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angelicdanvers · 4 months

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BREATHE DEEPER | four.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, levizmiller, dior.n.goodjohn, and others

y/n — australia’s my new fav country

tagged | levizmiller

levizmiller i’m challenging you to another round of pool tonight ↳ y/n bet

iamcharliebushnell when’d you go to australia? 😭 ↳ y/n when u didn’t show up for acai bowls >:( ↳ iamcharliebushnell im sowwy ↳ y/n DONT YOU DARE ↳ iamcharliebushnell okok sorry but thought you'd be in london ↳ y/n soon, yeah :')

levizmiller y/n im gonna poke you ↳ y/n okayy hi ↳ levizmiller let’s get boba ↳ y/n YES

dior.n.goodjohn I MISS U COME BACK TO ME ↳ y/n once my australian chronicles are over i promise i will <3 ↳ dior.n.goodjohn WOOOO

walker.scobell youre pretty! ↳ y/n thanks lil dude!

i.am.andrewalvarez AUSSIEEE ↳ y/n THE SWEET ESCAPE FR

aryansimhadri DID YOU SEE KANGAROOS ↳ y/n NO NOT YET THOUGH I HOPE I DO

dailymail Y/n and Levi? ;)

user omg bf reveal happening??

user2 ive never held my breath this much

“GALILEO’S GALS” — 5 notifications!

chanel’s enemy Y/N

lee lee Y/N

dr dre why am i in this gc

chanel’s enemy because u are

lee lee we’re getting off topic Y/NNN CMERE

↳ hiiiii?

chanel’s enemy HIIII HRU ILY

↳ ILY TOO BAE IM GOOD WBU

chanel’s enemy WE GOOD WE HAVE SOME ?’s THO

↳ oh?

lee lee ARE YOU AND LEVI DATING

dr dre OHH THIS MAKES SENSE YEAH ARE YOU??

↳ nooooo

chanel’s enemy that’s a very interesting no

↳ we’re not but idk

chanel’s enemy what

lee lee girl wdym

↳ we’re not dating but i think he likes me? idk

dr dre do you like him back though???

↳ eh he’s very sweet but i’ve always seen him as a best friend, i don’t think we could be more

lee lee do you want to be more??

↳ i mean, i’d give him a chance if he asked? but it’s not anything i’m particularly into or wanting

chanel’s enemy okay that helps

↳ uhhh why

dr dre well if my sleepy ass remembers correctly, everyone and their mother are wondering if you’re dating

↳ nah that aint possible

lee lee it is, stupid dailymail picked up on it first 💀

↳ my manager’s asleep, no wonder she hasn’t updated me lol oh well idgaf they can think what they want

chanel’s enemy but even walker and charlie are 😭

↳ they’re gonna forget it in t-minus four secs it’s fine

dr dre whatever you say, ma’am but are you sure that ‘cryptic’ caption won’t cause any issues??

↳ uhh andrew you’re scaring me

dr dre what if someone likes you? like like-likes you and knows you and gets hella jealous or doubtful? and not saying charlie does but he was raving about how he might finally get to hang out with you, ONE ON ONE. what if he thinks he can't because he thinks you two are dating?

↳ bro first off ik you don’t like me, neither does aryan and i know its DEFINITELY not walker

lee lee girl he had a celeb crush on you a few years ago dont tell him i told u that

chanel’s enemy LMFAOOOO but no andrew has a point how come you didn’t mention charlie? 🤨

dr dre yeah i was just aboutta say 🤨 especially after my little analysis?

↳ SECONDLY, guys, charlie doesn’t. not one bit and that’s obvious, like he isn’t even in considerations. i understand what he may feel but he has nothing to worry about. he knows i won't ditch him or anything lol (right?) but if anything the only person that’d be a little confused or whatnot is william

chanel’s enemy WHAT?? AS IN WILLIAM FRANKLYN MILLER??

lee lee huh 😃

↳ we dated for a month back when we were 15 or so and realized we were way better off as friends

lee lee why ?

↳ idk i think i was just jealous of lily 😭 but anyways we’ve been just friends since and i’m completely happy with that. i don't see him romantically anymore, yeah he’s hot but like nah. but yeah if he was confused, it's probably because i was best friends with levi when we dated too and might question if he was the cause of our split?? AGAIN THATS IF HE OVERTHINKS IT

dr dre i feel like i’m reading an autobiographical analysis you definitely are fond towards “millers”

↳ ur welcome <333 and NO i am not

chanel’s enemy okok so we got several people who’d be jealous

↳ WHAT WDYM SEVERAL I ONLY LISTED ONE

lee lee ain’t no way you’re ignoring charlie

↳ DUDES I REALLY DONT THINK HE LIKES ME

dr dre but there could be a possibility? just don’t rule him out

↳ bro he doesn't like me 😭 but yeah trust me everything’s gonna be okay again i dont like anyone and no one likes me, and we'll make sure it's obvious i'm single in case anyone does though that may take a while... ANYWAYS

lee lee suuuuure you should hang out with charlie btw

↳ idk why but im scared to 😭

lee lee but you need to he misses you a lot yk

↳ doesn’t change the fact that im SCARED

lee lee WHY WOULD YOU BE SCARED ITS JUST CHARLIE

↳ IDK I JUST DONT WANNA SEEM STUPID OR UNATTRACTIVE AND SHIT

lee lee HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL THE TIME AND MESSES UP JUST AS MUCH, YOURE NOT THE EMBARRASSING ONE HERE

↳ DUDE I KNOW I CAN BE AND I DONT WANNA DRIVE HIM AWAY

dr dre sure you and levi hang out and are sweet and shit but BRO the teeth rotting sugar is you and charlie in your damn COMMENTS

↳ ITS NOT THAT BAD, IS IT?? 😭 GOD I HOPE CHARLIE DOESNT THINK OF ME ANY DIFFERENTLY

chanel’s enemy i think u like charlie, miss girl

↳ NO

dr dre nah, they’d be cute together, even charlie said so himself

chanel’s enemy you dumbass

dr dre uhhh ANYWAYS said too much im gonna sleep again love youse

lee lee BRO yeah night babes <3

chanel’s enemy LOVE U BAE GN

↳ what the duck STUPID AUTOCORRECT WHAT THE FUCK AINT NO WAY YALL JUST DIPPED fine ily guys too </3 BUT DONT THINK IM LETTING THAT GO EASILY ugh what do you guys mean 😭 aint no way thats true OKOK YK WHAT BYE!! FOR REAL THIS TIME

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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which jungkook’s tattoos cure your winter blues and you paint his life with colors.

> fluff / wc: 2.3k

> warnings: brief mention of mother gothel being an abusive gaslighter lol you’ll seeeee, one (1) nipple pinch

note: reblogged this post with the tattoos mentioned in the drabble so you can check those out for better visualization if you want !! :D

my first post of year being about jungkook’s tattoos only feels right. hehe feedback is always appreciated <3

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you breathe out another sigh as your peripheral vision catches the view of snow falling from the heavens yet again. you’re lying on the floor with a pillow and a blanket, only a few feet away from the glass door dividing the balcony and the living room.

“a penny for your thoughts?”

you tilt your head to peek through the book you’re reading. “what?”

“you’ve been sighing and pouting.” jungkook points out from the couch, dedicated to the task of folding the fresh laundry. two stacks of clothes, separated by yours and his, are sitting on his right, while the laundry basket is on his left.

“. . . and your octopus is mad.” referring to that famous reversible octopus plushie you bought for fun many months ago. it’s sitting behind your pillow, color blue and stitched with a displeased expression.

you lay down the book over your chest before sighing deeply. “i feel sad. i miss summer.”

your confession makes him quirk a curious eyebrow. “you miss summer? but you hate summer.”

unsure about how to explain yourself, you stick with silence, eyeing him intently with a frown you don’t even realize you’re making.

“what’s that look for?” he chuckles nervously while clutching a pair of your pajama shorts to his chest.

“you’re wearing a sweater.”

as if on cue, he looks down at the cream-colored sweater embracing his torso. “and? you got this for me.”

“it’s the reason i’m missing summer!” you sit up abruptly, the book stumbling over your lap before it finally lands on the floor. and before you can rethink the words you’ve been whining non-stop inside your head, they break free from the restraints on your tongue. “i miss seeing your tattoos.”

an amused grin paints his face. he throws his head back with his eyes closed and nose scrunched, laughing with no sound as he processes your revelation.

“that’s what this is about?”

“. . . yes.” you answer hesitantly, realizing how you just dug yourself a grave and pushed yourself in it.

he tuts as he tucks his long hair behind his ears, crossing his legs and stretching his tattooed arm on top of the couch’s backrest. you catch the tail of his snake tattoo peeking out of the sweater’s sleeve.

what an evil, sexy, sexy man.

“it’s your fault. you won’t let me turn up the heating so i’m always cold.”

“i woke up sweating yesterday when you turned it up again. this is a house, not a sauna.”

“and you make it too cold!” he interjects with a laugh. “want to meet halfway?”

it seems that the deal he just offered is the only possible solution to your winter blues. the holidays have come and gone. the decorations and lights are already being taken down, and you can’t stand to live a colorless life.

you act defeated, feigning your eagerness, but he doesn’t miss the small smile forming on your face. “fiiine.”

“okay!” he enthusiastically responds with that satisfied grin he makes when he gets his way.

he doesn’t waste any time. he instantly goes to adjust the temperature inside the house, going exactly between the numbers you stubbornly punch in behind each other’s backs. forced to come out of your little cocoon, you rip away the blanket from your body and toss it aside.

“i’ll get rid of the sweater now.” he clicks his tongue and sends a teasing wink your way as he walks to your shared bedroom.

you groan, burying your flustered face in the palm of your hands to hide. “i hate you sometimes.”

his melodic laughter echoes in the hallway.

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jungkook enters the walk-in closet to replace the sweater with a classic white sleeveless shirt. on sunny days, he often wears this or go shirtless in your home. you’ve been especially happy with that since summer last year— after he got his faded tattoos colored, redesigned, and covered up.

of course, you’ve always shown plenty admiration to his first tattoos and the many more that came after them. he gradually filled up the space on his right arm with the ink and formed a tattoo sleeve. however, his new and improved tattoos seem to bring you a special kind of joy he must admit he doesn’t fully understand.

he’s been planning to get his arm fixed since he noticed the tattoos starting to fade, but he struggled to find the time to finalize his design ideas and get the job done. the truth is you were the one who inspired him to quit overthinking every little detail, and to finally carry on with his long overdue plans.

it all started with his birth flower.

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“all those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in~” you sung along softly to tangled’s most beloved song.

jungkook diverted his attention from the television to observe you, unconsciously smiling to himself as he did so. your legs were draped over his lap, and your back was hunched forward as you entertained yourself with coloring his tiger lily tattoo as if it was a page on a coloring book.

it was seven minutes past midnight, and you like the room as dark as possible when you do movie date nights. that’s why you were practically using the lanterns during rapunzel and flynn rider’s ‘i see the light’ as your own lights of guidance as well.

when you paused the movie just before the song started, he thought you were just going to use the bathroom. but you quickly came back with the box of temporary tattoo markers he forgot that even existed. he bought it years ago and used the black marker to figure out the placements of his hand tattoos because he was scared that he’d end up not liking how they looked together. honestly, he doesn’t even remember packing it when he moved in with you. were you the one who saved it from the discard pile?

and as you held his arm close to you, you innocently asked him. “may i?”

“do whatever you want, baby.” he gave permission not only because your bewitching eyes were sparkling, but also because he knew how you find joy in doing little things like this.

you were most probably inspired by the sundrop flower mother gothel stole, he thought as he watched you bring his birth flower to life. you colored the anthers dark brown, and you were already halfway done with the orange petals.

he noticed that you kept on trying to move your head closer to his arm so you could see the details of his tattoo better, which caused your glasses to often slide down your nose bridge, so he took it upon himself to hang it suspended in the air to make things easier for you.

that was until you slapped his wrist lightly. “put it down. your arm will get sore.”

and he dropped it back down.

“thanks, baby boy.”

the pet name made him blush profusely, the rose tint that adorned the apple of his cheeks concealed by the light from the television screen reflecting on his face. its effect on him, never changing, because you only utter it occasionally and it catches him off guard every damn time.

when she successfully brought rapunzel back to the tower, you brought up how mother gothel is one of scariest disney villains for her realistic portrayal of an abusive gaslighter posing as a loving mother. jungkook didn’t even realize that you were still watching the movie. and then you obstructed his vision with the box of markers to briefly steal his attention away from the screen.

“pick two colors.”

“hmm, red and blue.”

“i’m doing this one next.” you pointed at the ‘WINNERS NEVER QUIT’ tattoo above the crease of his forearm. “should i use the colors interchangeably or like make a gradient?”

“gradient.” he responded, yawning sleepily right after.

“i sound like a real artist, don’t i?” you asked with a toothy grin.

“you are one. this looks pretty, love.” he talked about the tiger lily, stretching his forearm towards the television to shine light over it. “when did you get a glitter pen?”

you waved the gold glitter pen with a giggle. you used it to make the flower look like it was radiating magical star dust. “i brought it with the markers.”

and that’s when he decided to finally contact the tattoo artist he’s been meaning to meet up with since the year prior. you made him see the element of art that his tattoos dangerously lacked. colors.

if there was anyone on earth who would be able to open his eyes to that, it only made sense that it would be you.

—

“you finished showering?” you peeked into the walk-in closet, excitedly skipping your way to jungkook. he was standing infront of his underwear cabinet, fresh from the shower and only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

he chuckled straight away when he noticed you holding the tube of ointment. “wait. let me put on my boxers first.”

“okaaay.”

you eagerly waited for him on the bench from the other side of the small room. he swiftly slid on a pair of black boxers and sat next to you, offering his arm for your therapeutic indulgence. ever since jungkook started getting his cover-ups done, you already made it part of your routine to apply the prescribed ointment on his healing tattoos throughout the day.

some people meditate, some people solve puzzles. you? you sit down and take your sweet time admiring the glorious pieces of art inked on your boyfriend’s skin.

“they’re so itchy. i want to scratch.” he spoke through gritted teeth as you applied a thin layer of the ointment on top of the tattoos on the outside of his forearm.

“i’m practically scratching them, you know?”

you cautiously swiped your fingers across his ‘RATHER BE DEAD THAN COOL’ and ‘MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES’ tattoos, connected by the letter T like they were the answers to a crossword puzzle. they were enhanced by giving them colored shadows: the former’s is red, and the latter blue. and because the letter T completes both tattoos, they mixed the two colors and gave it a purple shadow. oh god, it scratches your brain just right every time you see them. you love yourself some color theory.

the ones on the inside are almost completely healed, you’ve been through the itchiness and peeling off phase with them already. it never gets easier no matter how many times he has experienced it, always complaining about the itchy phase being worse than the pain of getting poked with the needles.

“no, you’re not. you’re so gentle that i feel like i’m being tickled. it makes it worse.” he cried out in frustration, head falling on your shoulder as he fought the excruciating urge to scratch his skin.

“so you want me to be rough and infect you?”

“. . . no.” his awkward voice came out muffled against your neck. “it actually makes me feel nice. like, inside my heart. thank you.”

—

“are you happy now, baby?”

jungkook’s mellifluous voice steals your focus from the purple sweater you’re folding over the table. he towers over you with his naked muscular arms crossed infront of his chest— the ravishing view you’ve dearly missed makes your lips slowly curve into a shy smile.

gone is the melancholia that visibly weighed you down, replaced by an aura he can only describe as the sunrise, but even the sunrise would hang its head in shame if challenged by your beauty and grace.

dear god, he wants to spend the rest of his waking days making you happy and learning what it means to be alive from the look on your face.

“very much.” you loop your hands around his forearms, and with a playful roll of his eyes, he lets you pull his weight down to the couch.

“you folded the rest of the clothes? how are you so fast?”

you reward his tattooed shoulder with lingering kisses before caging his face in your hands to give his lips a rather chaste one.

“i did. that’s the last one.” you pout at the direction of the sweater.

being your boyfriend’s diligent self, he scoots forward to fold it, excited to tick off the task of folding laundry from his to-do list. you seize this opportunity to trace the blue ‘BulletProof’ under his elbow, still finding the font super cool despite seeing it almost (fuck winter) everyday. knowing this all too well, jungkook smiles at the feeling of your delicate fingers caressing his skin. it’s almost as if you’re scared you could possibly erase the ink needled under it.

after carrying each of your own pile of folded clothes to the closet, jungkook voices out the idea that popped in his mind when he was changing his top. “let’s watch rapunzel. i’m in the mood for a disney movie today.”

you fail to bottle up a giggle, finding his little mistake so heartwarmingly endearing. “sure. but babe, the movie is called tangled.”

his doe eyes widen comically as if he was struck by headlights in the middle of the night. “that’s what i said!”

you lightly pinch his nipple. “you liar!”

“. . . was that supposed to be a punishment?”

you blink. “yes.”

his mischievous smile tells you everything that you need to know. “i said tangled the first time! cross my heart!”

“not gonna work anymore.” you stick your tongue out playfully, picking up the octopus plushie beside you and turning it inside out to reveal its yellow smiling face.

it’s his turn to sigh dramatically today.

as he starts typing ‘tangled’ on the television using the remote control, he mumbles to himself. “it was a nice try.”

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almightyellie · 2 years

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all your'n

in which you both know that he loves you. of course, you do.

word count is 1.6k

author says i simply love jake seresin, but not as much as i love a wedding date fic <3

title inspo is all your'n by tyler childers

“you two are a beautiful couple.”

an hour and a half ago, you might have corrected jake’s aunt (cousin?), but how many times can you smile politely and say, oh, just friends, actually and face that expression, half confused and half disappointed? now, you and jake just smile, and jake squeezes your waist while you say, “that’s so sweet, thank you.”

a wedding had seemed like an easy favor, but now you wonder how it ever could be. a room full of seresins, a little boozy and high off a joining of two souls. they’re as southern as southern comes, and the thrill of love and alcohol only further emphasizes this. jake laughs softly in your ear, squeezing you close.

he should have known that this would happen—you have a sneaking suspicion that maybe he did—but he had a little extra faith in his family, hoping they would be focused only on his baby sister on her day. you can tell she kind of loves it, though, because every time you catch her eye with a silent plea for help, she giggles and claps. she’s almost as bad as her brother.

neither of them are half as bad as their mother.

“isn’t it wonderful?” she croons, holding the two of you together. “i’ve been telling them to get together for years. they finally listened.” she finishes with a wink in your direction and a knowing smile. she truly had been telling you two to get together as long as she’s known you, but she’s taking this opportunity to really play it up.

you pinch jake’s side, sharing a knowing look with him. his tux offsets his tanned skin beautifully despite his complaints. beth had insisted he not wear his uniform (“don’t steal my limelight, asshole!”) to her civilian wedding, and though you loved a chance to see him in his uniform, it had been years since you’d seen him in any non-military formal wear. oh, was it a sight.

with a soft smile, he nods once. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he goads. “i think you’ve earned a drink.”

it’s almost a struggle to get to the bar unscathed, but it’s oh so worth it when you do and jake pays for your drink. “you shouldn’t have, babe,” you giggle.

he laughs good-naturedly. “you’re annoying. sit down.”

jake’s feeling like a real big man with you on his arm, looking so right and pretty. he’s been looking forward to this for weeks; any excuse to spend a few hours with you making him look better. he has to admit, his family is right. the two of you are a damn fine couple, and the ache he’s gotten so used to hurts a little more than normal.

you’ve known one another for years. somedays, jake thinks you know him better than he knows himself. most days, though, he knows that couldn’t possibly be true. if you knew him better than he knew himself, you would know that sometimes you smile at him and he gets a head rush. you would know that he lies awake at night just in case you text him something ridiculous about your cat or your job. you can’t know that just the sight of you makes his heart pound and his mouth dry because if you did, you would never look at him the same. you could never treat him like he’s just jake ever again, because you would know that you weren’t, and never had been, just you. you had always been everything.

you know a little more than you let on, but you won’t ever bring it up. he hadn’t always been so obvious, but since his return from top gun, he’s been just slightly different. you can’t know the specifics, but you know that he’s had a change of heart; he’s a little more open, a little more apologetic. a little less subtle. your best friend has such an ego, he might never survive if you told him that his jealousy, that his almost-yearning has been clear as day for the last few months.

he doesn’t realize that he’s been staring until you tilt your head at him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. “what?” you ask, taking a long pull from your water.

“i like this,” he answers honestly, brushing his knuckles softly against your hairline.

you smile disbelievingly at him, slightly incredulous. “like what?”

his cheeks pinken up and his smile, though still trying to pull off that smug act, can’t fool you. he’s bashful. “i just mean…that i like when we’re together.”

with a quiet laugh, you say, “well, i should hope so. we’ve spent the last ten years glued together.” the song changes and he loses what little nerve he managed to scrape together, so he finishes your water and nods when you insist, “come dance with me.”

“the road cones blur like memories of the miles we shared between,” he sings easily, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and grabbing your hand with the other. it’s one of his favorites, one you know far too well, and you’re happy to let him hum in your ear. he’s only a little tone-deaf—he struggles with the higher notes, and it’s such a familiar sound that you melt into his chest.

with his mouth against your ear and his thumb stroking circles against the back of your hand, you two sway on the dance floor. you like this, too. you like the way he holds you, how he smiles at you like you’re the only person he can see. you like when he sings to you even though you always jeer him, even though there are people around, even though he doesn’t need to.

the lights strung across the venue ceiling reflect in your eyes when you pull back to look at him. he’s entranced, especially when the corner of your lip turns up. “now what’s that look?”

he shakes his head with a growing grin, pulling you a little closer. “just thinking,” he answers.

your brows pinch in faux concern. “careful, seresin. you’ve been doing a lot of that tonight; don’t hurt yourself.”

with a roll of his eyes, he pinches your side. “watch it,” he warns, the smile evident in his voice, and you giggle.

“i think i smell smoke.”

jake heaves a long sigh, still swaying with you as you muffle your giggles in his suit jacket. “you think you’re cute, huh?”

you beam at him, tilting your head. “i think we both know that i’m adorable.”

“and you’re lucky you are, honey,” he murmurs, warm hand stroking up your spine. he’s looking at you unflinchingly, that twitch of his lips giving away his thoughts. It’s the first time all night that he isn’t shying away from openly adoring you.

you shiver under his gaze; he looks better than ever, under the soft lighting in his fancy suit. it’s the low rumble of his words, your chests pressed together, and the way he looks at you. you’ve always seen that little glimmer of adoration in him; you know him too well not to. part of you was waiting on him to make a move, but something about this moment—the warmth of his body and the way his eyes flicker to your lips, the unconscious way he pulls you closer.

jake feels faint at the sober way you look at him, like you’re looking right through him into his very soul. he almost shivers against you, but you don’t notice. you’re too busy leaning into him, resting your weight against his chest and nudging your nose against his. you’re sure his mother is staring, but you can’t find it in yourself to pull away; the thought of being watched doesn’t even cross jakes mind. he’s too wrapped up in you, eagerly awaiting your next move.

featherlight, your lips brush his. it’s hesitant, a little bashful, and he doesn’t want to startle you away but he can’t help himself. he makes the final leap and presses his lips to yours. a large, warm hand fills the dip of the small of your back, and you take in a deep breath as he kisses you earnestly. you stroke his cheek tenderly, allowing him more access. a little shiver trembles down your spine, goosebumps blooming across your arms; you hadn’t realized how desperate you had been to break the contract of your friendship until you had. years of waving off his mother and sister, years of waiting for him to make the first move, and you could have had him like this the entire time.

you pull away to suck in a soft breath, keeping him close when you press your forehead against his shoulder. his nose buries itself in your hair, breathing you in while you take a moment to consider him. over the speakers, the emcee—jake’s little brother showing off his seresin charm, naturally—begins to calling for the bouquet toss. “single ladies,” he croons, arching a suggestive brow. “what are y’all waiting for? get up here.” jake chuckles, rolling his eyes, and you can’t help your own laugh, muffled against your best friend’s chest.

“he’s such a showboat,” you scoff.

you lean back to look at him, and those green eyes look back at you so tenderly. his hand lifts, fingertips brushing your cheekbone, and in that soft tone that you love so much, he asks, “you gonna go up there?”

as if it were possible, you lean even closer and give him another soft kiss. “no. think i’m going to stay with you.”

he beams.

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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 4: It's My Party and I'll Eat Cake If I Want To

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy. This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter four of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: References to sex, Cursing (a few times), Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC,

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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Philadelphia 1935

"Stop fidgeting." Your mother snaps under her breath as you pull at the high collar of the monstrosity covering your body. Not one inch of skin is visible, the high collar, long sleeves, and knee-length skirt hid every shred of your body from view. It made you feel like you were drowning in chiffon all the while being choked to death.

"But mother it's itchy-"

"I don't care." She snarls, lip curling back. "It makes you look presentable and you need to focus on greeting your guests."

You sigh and look back over the groups of people that flood through the front doors of your home and into the living room. Waiters in sharp uniforms weave through the crowd with trays of appetizers, glasses of wine and champagne, and slices of birthday cake. Most of the guests were friends of your parents, and had begun flocking to the wet bar in the corner that your mother set up. Your brother and his new wife were standing in the corner of your large sitting room surrounded by groups of their friends.

Your sister-in-law smiles as she catches your eye. She was one of the nicest people you knew, perfectly matched with your older brother, who looked at her like she was his entire world. They had only courted for a month before they both realized it was love and against your parent's insistences for them to wait, had been married. But they were so blissfully happy together that it made your heart ache for the same.

You wondered if there would ever be a day that Ben looked at you that way.

"Good evening Mrs. y/l/n." Howard appears in the doorway, reaching out to kiss your mother's hand. He's wearing the same sand-colored suit as he was earlier in the park.

"Mr. Stine. Lovely to see you this evening." She curtsies graciously and glares at you to do the same. "We are happy you could make it tonight."

"I was honored to receive an invitation." His eyes drift to you. "Ms. y/l/n." He takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. His hand is clammy and you try not to make a face.

Ben still hadn't shown up. Which meant that he was either out drinking and he forgot, fighting with his father again, or he was waiting to make his grand entrance.

You really hoped that he hadn't forgotten. When he dropped you off at your home a few hours prior to the party, he said something about going to get a drink and changing. What you'd wanted to say was, didn't you have enough earlier, but you didn't.

The few hours before the party had been harrowing, filled with your mother snapping at you whenever you complained about her pulling the corset too tight, jerking your hair, or rubbing the lotions and ointments into your skin too roughly.

"Would you like to dance?" Howard asks you with a smile.

"Um-" You begin to say.

"Of course she would!" Your mother says all but shoving you forward into Howard's arms.

He leads you away to the sitting room. Your mother had the staff clear out all the furniture to make room for a string band in the corner and a dance-floor. There were already a few couples swaying back and forth to the soft tones that flitted through the air on wings.

Howard pulls you against him awkwardly, one of his hands tightening on your waist, the other clasping your left hand in his sweaty right. Everything about dancing with him feels wrong. The way your bodies move together, the smell of his cologne is unfamiliar, the feeling of his hand on your waist, and the way his feet sporadically knock into yours, that are pinched tight in a pair of heels that make you taller than Howard. The dance you share is filled with silences that you can't avoid.

Silence.

"You look really nice." Howard tries.

"Thank you."

Silence.

"So, um- you like to paint." Howard says with a strained smile.

"I do."

Silence.

"Did you see President Roosevelt's plans for the Social Security Administration? I think that it will definitely help with taxation and the living situations in America!" Howard smiles.

"Um. No I didn't."

Silence.

It shouldn't be this hard to talk to other people. You think to yourself. When you and Ben talked, there were never any uncomfortable silences, if anything sometimes the silence was nice. The one between Howard and you felt like it was big enough for an oil tanker to pass through.

You heard a commotion at the front door and raise your eyes to look over Howard's head, and feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Ben is standing there, his arm looped tightly with Missy Callahan.

Missy was your best friend in grade school, but you quickly realized that it wasn't your friendship she was interested in, it was Ben. And as soon as Ben realized that she was interested in him, he all but jumped at the chance. Ben and her spent time together on and off over the past few years since the three of you were thirteen. And as much as you wished that they wouldn't spend any time together, you couldn’t come up with a way to voice your displeasure to Ben without telling him that you loved him.

You tried not to compare the way she looked to you. Her beautiful blonde hair fell in effortless waves down her back, her figure was slim, her eyes an enchanting blue that captured anyone under her gaze, and her steps so graceful she seemed to float across the ground rather than walk. Her voice was musical and lofty, accentuated by her timeless features, perfect cupid bow mouth, and wide eyes that always seemed full of stars and innocence. Tonight she was wearing a sleek red dress that cupped her body in a way that made everyone else in the room look like they were wearing potato sacks.

Of course you knew she was more than innocent. You'd caught her on several occasions saying terrible things about you, but the feeling was mutual. Her snide comments about how you looked and what you wore used to hurt more than they did now. But when Ben was around, she was perfectly kind to you, overly sweet that it made you want to choke her out of frustration.

You watch the two of them come through the front door, and notice Ben's eyes survey the room. You fight the urge to duck and run to hide the horrible dress. You know that he's looking for you and deep down you hope also he doesn't see you with Howard. But at the same time you know that what you’re about to do is much worse.

"Howard." You force yourself smile at him, dropping your eyes to the man dancing with you.

"Yeah?"

"Will you twirl me?" You lean towards him as if he's everything you wanted. Deep down you feel like a terrible person for using him like this, but you didn't want to be lonely. And when Ben was with Missy, that's exactly how you felt, lonely.

"Of course." Howard's smile breaks your heart. He twirls you away, and as he does, you catch Ben's eyes momentarily. You see something flit through them that you notice is the same emotion he had earlier when your mother wrapped that coat over your shoulders earlier, but it's gone as soon as it appears.

When you land back against Howard's chest, you ignore how wrong he fits against you, and instead you giggle.

"So Howard, what do you like to do in your free time?" You ask him, ignoring the feeling of Ben's gaze on you.

"Well, I've been researching the steel industry and trying to predict how it will bounce back-" Howard begins to slip quickly into a monologue about the United States steel production and the possible growth in the coming years.

Oh boy. He continues to speak while you sway to the music and you immediately begin to regret everything you've done in the past few minutes. At least he can multi-task.

You hoped that Ben and Missy weren't still standing there watching you, if they were Missy was probably laughing at you.

Finally, Howard stops talking and leads you over to the living room where people have begun to clump up and talk with one another. A waiter walks over with a tray full of birthday cake and just as you reach for a slice Missy materializes on your right like the devil on your shoulder.

"Y/n!" She smiles wide, saying your name with fake cheer. "I had no idea you would be here!"

"It's my birthday party." You say, voice slipping into a monotone.

"Oh well Benjamin didn't say anything about why we were coming here. Just said party and well, here I am." You hate the way she says his name, like she's emphasizing the fact she has him and you don't. "What an interesting dress!" Her eyes skate down the abomination your mother picked out.

"Thanks." You reply through gritted teeth.

She leans forward to whisper in your ear. "Do you really think birthday cake is a good idea?"

Your cheeks blaze bright red and just as you open your mouth to tell her exactly where you’d like to shove the birthday cake, Ben appears beside her.

"Hey."

"Hi." You don't bother to make your voice cheery.

When I sent you a birthday invitation I didn't say you could bring a plus one, and especially not this bitch. You try to say with your eyes.

"Did you have a nice dance Howie?" Ben turns his eyes on Howard, who stiffens at the use of the nickname.

"Yes we did." You answer for him and take Howard’s hand.

Something flashes in Ben's eyes when you use the word "we."

"Oh Benjamin, I love this song! Let's dance." Missy says, grabbing Ben's wrist and pulling him away.

You stand there and watch them dance for a moment, noticing how closely they're pressed together, how Ben's grip on her waist tightens as they sway back and forth, how Missy's head rests against the smooth fabric of his black jacket. An irrational amount of jealousy crashes over you as you watch them dance together, but you can't look away. It's like a trainwreck.

Well, couldn't look away until Missy catches your eye and shoots you a smirk that makes you consider all the places in Philadelphia you can hide a body. The list is detailed and quite long, considering you'd been working on it for as long as you'd known Ben.

"Y/n?" Howard says.

"Hmm?" You turn to look at him. "Sorry I was-" Thinking about all the ways to kill Missy. "Lost in thought."

"I asked if you wanted a piece of cake." Howard smiles and you hate that you feel absolutely nothing when he does. There's no butterflies, no tightening in the center of your chest, no warmth tracing through your body like fingertips flaring against your skin. You hated that's what happened when Ben smiled at you.

You think about what Missy said about the birthday cake, looking once more at her statuesque figure that bends gracefully away from Ben as he dips her, and shove the thought away. "Sure."

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You sit on the end of your bed, but you don't reach for your sketchpad, you were too angry for that.

Ben had barely said two words to you beside the hello that you shared when he came to your birthday party with the most odious girl alive, of course that didn't mean that you lost them in the crowds of people. And that also meant that you'd seen him and her making out in one of the dark corners of the living room.

Anger, frustration, and jealousy swirl together and congeal into a ball in the pit of your stomach. You were angry at Ben for bringing her, jealous of Missy that she was the one who got to be with Ben, and frustrated at yourself for your inability to tell Ben the truth.

Why can't tell him? You sigh. And then what? I tell him and he immediately cuts me out of his life? Your eyes trace the room around you and fall back on your bed. Your bedroom always seemed too big without him, the bed cold, and the room dark. It made the whole in your heart open up when he wasn't there.

You hated how much you needed him and how much you depended on Ben showing up in your life. You wondered if he needed you too.

The memory of him and Missy in the corner, with his hands on her hips and his lips fused to hers, darts across your mind and makes you pluck a pillow from the head of your bed and scream into it.

It doesn't help.

"Hard day?" Someone asks.

"What are you doing here Ben?" You sigh, not needing to look up to know that its him.

He's standing with his feet on your window seat as he comes in from the ledge.

"Thought I'd stop by. We didn't get to talk much at the party." He shrugs.

You try not to look at how his lips are a little pinker than usual and how his hair is sticking up in the back like someone has run their fingers through it.

Damn Missy.

"Well I noticed you were plenty occupied. I guess it's hard to talk with your tongue shoved down Missy's throat." You huff, practically kicking off your shoes. It's a miracle that they don't hit him when he climbs down from the widow seat.

The image of him and Missy Callahan in the corner of your living room kissing flashes over your mind again and makes your temper flare red hot against your skin. The jealousy that electrifies in your veins you know is unwarranted. Ben wasn't yours. You didn't have a claim to him just because you were friends. Just friends. Great friends. And you knew that he didn't feel that way about you.

But how can he not see me as more? How can he spend so much time with me and only see me as a friend? You wanted to scream. All those times falling asleep talking with one another, all the times we woke up in the early morning pressed against one another. How can Ben not want to be more?

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound jealous Doll." Ben smirks.

"Of what? Missy Callahan? Please-" You blow a raspberry, even though it's unladylike and you know that if your mother was there she would slap you for doing so. "I don't know what you see in that vapid self-centered debutante. I doubt the two of you can find anything to talk about-"

"Well we don't do much talking. And you and Howard looked plenty cozy together." Ben's smirk turns more into a taunt and this time it makes you want to slap your best friend, but you hold yourself back. "But you sure sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" You snap, tugging at the collar of your dress in frustration, both at Ben and at the material in your hands. "Damn it!" You curse, not at Ben, but continue tug at the collar of the dress. Despite wanting to take it off, you hadn't been able to do it by yourself and your mother was busy ordering the waiters downstairs clean up, and it was getting harder to breathe and not to mention terribly hot.

"You doing okay there sweetheart?" Ben's smirk shifts to a worried expression.

"No I can't breathe." You choke out.

Ben immediately steps forward before you can stop him and unzips the back of your dress. It pools at your feet, making your breath catch, leaving you in the tight white corset that was causing you to asphyxiate. Although it went to your knees you still felt almost naked. Ben had only seen you in nightgowns, but it didn't mean that he hadn't felt your curves pressed against him in the morning when you woke up together.

The corset your mother insisted was necessary to shave down your hips, flatten your butt, and squeeze your breasts so tight against your chest that each time you took in a breath you weren't able to expel it.

Ben doesn't look away from your face, but it looks as if it's causing an amazing amount of effort for him to do so. "Do you want me to loosen it?" He rumbles. His jaw clenches with his words, and a darkness blooms in his eyes that sends a thrill down your spine.

"Yes." Your voice comes out more like a squeak than anything else.

Ben turns you in his arms slowly as if gauging your reaction, before you feel his fingertips trail down your spine as he begins to loosen the ties on the back. The tingle that follows his fingertips makes your chest as tight as the garment that squeezes you. You try not to think about how many times you imagined this exact scenario, with you and Ben in your bedroom together. Ben turns your body around so that you're looking up at him again, your faces so close that his lips are leveled directly where your hair sprouts from your forehead.

His hands remain on your waist, thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the material where it rests on your hips, tracing the crest of your pelvis with each stroke, his eyes lock with yours. They are deep and dark and filled with promises that makes you shiver and you're sure he feels. Your own hands have come up between you to rest against his solid chest, admiring the muscle beneath his dark suit. You can't help but notice how he leans forward into your touch as you do and feel the rapid beat of his heart against the palms of your hands. It mirrors your own that feels as though it will break free and flutter away.

"Ben I-" You begin to say.

A loud knocking at your door makes you shove him backwards away from you so hard that Ben stumbles, tripping over the edge of your bed and onto the ground with a loud thud that you try to cover with a cough.

"Who is it?" You ask, voice frantic.

"It's your father."

Your wide eyes lock with Ben's, who doesn't look nearly afraid enough. "Get under the bed-" You whisper-yell.

"I love it when you order me around." Ben smirks as your cheeks flush and his eyes trace your figure one more time in a way that makes you burn.

"Ben!" You hiss.

He crawls under the bed and you grab your bathrobe, wrapping it around yourself before saying "Come in."

Your father enters, a glass of scotch clasped in his hand. His black suit is impeccable, perfectly tailored to him, as it should be, he was, after all, one of the most powerful men in Philadelphia.

His gaze sweeps the room for a moment as if looking for someone, tracing over your bed once, and you think you see the end of his lip quirk for a minute, but then it fades.

"Hi." You smile at him, your cheeks still flushed, heart beat pounding against your ribcage.

Don't look under the bed. Don't look under the bed. Don't look under the bed.

"I apologize for the intrusion, I just wanted to say goodnight." He crosses the room to hug you with one arm. You can smell the tobacco from his nightly smoke on his jacket. You and your father had always been a bit closer than you and your mother. Especially when you were younger and you'd sit in the parlor at his feet watching him smoke his pipe before bed. Over the past few years you hadn't been able to spend as much time together, and it made you sad to think that you were growing apart from him.

"Did you have a good birthday?" He pushes back some of the hair that's fallen into your face with a warm smile.

"Yes I did. Ben got me some new brushes and I got to try them out today when we went to the park."

"That was nice of him." Your father smiles for a minute before he takes a sip from his scotch. "I saw you dancing with Howard Stine."

"Yeah. He's…" Boring. "Nice."

"Hmm." Your father nods. "He's from a good family. Your mother certainly thinks that he's suitable-" He pauses. "But I'm not sure he's right for you."

"It was just a dance. I don't think that makes anything official." You laugh.

Please let my future not end with Howard Stine.

Your father shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip of his scotch. "Your mother and I started with just a dance." The look in his eyes changes for a moment and you wonder if he's reliving the memory of them together. It was moments like this when you saw how much your father loved your mother. It was difficult for you to understand given everything that she'd said to you over the years, but it brought you joy that your father was happy. He shakes his head as if pushing it away. "You always seem happier after you've spent time with Benjamin."

Your cheeks flush bright red, knowing that Ben can hear the conversation. "We're just friends."

"Perhaps." His lips twitch. "So you did have fun at the park? Any new paintings?"

"A few."

"May I see?"

Usually you liked when your father looked at your work, but the thought that Ben was hiding under your bed and could be discovered at any minute, set you on edge.

"Sure." You walk around the bed to get your watercolor pad on your bedside table, before holding it out over the bed for your father. And just as he takes it, Ben's large hand fastens around your ankle. You clear your throat, kicking your foot to get him to let go, but he doesn't release it and you can hear his muffled laugh.

"These are quite something." He flips through the pages, finally stopping on the one of Ben from this morning. "I can't believe he sat still long enough for you to paint him."

"Ben is difficult. ALL the time." You grit out, kicking with your foot again, but he doesn't let go. "And annoying." You grumble low enough for only Ben to hear.

"Yes. I believe that." Your father hands you back the pad of paper. "But he certainly makes you happy, and that's all I want for you."

"Dad-"

He smiles, but shakes his head at you. "Goodnight darling." Your father turns to walk towards the door before he stops. "Your mother will be coming upstairs in a few minutes, perhaps Ben should not be here when she does." And then he leaves.

Your entire body flushes bright red with embarrassment. HOW DID HE KNOW THAT BEN WAS HERE?

Ben crawls out from under your bed holding back laughter.

"It's not funny!" You snap.

"Kinda funny." He smiles. "Do you think he's going to tell your mom?"

"No. I mean I hope not. I think if he does, she'd nail the window shut and cut the tree down." You stand there for a second. "But you should go if she's coming."

"I could hide in the closet this time, see if she can find me?" Ben jokes.

"It's not hide and go seek or Marco Polo!"

Ben laughs at you, before his expression turns serious. "Are you sure you want me to go?" You know that he's asking you that because he knows that no matter what your mother wants to speak to you about will not end well.

"I'm fine Ben. Go. It'll be okay." You smile despite your rising nerves.

"Okay."

He stands there for another beat, eyes dropping to your robe, and for a second you believe that he's thinking about how you looked a minute ago. Your cheeks flush at the memory, feeling his hands trace your spine to loosen the corset, and then how they felt on your waist. What would have happened if my father didn't come in?

"I'll see you tomorrow. I still have five days of freedom before boarding school number seven and I'd like to spend at least one at a baseball game." He finally says.

"Sounds boring."

"I can always take Missy." He replies smugly.

"And by boring I mean it sounds like everything I've ever wanted." You force a smile.

"That's what I thought."

But before he leaves, he pulls you into a hug.

"Goodnight y/n. Happy Birthday."

"Goodnight Ben." You say into his shoulder.

And then he vanishes out your window without another word, leaving you with the memory of what almost happened, and the rising dread that your mother was going to come in at any minute.

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Hello I have a request, if you don’t mind✨🤍 I hope you like my idea🫶🏼

Carlos x reader trying to have a baby, but after some failure, during the summer break with all of his family in Mallorca they got the big news (baby Carlos is comingg). After a year they come back to the summer house, as a parents, dealing with baby Carlos, with his sister and his mother🤍

I’m very curious to see Carlos as a dad🥹🫶🏼

Omg - I had to do this request! Carlos (in my mind) is the sweetest Dad and so supporting during the pregnancy and the labor.

I wanna give a TRIGGER WARNING on this one, not for pregnancy loss, but for not getting pregnant instantly and the frustration and stress it comes with. You’ve been advised. Hope you enjoy anyways.

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"It will work next time, mi vida." murmurs Carlos against your temple and then presses a loving kiss on the same spot. This gesture passes you by. Dejectedly, you look at the negative pregnancy test you are holding in your hands. It is already the fifth practice cycle and it just won't work. The initial anticipation you and Carlos felt when you decided to have a baby six months ago is almost gone. You know that you have to give yourself and your body time. But on the one hand, you also put yourself under endless pressure, which is absolutely not beneficial to become pregnant.

During the first 3 months you were still relaxed. But when Carlo's sister Blanca happily announced that she was already 12 weeks pregnant and Carlo's parents were so excited about their first grandchild, your inner clock started ticking. Up until that point, no one knew that Carlos and you were trying to get pregnant too and you both decided not to tell anyone. The last thing you wanted to do was to squeeze Blanca's joy with your gloom.

You are happy for her, even for Carlos, who will be the world's best uncle to his niece or nephew. You will never forget the sparkle in his eyes when his sister announced the good news. That's how much you wish you could give him the greatest gift on earth yourself. Even though Carlos would never admit it in front of you, he suffered just like you. But he wants to be strong, for you. To catch you and comfort you if the next test is negative again.

The next cycles come and you are again not pregnant. In the meantime it is getting to your psyche. Everyone around you seems to get pregnant easily or you are confronted with babies in any way. You read out about a different diet, tried true remedies for natural conception and even look up for artificial insemination. You withdraw yourself more and more from the public, accompany Carlos less or not at all on his race weekends and generally don't want to go out or see anyone anymore.

Carlos is worried. Really worried. He's never seen you like this before, and he doesn't want to see you like this. After a hard weekend of racing, he comes home to find you in bed in the darkened bedroom, as you've been doing so often lately.

"Mi amor?"

"Hmm..." you grumble in response without turning to him.

He lies down in bed next to you. For a few minutes you lie next to each other in silence, until Carlos finally breaks his silence.

"I needed you..."

"Carlos, I can't."

He quickly sits up and turns you to face him. You're a little startled by his brash manner and look at him expectantly. Tears start to form in his eyes. Your heart breaks, and only now do you realize that you are not the only one suffering.

His breathing is faster, you feel his frustration. He has so much on his mind right now, your relationship, which should not be ruined by this, and then the pressure to deliver good results at Ferrari. And of course the great desire to become a father himself. You hug each other tightly and cry together. Long, certainly over half an hour, but it’s good for both of you. You finally release a lot of the pressure and negativity that has built up in the two of you over the last few months.

After a while you look around the room, "I hate this room!"

Carlos looks at you questioningly. It wasn't that long ago that you two moved into this new apartment in Madrid.

"I want to remodel it!"

"Whatever makes you happy!" agrees Carlos.

The very next day, your new project begins and it takes in all your time. You order paints for the furniture. You buy new lamps, bedding, pillows, decorations and a comfortable armchair. You don't let anyone help you, you want to design everything on your own to just be distracted and productive. After the bedroom, you also get to work on your office and the guest room. It helps you to find yourself again in the few weeks of renovation. Carlos also notices your positive change of mood, which makes him feel happy.

Your sex life revives. It's no longer a must, just passion. Like it used to be. You let the cycle calendar be a calendar and only pursue your desire and lust. Just switching off your heads. The last races before the summer break you accompany Carlos again on the weekends and the races are going increasingly better for him. He got back on the podium and even managed to take his 2nd race win. This was so enormously important for him and brought him back his necessary self-confidence. It is only incidental to mention that you two have multiple uninhibited and passionate sex that night.

Like every summer, you'll be spending your summer break in Mallorca with Carlo's family. You are looking forward to it, as you love Carlo's family more than anything, but at the same time you are very nervous, as Carlo's sister recently gave birth and will of course take her newborn daughter with her. You are excited to meet her, but it will bring you back to the fact that you are still not pregnant.

You are in the kitchen with Carlo's mother, preparing dinner, when the new little family enters the living area. Reyes immediately drops everything to greet her daughter Blanca and granddaughter joyfully and warmly.

By now, Carlo's family knows about the attempts of you to get pregnant. They also noticed your changes and Carlos finally told his mother about it. Everyone is very understanding, however, you did not want the joy of the newest Sainz family member to be squeezed. Blanca looks at you immediately as her mother takes the little one from her. You smile at her and approach her with open arms. She hugs you gratefully and you congratulate her again on her beautiful daughter.

For the time being, cooking was out of the question. Everyone is enchanted by the sweet little babygirl. She is literally passed around, until it was quiet and everyone looked at you. Only and alone the baby was crying.

"Would you like to hold her?" Blanca asks timidly, hoping not to hurt you.

You swallow hard, but then smile slightly, "I'd love to."

As you take the little girl in your arms, she immediately calms down and stops crying. She fixes your big and bright eyes and you get lost in hers too. You put your index finger in her little hand and she immediately squeezes. At this contact all your dams break and tears run down your cheeks. Carlos puts his arm around your shoulder and leans his head against yours. Carlos' mother also sits down next to you and strokes your back. You quickly calm down and hand the baby back to Carlos' sister.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad." Blanca apologizes to you as she joins you in the kitchen to help you prepare dinner.

"I have to apologize. I just can't control myself lately and I don't know what's wrong with me." you mumble to yourself as you chop the vegetables, "I'm so emotional and I start crying at everything. On top of that I'm so tired and for the past few days my boobs have been hurting so bad."

"Querida." Blanca holds you by the arm, stopping your cutting motion, "When was the last time you had your period?"

You look up from the cutting board and start calculating in your head. You shake your head and reach for your phone,

"According to the calendar, last week. I didn't came though." you say almost in disbelief and look up at Blanca who is already grinning widely and jumping a little on the spot. After the fallout, you've cursed this app and didn’t used it for several months to track your period properly.

"There should be a pregnancy test upstairs in the bathroom," she says, grabbing your arm and together you sprint off to the upstairs bathroom.

The test is found quickly. Fortunately, the test is still durable and you go through the instructions. Even though you have done countless tests before, you were so nervous that only Blanca's presence could calm you down. She lets you do the test alone and gets Carlos in the meantime. There was no way he was going to miss this moment.

"Mi Amor, what's wrong?" asks Carlos in surprise as he enters the bathroom. Your gaze wanders to the sink and now he also recognizes the test. "It still needs 1 more minute." you say, showing him the timer on your phone.

You both sit down on the edge of the bathtub and Carlos reaches for your hand, "If it's not, then..“

"Then we'll just try it again, without pressure and stress!" you finish your sentence and give him a passionate kiss on the mouth, "We can take care of your niece and practice with her first on how to be parents.“

You both smile into another kiss and are interrupted by your timer. You take a deep breath, squeeze Carlo's hand again, put your phone aside and reach for the pregnancy test. And then there they are, 2 bright lines. Carlos looks back and forth between you and the test. You're in a state of shock. He is confused.

"What does that mean?" he asks excitedly and reaches frantically for the package, "What do 2 lines mean? It usually says pregnant or not pregnant!!!"

You cheer and scream and now Carlos also understands that the test result is positive. You fall happily around each other's necks and Blanca also rushes into the bathroom and hugs you both tightly. The commotion upstairs is not hidden from the rest of the family for long. In the meantime, Carlos' younger sister Ana has also arrived and is more or less greeted with the news. Reyes and Carlos Sr. are falling from all clouds and warmly embrace you and their son.

"I can't believe we're going to spend next summer here with two little grandbabies," Reyes says overjoyed, showering you and Carlos with kisses.

1 year later

It’s the morning you arrive on Mallorca at the vacation home of the Sainz family. This time you travel with more luggage than usual. More than half of it, belongs neither to Carlos nor to you, but to your son Antonio, who is currently taking his nap on top of you.

This bundle of joy saw the light of day 3 months ago and has since turned Carlos and your life upside down in a positive sense. He looks just like his dad, thick dark hair and those dark beady eyes. He is the most beautiful human being you have ever seen and are so thankful to be his mommy.

"Can I get you something to drink, querida?" asks Reyes softly as she approaches your cot, gently stroking your son's mop of hair.

You nod and smile gratefully at her, "Let’s get inside. I'm sure he'll be hungry in a minute."

As softly as you say it, this was Antonio's cue. He wanted his milk, and he'd best have it now. As soon as you enter the kitchen to warm the breast milk in the bottle for you, Carlos jogs toward you and takes Antonio from you, "Let me feed him, mamichula!"

Carlos wants to spend every free minute with his son. Especially during the stressful race weekends, he sees him far too less. It makes you so extremely happy to see him like this with Antonio and you are grateful for the greatest partner at your side and the best father of your child. You hand him the bottle and contentedly your son drinks the milk. You sit down next to Carlos on the sofa and rest your head on his shoulder.

"It's so good to be back," you murmur dreamily, kissing his shoulder.

Before Carlos could answer, he is interrupted by his niece, who will celebrates her first birthday tomorrow. The little girl with the brown curls, climbs up the couch and wants to get on your lap to see her little cousin. You pick her up and immediately her eyes are on your son. She puts a hand on the bottle and together they feed Antonio.

#carlos sainz #cs55 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz one shot

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I was having trouble getting in That 90′s Show, for the main reason being the continuity errors of the timeline.

You see, The final episode of That 70′s show ended on New Year’s Eve 1979/1980. Leia is a teenager in 1995. Which raises the obvious question, HOW OLD IS LEIA, WHEN WAS SHE CONCEIVED, AND WHO IS HER BIOLOGICAL FATHER???

Eric wasn’t in the final season of That 70s show. He broke up with Donna and went off to college. In the final season of TSS (1979), Donna was dating a guy named Randy, but she broke up with him just before the season finale.

This means that if Leia was conceived anywhere between October 1979 and December 1979, She would be just on the cusp of turning 15 in the summer of 1995. Now it feels pretty unlikely that Donna would have been 3 months pregnant during the series finale and wouldn’t have realized it, so let’s focus on the more likely scenario. (Edit: After watching a few more episodes, Leia has her 15th birthday in the summer of 1995. Either she was reeeeaally premature, or Randy is her bio dad.)

Eric came back to Point Place during the season finale, and he and Donna got back together. This reunion resulted in them getting frisky, and Leia was conceived on New Years 1980, making her birthday sometime in early October 1980, which would mean that Leia is 14 and 9 months old during That 90s Show. Now this brings up a lot of concerns about her drinking and smoking at such a young age, but it brings up an even bigger concern and that is: HOW OLD IS JAY KELSO AND HOW DOES HE EXIST??????

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE WAS NOT AROUND FOR THE FINAL SEASON OF THAT 70s SHOW??? MICHAEL KELSO!!! And on top of that Jackie was dating Fez in 1979. Jackie definitely was not pregnant, had never been pregnant, and even if she was, how would Kelso have been the father? And we can only infer that Jay is older than Leia, because he is friends with Gwen’s older brother, Nate. And Nate and Jay have been friends "for 12 years”.

So the writers are trying to tell me that Jay Kelso is 16 in 1995??? That would mean that he would have had to have been born in 1979! And look at how much that kid looks like Michael Kelso! That’s definitely Kelso’s son, and not an adopted child. BUT HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE IF MICHAEL KELSO DIDN’T HAVE A SON IN 1979?!?!?!?

BUT WAIT!

MICHAEL KELSO WAS A PARENT IN 1979!!!!!

Kelso was gone during the final season because he had knocked up a girl named Brooke at a concert, and moved away to help raise his “baby girl” with Brooke. Which means that this baby would be 16 in 1995! Which means that there can be only one in canon explanation for the existence of Jay Kelso!

Brooke and Kelso didn’t work out, and after they broke up, Kelso moved back to Wisconsin with his child 12 years ago. He reconnected with Jackie, and they eventually got married. Jackie adopted Kelso’s child, and became a really great stepmom who made it clear that she loved her child unconditionally. Jay knew how much his dad and step mom loved him, and therefore felt comfortable coming out to them as trans when he was in his early teens. Kelso and Jackie accepted their son with open arms

Brooke was also the valedictorian, which means that when Kelso says Jay “has my looks and his mother’s brains! He gets straight A’s!” He is referring to Jay’s bio mom, Brooke.

So in conclusion, Jay Kelso is trans, and Michael and Jackie are amazing parents. Also Jay is probably on T because Jackie scared the shit out of some poor doctor.

#that 90s show #that 70s show #leia forman #jay kelso #eric foreman #donna pinciotti #gwen runck #nate runck #trans #trans man #callie haverda #laura prepon #topher grace #mila kunis #ashton kutcher #mace coronel #head canon #lgbt

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Hey there, would it be possible to get a cody fic? Length and type of writing is up to you but the prompt is "Cody meets your mom for the first time and is a bit nervous"

(Don't ask me why that came to mind I just imagine him super cute and nervous XD)

Nervous

Black Hair!Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

S/N= Sisters Name

M/N= Mothers Name

L/N= Last Name

Y/N= Your Name

Desc: Cody is meeting Y/N’s mother for the first time since their relationship bloomed & he’s feeling just a little bit nervous & is soon reassured.

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Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N’s mom showing off embarrassing childhood pictures, Cody being a sweetheart <3

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Cody was rarely ever nervous for anything, but once you two began dating he became nervous to meet your mother especially since that was the only parental figure within your life. Your mother was someone who was never easily impressed, she knew if certain friends were good enough to be your friends or not simply by the vibe they bring to her home. He only spoke with her briefly over a face-time you were having with her over the summer and she seemed like a nice lady but now that the holidays were rolling by she had brought it upon herself to have you two stay over for Christmas and Christmas eve. At first he was more than happy to accept the invitation and even cleared his entire schedule.

But then the months rolled by faster and faster & boom, December 23rd hit and because she lived across town you two decided to take a road trip to her house. The entire car was filled with silence beside his shaking breath and hefty mumbled of “fuck..” at first it was fine but when you had tried taking a nap it became slightly irritating “sweetheart what’s wrong?” Cody turned his head with a flushed red look on his face “I’m fucking terrified to meet your mother doll.” A chuckle rolled from your tongue as he finally confessed as to why he had been freaking out “Cody babe you’ll be fine. You met her before” He shook his head “No I had a brief interaction with her over a screen that’s different baby, She’s making me rethink me choices in life like this tattoo & choice in career and she hasn’t even said anything yet. I’ve heard your stories Y/N.” She laughed shaking her head and run her fingers through his black hair “Baby you’re overthinking it she doesn’t judge off of tattoos relax.”

Cody sighed as he realized they had just pulled into her driveway and pinched the bridge of his nose after tugging the keys out of the ignition and staring down at his lap “Baby if she hates me I’m so sorry.” You laughed and took off your seatbelt “Baby she won’t hate you relax.” Cody sighed opening the trunk after he got out of the car while you went up to her mothers door knocking on it while he grabbed their suitcases & bags of gifts for Your cousins & nieces since her sisters had become parents a few years ago. Your mother opened the door & smiled widely hugging her youngest child “Babygirl! I missed you so much I was almost convinced you forgot about me!” You smiled brightly and hugged her mom as Cody just made it to the porch and wiped off his clammy hands and took a deep breath holding out his hand

“You must be who swiped up my daughter.” She spoke in a serious tone which even had you concerned and probably cause Cody to shit bricks. “Oh I’m just joking baby come here! Give me a hug.” She smiled widely and pulled Cody into a big hug while he smiled and sighed out in relief before wrapping his arms around her “It’s wonderful to meet you Mrs L/N.” Her mother smiled patting his back before guiding him inside while he carried in the suitcases “I hope you don’t mind pizza tonight I was quite unprepared and all of the food being made will be for christmas.”

You shook your head “Mama don’t worry it’s fine, Cody & I can go to the store tomorrow and whip something up for Christmas eve don’t worry.” Her mother smiled cupping your face in her hands “You’re too sweet dear, Cody sweetheart you & Y/N will be sleeping in her old room okay? It’s down the hall the last door to your right.” He smiled nervously and hustled upstairs with the luggage while your mother took you to the Christmas tree to put away all the presents you & Cody had brought during the trip over to the house. “He’s a sweet boy Y/N i can tell he has love for you.” You smiled from ear to ear while pushing strands of your own hair out of your face as you thought of your boyfriend “He is the best isn’t he mama?”

Cody came downstairs & nervously sat on the couch while your Sister had just walked into the house making your mother get up and help her get settled in. Cody smiled over in your direction as you got up and stood between his legs as his arms wrapped around your waist “One direction?” He teased at your bedroom that was filled with boy band posters & teen magazines you owned when you were in middle school and high school “Shutup.”

You laughed out as he pressed a soft kiss against your collarbone, Cody got up as S/N made her way into the living room while her husband put away their suitcases while the kids scampered around hugging your leg “Auntie Y/N!!” You grinned widely fixing your attention onto the little ones while S/N & Cody introduced themselves to each other “You must be Cody! It’s nice to meet you finally!” Cody smiled shaking her hand “It’s amazing to meet you too S/N! I hear a lot about you & the kids.” S/N grinned as her husband shook Cody’s hands while they all got to know each other.

For the remainder of the night they all munched down on pizza & laughed about their old family memories, “Mrs L/N Is it alright if I get a drink from the kitchen.” Cody questioned while your mother smiled “Of course Cody! My home is your home you welcome yourself to anything you’d like sweetheart and don’t call me L/N I feel old! Call me M/N!” He smiled nodding his head “Yes Ma’am.” He got up & went into the kitchen seeing you bake Christmas cookies with the girls while he got himself a drink. He watched as you interacted with the kids & helped wash their hands while he pointed out your failed attempt of a santa clause cookie “What happened here?” You sighed jokingly “I ruined Santa.” He snorted looking over at you while the kids ran off as he hummed wrapping his hands in your hair while you admired his black hair before kissing him “Thank you for being so good to me Doll.” You smiled before kissing his cheek “No thank you, this means more than a lot to me Codes.” He smiled and kissed you once more before you two called it a night & went to bed.

The next morning it was finally Christmas Eve you noticed Cody wasn’t in bed with you & then you heard muffled chuckling from downstairs followed with your Mom telling some sort of story so you made your way downstairs and saw Cody sitting next to your mother on the couch while the kids were playing & running around & immediately saw the old photo book your mother owned and knew she was showing off your childhood photos up to your high-school graduation “She was such a talented girl.” Your mother sighed while Cody smiled nodding in agreement before turning his head looking over at you

“Goodmorning baby, I didn’t wanna wake you so I let you sleep in for a little bit.” You smile groggily and shook your head before getting on the couch and lying your head down in his lap “Don’t worry it’s fine.” Your mother smiled as she looked at you two & showed you one of the photos they were looking at which was your first month of college sitting in a dorm with your roommates pre gaming for some sort of party “Y/N was a major party girl when she went to college” Cody raised a brow “You? Partying? This is news to me.” You smacked his chest lightly while he laughed it off.

For the remainder of your stay at the house you both help make dinner for Christmas & mainly watch as he bonded with your mother & nieces & cousins, If you didn’t know then that he was your soulmate for the rest of your life well now you knew. <3

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 18 is now available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 18 chapters completed: 673.4K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's an emotionally charged snippet from Chapter 18 of a conversation Buck and Eddie had with the Diaz parents. 👀

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“And I’ve already said, we’re not here for your approval and if you don’t understand how much we love each other, then that’s on you. Buck is already Chris’ legal guardian…”

She interrupts him. “Eddie! You changed your will and you didn’t tell us? What about us?”

“Mom, I changed my will and named Buck to be Chris’ legal guardian more than three years ago and that was at least a year before I got shot because there’s no one in this world I trust with Chris more than him. He loves him, he fights for him every day and that’s why if anything were to happen to me, Buck will take care of Chris and after we’re married, he’ll still be taking care of him because he’s his second dad and he’ll legally be his stepdad.”

“I knew you would drag Christopher down with you.” She responds with a huff.

“Helena? Please listen to Eddie. He’s trying to tell us…”

“No Ramon. Eddie never listens to the things we try to tell him and it’s affecting his decision making.”

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. “Mom, based on your reaction, it appears you’re the one who’s not listening. Didn’t you hear anything I just said? Me and Buck are madly in love with each other, we’re engaged, he’s already Chris’ legal guardian and has been for years, he’s already his other dad and when we get married, he’ll become his stepdad. We’re living together and from now on, you need to call before you show up at our home.”

The room is quiet and the only sounds that can be heard are the Santa Ana Winds blowing outside.

What's going to happen next? 👀

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-18 are available on AO3.

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#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #The Diaz Family #buckley diaz family #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #911 abc #911 on abc #“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”#Chapter 18 is now available on AO3

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August 30th 1889 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Part 3)

Part 3 of the short series. Link for Masterlist can be found here:

Word Count: 2,500

Audio found here

And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

The sun was going to set in an hour or so, and she knew that her mother would call her for dinner when that happened, yet she couldn’t force herself to leave. Currently perched under the tree next to her neighbor while they both read quietly. On occasion Sebastian would look up, making sure no sheep had wandered off from where he’d taken them to graze, before looking back down at his book. More often than not she’d take that as an opportunity to stare at him.

Since coming back for the summer, Sebastian had grown darker in complexion, as his hair had grown slightly lighter, and more similar in color to carmel, from being in the sun all day. He was more beautiful now than he had been when they’d met a few months ago.

“You know I can feel you staring” he said smugly as she blushed and looked back down at her book, afraid of the boy making fun of her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am simply reading” she said with a sigh as he plucked the book from her grasp making her shoot him an annoyed look.

“Ah yes, page 137. The same one you’ve been on for the last hour. What do you find so interesting on this page to linger? What’s it say?” he quizzed her and her eyes grew wide knowing she had paid more attention to his side profile than the book.

“Uh…” she struggled to find an explanation, seemingly unable to provide insight on what the pages contained. Eventually she gave up, crossing her arms and pouting while muttering out “garçon de ferme” as laughter ripped from his throat.

She had realized quite early on that Sebastian understood her native tongue. The boy was as brilliant as her Gran had suggested, knowing not only English and Gaelic as one would predict, but also French, Latin, German, Greek, Italian and even some Turkish.

“Oh how I’m going to miss that sass soon mon chou” he said with a laugh, the pet name rolling off his tongue. The unfortunate nickname had come from Sebastian, who upon learning that the French phrase mon chou for “darling”, also translated to “cabbage” in english.

“What do you mean you’re going to miss me soon?” she asked quietly, still unaware he was soon departing Hogwarts. He figured her grandmother had taken the time to explain that come September he’d be back at school and not in Feldcroft, but he had assumed wrong.

“Oh… um… school is starting back and I am beginning my 4th year.” Sebastian explained hoping she wouldn’t take it poorly. He was no stranger to how tightly the girl had latched to him, finding security and comfort in his presence. He had learned of her father’s dreadful passing and how unsafe she had felt leaving home. There were no other children her age in the village.

Sebastian would be lying if he tried to deny he hadn’t found the younger girl’s company to be pleasant. She was brilliant, even for her age, which he finally confirmed as ten, nearly eleven but her birthday was after the school year began so she’d have to wait a full year before starting Hogwarts.

He shared books with her, often ones that had difficult to understand material, and she easily grasped it. They had thought provoking discussions on magical theory, despite her not having shown signs of having any yet. In a small way he wishes she had, so he could teach her spells for when he wasn’t there. Regardless, Sebastian felt that this summer in Feldcroft had been the most comforting he’d experienced since moving here after his parents died.

He’d start each day by finding her already reading on the lawn of her Gran’s, fruit in hand and a smile on her face. She’d help him with his chores and bring a book along when things got boring. On days his chores weren’t as involved they’d walk to the shore and skip rocks, or spend time swimming together. He had brought her to some ruins nearby, nothing too far, but they’d explored them until the sun set, finding treasures long forgotten.

Sebastian realized she hadn’t spoken as he’d been lost in thought reminiscing on the summer. When he looked down, he saw the young girl with tears in her eyes, staring off into the fields, not responding. The sight of her so saddened instantly made him want to draw her into his arms and let her know it was going to be okay. He settled on a less intense version as he turned his body towards her, wiping a tear off her face.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s going to be alright… I can visit sometimes on the weekends or maybe your mum will let you visit me in Hogsmeade or -” he tried to reason with her, not caring what his classmates would say about him hanging around with a girl a few years younger if they saw him in Hogsmeade with her. Instead she shut him off with a quiet whispered phrase.

You’re leaving me too.

The words had immediately torn at his heart. He cursed Merlin for making her too young to come back to school with him, punishing her with another year in this stupid Scottish Hamlet alone. For allowing her father to be struck down in such a poor way, leaving her at the loss of a male figure in her life. At how her Gran continued to get worse and worse, knowing the old woman would soon likely depart as well, leaving this girl even more alone. He hated it more than anything that he couldn’t do anything about it.

The young girl had stood not long after saying the words, grabbing her long skirt in her hands and running away from him. Her book abandoned as she sprinted back towards the hamlet from the small field they were in. She ran into the small wooded area at the base of the mountain, using the trees to hide from him as she ran.

Sebastian didn’t care he was abandoning his uncle’s sheep when he sprinted after her. If one ran off he’d spend all night chasing it down. Right now he needed her to stop running from him so he could help her see he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He couldn’t leave knowing she was upset with him.

“Y/n stop!” he shouted as he got closer, her shorter legs no match for his longer ones. When he got right behind her, he didn’t even think, as he reached down to scoop her up and lift her petite body into the air as she kicked.

“Put me down!” she cried out, more tears falling and he shook his head, pulling her close to him. Sebastian had hoped the girl would relax in his arms but it seemed to have the opposite effect. She trembled against him so violently as she continued to struggle, begging to be put down, to let her get some distance from him.

Suddenly, and without warning a loud sound in the space next to them boomed through the air. In the panic Sebastian dropped the girl, watching as a small willow tree emerged from the ground and sprouted to a decent height as he stood there amazed. The girl had also stopped trying to escape simply to look, surprised at how it simply sprung up from the ground before them.

Sebastian reached out, touching its soft light purple flowers in awe. In all the ways he’d seen or heard of someone’s magic manifesting he’d never heard of something this spectacular. In a moment of confusion, sadness and anxiety she had sprouted an almost fully grown tree, one that was often referred to as his namesake no less.

He couldn’t help but stare at the tree in amazement, looking intently at its branches and bark. He studied the roots, imagining that to anyone else, they would assume it had been alive for decades, not to have just sprouted from the ground in a moment of emotion. But it was here, in a simple flash. Standing tall, proud, and beautiful.

“You just, your, you-” he stuttered, looking for the words to say as she looked at him confused. While the young girl knew that the subsequent tree sprouting from the earth had to have been a result of her emotional distress, she didn’t understand his reaction.

Eventually Sebastian found the words he’d been searching for as he grabbed her again without much warning. This time she didn’t fight it, allowing him to wrench her into his arms as he picked her small body up and spun it through the air.

“Your magic, it’s brilliant! It’s so wonderful!” He said as he laughed under the canopy provided by the willows branches.

To say the girl had emotional whiplash at the situation was an understatement. To have gone from happy, to saddened to shocked all in a few moments, was a lot to process. Not to mention something she could only compare to warmth in her stomach at being picked up by the boy…

Sebastian set her back down, using his thumbs to brush aside the almost dried tears from her face before smoothing her hair back down.

“Tell me what you were thinking of when it happened,” he asked her.

The girl knew exactly what thought spawned the massive tree in front of them, but that didn’t mean she felt so inclined to share with him out of fear of embarrassment. So she opted to look up at him, while softly shaking her head “no” as she got lost in his brown eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… I can tell you how it happened for me if you’d like? I’ve never told anyone, not even Anne” He offered and at the opportunity she raised an eyebrow, eager to know more about him. Especially if that meant getting information no one knew.

“Okay…” she said before taking a seat at the base of the tree she conjured, sitting along one of its roots before tucking her legs to the side so her skirt wouldn’t move too high. Sebastian decided to take a seat next to her, laying his legs out in front of him. He could tell he’d brown a smidgen over the summer as his pants rose up higher on his legs than previously.

“Well, it wasn’t long after my parents had died. I was 8, almost 9. I wanted to visit their graves but Anne refused to go with me, and Solomon refused to take me. So I snatched the bag of floo powder and snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. Once I got there, I’m not really sure why, it all sort of hit me at once. I kept thinking of how pretty my mom used to look while she was brushing her hair and singing quietly to herself. All of a sudden I looked down and where my tears had hit the ground, some asphodels were sprouting from the freshly dug grave. They still are there ya know, to this day. In fact almost the entire area has been taken over by them the last time I visited. Only thing visible is the stone marker itself.” He explained, as he twirled his wand with one of his hands unconsciously. In the other he realized the girl had slipped her own hand without him noticing.

“I overheard my mom talking to Gran about how worried she was that I am a squib… since my magic didn’t present itself when my papa died. I suppose now that’s not an issue” she said gently and he squeezed her hand before letting go of it.

“That’s not possible for a witch as brilliant as you...” he said before turning around and running his open palm over the bark of the tree still in awe of it.

“I kept thinking about how sad I was going to be without you here” she mumbled quietly as she refused to look at him.

He thought for a moment before he turned back towards her.

“You thought about how much you were going to miss me, and in turn sprouted a sallow” he said through a chuckle.

“A what?” She asked, confused.

Sebastian gestured to the tree they were sitting under before saying, “Willows, oftentimes called sallows” then he pointed at himself continuing “Sebastian Sallow”.

“Oh. I didn’t realize that” she said, almost embarrassed. She hasn’t understood that she had created something so closely linked to him out of the fear of him leaving.

“I think it’s sweet… I’m going to miss you too, you know... If I could throw you in my trunk I would” he explained with a laugh.

“You are?” She asked timidly while scooting closer to him. Sebastian looked down at the girl whom he’d grown so fond of, so protective over, in such a short amount of time.

“Of course I am,” he reassured her.

“I don’t want to be alone here” she said sadly and once again her eyes welled up with tears.

“I know you don’t, and I wish I didn’t have to go… I promise to write every day. And visit some weekends. I’ll even ask your mum to bring you to hogsmeade some weekends the school lets us visit and I can introduce you to my friend Ominis. And then next year you’ll be at Hogwarts with us” he explained, trying to cheer her up.

“Okay…” she said with a sad nod. Sebastian still felt bad so he clutched his wand, pointing it towards his open hand and conjuring her a little flower before placing it behind her ear.

“Cheer up, it’ll be Yule time before you know it…” he told her before standing and offering a hand to pull her up.

“It’s getting late, I need to go wrangle the sheep and you should get back to eat with your family. I’ll bring your book back later” Sebastian said and she turned to walk back to town alone.

“How about you see Anne and I off in the morning?” He asked as she looked back at him.

“I’d like that,” she said quietly while looking at her shoes.

“Good. I’ll meet you by the floo tower tomorrow morning then.” He told her and with that she left before she kept crying in front of him. Once she was out of sight he reached up, still awestruck at the tree. Quickly he reached up and broke off a small strip of flowers and put it in his pocket for later.

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The faux "funeral receipts" the extreme shippers use are most certainly NOT "undebunkable" 🙄

Someone recently sent me this comment by a SamCait shipper regarding my debunk of the "funeral receipts."

Hi @sgiandubh. It is interesting that you claim to have read my debunk of the "funeral photos" on my main Contemplating Outlander (CO) blog, even though those debunks are not on that blog (which is no longer an Outlander blog). Instead, they are on my side blog, Outlander Fandom Follies, which I have been using to post debunks during the past three years.🤔

For those who don't know, I shipped SC for two months in the spring of 2015, until I figured out that they weren't a couple. (It really wasn't hard to figure out--as long as one was willing to SEE the mountain of evidence that the ship wasn't real.)

Although I understand the appeal of shipping, I also understand one has to use pretzel logic to keep believing in the SC ship. Especially now that we definitely know that C and T got married 4 years ago in a Roman Catholic ceremony (confirmed by the MC that some fans got from the GRO--which, BTW, cannot send out copies of a "fake" MC).

IT'S JUST NOT REAL: The bottom line is that after C married T, the SC conspiracy that supports the SC ship has become a bizarre belief that has no basis in reality.

As S said in the IFH: "You know... it's just-- It's not real."**

Despite sgiandubh's protestations that the "funeral receipts" are "undebunkable," those of us who haven't chosen to get lost down the SC rabbit hole know they are false "receipts," based on shipper wishful thinking. This is because:

C is married to T and NOT to S.

Screenshots of someone's back (or screenshots where one otherwise cannot see someone's face) are not sufficient to definitely identify anyone. (Haven't you ever mistaken someone from the back, and when they turned around you realized they were someone else?🤷🏻‍♀️) Furthermore, we certainly have lots of examples of S and C "receipts" that later turned out not to be S or C, but instead, just someone who looked like S or C from the back or from a distance.

S's hairline on the side of his forehead does NOT match the guy's in the funeral video, which is more rounded. (However, C's brother K's hairline matches.) In addition, S's hair had been shaved down at that time and the man's hair in the video wasn't shaved (and neither was K's hair). To rationalize away that inconvenient fact, the shippers claimed S had to have been wearing a "wig." 🙄 Sorry, but if the ONLY way you can make a person in a screencap "receipt" match the person you want them to be is to claim that they must have been wearing a "wig," your "receipt" is NOT in the realm of "undebunkable."

Although some shippers say that the guy in the video could not be C's brother K, because he doesn't have the right build, I disagree. First of all K is a big guy (and we don't know what he looks like from the back). Second, some of the "bulk" in the screencaps appears to be due to fuzzy resolution. Someone sent me a very clear screencap, and the guy's body build looked less bulky and more like K's build. In addition, if K was wearing a jacket with shoulder pads, his back would have seemed wider.

The woman in the funeral video whom the shippers say is S's mother CH, has much blonder hair than CH. And CH has only worn her hair in that exact style a few times. I also think the two women's body shapes and heights are different. (I go into more detail about all of this under the cut.)

Finally, it seems pretty clear that S was in Mexico on Aug.10, 2022. (You can read why @bcacstuff claims that S was in Mexico the evening of Aug. 10th in her comment in the reblog of this POST).

See POST 1, POST 2, POST 3 for some detailed debunks (from myself and others) about the funeral "receipts."

See below the cut for:

A more detailed "CH funeral receipt" debunk.

Some more detail about the "S funeral receipt" debunk.

How confirmation bias impacts the outcome of shipper searches for "receipts," often leading them to find false receipts of random people whom they assume are S or C.

More reasons why I don't believe the ship is real.

Why I believe the SC shipper beliefs are based on the 5 common (false) tinhat beliefs that have been found in tinhat groups across fandoms.

How Confirmation Bias Skews the SamCait Shipper "Receipt" Searches

THE PROBLEM WITH "SEARCHING" FOR "RECEIPTS": The SamCait shippers didn't just "happen" to see someone in the funeral video whose back vaguely looked like S's. They went purposely hunting through grainy funeral video footage for someone who resembled S--because in the obituary, the reference to T (and not S) as a son-in-law had freaked them out. In other words, they were looking for reassurance that the ship was "real."

Confirmation bias is the tendency to overvalue information that supports one’s beliefs and to undervalue or overlook information that does not. When one goes searching for something, confirmation bias will often lead one to see what one wants to see.

I believe the false "funeral receipts" involving S and his mother CH are examples of how confirmation bias resulted in shippers being led astray.

A MORE DETAILED DEBUNK OF THE CH "FUNERAL RECEIPT": The CH "funeral receipt" is very easy to debunk. The reality is the shippers found a woman with light blonde hair and a hairdo that CH sometimes wears and must have decided that no other woman in the world wears that hairdo.🤦🏻‍♀️

However, if you just do a quick google search for CH, you will see that she has worn her hair all sorts of ways and not always the way the woman wore it in the funeral video. As can be seen in the thumbnail photos below, CH's hair color is also much darker than the light blonde hair of the woman in the video. Finally, the body shape (and possibly height) of the two women don't seem to match (at least in my opinion).

Regardless, IMHO to claim that that woman in the funeral video was definitely CH is a real stretch.

AN ADDITIONAL DEBUNK OF THE "S FUNERAL RECEIPT": I believe that the man that C is next to at the funeral mass is most likely her brother K or some other relative. Shippers claim that K doesn't have the right build. However, earlier in this post, I explained why I still thought it was likely K. In addition, I previously also explained why K's hairline and hair length better match the man in the video than S's hairline and hair length. (And no, I don't believe that was S in a "wig."🤦🏻‍♀️)

K also has a large forehead like S and like the man in the video.

Also, at least when I looked at the video, the few times you could see the mystery man turn slightly, he didn't have S's cheekbones. (And no, I'm not going to post pictures of the guy from the funeral or of K to prove my point--it just feels like a step too far into intrusiveness to do so, especially regarding screenshots from a video at a family funeral. I acknowledge that there is some hypocrisy on my part, because I'm writing about what I saw when I looked at the video and screencaps people sent me. But somehow that seems like a lesser offense. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Finally, as I've said before, we have countless examples of how extreme shippers touted blurry photos, or photos of the back of someone, as being SC “receipts” that were later debunked when we got a better look at the person they were claiming was either S or C. A few examples are: Faux S at the Women’s March in Jan. 2017; Faux S at the Delpozo NYFW show in Sept. 2017; Faux S in Paris in Oct. 2016; the 3 Faux Cs (yes 3) at the Laophroaig anniversary event in Sept. 2015; and a Faux C and a Faux CH (S's Mom) at the National Theater in August 2015.

In conclusion, it is just not true for SC shippers to claim that the screencaps/ gifs/ video clips of the back of a man or a woman with a blonde hairdo at the funeral are "undebunkable," and therefore must be S and CH. It is much more reasonable to assume that the man in the video was either C's brother K or another family member, and the woman was just some unknown relative or friend of the family.

THIS Is "Tinhat" Shipping

THE SC SHIP IS A "TINHAT" SHIP: The current SC shipper beliefs are a form of "tinhat shipping" (based on 5 common (false) tinhat beliefs) that exists across many fandoms.

Sometimes it is easier to see how off-the-wall these beliefs can be if they are seen from a distance from one's own fandom. So let's see how these beliefs play out in a different fandom: the Twilight fandom, and the Robsten "tinhat" ship.

THE ROBSTEN "TINHAT" SHIP: Perhaps the closest parallel to the current SC shipper beliefs are the beliefs of the Twilight Robsten shippers. The Robstens believe that Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson are secretly married with children, despite the fact that Robert has been dating Suki Waterhouse for 5 years, and Kristen has been in a lesbian relationship with her fiancée Dylan Meyer for four years.

Sounds (and looks) familiar, doesn't it?

BTW, in terms of finding "receipts," the Robstens do something very similar to what the SC extreme shippers (ES) do. According to Bustle:

Several [Robsten] blogs scour paparazzi photos of either celebrity for bystanders that resemble their "partner."

No wonder, the Robstens are so off-base with their beliefs about Robert and Kristen.

Other Reasons Why the SC Ship Isn't Real

THE SAMCAIT CONSPIRACY WOULD NOT BE LEGAL: First of all, there is no legal way in this day and age that TPTB could force two B/C-list actors to "hide" a relationship/ marriage and "3-5 boos" for nearly 10 years--while simultaneously being forced to date others and (in C's case to "pretend" to be married to T).

THE SC CONSPIRACY ISN'T PLAUSIBLE: In addition, none of the variations on the SC conspiracy theory make any sense. They don't meet the basic criteria that John Stewart proposed to determine whether a conspiracy could be plausible.

For instance, it would be completely impractical to hide an entire family for years, swear countless friends, family, colleague, teachers, babysitters, fans with camera phones, etc. to secrecy, and make two B/C-list stars "pretend" to date/be married to others and to spend holidays apart, etc. All to "hide" a romance that would actually be a publicity goldmine for the show.

There is a point where anyone with any common sense knows that such a weird belief just isn't real. The SC ship hit that mark years ago.

I don't care how much "evidence" the SC shippers come up with to support their ship. It won't change my mind because the underlying premise of the SC ship is not plausible.

When a belief isn't true, you know the "receipts" used to support it are based on the true believers "seeing" what they want to see.

That makes ALL of the SamCait "receipts" debunkable.

NOTE: I don't often write full debunks anymore, but I do so when I feel that the shippers have crossed boundaries regarding C, T, and S. In addition, I have always done debunks to help fence sitters and new fans avoid making the mistake of falling down the SC rabbit hole. Finally, I also do it for the seasick shippers who are just tired of the ups and downs of the ship and who are looking for a way off.

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____________ IMAGE SOURCES: 1) "It's just not real" gif source; 2) "Sam in Mexico" video source; 3) "People don't really want the truth" meme source (before minor edits); 4) CH image search source; 5) video source (before edits) for the "It's just not true" gif; 6) "Robsten manip" source (before edits); 7) video source (before edits) for the "That's not legal" gif; 8) video source for "conspiracy plausibility" screenshot; 9) video source (before edits) for the "You know that isn't true" gif **Below are links to some other posts that explain why I am so sure that the SC ship isn't real:

A general debunk of the rationale behind all the SC conspiracy theories can be found HERE.

This POST explains the ways in which SC shipper leaders have manipulated their followers in order to keep the ship afloat, and how current SC shipper beliefs are right out of the tinhat shipper playbook.

A partial list of past debunks of SC "receipts" can be found HERE.

This POST (only found on the web version of my CO blog) lists some old posts that explain why one cannot believe what one thinks one sees between two romantic leads based on interviews, PR events, behind-the-scenes photos/videos, etc.

There are many other posts that you can find if you look at the "Pages About Fandom and Blog" on the web version of my Outlander Fandom Follies side blog.

#outlander fandom #samcait debunk #sc shippers #my gifs #my edits

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Contaminated (13/?)

Angel Reyes x OC Lara Barrera Losa OC Lara Losa x OC Frankie Loza

From these August Prompts: “Damage Control"

A/N: Update for my girlies <3 and Angel lol.

For a refresh, all the chapter links are in the below link!

Chapter Index

TW: 18+, mentions of death, losing a loved one, Alzheimers, cancer, light angst, cursing. .

Word Count: 1.8k

Taglist: (Just let me know if you want to be added :) @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0 @lyly00 @drabbles-mc @lilac-tea-time (it’s been a while since I’ve posted this, if I’ve forgot to add you to the taglist or you’d like to be tagged just let me know!)

“So this has been going on for five years?” Frankie sat at the kitchen island trying to wrap her brain around everything.

“No, once five years ago. And now, only for a few months.” Lara explained.

“Months?!” Frankie’s eyes went bug eyed.

“Weeks! A few weeks!” Lara corrected herself to ease Frankie more into it. She was in full damage control mode and trying to back track her mistake of not telling her best friend about her and Angel, although classifying it as a mistake wasn’t exactly true. She had her reasons for not saying anything but she was regretting her finding out this way. Lara’s eyes moved over to the person to her right expecting him to chime in but Angel was too busy stuffing his face.

Lara closed her eyes and took a big sigh before looking back at Frankie.

“I was going to tell you, I promise I was going to tell you.” Her hand extended across the island to grab Frankie’s. “I just, things are really complicated right now. I didn’t wanna risk Bishop finding out and honestly we weren’t really sure this was anything until yesterday anyways.”

At that Angel looked up from his plate, “Um, no I was actually sure, just following your lead.”

Lara looked at him with a frown and then back at Frankie, “Alright well I wasn’t sure this was anything so I wanted to wait to tell you.”

Frankie just sat there, frown on her face, more confused than angry as she took in all the information.

“Are you happy?” She looked at Lara and asked, her face was serious.

Lara looked at Frankie for a split second before looking over to Angel who was also waiting for her response. Her silence was bringing anxiety to everyone in the room except herself. Turning back to Frankie she nodded.

“The happiest I’ve been since Aiden.” She knew Frankie would get that, Lara loved her little brother like anyone would have loved and cared for their little sibling, but Aiden brought Lara pure joy into her life and when he died that light in Lara went with him.

“Okay then.” Frankie said with a nod and she stood up getting ready to leave.

“I’m going up north with Hank today to see my grandma.” She was grabbing her bag and situating it back over her pajamas.

“It’s like 5 in the morning.” Angel said confused since the girl had just gotten home an hour ago and was pretty drunk.

Lara knew though. This time of year was difficult for everyone. For Lara and Bishop it brought up the painful memories of losing Aiden. For Frankie and Hank it was his mother, her grandmother, while she was still alive, she was going downhill but they still went up every year around this time to celebrate the anniversary of her beating cancer. It was fucked up that the year she beat cancer the early onset of Alzheimer's began. It gave them an excuse to visit her and ring the bell every year, though and it did bring some happiness to each of them to see her celebrate it.

“I completely spaced.” Lara said realizing it was one of the reasons she had gotten drunk. “Do you need a ride?” Yes, Lara was sucking up, but that’s what you did when you were in full damage control mode with your best friend. You kissed her ass.

“No Hank’s picking me up, I’m gonna wait outside for him.” She squeezed Lara’s arm and gave a half smile even though it looked more like a frown. “I’m happy you’re happy. You deserve that.”

As Frankie passed Angel she leaned over to give him a quick goodbye. “If you hurt her I’ll fuckin’ gut you.” It was said at such a whisper, Angel almost missed it but he didn’t. His eyes went wide and his brows met in the middle of his forehead as the shock and confusion of what Frankie said to him settled in. As Frankie pulled away the smile on her face was like nothing of the sorts had just been spoken from her mouth.

Lara walked Frankie to the door, there was so much more she wanted to say but right now wasn’t the right time. But she couldn’t just say nothing.

“I want you to know it’s not because I didn’t trust you–”

“I know, Lara. It’s because you wanted to keep it yours. I get it.” The smile on Frankie’s face was a lot more genuine now, “but I’m still mad at you. And whatever this is, I expect it when I’m back.” She laughed, referring to Lara’s full kiss ass mode.

The two hugged before Frankie walked out the door leaving Lara and Angel in the apartment by themselves.

“That could’ve gone worse!” Angel said, standing up from the stool.

“That could’ve gone better.” Lara said with an eye roll.

“Well, I’m sure a couple hours of sleep will make you feel better.” Angel was practically begging to go back to bed.

“You can go back to bed but I have tons of shit I need to get done.” Lara started picking through the cabinet under the sink for cleaning supplies.

“What?” Angel frowned and looked at what Lara was doing.

“I’m in full damage control mode, I’m gonna clean her room, like really clean her room and do her laundry.” Lara said in an obvious way like Angel should have known better. “Why don’t you go home, crash, and call me when you’re up, I’ll come over and we can stay at your place tonight. Give Frankie some space.”

Angel was genuinely baffled and confused but knew better than to argue with the girl. “Sure, you don’t need help cleaning?”

“Thanks for the offer but I’ll be good.” Lara smiled as Angel bent down and placed a kiss on her head.

Cleaning was actually pretty therapeutic for Lara, it gave her time to clear her head while also going through some thoughts and feelings she needed to sort out, doing this for Frankie felt like the right thing. She honestly didn’t hide it because she thought Frankie would tell Bishop it was exactly what Frankie said, she wanted it to be just her and Angel’s thing. No outside sway or opinions. It was dark by the time Angel called, Lara knew he had probably been up for a while and got called into club stuff, she didn’t mind, it gave her more time around the house.

Now at Angel’s, the two of them were knocked out on the couch, both catching up on the hours they missed from the night prior. Hours must’ve passed by just with the TV playing overnight in the background while the two laid snoring on the couch. An alarm went off on someones phone, causing both of them to stir awake, both a little frightened while they searched for the source of the noise.

“It’s not mine.” Angel said his voice groggy and raspy.

“It’s mine, I have a shift. It’s already 7AM.” Lara sighed and plopped back down against Angel who had already tried to go back to sleep.

“Call out.” Angel mumbled.

“I wish, I need the money. I’m gonna shower.” Lara wasn’t exactly speaking at anything higher than a mumble either. “Please can you make me coffee?”

The groan from Angel’s throat was one of annoyance but not one of defiance so Lara knew she’d have a hot cup of coffee when she got out of the shower which is what motivated her to get up in the first place. “Thank you.”

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“I don’t know what you did to get water pressure like that but I’m demanding you come to our apartment and do it to our shower.” Lara said as she walked through Angel’s house in one of his flannels and her hair wet ready for a coffee.

To Lara’s surprise, Angel wasn’t alone, she walked right into the living room where EZ was with the biggest grin on his face.

“Hi Lara.” He smiled from ear to ear.

“Prospect.” She rolled her eyes, no need to hide now. If Frankie didn’t tell him, she eventually would have and there was no going back from or denying her swimming in Angel’s clothes.

Angel had a cup of coffee in his hand and handed one to Lara. “EZ brought coffee, you can have mine.”

“If I knew you were gonna have company I would have brought three, or not come at all.” The grin on EZ’s face was getting bigger as he spoke, he wanted to boast and tell Angel every version of ‘I told you so’ that he could.

Lara took two sips from the cup and handed it back to Angel. “Here I just needed a jolt, I gotta get ready and head out anyways, I’ll grab something on the way.” And before she could even let either of them respond she was running back into Angel’s room and tossing her all black hostess outfit on and tying her hair back.

As the two boys stood alone in the living room, EZ wiggled his eyebrows at Angel which earned him a light shove and ‘shut the fuck up’ before Lara reappeared in the room.

“Sorry to leave like this, thanks for the coffee sips.” She stood up on her tip toes to grab Angel’s head and leave a kiss on his lips before grabbing her purse off the hooks and going to the door to leave. “Bye EZ!”

Now both the men were truly alone in Angel’s house, there was a couple seconds of silence before EZ spoke up.

“So should I say I told you so, I was right, or something else? I’ll let you come up with it even, it can be a joint effort.” EZ was still grinning from ear to ear.

“Man, shut up.” Angel turned to grab his kutte from the hooks. “I thought you needed me for club shit.”

“I do, but this is just my reward for having to play hide n seek with the fuckin’ club. No one answers their phone this early.”

“Yea bro, it’s 7 fuckin AM.” Angel’s eyebrows raised as he placed his kutte on and grabbed the coffee back to chug half of it down. “Come on let’s go.”

“Yo,” EZ said as they started to head out themselves. “Don’t fuck this shit up.” It was serious, he wasn’t grinning anymore, it was coming from a genuine place.

“Don’t go saying shit at the club, aight? Bish doesn’t know and I’m gonna let Lara tell me how she wants to deal with that.” Angel yelled back at his little brother and paused before speaking up again.

“And I’m not gonna fuck it up.”

#mayans #mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fanfiction #Angel Reyes x OC #ezekiel reyes x oc #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #angel reyes #my oc #oc lara losa #oc frankie loza #contaminated #contaminatedfic

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dreamties · 9 months

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Bo Sinclair General Relationship HCs

A/n- A while ago (like, last year while ago), realized that I had never actually written anything for a lot of the characters on my list. So, I wanted to change that. Dug up this work from my drafts and edited it for y'all to enjoy! <3

One for Vinnie is already in the works!! and i believe i already have a post for Lester <33

T/W: Bo should be his own warning (he's kind of mean), very vague nsft implications

despite the way he treats his brothers- he does love them. Vinnie and Les rr all he's had for so long ! he just doesn't know how to show them he cares, since all he really knows is the pain and hurt his parents (especially his mother) caused him.

of course that doesn't make everything he does okay! but at least it helps to explain the cold and hard exterior he always has. not only is he capable of showing kindness- he actually has a very soft nice side to him. it's just difficult to reach that layer.

when the two of you first meet, he thinks ur cute and flirts with you. who knew that he'd be letting you live that fateful afternoon...

after that first encounter- Bo's gonna seem like a total asshole at first. (well- he is)

it takes months...but he does warm up to your presence after a while. he still doesn't totally trust you. he had been keeping a very close eye on you, making sure you wouldn't leave. but he loosens up and lets you explore town by yourself more. not constantly stuck by your side.

any touch or affection that's on the spicier side is likely to develop in the first few months. the soft side of him can take years to fully unravel though...

god damn is he handsy. always has a hand on ur ass ( discreetly hidden in ur pant pockets, or on display for anyone in town to let them know HEY. ur fuckin taken >:( )

not much of a hugger. especially in public. exceptions to this are: holding uu or being held by you while the two of you sleep OR if one of uu is upset. hugs and gentle touches when he's angry always calm his nerves a bit.

what touches and when they're okay takes a lot of experience of situations to figure out. Bo isn't straight forward with his feelings. You have to infer and make mistakes and fuck up a lot to really understand him

also !! picking uu up and twirling uu around as an occasional greeting <3

okay honestly?? he's a total flirt but also a bit of a romantic. like Classic Romance.

there's not much good that came from his upbringing- but he learned to be quite the gentleman and knows how to treat his partner right (sort of...not really) (you probably have to teach him to be kinder and more gentle to ya- he'd work on that for you, though <3333)

like, I think he'd get his S/O roses or your first date would be at their fake movie theater set up. Bo would flip through a few of the old reels, settling on whichever one seemed the least boring. it would be only you and him (and several wax figures). maybe you'll rest your head against his shoulder as you watch the film, he'll snake an arm around you, pulling you ever so slightly closer. holding a small conversation filled with passing remarks and stupidly flirtatious lines. which begins in small whispers and ends in uproarious laughter. you leave before the movie even ends (Bo will deal with it later), and you just can't help keeping your eyes off him.

(he's quite the charmer, isn't he?)

back to physical affection with him !! his kisses are more often than not- rough. They don't meld or connect to yours- they don't Try to. they'll bruise and hurt you.

yet, at the end of the night, he'll peck little kisses on your face and lips and down your neck.

is very keen on using terms like: gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, etc when referring to you. like, instead of your name lol

he'll just lean against the door frame, seeing you plate the table for dinner- for him and his brothers. a smug smirk on his face as he ogles you.

"hey gorgeous, miss me?" he'll say. putting his fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face so you could see each other better. kiss the corners of your mouth, lick the sweetness from your lips.

you'll turn your gaze to him. surprised by him. not by how nice he's being (you know your boyfriend, and your friend could also be a real sweet fellow if he tried), but from his sudden appearance. he didn't usually seek you out when you cook or bake.

face melting into an adoring, eager expression when your eyes finally meet his.

"bo," you'll smile. "good to see ya down so early. what's got ya so excited?"

he'll smile and press a dozen kisses across your body. "to see you, darlin."

also, while i imagine Bo sees himself more fitted for a traditional relationship- man/woman, him doing the work, his gal staying at him to cook and such. . . he's known to surprise folks every once in a while. he doesn't mind who or what you are- either way he's gonna be a curmudgeon till you grow on him.

despite Bo's personal feelings- he'll try to apologize to you when he fucks up. he doesn't really do apologizes- especially if he thinks he's in the right.

he hates seeing you all upset, especially from something that he's done- he'll treat you extra special whenever he messes up <33

who knows . . . maybe Bo will even change and grow as a person for you hehe

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x you #slashers x y/n #slashers imagines #slashers headcanons #bo sinclair imagines #bo sinclair headcanons #house of wax #queue tag #reblogs appreciated #most of this is from like a year or two ago but <3333 #thats alright folks #there will always be new chances to write him in the future !!

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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i know ted says he and michelle have been together since high school but can we please see "My family invited an old friend for the holidays and they're my first love"? if there was someone else before, mama Lasso would do this now that they are over, i feel

AN: Omg thank you for still being my friends after I sat on this for like 3 months lol I hope you still enjoy!

Rating: General

Tags: Mama Lasso, Second Chance Romance, high school sweethearts, Fluff, holiday fluff

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Ted was thrilled to get to spend Christmas with Henry and his mother, even though he was anxious about being in Kansas. There were ghosts galore he had been going to therapy to prepare to deal with. Not just his father, but the death of his marriage, and the fact that he was a divorced, lonely ex-pat haunted him across the ocean.

By the time Mama Lasso's Christmas Eve party finally rolled around, Ted had slipped into a routine that kept him mostly panic-free: a long walk in the morning, time with Henry in the afternoons, and dinner with his mother. But this party would be a real test, surrounded by his mother's friends who would all try to avoid asking about the divorce or politely try to tell him how much he looked like his father.

He was chatting with his mother and nursing a beer, keeping a close eye on the growing tightness in his hands, when he saw you, his high school sweetheart, come in through the front door. You wore a thick navy blue sweater with white snowflakes and dark jeans and boots and Ted couldn't take his eyes off you as you hung up your coat and looked around nervously.

You had got to chatting with Mama Lasso a couple of weeks ago, in the grocery store. You always had fond memories of hanging out at Teddy's, even before the two of you briefly became an item. Mama Lasso could see that you both clearly had a fondness for each other, and was happy to have you over for dinner and let the two of you watch movies in the darkened living room. Especially after Ted's dad died and it was the only time he seemed even close to normal.

Of course, it had been many years since then, you and Ted had gone to different colleges, drifted apart. But in the aisle of the Hy-Vee, you and Mama Lasso were catching up like old friends when she invited you to the Christmas Eve party. You had gone a few times in high school and you were touched that she'd invite you, even if she was just being polite. You were about to decline when she said something you weren't expecting.

"You know Teddy always seemed himself around you. I know it's been a long time but I think it would be really nice for you two to see each other again."

You didn't expect that Ted would be there for Christmas, had heard about the divorce and the move to London through the grapevine, and you couldn't deny the flutter that went through you at the idea of seeing your first boyfriend again. You had never married or had children, had struck out after college for a fancy career across the country but returned home to take care of your aging mother, who had just passed away the previous year. And now you felt stuck. It would be nice to see someone that might make you feel like you belong again. So despite the terror of going to a party where you'd only know the host and the host's son...you said yes.

Ted slipped through the small crowd to offer you a cup of eggnog.

"The last time we saw each other, neither one of us was doin' this legally, so I thought eggnog was a safe bet."

You couldn't help but beam at Ted. You thought it might be awkward, but his small smile instantly put you at ease. He had aged, obviously, you had too, but in some ways he'd only gotten more handsome, growing into features that hadn't quite fit him at 16. But you wanted to give him an out as well, in case he was just like his mother and only being nice.

"I never pass up eggnog, thank you Tedd...," there was an awkward moment where both of you realized you were going to call him Teddy out of habit and his cheeks flushed as his smile grew. "I, uh, hope its not weird that I came. Your mom invited me?"

"Well, that certainly sounds like somethin' my mama would do. Say, I know you just got here, but what would you say to takin' a walk, catchin' up?"

You nodded, quickly downing your eggnog, as Ted disposed of his beer bottle and slid your jacket back on. He returned with two thermoses and a Richmond beanie pulled low and you quietly slipped out the front door again.

You and Ted strolled easily, catching up on more than 20 years of events, touching lightly on the hard stuff, and making each other laugh with the rest. The thermos was full of spiked hot chocolate, and you alternated hands to keep them from getting too cold as snow began to fall lightly.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Ted rummaged in a pocket and produced a pair of knit gloves, "noticed you didn't come in with any."

"You always were observant, Teddy," you sighed affectionately, bumping your shoulder against his. "Never was able to find another like you."

Ted dropped his head shyly, the corner of his mouth tilting up at the compliment. "And you always did make me feel like something special."

You walked and walked, aimlessly, but enthusiastically. Without speaking about it, the two of you turned around to go back to the party, gone long enough that his mother had probably noticed by now. But you couldn't help but stop against the porch, watching the snow come down a little heavier. Ted stood next to you, leaning on his elbows, close enough that you could smell his cologne and see the snowflakes get caught in his long lashes.

"Whatcha thinkin' about," Ted asked quietly, the sound of Mariah Carey leaking from the doors and windows behind you.

"We had our first kiss here," you responded truthfully, gesturing with your head at the porch swing behind you and Ted chuckled, immediately going to sit.

"I didn't mean to imply anything," you said as you joined him. "I know you live in London. To be honest, I don't even know why I came, I shouldn't have—"

"I'm glad you did. We're no spring chickens anymore, but boy do you make me feel young again," Ted said, not looking at you but still gazing out over the yard. "I...hope we stay in touch. I know you're life is here, but—"

"It's not actually."

Ted turned to look at you, which brought your faces even closer together. "What do you mean?"

"I've just been feeling...stuck lately. My whole purpose for coming back home is gone now and there isn't really a reason for me to go back to where I was. And I don't want you to think that I'm looking at you like some out, we just met again. But my life isn't here. For what it's worth."

Ted smiled, his eyes glinting with the reflection of Christmas lights, "I think it's worth quite a bit...would it be alright...if I kissed you?"

You nodded, leaning in immediately to press your cold lips to Ted's heat growing between your bodies immediately. It was meant to be gentle and chaste, but you melted into each other easily, getting lost in sensations both incredibly familiar and entirely new.

"And here I was thinkin' y'all had gotten lost. Shoulda known you were up to somethin'."

You and Ted jumped apart like teens all over again at the sound of his mother's voice. "Sorry, mama," Ted said sheepishly, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

"Mmhmm, come on in here before you catch your deaths, now," Mama Lasso teased, before closing the screen door.

"Yes ma'am," you called out after her, giggling into Ted's side.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #x reader #reader #reader insert

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tartarusknight · 3 months

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My words were talk, heart, close, suddenly, and realize. I sadly just published my last chapter of my wip and haven't had the time to work on it. So this is another wip that's titled (for now) Mamma Claudia. It might be a little confusing but it is paragraphs out of order lol. Anyways... thank you @paperbackribs for the tag <3

TALK

Steve shrugged, not really interested in talking about himself. "How old?" He asks instead and even though she frowns she doesn't try to force him to talk like his aunt and uncle. She just grips his hand so she doesn't loose him while they look for his aunt.

"Dusty just turned one a little two months ago." She says and Steve looks over at the baby. "Now, what's your name? And your aunts name?"

HEART

Days turned to weeks into a month then two. Phil gave Steve one final glance before he was gone to something called college but it hurt just as mush when his mamma left. So, Steve didn't leave his room at his uncles house, he didn't have the heart to. Like his heart went with his family, with his mamma. His aunt and uncle didn't say anything but he could feel their annoyance towards him.

She moved from the aisle but Steve didn't follow her. He watched the mother holding her child, looking overwhelmed and close to tears as her baby didn't stop crying. He moved over to them and cleared his throat, "Is- alright?" He asked and his voice croaked from disuse.

The woman startled and her face flushed, "yeah, sorry. He's- he always settled for my- but we have to deal with just the two of us now, don't we Dusty?" She said her voice frantic as she tried to soothe her son.

SUDDENLY (or sudden in this case)

Big brown eyes blinked over at Steve and he felt seen as the kid stopped crying. "Oh, he seems to- to like you." The mother sighs and Steve looks up at her.

"Really?" He asks and a sudden spark of the joy bloomed in his chest, surprising even himself. He thought the blue oceans had washed away all flames in his chest.

The mother smiles and she has the same kindness in her gaze that his mamma had. "Of course, I’m sure Dusty already thinks of you as a friend." She states and he straightens up. He hadn't really made any friends since coming to Hawkins.

REALIZE

When Steve was 4, his mamma told him that she was really sick and she wasn't sure if she was going to get better. That's when his mamma brought him to Hawkins Indiana where her sister and husband lived. It was a long long way from home. His mamma had done her best to teach him both Irish and English as he grew up, but he never seeed to get English as easily.

When she moved to Ireland, she never truly planned on going back home to Indiana. She had dreams if traveling the world and she had when it was just her and Phil for a few years. Until she had set down roots in Ireland. She had learned the native tongue and became a citizen there to give her son the peaceful live she dreamed of having as a kid. And they had had that for a moment. They were happy and every moment had been special. But they became more special as Steve realized his mamma was only getting worse.

#tag game #stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #claudia henderson

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lulubelle814 · 5 months

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Annie didn’t mind going to birthday parties for the couple of friends she had or the ones her office threw monthly for those people whose birthday was during that month. Yes, they were typically loud and crowded, but she enjoyed being there for her friends. Her birthday? She’d rather forget it. With it being 3 days before Christmas, it was typically forgotten by everyone, except her parents who always made sure to send a birthday card with a little money and called to sing her happy birthday.

This year was different. Only a few months ago, her mother passed away, and her dad, Charlie, was never the same. He became inundated with hospital bills; however, friends and neighbors raised money to help pay for medical bills. Charlie was well loved in their little community. He was always the first to volunteer when someone needed help doing repairs, fixing a car, or even helping the elderly widow take her groceries inside. So when his wife passed, they all gathered to make sure he was taken care of. Annie did what she could, but she had her own bills and rent to pay, unable to spare much with money or time to help, and her dad understood. In fact, he refused any financial help she tried to give.

So here she was, wandering around her favorite bookstore. Seeing a book she’d been wanting to read, she purchased it as a birthday gift to herself and left. Rather than head home, a course was set for the Rockefeller tree and sat on a bench that had a great view of the tree and those ice skating nearby. Sitting there, she looked up at the stars and made a silent birthday wish. 'All I want is to not be alone, not on my birthday.'

“Are you alright, miss?” Looking forward, there was a familiar, handsome gentleman with a buttery British accent. It took her a second, but she realized it was Loki, the newly minted Avenger. He was taking a leisurely walk, going to see this enormous tree the Avengers told him about when he spotted her, crying a bit.

“I’m, uh, I’m alright.”

He smiled. “You do know I am the God of lies, correct?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. He gestured towards the empty spot next to her, wordlessly asking if he could join her to which she agreed.

“What makes you so despondent, my fair lady?”

She shook her head. “Nothing important.”

“Please let me be the judge of that.” He didn’t know her, but a part of him wanted to help her. “No one should be downhearted so near Christmas.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m sure you have things you need to be doing rather than console a stranger.”

He turned to look at the tree. “My, uh,co-workers told me of this tree. They told me it was large and fantastical. ‘A sight to behold’ they said. So I had to see it for myself.”

“It’s my favorite thing about Christmas in New York. I love looking at the lights, watching people ice skating, and everyone forgetting about their troubles, even if for a little while.”

“Everyone, it seems, but you.”

Annie nodded. “I was hoping it would help.”

“Please,” he said. “Please tell me what has made you so downtrodden.”

She finally broke, tears falling down her face. “My mom passed a few months ago. Heart failure they said. She hadn’t been feeling well and was getting tired easily. My dad took her to a cardiologist who ran some tests and said it was from an arrhythmia. They tried to fix it, but it didn’t hold. He took her to a different doctor recommended by a friend who found that her heart was weak, only working at about 15%, and she died a month later.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s never easy losing a parent, especially a mother.”

“It was awful. I wanted to stay longer to help dad, but he practically chased me away, telling me to live and enjoy my life.”

Loki turned towards her. “Something tells me that’s not the end of your troubles.”

She cursed under her breath that he wouldn’t leave well enough alone. “It’s the first year I’m not getting a call from her singing me happy birthday.”

Quickly putting 2 and 2 together, he realized today must be her birthday. Being by herself told him that either she had no friends or that they had forgotten. Since living on Midgard, he understood the troubles of a birthday near this holiday, but his brother always made sure to celebrate it with him.

“If it’s alright with you, I would love to help you celebrate your birthday. After all, no one should have to spend their birthday alone.” He raised his hand to her face slowly, watching for signs that she didn’t want to be touched. When she gave no signs, he wiped away her tears. “And no one should be crying on their birthday, either. I believe it’s a rule, is it not?”

When she gave a small smile, it gladdened his heart. Standing up, he held his hand out to her. “Let's rectify that, shall we?”

Annie was hesitant, but something told her she could trust him. So she stood up, accepting his hand. Allowing him to guide her, they talked and walked to the skating rink. “It would behoove me to ask your name?”

“I’m Annie, Annie Creston.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Annie Creston.”

They approached the rink booth where he paid for tickets and ice skate rentals. Next thing she knew, they were skating around the rink. It was something she’d always wanted to do but had been too scared, and it was usually that either no one wanted to go or no one was available. Generally, it was the second one with Christmas only 3 days away.

So here she was, skating around the rink with the God of Mischief himself. Never in a hundred years did she think she’d end up in this situation; however, she was slowly feeling better. He tried to turn around and skate backwards to try to impress her. Instead, he tripped on his own feet and fell on his ass. Annie roared with laughter, and he followed suit. Rather than have all the fun himself, he pulled her down onto the ice with him, creating even more laughter between the two of them.

“I must say, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” She agreed. When he finally stood back up, he gave her a hand, and they continued skating around the rink for a while, laughing and chatting. Before she knew it, well over an hour passed since he joined her on that bench.

Slowing down, she came to a stop, holding on to the side wall and smiled at him. They exited the rink and switched out the ice skates for the shoes they came in. “Thank you so much for this. It means a lot.”

“Oh, my dear, the night is not over, not yet. Do you trust me?” Once again, he held out his hand to her. She nodded, accepting his hand. He then tucked her hand into his arm and went off on a walk.

It was near impossible to tell where they were going. They were going into a part of the city she wasn’t very familiar with until she saw the iconic Avengers building. Looking up at it, it was much taller than she had realized when seeing it on TV.

What really surprised her was when he not only guided her inside, but he also took her into the elevator, pressing the button for one of the high floors. When the doors opened, there were balloons and streamers everywhere. Up on the wall was a sign reading Happy Birthday. What really stunned her was how many of the Avengers were there with party hats on, including Tony Stark himself and Loki’s brother, Thor. Bruce was the only one not in attendance. He was at his cousin’s place spending time with family.

Thor was the first one to reach her, giving her a big hug, even picking her up off her feet. “Put her down, you oaf.”

Realizing he was hugging her harder than a midgardian could take, he put her down. “Happy Birthday, Lady Annie! We are glad you allow us to celebrate in your revels.”

She was too stunned to speak. “How……” He leaned down and spoke softly. “They don’t call me the God of Mischief for nothing, dear.”

Tony strolled up. “He texted us saying he found a friend at the Rockefeller tree, alone on her birthday.” He gestured for her to actually come into the room. The further she got into their common room, the more she saw. There were all kinds of snacks and drinks. But the best part? They had a large birthday cake with her name on it. Over the course of the next few hours, the Avengers sang her Happy Birthday, ate cake with her, danced, and talked.

At one point, Tony pulled her aside. “I gotta tell you. When Loki told us about you, I looked you up, pulling files on you to see if you were a security risk. Instead, I saw the skill set you have with office work and the dismal pay you’re currently getting. So, if you’re interested, I’m looking for a secretary to help with paperwork and the like.”

“Holy Shit! Are you kidding?”

Nat interrupted. “He kids a lot, but not on things like this. I got a glimpse of those files. You are seriously undervalued at your current job, and I know he pays very well.” Tony nodded.

All Annie could do was nod furiously. This night went in directions she couldn’t even hope for.

“Oh, and just so you know,” Tony continued. “The job includes an apartment here in the tower.”

Tears started falling. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I thought that was a good thing?” He turned to Nat. “Why is she crying?”

“You can be such an idiot sometimes. Those are happy tears, you moron.”

“OH! Okay.” He turned back to Annie. “So, what do you say, kid. New job, new apartment?” She couldn’t respond. Instead, she hugged him. This time, it was him who was stunned, unused to being hugged, but he opted to return her hug, just this once. It was her birthday after all.

When she let go, she turned to Loki. “This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Nat leaned over. “Just wait until you see how he celebrates Christmas. If you don’t have plans, we would love for you to join us.”

In fact, she did not have plans, at least nothing other than eating some ham and watching It’s a Wonderful Life.

“I’d love to, if it’s not an imposition?”

“Kid, hanging out with us, you’ll have to get used to this kind of thing. You can move in tomorrow if you want.”

“Really?” She didn’t know that within her file, he saw she was on the landlord’s eviction list for January. It wasn’t anything she’d done wrong. The landlord decided to go co-op, and there was no way she could afford to keep her apartment.

Nat, Loki, and Thor offered to help her with packing and moving while Tony provided the moving truck. Annie didn’t have much, but she lived about 45 minutes away. While they were at her place packing up, Tony and Pepper set up her room. Tony had a brand new bed delivered, and Pepper styled her room. So by the time everyone was back with her things, all she needed to do was put away the few things she brought with her.

Pepper showed her the way to her room. The apartment they gave her was directly across the hall from Loki’s. Entering, her jaw dropped seeing everything. It was everything she’d wanted her crappy little apartment to be. The kitchen was well stocked, and the bed was one of those fancy cloud mattresses.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it. I didn’t know how much you liked to read. So we can get any books you might want.” She gestured to the empty bookshelf. “We can definitely get another bookshelf if you need one. That one,” pointing to Loki” has so many, his room might as well be a library.” Everyone laughed.

“Just so you know,” Tony spoke as he rolled into the room, “I have a policy with my employees. No working between Christmas Eve and the day after New Years. Paid holiday. No arguments.”

Pepper leaned over. “He’s not kidding. While he likes to work 24/7, he doesn’t force any of his employees to do that. And we wanted you to have some time to settle in.”

It was at this moment that Annie realized she never was alone. Her mother was looking over her, guarding and protecting her, helping give her a new start at life.

On Christmas Eve, she knew she didn’t have the money to buy everyone gifts. Instead, she spent hours baking bread and making cookies for everyone which was not done alone. Loki tried to help, but he knew nothing about cooking or making food. So rather than have him sitting there (which he was happy to do, but he wanted to help somehow), she taught him what she was doing as she was doing it, giving him instructions on what to do to help her. When each item was finished (except the bread), she had him sample each treat to make sure they were alright.

“If you don’t take these away from me right now, none of these sweets will make it to the other Avengers.”

“I assume that means the goodies are acceptable?” Annie smiled.

“‘Acceptable’ is a vast understatement. I’ve never had sweets this good in my life, and especially since I arrived on Midgard.” Before he could get to more of the treats, she put them on plates and brought them out to the common room. When Loki spotted Thor, he scolded him in advance. “If I’m not allowed to eat all these myself, then neither are you.”

Nothing she made lasted to the end of the day, and it made her very happy. The following morning, Christmas Day, she woke up early and went to the team kitchen by the common room. Gathering what she needed, she turned on the stove to warm up while mixing the batter. She’d only made a few pancakes when people started drifting in.

Steve was the first to arrive. “I smelled something delicious from my room and had to come see what it was.” Seeing the pancakes, he was incredibly happy. “Fair warning. Loki LOVES pancakes.”

She flipped another pancake. “Good thing I’m making enough to feed an army. I have a tendency to make more than necessary.”

He laughed. “You’re going to fit in perfectly here.” Grabbing plates and utensils, he set the table and then retrieved the orange juice.

It wasn’t long before everyone else entered, following the scent of the pancakes. Everyone sat down and dug in.

Nat managed to stop long enough to compliment her. “I think you just de-throned Clint’s pancakes.”

“Hey!” Clint feigned offense.

“Oh give it up, bird boy. Yes, your pancakes are great, but hers,” Tony pointed his fork at Annie, “are better.”

“Thes is uh moss delifus cak.” Thor kept eating one pancake after another.

Nat scolded him. “Thor, don’t speak with your mouth full. And they’re called pancakes. Cake is what we had on her birthday.” He nodded, knowing Nat would reprimand him if he spoke with his mouth full again.

Tony got up first, putting his plate in the sink. Walking over to Thor, he whispered in his ear, and the two gentlemen left the room. Once everyone was finished, they told Annie to relax while they cleaned the dishes.

20 minutes later, everyone was called into the common room where they found Thor dressed as Santa. Annie tried to take off for her room, but no one would let her. “I didn’t get anything for you guys…..”

Tony hushed her. “You made all those treats yesterday and then made us the best pancakes we’ve ever had….”

“Hey!” Barton feigned offense again.

“So you sit your ass down and enjoy Christmas with the rest of us. You’ve already given us your present.” Annie gave up and found a comfortable loveseat with a good view of the festivities, and Loki took the seat next to her.

Acting as Santa, Thor handed out gifts to everyone, including Annie. Everyone got presents for her. Tony gave her a brand new, top of the line Stark laptop and phone. Clint gave her a bow and quiver of arrows, telling her he’d teach her. Pepper gave her a beautiful leather purse. Nat gave her a defense wand. When it was collapsed, it looked like an ordinary tube of lipstick. “I’ll teach you how to use it.” Steve was next. When she opened the gift bag, she found an Avengers shirt. "If it doesn't fit, let me know, but that one is only given to official Avengers. Tony sues anyone who tries to make one similar to it.." Everyone laughed.

"Capsicle isn't kidding," Tony retorted.

Thor gave her a large, stuffed unicorn. Everyone was both surprised but also not. “I could not find a real one. I hope this will suffice.”

But Loki? He handed his gift to her directly. When she opened it, it was a beautiful gold chain with an emerald pendant.

She wouldn’t tell anyone, but that was her favorite present, but it quickly became apparent. As she settled into her job, she could be found wearing it everyday. Through the months, she became good friends with everyone.

Well, everyone except Loki. One day it dawned on him that he had feelings for Annie, and they were slowly growing. Finally gathering the courage, he asked her on a date.

In the end, she got everything she ever wanted and much, much more.

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