about one person in particular, Parker realizes.
Vivian gives him the tiniest of shrugs. "It's a good thing, really. You and I? We weren't right for each other, but I'm happy to see you happy, Park."
He really does mean to be here with Vivian, and he's never expected to hear those words from her. But they evoke both relief and regret, because while he's glad to close this chapter from his past…he knows he definitely wishes he could've been sitting on Knight's other side on that flight.
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He left an apology note on the kitchen table the night before he left. The envelope was crisp and white with a small heart drawn in the bottom left corner with a glittery gel pen. I could recognize the way he drew hearts anywhere, a little lopsided and round—no sharp corners, not even at the bottom. He scrawled his name in cursive next to it, and the envelope was sealed with a sticker made to resemble a wax seal. Opening the envelope revealed a letter, neat cursive written on copy paper. There was a coffee stain on the top corner, like he’d accidentally placed his mug on it as he quickly wrote the letter at night, his only illumination the light of the moon. Quickly writing down his thoughts out of fear that I would wake up and catch him. He knew that if he saw me, if we locked eyes as he was about to leave, he would never be able to go through with it. I was his weakness, and the tears that would fall out would further ruin him. It would break his heart.
And I wanted that, really. I wanted to break his heart in many, many ways. Not before he left, but because he left. Why did he leave? Wasn’t it all perfect? Did he not enjoy the breakfast I made for him on Sundays? Waffles and eggs and toast and sausage. The smell of bacon sizzling and tea on the stove. And the walks we took in the park or strolls in the city at night. The movie theater and butter popcorn—we’d laugh at all the same scenes, our sense of humor was so similar. And the little origami cranes you would pack in my lunch box before we went to work, and peeling tangerines together. I could not imagine a single thing that was wrong with it all.
It was all insecurity, you led yourself into your own downfall. If you were to come back to me I would accept you with open arms. You do not need to be afraid of me, that I will leave you or break your heart. I will cradle you and tell you it is okay. Make you coffee and pour you a steaming mug. Buy you rubber stamps and wax seals.
And perhaps we can write letters together, to one another, rather than goodbyes hastily written at night. Inflicting pain and suffering on yourself by doubting your own worth will never be of any benefit. Could you not have talked to me, told me the doubt you were feeling? I could have reassured you, let you know that out of all the love that I have been given in the world, yours has been the sweetest.
Many of the problems in this world could be fixed through such simple things. Kind words and hugs and kisses. Or perhaps I think too simplistically. I know that the thoughts in your mind and the heaviness in your heart cannot easily be fixed, yet there are remedies to doubt. A simple question could have told you, but even then, I wish you had taken a chance to look around. Take in all the love around you. Realize that it surrounds you in all the little things. The shirt you received 3 years ago as a birthday present from your sister that you still wear. The first tie you ever wore, gifted to you by your father, that you still wear to events. The watch that your mother gifted you. The empty sink at home—showing that the dishes were washed so you wouldn’t have to wash them yourself. All the kisses and hugs and kind words. The world is giving you love so accept it, who are you to deem yourself unworthy when everyone else is giving it to you?
Please come back. There is a cup of coffee waiting for you on the kitchen table.
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love is in the simple things ♡ t.h
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↳ tom holland x reader
summary → first date with tom.
words count: 735 words
n/a → hello love! it’s been a while i didn’t post a thing on my tumblr. I have so many wip to done, i’m so late with that and i’m so sorry about that. So, to make me wait for bigger fic, here’s a little blurb, asked by the lovely, the sweetest @justapurrcat ! Thank you sweetie!
ps; don’t forget english is not my native language. I hope you will love it ! Stay aware on my blog for more blurb and fic, it’s coming. I promise
Love is found in the simple things. Even when you're dating a celebrity. Tom was Tom to you, not Spider-Man or Peter Parker or Nathan Drake or Arvin Russel. Tom was not Tom Holland, only Tom for you. You expected nothing from him, nothing more than what he wanted to give you. And a simple “hello” slowly turned, over the days, into "I'm going to take Tessa for a walk today. Would you like to come with me?".
So it's just as simple as you joined the Brit in the park. Tessa was a very social and affectionate dog, you had no trouble approaching her, with delicacy and restraint, to greet her. And after she sniffed your hand and showed her agreement, you tickled between her ears with a frank and happy smile. Tom scratched the back of his neck with a small smile, looking so good in his simple, slightly baggy jeans and oversized t-shirt, layered over a gray long-sleeved undershirt. Tom, simply, as you appreciate it.
He complimented your outfit and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
"There's this little trailer near Tess' favorite spot. Can I...can I get you a coffee there?" Tom asked you, shyly and you thought that was absolutely adorable
You bit your lower lip, still smiling, your eyes sparkling with vitality and joy to share such a normal moment with Tom. You realized he was waiting for an answer and just shook your head positively. The glint of joy in Tom's eyes was then reflected in a blissful smile.
"You'll see, they also make delicious Belgian waffles. I always get one and an extra whipped cream on the side for Tess. I know it's not good for her, but I like to make her happy. She has the right to eat some little sweets too..."
You let out a melodious and sincere laugh at the playful tirade of the boy who made your heart beat, then looked at him with a tender look.
"I would love to try these Belgian waffles, Tom" you confessed with a huge smile.
It didn't take you more than ten minutes to get to the trailer in question. It was all wooden, it wasn't a cold iron food truck like you used to see. No, it looked really warm, friendly and the window display made your mouth water. Tom ordered and offered you the snack, you thanked him even though you wished to return the favor.
The waffle was delicious, you had taken the whipped cream supplement with a caramel topping and a few chocolate chips. The moment was simple, happy and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Tom.
"You have chocolate everywhere" you said with amusement
"Where?" he asked trying to erase the wrong side of his face
"Wait, right here"
You took a self-service towel and wiped the actor's face like a small child, wrinkled your nose with an amusing grimace before laughing again.
"There, here we are "
"Thank you"
He looked his chocolate eyes into yours and you smiled, more shyly this time. Tom really appreciated that you liked him for him and this first date with you seemed so natural to him, as if he could already tell you everything. That's why he started, without fear
"I really want to kiss you, but I don't want to overstep the bounds."
Your eyes shone with blazing emotion, genuinely appreciating this man's gallantry. You shook your head positively, not sure the words would come out of your mouth. Tom then leaned over you and placed his lips against yours. First it was a simple kiss, an almost chaste touch before your lips moved into each other more tenderly. Like the English gentleman he was, Tom pulled out before the kiss grew hot.
It was at this precise moment that Tessa pulled on the leash in an attempt to chase some ducks. Tom's arm fluttered in surprise, dipping his waffle and whipped cream onto your nose. After the shock of the action, and a small reprimand for his dog, the Brit laughed and joked.
"Oh no, Y/N!, you have whipped cream everywhere" he laughed at you.
"Oh, is it true? I hadn't noticed! Do you want to give me a hug, Tom?"
You stretched your arms out to him, laughing out loud, followed by Tom. Yes, that first date was perfect...And the love was in the simple things.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2
Part 1
Hiii I don't know if you take request but can i request like a chris evans x reader like the reader and chris are married and chris is having a bad day or something so chris go out to the pub and go home drunk and its been going for 3 days and the reader and chris has a 6year old and the reader have been doing all the work and taking care of they're daughter and they're daughter miss chris bc chris is never home and just go home until 12 or 2 in the morning or if chris is home he never play with her daughter and they're daughter is sad abt it bc they're daughter though chris doesn't love her anymore and chris miss her play in school even though chris promise so that day when chris miss her daughter's play the reader confront chris abt it and chris said he doesn't care abt his daughter and he said he didn't know why he married the reader bc she's clingy but chris didn't know that they're daughter heard what chris said abt her and chris didn't know also that the reader is 6-7 weeks pregnant and the reader and chris heard they're daughter sob and that moment chris realize it all his mistakes? and apologize to them idk if this make sense and im sorry if this is so longg, thank you in advance stay safe! <3
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒅! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕
Chris paced back and forth as he tried to call you for the 10th time. It was the next day, he was sober and the images from last night clouded his brain. Seeing the pain and anger on your face as he said he wish he never married you.
Seeing isabella crying from his disgusting words. That hurt him the most, he regret everything.
The phone went to voicemail again making Chris groan. You had every right to not talk to you, but he wanted to know you and isabella was okay. You were still his wife.
Chris sighed sitting down on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with his palm, exhaling for the hundredth time.
The house phone on the table beside the couch rung causing Chris to quickly grab it. He thought it was you but no, it was your doctor.
"hi is this Mrs Evans?" Chris frowned, "uh no but this is Mr Evans." Chris said, he was deeply confused.
"oh well you tell Mrs Evans that have her next appointment date to check on the baby."
Chris stood up, he wasn't sure he heard right. "I'm sorry, the baby?"
The innocence lady on the other side of the phone phone gasped, "oh I'm sorry, you didn't know."
"no it's fine." Chris sighed softly, his heart picking up speed in his chest. "I'll tell her, thank you." He hung up the phone throwing it onto the couch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He mumbled to himself. He really needed to find you and isabella.
*
You laid in the uncomfortable bed, isabella sleeping soundly beside you. It was around 8 in the morning and thoughts from yesterday filled your mind.
"I wish I never married you"
"Forget isabella, I don't care about her stupid play"
It hurt just knowing he thought those things. It took some time last night, but you managed to go to sleep around 3am. Now it was morning time, you were in a crappy hotel, and Chris was blowing up your phone like crazy.
You sighed pulling back the blanket. You walked to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, your almost 3 month along bump was showing. You tore your eyes from it looking at your face. You were trying not to think about Chris in that moment.
"get it together y/n." You whispered to yourself.
"mommy." You looked back to the doorway seeing isabella. Her stuff bear was in her hands as she rubbed her sleepy eye with the other hand.
"good morning honey."
You walked over to her, "did you sleep good?" Isabella looked up at you. "Yeah, I slept great." You laughed, "that's great. Uh do you wanna go get some breakfast? We can eat some pancakes and waffles, what you say bug?"
Isabella started to think, it was almost like you can see the wheels turning in her head. "Uhh yeah. Can we see daddy too?"
Your stomach did a flip, you didn't think she'll be okay with what he said about her, but She was 6 so maybe that was the reason.
"umm... Yeah, yeah. We can see daddy." Isabella smiled, "okay, I watch TV now." She walked back over to the bed, hopping in it. You exhaled, running your hands over your face. Here goes nothing you thought to yourself.
*
Chris phone ringing interrupting him from his daze. He picked it up seeing your contact. His heart picked up as he answered it.
"y/n, are you okay?" On the other side of the phone you sighed, "yeah, I'm fine. Look um isabella want see you so can you meet us at the diner at (some street name)?"
Chris nodded even though you couldn't see him. "Yeah, of course." He walked to the foyer to put on his shoes. "Umm, I love you." Chris said. He wasn't expecting you to say it back, but you did. When you did, his heart skipped and a smile formed on his face.
You hung up the phone. You let out a sigh once again. Here goes nothing.
*
You sat in the diner, isabella beside you coloring in the booklet they gave her. You both were waiting for Chris to come.
Your mind was filled, you couldn't even figure out what you were thinking about at all at this point.
After waiting a few more minutes, you heard the diner door open. In walked Chris. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers and stuffed animal. You were guessing it was his apologize.
He walked over to you both, just like yours, his heart was beating pretty hard in his chest.
"hey." Chris smiled shyly at you as you got up. "Hi." You tore your eyes from his, looking down at isabella. She was looking up at her daddy with a soft smile on her face. Chris kneeled down to her height. "Hi baby." He said to her softly. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean any of it, I promise. Can you forgive me?"
isabella's small smile grew to a bigger one. "Yeah." Chris smiled at her. "Okay, give me a hug."
Isabella giggled as she Wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris hugged her close. He felt relived she forgave him, he felt so bad for saying what he said to her and he's going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
He pulled away from her, he handed the stuffed animal to her before standing back up.
He looked back at you. "Uh these are for you. It's not an apology, I'll give you a sincere apology later, but for now I have these." He looked at you, he had bags under his eyes from his sleepless night, and tear streaks on his cheeks from the crying he did.
you quickly tore your eyes from His taking the flowers. "Thanks." You cleared your throat. "Uh shall we have breakfast?"
Chris inhaled, "yeah." He walked over to the opposite side of the table and took a seat. You did the same sitting back beside isabella. You all ordered trying to forget about the tension that was very much between you and Chris. It was nice that you both were talking, but you just couldn't wait for the much needed talk later that night.
*
It was around 8 pm. You and Chris decided to drop her off at his mom's house. You didn't want what happened the day before to happen again.
You sat on the couch fiddling with your shirt end. Chris was in the kitchen getting you both something to drink before you talked.
"so um.. I got you some water." Chris said walking over to you handing you the glass of water. You thanked him Taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. Chris sat beside you with a sigh.
"I.. I'm sorry for yesterday. I didn't mean any of it. It just slipped out because I was drunk and tired, I wasn't in my right head space in the moment and I took out on you and Bella and I'm sorry." He breathed out. He scanned your face waiting for you to speak. You shook your head, you didn't look at him but you spoke.
"yeah you're sorry, but you really hurt me. I wish I was never, that's fucked up and it hurts so much. If you never wanted to marry me why did you?"
You turned to Chris, tears threatening to spill over. The look on your face hurted Chris, he fucked up big time and he knew it.
"no, I didn't mean that, I swear. I love you more than anything. I don't regret marrying you, it was just a stupid mistake... I'm sorry baby."
Tears were starting to form in chris' eye. He felt guilty, he knew no amount of words could fix what he done but he was sorry more than anything.
"you promise?" You looked at him. Your lips were trembling Because of your crying.
"I promise." Chris said. He cupped your cheek with his hand. He placed a light kiss on your nose, but it wasn't enough for you. You went way too long without kissing him, you weren't going to waste another second not.
You grabbed his chin kissing him. Somehow his chap lips felt soft. They felt like home to you, you missed them so much.
You pulled away looking back at Chris. "I have something I need to tell you." You said fiddling with his hands.
"I'm pregnant."
Chris gave you a sour look, you already knew why. "You know?" Chris nodded, "the doctor called. they have an appointment for you, they want you to call them back to tell you."
You exhaled, "well... Surprise." You laughed making Chris smile. He missed that sound. He's been gone for so many nights he totally forgot how it sounded.
"can I come to the next appointment?" Chris pouted his lip making you laugh. "Of course you can. You need to your little peanut. I'm thinking it's a boy"
Chris frowned, "no I'm pretty sure it's a girl."
"you haven't seen them yet." You said to him Rolling your eyes playfully. "I know but I want another princess."
"touche."
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It's not that good but thank you for reading. I had fun breaking y'all hurts on the first part lol
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