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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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Steve's only 25 when it all catches up to him.

It starts off small, things people wouldn't even be able to tell is an early sign of something wrong. Misplacing keys, forgetting which day he has his shifts, what time he's supposed to get Robin. Robin notices though.

Robin knows Steve always keeps his keys on the hook next to Eddie's by the front door, that's where he always finds them, he's not misplacing the keys, he's forgetting the hook exists.

Robin knows Steve has the same shifts every week, they never change because they line up with Eddie's at the record store nearby. Robin knows Steve isn't forgetting what time he's supposed to pick Robin up, he's forgetting Robin moved away a few months ago after she graduated college.

Robin keeps noticing when the kids start calling her because the little things are becoming big things.

Robin notices when Dustin calls and tells her Steve thought he and Suzie were back together, "Like how crazy is that we broke up two years ago, I don't think I've even mentioned her lately."

Robin notices when Lucas calls and tells her Steve asked when his next game was, "The season ended months ago, he came to the finals."

Robin notices when Max calls and whispers softly, "He asked to take me to the skatepark, Robin, I told him I had to help mum. He's forgotten I'm blind Robin."

Robin wished she'd noticed sooner, maybe years ago when Steve was getting knocked around a lot. She wished she'd screamed in the face of those Russians to take her instead. She wished a lot of things when Eddie called her.

"He's in hospital, Birdie, he collapsed at work."

Robin is back in Chicago for the first time since she graduated. She wished she'd visited sooner.

"Do you think the feds are gonna let me go soon, Robbie? I mean it usually doesn't take this long for them to bring me the NDAs."

Robin hopes Steve doesn't notice her eyes going glossy as she runs her fingers through his hair, "Don't worry Stevie, I'm sure they'll be in soon, Dusty is probs just arguing over something in his."

"At least he isn't having to explain he raised a demodog. Did I ever tell you about that Robbie?"

Robin smiles softly, "Yeah but tell me again, don't want to forget any of it."

Eddie gives Robin the gist of what the doctors said, Eddie didn't understand much, a lot of technical words and shit. Too many concussions, more than they knew about most likely. They say it'll probably get worse with no timeframe of how quickly it'll happen, there might be good days, there will be a lot of bad days.

The first bad day comes a week later. Steve barely remembers Eddie, trapped in a time when Eddie was just the kids DM. Eddie sobs in the corridor in Robin's arms. The next day it's like nothing happened and Steve gets discharged. They tell Steve, this time Eddie is the one to comfort him.

"I don't want to forget you Eds."

"It's okay if you do, sweetheart, I'll still be here."

It's Robins idea to start writing everything down. Eddie, Nancy and the kids all help. Filling journals upon journals of stories and pictures of Steve's life to help on the bad days. Steve has to quit his job, Robin moves back to Chicago, they make it work.

On bad days depending on how far back Steve is Dustin or Robin or Eddie will read through the books with him, filling in the gaps of what he needs. On the worst days, Eddie leaves the pile of journals on the bed with a note and waits downstairs to see if Steve will join him later.

They make it work for a few years. Steve celebrates his 30th birthday with perfect clarity. He writes himself an entry in the journal next to a big group picture with Steve and Eddie's matching rings showing.

That July, over a decade since Starcourt, Steve is in hospital again. He'd collapsed at breakfast. Eddie had thought it was going to be one of their good days, Steve had woken up fine, all his memories in tact if a little fuzzy. He'd made them coffee and giggled at Eddie's singing while he made them eggs and just like that it all came crashing down.

Steve's brain is shutting down. They don't know if he'll make it past Christmas. There's more bad days after that. More days with books left on the bed. Most days Steve doesn't even come downstairs. On the good days, Eddie always calls off work. He'd rather be fired than miss a single second of Steve smiling at him like he does, so full of love.

They have Christmas, the whole family comes, they have to bring every chair from around the house and squish in around the table just to fit but it's perfect. Steve sits between Robin and Eddie, face bright and full of love and life. Everyone gives him the tightest hug as the night closes, all lingering, afraid of letting go.

"I love you, dingus."

"I love you too, Robbie."

Later, upstairs in their room, Steve and Eddie go through all the journals, laughing softly at each little note the kids have left. Steve writes his little journal entry, a tradition of good days, and curls into Eddie's arm whispering soft loving words to each other before falling asleep.

Steve never wakes up.

The funeral happens shortly after, all of the family is still in town. Robin holds Eddie afterwards as they go through the journals together. When they get to the last page, they struggle not to smudge the ink with their tears.

Dear Eds and Robbie,

I don't know how many more good days I'm going to get so I'm leaving this here for you now. I love you both so much, you're equally my soulmates and I want you two to look after each other while I'm gone.

Robs, go travelling with Nancy, ok? Thank you for looking after me all these years but it's time for you to go look after yourself. Go see the world for me, tell me all about it wherever I am when you get back.

Eddie, I'm sorry we didn't get as much time as we hoped, I hope you know that even just a day with you has been worth a lifetime with anyone else. Go follow your dreams, write music, perform, show the world how amazing I know you are. I give you full permission to fall in love with whoever you meet along the way, I don't want either of you guys to be alone.

Thank you for giving me a life worth remembering.

Your Dingus,

Stevie

#omfg i sobbed writing this im sorry #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #st4 #steddie #stobin #robin buckely #angst #poor steve #concussions #memory loss #fuck i actually cried so much omfg #ficlet #major character death #tw major character death #tw death

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ghcstao3 · 4 months

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Maybe Ghost doesn’t hate Christmas anymore. Maybe after years of therapy and working on managing his grief, he doesn’t resent the holiday, and instead transforms it back into something positive. Into something to celebrate and remember his family by.

The only problem is—it’s still so lonely.

He doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with, not really. There were a few years he’d spent Christmas with Price on base, but the man was often too busy to take much of a break. So Ghost had since turned to going home to a flat he’d attempted to make homely, but was still missing that aspect of life.

Ghost wasn’t close enough with Garrick for much beyond giving the sergeant a gift as he does with Price and maybe Laswell if she’s around, and it doesn’t quite fill that gap of a younger Simon’s longing of sharing traditions and a proper celebration.

Then Soap comes along, and joins their little team.

And little by little, Soap begins to mend that gap. And maybe that first year is still lonely for Ghost, but by the second—Soap has very well made himself a home in Ghost’s heart.

There’s no question about inviting Soap to come home with him. At least, for a little while, because Ghost knows the sergeant still has family to visit.

But he also has hope. And in the end, Soap happily agrees.

Sure, he can’t be there until the twenty-sixth, but Ghost doesn’t care. Because when Soap appears at his door, everything already feels fixed. Better. Because Soap is the life Ghost’s home has been yearning for.

Somewhere along the way Soap had learned Ghost’s story, so he wastes no time asking about the traditions Ghost has missed out on that he wants to do. He proposes Christmas movies and music, hot cocoa and sitting around the tree to open minimal gifts because he knows Ghost far too well.

So they do all of that. They have cinnamon buns for lunch, because it’s what Ghost’s mum had made for breakfast every Christmas morning that she’d been able to. They watch Home Alone because it had been Joseph’s favourite. They order takeout for dinner because they’re both lousy cooks, and decide that maybe it could be their own tradition from there on.

It’s perfect. The final piece Ghost had been missing for all of these years.

He does still wish he had his family around to celebrate along with Soap—but this isn’t so bad, either. Not at all.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #writing

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nfr-girly · 3 months

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Little Hope - Bradley Bradshaw x reader (Part 1)

Bradley’s priority’s have always been the navy and his daughter, hope, but what happens when his daughter’s teacher comes into the mix?

a/n: literally never wrote a fic before let me know if it’s good

Ever since Bradley and his ex had split up, he had been his daughter’s main guardian. He doesn’t really speak to his ex, and he doesn’t want to. Balancing being a dad and the navy wasn’t easy, so when the time came for Hope to go to pre-school, he couldn’t complain.

“Hey have you got your bag?” Brad asked

“Yes!!”

“And did you brush your teeth?”

“Of course I’m not like you” she rolled her eyes jokingly, to which he smiled at

He strapped her in her seat and pulled out of the drive. Brad was feeling all types of emotions, relief that he could spend some more time in the navy while she learns, sad that she’s growing up, also happy for her to make friends. He didn’t like feeling emotions. He never thought it ended well, and in his case it never had.

Pulling into the car park of the school, he stops for a minute. The school is a good size; he sees kids running around, parents talking to each other. He feels a sense of hope that she’ll be okay, but the other half is telling him to take her back home.

“Daddy are we going in??” Hope asks, the gap where her tooth was showing clear, she sits cuddling her bear.

“Oh yeah honey sorry” he gets out and unstraps her out her seat; they walk hand in hand towards the school.

Walking along he feels some eyes on him, at first he thinks maybe they’re judging him, or worst, hope. But as he glances he realises some of the mums are checking him out. He looks away quickly, he had decided to wear a very tight shirt today.

He walked into classroom 2b, which was what classroom hope was apparently in. He looks around and sees the back of who he guesses is the teacher. He waits till she’s done talking to a student.

But as soon as she turned around, Bradley had completely zoned out everything around him but you. As you notice him, you give him a smile and start walking towards him. If he didn’t feel nervous already, he absolutely did now.

“Hi!! Im Miss L/N!! I assume you are hope?” You kneel down to match hopes height, while Bradley’s eyes are still on you. He would’ve thought he had landed in heaven seeing you.

“Yes!! This is my daddy!!!” Hope says, tugging at Bradley’s shirt. He snaps out of his trance as you get up again, trying to understand what just happened

your POV

Being in the presence of Hopes father could be classed as its own national holiday, because being able to meet a man that gorgeous should be celebrated.

“Hi! My names Miss L/N, but you can just call me Y/N” I whisper the last part

“Hi.. Im uh- im hopes dad, but my names Bradley” he says as he shakes my hand. I don’t even know if I can think the things I’m thinking about a students dad, but who gives a shit.

“Nice to meet you Bradley, I just know hope will have a great time here!” I smile at him, which he grins back at.

“Yeah I hope. She’s feeling excited so it should be alright. so uh I gotta get going now, but pick ups at 3:15 right?”

“Yeah!” I reply; feeling sudden disappointment from him having to leave

“Hey honey I’ll be back soon okay?” He has a little conversation with his daughter, I notice a lot of features they share, same nose, same eyes. It makes my heart fill with warmth even more

He gives her a peck on the cheek before getting up.

“Well I’ll uh, pick her up at 3:15 then” he says

“Yeah um see you then” I smile

He smiles back before turning around and heading out the door.

“So hope let’s get you to your desk and meet your classmates okay!” I say

“Okay!” She smiles as we walk towards the classroom. She talks about her teddy bear, and how she named him Rooster, I assume maybe she likes roosters? Half of the conversation I may have been thinking back to her dad. God, why is 3:15 so far away?

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#rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #top gun maverick

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dpr-stay · 10 months

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The Moon | YT22

Chef Au! Yuki Tsunoda x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, i think a few swears, the feels, i don't think i referred to gender.

WC: ~5.1k

Did i do this instead of course work? Maybe Do I regret it? Maybe Anyways, Yuki's so acts of service coded. I may have read a little too much 'the bear' fanfic whoops. also i only listened to winter cafe by lamp while writing this so bam. i'm a mobile user anyway.

The restaurant had been closed for a few hours at this point, the full-moon well having claimed the spot of the sun, the darkness of night taking over for a few hours till the early morning sunrise peaked over the horizon and you woke again.

You would probably have to get a taxi, you thought to yourself as you peeked through the gap between the kitchen and the empty dining area through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you wouldn’t be able to walk home tonight.

You lived in a very safe place, so you weren’t necessarily scared of being kidnapped or the like. You just hated the dark. You’d always hated the dark, you didn’t fear the things in it or the possibilities it held, just the feeling of not being able to see. That feeling had always unsettled you, even as a baby.

Your mum had always told stories of you not being able to sleep anywhere but her side during your primary years. She always brought it up for a laugh over tea with the other ladies in the small town where you grew up, their fake laughter resounding through your ears as you sat at the end of one of the ladies ornate couches and sipped quietly from your cup, taking up as little space as possible.

Those tea parties were always the worst, sitting in a stuffy room of grown-up’s who could only tell stories of their past, too afraid of the future. You were always the youngest as well, the older children looking down on you when you tried to play with them.

Your only respite was the pastries eventually served sometime during their get-together. You’d come back in from one of the ladies' backyards, your fill of solitarily walking around her yard ten times sufficiently achieved, and you’d see the most lovely pastries piled high on tables you couldn’t quite reach.

A little stumbling and you’d finally reach the table, climbing on the chairs to be able to grab them, their intricate shapes, different colours, and varying textures meaning you tried every variation of every sweet you could find. This always prompted laughter among the older ladies, you being dubbed the ‘Sweet Thief’. You were not sure if this was meant to be affectionate or insulting, but your mother’s sharp gaze when you got back into the car after the party clued you in to the latter.

The opening of the office door snapped you out of your reverie and you looked back to see your boss exit the small room, where he had been doing paperwork. He barely glanced at you as he grabbed a sponge and started to wipe down the steel work benches, muttering under his breath.

You moved from your spot of being perched on your tiptoes to look through the serving gap and shuffled into the office to grab soap from under the sink, quickly pouring a measuring cups worth into the mop bucket before filling the bucket up the rest of the way with water. A quick twist of the mop head in the bucket mixed the soapy water before you shuffled back out of the office, dragging the bucket with your feet.

You moved in silence, him wiping down the benches with his sponge, cloth, and spray kit and you mopping the floor, trailing after him as to not make him stand on the wet floor. When you finished mopping you pushed the bucket out the backdoor before crouching down and tipping the dirty water down the drain installed in the middle of the concrete patio.

While the water drained, you looked up and absorbed your surroundings. The moon shone down onto the landscape, hundreds of green paddies stretching as far as the eye could see, paths between the patches appearing to resemble snakes the further the eye looked. You could occasionally see the headlights of cars flash on roads that wound along the mountains that enclosed the large valley, people with their own lives hurrying to make it somewhere. Anywhere.

One car caught your attention and you found yourself speculating. Maybe it was an important businessman being driven by his chauffeur? Could it be a runaway child being driven back to his parents? You watched until the car disappeared, it’s fading lights causing you to squint against the harsh light shining down on you.

You looked up at the lightbulb that Yuki had installed quietly after you’d told him of your fear of the dark and cursed. Darn the thing for being so bright! Your head snapped back down and you started rapidly blinking, scrunching your face as you blinked.

When you got your vision back, you stood up and grabbed the bucket, lugging it back into the building. The door opened when you nudged it with your foot and you quickly put the mop back in its place before moving back to the kitchen.

A quick look at Yuki confirmed that he was nearly done with his clean up routine and you moved to the small employee area, where you grabbed your phone and keys from a small pigeon-hole before grabbing your jacket from a hook and making your way back to the kitchen, trying to put on your coat as you walked.

Yuki looked at the sound of the door opening and a small smile came onto his face as he saw you, holding all of your items with one hand and struggling to put your jacket on. He dropped the cloth he was holding, wiping the residue away onto his apron, before he walked over to you and taking your jacket off your floundering form. He held it out so that you could weave your free hand into the sleeve before you swapped your stuff to your other hand and he held out the other sleeve for you to put your arm through. He nodded at you when he was done and power-walked back to his station, cleaning with vigor.

“Are you leaving yet?” He asked with his back turned. You nodded, paused, then began speaking. “Oh! Yeah, I think I’ll just wait till a taxi comes around and then I’ll go.” You said and he shot a curious glance back at you which you returned with a smile. He continued wiping down, his pace increased.

“That could take hours, y’know.” He said after a second and you sighed, leaning back against one of the benches. You were lucky he was turned around, not prepared to cop the brunt of his ‘are you serious, I just cleaned that’ glare.

“Hopefully it won’t, I might still be here when you come for opening.” He released a small laugh and you both descended into a comfortable silence. You grabbed your phone to see you had 0 notifications, a pleased sigh releasing from your throat.

Opening the taxi app for your area, you saw that the expected time for a taxi was indeed a couple hours and you groaned. You didn’t see Yuki’s shoulders tense at your sound, too absorbed in your phone.

“You were right.” You half-whined to your boss, too tired to care. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t stay back so late.” He murmured, before turning around and beginning to take off his apron. You didn’t comment on his arm muscles as he undid the knot. He moved around you to place his apron on a hook before looking at you.

“I could drive you home, you know.” He said, almost hesitantly, and you paused, stunned. You and Yuki were pretty close, very good friends out of work and you worked insanely well together during work, but you’d never progressed past meeting outside of work.

It was a line you both hadn’t crossed yet though sometimes you wished you had. Clearing the thought from your mind, you cleared your throat, leaning back and eventually nodding, hoping you covered your shock.

“Uh y-yeah. That sounds good, thanks.” You said and he nodded, going to step away before pausing and turning back to you. You watched curiously as he leaned forward, feeling heat rush to your cheeks the closer he got. He reached out a hand and slowly wiped away a stray hair that had fallen in front of your eyes, clearing your vision and giving you a pristine look at the man.

He had been one of the boys from your hometown, his family always seemingly on the outside. They had had money, something that most of your town envied, and Yuki had always seemed to get what he wanted, being able to race karts and have his parents attend his races, something that you always envied.

However, when his parents found out that he didn’t want to follow in their footsteps of leading their company and wanted to become a chef, they left him. They cut off all support, financial and emotional, and left him with his grandma. You only knew this because you’d seen him working tirelessly at his grandma’s bakery everyday on your way back from your school, trying to raise enough to eventually put himself through culinary school.

He’d vanished when you were both around two years out from getting your certificate, briefly being a trending topic among the townsfolk before being promptly forgotten. You’d only remembered him when you’d walked into the building you were in now, your resume in hand and a strong need to work radiating from you.

Somehow he had managed to buy the shop and had been running it since he’d left your hometown. It wasn’t hugely successful, it was in the middle of farmland of course, but it was a popular spot among students, who often rode their bikes past on their way home from school, and for locals to have a nice warm meal. Yuki had made his own way in the world.

You’d never asked him about what happened with his parents, where they went or if he talked to them now, it wasn’t your place. You were curious, of course, about all aspects of your boss. He was a quiet but kind man, one you couldn’t believe hired you, considering your forte was pastry making and his shop was more traditional cuisine. His hiring you wasn’t exactly surprising though once you got to know him, considering his main characteristic was being extremely thoughtful.

He’d often leave out water and treats for stray cats and would give a kid a free meal if they looked like they needed one. You didn’t question it when he asked if you were afraid of the dark, seeing the way you always left the shop with your phone light in one hand and your flashlight keyring turned on in the other, only to find later that week that he’d installed outdoor sensor lights which kept the dark away while you performed your duties outside and eventually walked away from the shop.

The light touch of his pinky against your eyebrow brought you back to the present and you jolted as you snapped back. He quickly drew away from you, retreating and hiding his hand away in his pocket. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before he cleared his throat.

“Wait outside, yeah? I’ll just be a second.” He said and then walked briskly back into the office, closing the door and immediately slumping against it. You couldn’t see him do this, but the creaking door pressing into the doorframe hinted it to you anyway. You quickly turned away before you let yourself speculate why.

Walking through the door to the dining area, your shoes clacked on the tiles as you made the small venture to the front door. The place wasn’t exactly classy, it was more homely, but it had charm. The laminated menu items stuck to the front window (something you’d seen his grandmother hang up, unaware of the way he shot you an exasperated glance at the decor) didn’t stop moonlight from shining onto the small two person laminate-wood tables.

The white and orange leaf-pattern plastic chairs also reflected the moonlight and you thought back to when you’d suggested buying them as a joke only to watch Yuki speculate for a moment before placing an order for them, even though they clashed heavily against the whole aesthetic.

The small service counter in front of the wall with the service window was missing your coworker, her having gone home hours ago. You walked diverted to the desk and bent over the top of it, quickly checking that everything was locked up and in place, before hopping down and walking to open the front door.

The sound of cicadas and the refreshing smell of clean air greeted you as you walked through the glass door, the tiny tinkling of a bell sounding in your ears. The light flicked on and you surveyed the small road in front of the shop, the dust having settled since the last car drove on it. The gravel was in contrast to the lush greeness that spanned in front of you, the front of the shop having practically the same view as the back, except from here you could see a small town.

That was where you, and to the best of your knowledge, Yuki lived. It was also where a large amount of your customers lived, them mostly dropping in during the day. You don’t know why the shop was built so far away from the town, maybe it used to be exclusively a place where farmers would have their breaks during the day, but it was doing ok so far.

The moon was blocked by the shop when you turned around and you frowned. You’d seen it earlier, it hadn’t moved that fast had it? That was when you noticed something you’d never seen before, a ladder. A ladder was tilted against the side of the shop and, after a quick glance through the windows to see no movement, you figured a quick peek wouldn’t hurt. You scampered over to the ladder and shook it to see if it was steady or not. No movement later and you had climbed the ladder, to stand cautiously on the concrete roof.

You looked up and, at that exact moment, the sensor light turned off, revealing the stars and the moon to you in all their unfiltered glory. A gasp left your lips, the pure beauty of the scene you were watching captivating you. You sat down, still staring up at the night sky, no thought about capturing the moment with your phone camera in your mind.

The sensor light turned on and you heard the tinkling of the bell, signifying that Yuki had left the shop, a concerned call of your name leaving his lips after a few seconds.

“Up here!” You called, moving to look over the side of the building down the ladder. Yuki appeared at the bottom of the ladder and fixed you a concerned look.

“Are you ok? It might be dangerous up there…” He said and you shook your head.

“Yuki.” Your call of his first name made him snap to attention, staring at you, an expression you didn’t recognise covering his face.

“Come up here and watch with me.” You said softly and he took a second before nodding, you reaching over to hold the top of the ladder steady as he made his way up. He clambered over the edge of the roof and moved to sit beside you after making sure the ladder would stay standing.

He sat down beside you with a huff, a little closer than you had been expecting. He must’ve realised how close he sat as well, a small sound leaving his throat before he slightly shifted away from you. You looked away as your cheeks burned.

You heard his head tilt back to look at the sky and a small approving hum leave his lips that had you turning to look at him.

“You ever come up here before?” You asked quietly and he shook his head. “I just had the ladder out for repairs.” He mused to the sky and you gently elbowed him, him overdramatically hissing in response. You rolled your eyes in jest.

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve helped you.” Your words made him quiet down and he shook his head. The moment sat for a second before you turned back to the sky. The silence stretched as did the night sky before you both. You wondered if he was, at any point, into the stars as a kid.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You quietly mused as you stared at the floating orb.

“It is quite.” Yuki said, inhaling and turning to look at you as he replied. You pondered that before turning to make eye contact with him.

“Did you ever want to be an astronaut?” He looked a bit put-out by your words before laughing wrly.

“Uhh I guess. But hasn’t every kid wanted to be an astronaut?” He said and turned back to the sky. You shrugged.

“I didn’t.” He looked shocked by your reply.

“Really? You never wanted to leave everything behind and go into space?” He asked and you just shook your head after a second.

“No, I always knew what I wanted to do. I always wanted to cook.” You said and he sighed, sounding almost mournful.

“Don’t lie.” He quietly murmured, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“You always wanted to bake.”

The distinction was important. Your heart clenched at the truth in his words and the unfamiliar look in his eyes. You tried to diffuse the newly made tension with a small joke, hoping you could get back the relaxed feeling you had when staring at the sky.

“I don’t know Yuki, I’ve gotten pretty good at plating salmon.” He scoffed at your poor attempt of a joke and you smiled lightly at the sound. Both of you turned to look back at the sky, the stars continuing to shine.

After a minute or two, Yuki uttered your name and you drew your eyes away but his remained locked on the sky.

“You don’t have to stay here forever. You could go somewhere else you know?” His words struck you in the chest. He had thought about this before, you could tell by his tone, he wasn’t saying this carelessly. He had planned this. You laughed awkwardly.

“Is this your way of firing me?” You joked but he didn’t respond, continuing to stare at the sky. Your heart dropped.

“Yuki?”

“I met a guy in culinary school, his name’s Pierre.” He started and every consecutive word felt like a knife to the heart.

“He runs a bakery in France called La Kika. It’s quite popular, you may have heard of it. He’s willing to take you as a student. You could go there and you could learn how to bake and everything. You’ve always wanted this. You could go there and learn and then open your own bakery.” He said, speaking as though he had it all planned out in his head.

You could only look at his form despairingly. The knowledge that he had arranged for you to go to France, to become someone's student, with no input from you as though he expected you to say yes instantly, deeply hurting you. Did he think you would leave as soon as you could?

“You aren’t meant to stay here, you aren’t meant for this.” He finally said and he refused to move his eyes from the sky, not seeing the hurt in yours. His words had exposed how he truly felt about you. While you thought you had been as close as two people could get without explicitly stating anything, he was just looking for the next person to pawn you off to.

“What, you’d think I’d just say yes?” You asked, your voice husky as you tried not to show your hurt through tears. He turned to you, surprise evident on his features.

“Well… yeah.” He said after a second and you inhaled through your nose, turning your head away from him.

“You think I’d leave the shop because I can’t bake a croissant or two?” Your words left out the ‘leave you’ you so desperately wanted to say. He remained silent and you took a deep breath before standing up, walking across the rooftop and beginning to climb down the ladder.

He gently murmured your name but you ignored him as the sensor light flashed on. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you turned the flashlight on before setting out along the dark path away from the shop. It was only a 15 minute walk, so you could handle it.

You heard Yuki call your name as you walked, the sound of him climbing down the ladder and fidgeting with his keys in order to lock up the shop echoing over the empty land. Halfway down the road to the main road leading back to the town was how far you made it before the sound of Yuki’s car starting up echoed in your ears. You ignored it as the sound got louder and louder until he pulled up beside you in his car, slowly matching your pace and winding the window down.

“Come on, stop it. We’ll talk about it on the drive back.” He said, almost if he was placating a child. That fact caused you to walk faster, Yuki having to press down further on the gas pedal to match your stride.

“No.” You replied deliberately childishly and he sighed, annoyed.

“Don’t be an idiot, you’re going to get hurt walking down the road.” You just ignored him and he groaned before rolling his window up and stopping his car. It almost hurt you how easily he gave up before his car started again and he drove into line behind you as you turned onto the highway to walk back to the town.

It was a large road and the lack of streetlights started to make his car look like a more inviting environment between the dark and his avoidance of the bigger issue. You walked along the highway for a few seconds before a click sounded and his car lights turned on. Turning back to glare at him, you blinded yourself again.

This time you didn’t let yourself lick your wounds, you just turned around and kept walking. You were eventually able to turn your phone off, relying on his car. You half-expected him to suddenly turn off the lights, no matter how out of character it would be, as revenge for making him do this, but the lights never turned off.

He drove behind you slowly the whole 15 minute walk down the highway, guiding your path as you followed the road. You were secretly thankful, as you’d walked down the road in the night before and it was not something that you ever wanted to do voluntarily. The cars speeding by always frightened you and the ominous noises coming from the fields on either side of the road also unsettled you.

The town eventually came into view, the lights from bus stops and convenience stores beacons as to where the village started. You arrived at one of the bus stops and stepped under the cover, watching his car come to a stop. He made eye contact with you through the window and gestured your hand in a wave, as though telling him to leave.

He rolled his eyes before unbuckling his seat belt and opening his car door, getting out. He trudged over to you and opened the car door on your side before gesturing to it as if telling you to get in. You only stone-faced him so he sighed and opened his mouth.

“Please, at least let me drive you back to your house so I don’t have to follow you through the town like that. It’s the least you could do at 1:30 in the morning.” He said exhaustedly and his tone made your resolve waver. His eyes seemed tired and, as much as you were angry at him, you still felt bad. So, you got in the car.

You buckled in as he walked around the front of the car, his figure being lit up by the lights. The many years he’d spent perfecting his craft and lugging around sacks of flour and rice was reflected perfectly in his build and he was built well. His arms flexed as he buckled himself in, your wandering eye catching the way he tapped his fingers against his thigh as he pulled back onto the road.

It was hardly the time to be thinking such things, after he’d tried to make you go to France and you’d pulled a temper tantrum. You were still mad, but even you could acknowledge that what you did was ridiculous. God, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?

Maybe, you thought regretfully, that was his plan. Get you to try and avoid him so that you’d leave on your own. His voice interrupted your thoughts.

“I meant what I said, you know.” And you groaned, feeling annoyance spread across you. You bumped your head against the window of his car, staring up into the sky and at the moon in blatant refusal to look at him.

“Let me finish, I’ve had plenty of time to think over what I’d like to say.” He finally said his tone sharper than you’ve ever heard it, the dig at your actions being well deserved.

“What I meant to say was that you have a lot of talent.” You took your head off the window to look at him as he stared straight ahead and continued speaking.

“Cooking is not your passion, baking is. You would enjoy being able to bake more than what you’re doing right now.” He said and you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off.

“I know you’ll refuse that, but I promise you, when you find that one thing you’re passionate about, you should always pursue it. Never give up on it. I’ve got an opportunity for you to do better things, go better places, meet better people.” You could only stare at him, seeing him become more worked up as he continued speaking. You don’t think you’d ever seen him say something this meaningful or something this related to the both of you.

“I want that for you. I knew that when I hired you, you’d eventually move on to something else. I didn’t expect for other things to develop but I don’t want you to feel as though you should stay here with me because of what I feel for you.” Shock flooded through your body at his words, feelings that have always been there but you never thought you could act on coming to the forefront of your body. You watched as he clenched the steering wheel, the light from streetlights glaring onto his pale skin as he continued.

“I’ve accepted it, you’re not meant to stay with me. You’re meant for better things. So if I can’t be those better things, I’d like to at least give you the opportunity to find them.” Yuki could only take shaky breaths after his speech, not daring to look at you. It was silent for a few seconds before he heard you quietly speak.

“Pull over.” He felt his heart sink, tears forming in his eyes that he tried to field away at the rejection. He knew it was coming. He slowly turned his indicator on and pulled over on the side of the road. The sound of your seatbelt becoming undone and your door opening and closing filled his ears, causing him to drop his head.

He may have just lost you completely, convinced you to follow your dreams at the cost his. It was a fever dream anyway, he’d known since childhood there was no chance of you feeling anything back for him.

The first time he’d seen you stand precariously on a chair to trial all of his grandma’s sweets was the day he became infatuated with you. He was sitting on the couch, squished between his mother and his grandma, as he watched you slowly walk to the chair and taste the pastries, your reaction to each one making him want to be able to bake his own.

Everyday he’d watch you walk past his grandma’s bakery, hoping that you didn’t think of him differently since his parents had left him and he dropped out of school. Their disownment of him had left such a large hole in his sense of self, his confidence and trust completely shattered. He couldn’t walk anywhere through the town without people looking at him with sad eyes or muttering pitifully about ‘that poor boy!’. He’d left because he couldn’t stand being an outsider any longer, briefly mourning the unrequited love he’d felt for you that was overshadowed by his loss.

And then, when you’d walked into his barely new shop, resume poised and you almost itching to get your hands on any form of food creation, how could he say no? You were a good person and a good chef, the extended periods of time he was forced to spend with you made his feelings come back at full force.

But he knew that it wasn’t the best for you. You would always be wanting something more, something that he couldn’t give you in a run-down shop that was falling apart at the seams. Pierre was more than happy to give you a small course and set you up with employment, all it took was one stellar review from Yuki and you’d pretty much had the job.

He was glad that, even if he felt as though his heart was ripped from his chest, you were able to finally fulfill your childhood passion.

And then his car door opened.

He barely had time to turn to you before you’d grabbed his collar and drawn him into a kiss. His body melted, the tears in his eyes disappearing as he took in how soft your lips felt. He recovered from his shock quickly and unbuckled his seat belt, letting his hands then run to the back of your neck.

He pulled away and couldn’t say anything before you were staring at him, as though he was the moon himself, with stars from the sky sparkling in your eyes and you spoke.

“What do you say we open a pastry menu?”

she should be edited, but we'll see. anyways this may be my favourite thing i've written idk. through the years may beat it out *shrug* also i got a banger lewis idea while writing this so watch out for that.

#Yuki tsunoda x reader #f1 x reader #Yuki tsunoda x you #Yuki x reader #formula one x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 oneshot #Yuki tsunoda fanfic #Yuki tsunoda one shot #YOU CAN COPY PASTE TAGS??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??#chef au #let yuki open a restaurant #f1 imagine #f1 reaction #formula one imagine #nighty night #Spotify

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We're a team (Mapi Leon x Reader Part 2)

Part 1 can be found here Hope you enjoy, I'm planning on making more parts to this but any suggestions on what you want to see are more than welcome 3.7k words x I've got a request that I want to do first but this will be back Writing will be slower midweek so might not be till the end of the week x Also just a warning: I've only just started watching Barca this season so I'm not too familiar with any like past relationships or friendship groups.

Ignoring the question coming from behind you, you had to focus on the problem right now and that meant firstly getting everyone calm. “Thank you so much Sofia, I’m sorry she’s a bit unsettled.”

“No worries she only just woke up, I’m sorry for interrupting you two.” She said making her way out of the driveway. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Thank you.”

It was now or never, you knew you wouldn’t get Mapi to leave right now with the obvious questions that she would want answers to. Thankfully you had managed to quieten the cries and lull the little girl back to sleep but that just left you in silence.

“Mapi, this is Isabella, my daughter.” If her eyes couldn’t get any wider before they have now. “Look I’ll put her back to bed, if you’ll give me five minutes maybe I can answer some questions. I know this is probably very confusing right now.”

“I’ll make us both a drink.”

Usually you would just be able to transfer her back into the cot but as if to prolong the wait, you took your time knowing this would just be the beginning of opening up again. Even just watching her in her sleep brought you back down to Earth, from the little bear she had a vice grip on, to the way her bleach blonde hair sprayed out onto the mattress. Everyone who met her said she was your spitting image and you loved that, she was your mini me in every way possible. Pressing one final kiss to her forehead, you walked out the door and grabbed the monitor before heading downstairs where you found Mapi on the sofa, with what looked like two peppermint teas in front of her, her eyes following you every move as you entered the living room.

“Thank you.” You whispered taking a seat beside her but leaving enough of a gap to give her space. “I know this is probably a massive shock right now but maybe I can answer your questions now.”

“You have a daughter?”

“I do.”

“An actual daughter?”

“She looked pretty real to me.” You tried to tease but stopped when her serious face did not waver. “Sorry, I do. As I said her name is Isabella but everyone calls her Bella. She’s two and a half, her birthday is in December.”

“She looks exactly like you.” She pointed to the photo of her taken only a few weeks ago sat on the coffee table. “She’s cute.”

“Did the Mapi León just call me cute?”

“Shut up.” Finally a small smile came out as she took a small sip of her tea. “I presume you still like this from the boxes in your cupboard.”

“As much as I love coffee, this definitely helps me get to sleep.”

“So when did you find out, that you were pregnant?”

“The day after the final game of the season. I wasn’t feeling too well so I took a test and then yeah it came back positive.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.” If you didn’t know better than you would say there was a tiny peak of jealously coming out with that last bit but you ignored it.

“I didn’t want to distract you all, the plan was to tell you all when you came back and then things just got out of control and then you all blocked me and I didn’t want to be a burden on you. In terms of the father, well more like donor, he didn’t want anything to do with it. He was just a drunken mistake on a night out but you know how much I wanted to be a mum and I knew from the moment I found out I was pregnant that I would be having the baby.”

“I’m sorry he left you like that.” She whispered taking your hand in her own, moving to fill the gap next to you so your head could lie on her shoulder and you instinctively curled into her side, her arm over your shoulder. “So who has her when you’re at training? Your parents?”

“I wish. I told them when you were at the world cup and they cut me off, said they were ashamed of me and it was either them or the baby.”

“And you chose the baby.”

“So I’ve never seen them since that day, they’ve never met Bella. They never reached out to me and I sure as hell am not reaching out to them.”

“So you thought we would all react the same way.” She joined the pieces together. “So you’ve done this all alone.”

“You were all my family and losing you all meant I lost my best friends, every time I thought about reaching out to you my mind would just stop me. I told myself that I would tell you once I gave birth but she came early and we were in hospital so again I just didn’t want to burden you all with that.”

“So who supports you both now? Who looks after Bella when you’re away?”

“I’m not quite sure yet what I’ll do when we’re away overnight but right now she goes to nursery during the week and then they knew some people I could trust when I needed someone to look after her at the weekend.”

“But other than that she’s with you?”

“Every moment of free time I have is spent with her.” You knew it was going to be hard as the footballing life doesn’t exactly match up to being a single mum but as you were always told nothing worth having is easy. “Tonight was the first night I’ve not been there when she woke up.”

“Can I see some photos?”

“Of course.” No longer was your photo library filled with photos of yourself but it was now just a mural of your daughter. “This is her when she was born.”

“She looks tiny.” Mapi almost whispered, observing the tiny baby on the screen in an incubator, taking you back to the days where she could have fit in the palm of your hand.

“She was in hospital for just over a month…” Taking her through some of the good photos you have together you took her from leaving the hospital to celebrating her first birthday to all the two Christmases you’ve spent at home. “This was just last week, she loves animals so she loved the zoo.”

“You should be so proud of yourself, by the looks of it you’ve got an amazing little girl.”

“Thank you.”

“And you know I’m not going to walk away now, neither will the girls if you decide to tell them. We’re a team and I’d love to get to know Bella.”

“I’d really like that.”

“I’m sorry as well for how I’ve treated you these past few days, I let my sadness at the whole situation just turn into anger and I shouldn’t have.”

“I think no-one’s handled the situation perfectly but hopefully we can look past that now.”

“I’d like that.”

…..

You had the weekend off before training would ramp up on Monday and in usual Saturday style the plan was to enjoy the sunny weather whilst it was still around before a movie night in bed tonight. That was the plan anyway but just as you and Bella were settled on the sofa before you got ready, engrossed in the latest animated show she loved, the doorbell rang.

“Wonder who that could be?” You said, picking her up to go and answer it. “I wonder if Sofia left something.”

“Hola.” You definitely was not expecting to open to the door and find Mapi stood on the other side, blushing as you remembered you were only in a small pink bralette and sleep shorts.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping that maybe you’d allow me to spend the day with you both. If not I can go, I know I’m intruding but….”

“You’re not.” You interrupted her. “Come in.”

“Thank you.” You could see Bella’s eyes training on Mapi as you led them both through to the sofa, taking up the same seats as last night. “Bella this is my friend Mapi, do you think we can let her play with us today?”

“Play?” She asked gesturing to her toys scattered all over the floor.

“Why don’t I take her whilst you get dressed? Give mama time to shower because she smells, she’s stinky.” That was definitely your favourite sound the in the world as laughter resonated around the room from Mapi tickling her belly.

“If you’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise, come on mi Bella.” It’s hard to believe there’s anything that would make your heart heavier right now than seeing the heavily tattooed, usually quite serious, woman pulling faces as she pulled the toddler from your arms. “Go.”

“Alright I’m going.” You stood up, watching as Mapi transferred herself onto the floor with Bella on her lap.

You could feel her eyes trailing on you as you walked out of the room. “Nice outfit by the way, pink suits you..”

“Shut up.”

…..

Sometimes it’s scary to think how much life can change in just 24 hours. 24 hours ago you were sat on the other side of a changing room to Mapi, not daring to even look her way and thinking she hated you. Now she was on a slide with your daughter on her lap, the two squealing as they reached the bottom before climbing back up and going again.

“Are you two ready to go back now?” You shouted over to them. “One more time and then we’re going.”

“Yes mama.”

This little park was almost your safe haven, it was just busy enough that no-one took their time to recognise either you or Mapi and you were free to play with Bella. Mapi had taken the lead today leaving you to sit on the grass and catch up with your tan, every so often looking over to find the two of them stuck into what they were doing.

“Mama, mama, mama.” Bella came squealing over once they were done, bundling into your lap. “Mapi fun.”

“Mapi’s fun?”

“Mm.” She said taking a sip of the drink Mapi had got out for her whilst she sat down next to me. “Tired.”

“You’re tired? Have a little nap now and I’ll wake you up when we get home.” It didn’t take long for the little girl to close her eyes in your lap, covering her with the spare jacket you brought as the afternoon sun begun to fade. “Thank you for today, she already loves you.”

“She’s a great little girl.” She whispered, gently running her fingers down her face. “Probably ready for her dinner though.”

“She knows Saturday night is pizza night. Would you like to join us tonight? Saturday night is always dedicated as our film night, it’s usually something silly like Frozen but you’re more than welcome to join us.”

“I’d love to but…”

“You probably already have plans, it’s fine you’ve spent the day with us today.” You quickly shut down, moving to pack things up around you whilst keeping the little girl still, embarrassed that you’d assumed she would want to spend the time with you.

“Stop, let me do that. What I was about to say is that I’d love to spend the evening with you, I just need to go home and feed Bagheera.”

“Wow she’s still going strong.”

“Still my little baby.” She confirmed. “I’ll drop you both off and then I’ll nip back and meet you back at your place if you’d like?”

So that was the plan, usually we would do the movie night in your bed but you didn’t want to make Mapi uncomfortable so you settled for the sofa downstairs as Bella took her nap. You knew this meant she would be up late tonight but the excitement of meeting someone new had definitely took its toll on her. You didn’t leave her too long though waiting until Mapi’s car had pulled up outside to bring her back downstairs.

“Guess who’s got pizza?” You heard her shout as you walked down the stairs. “So I don’t know what you two like but I went for margherita and pepperoni, can’t go wrong with a classic. Oh and a garlic bread”

“You know there’s only two adults right?” You questioned seeing the three large boxes on the table.

“Plus one little food monster.” She grinned, taking Bella from your arms. “Tell mama to go and get the drinks and then we can eat.”

“Go mama.”

“Wow already turning my daughter against me.” You teased but did so anyway, retrieving drinks for the three of you and a plate for Bella.

You were wrong about the amount of food you had as by the time you finished there were only a few crusts left, minus the ton of sauce around Bella’s mouth.

“Frozen now?” Bella asked.

“It’s Frozen time.”

“Bed?”

“You want to go to bed?” Mapi questioned the little girl on her lap. “I thought you wanted to watch Frozen?”

“She means she wants to watch it in my bed, how about we watch it down here tonight?”

“Mama bed.” She whined again and you knew she wasn’t going to stop until you went to bed.

“Is Mapi ok with that?” You questioned leaving the ball in her court.

“I’m happy with that. How about I clean up and you can go and get your pyjamas on and then we can watch the film together? Good?”

“Good.”

Bella wanted to show off her Frozen pyjamas for her new favourite person, plaiting her hair so it was just like Elsa before settling in the middle of the bed. You decided that your denim shorts weren’t exactly suitable for this and found an old sports shirt that went down to your mid-thigh for you to wear.

“Woah look at this huge bed?” Mapi teased as she walked in and found the two of you already in bed. “Can I join you two?”

“This side.” Bella pointed to the opposite side of where you were led, Mapi immediately getting under the covers. She was only in her lightweight shorts so you didn’t think she’d be too fussed about getting changed. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

You’d now watched Frozen so many times that you were certain if you were asked you could recite it line for line but Bella enjoyed explaining every single detail for Mapi, who definitely exaggerated her emotions in a cute way to seem excited by the film. By the end though the little girl was asleep between you both as you watched the credits roll.

“I shall see you on Monday then?” Mapi asked as the two of you sat up. “Thank you for today.”

“No thank you, I’ll see you at training.”

“Please think about speaking to Alexia.” She asked as we went down the stairs. “She’s just hurt and upset but she’d understand.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you.” Wrapping her arm around your waist she pulled you into her chest, your head resting in the crook of her neck as you enjoyed the instant warmth you felt. You’ve secretly known for a long time that she always had this effect on you, but even after all this time you felt safe in her arms, enjoying the way her fingers traced little patterns at the bottom of your back. But just as you thought she might have felt the same way, she let go and collected all her things. “I’ll see you soon, call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Leaving you with one final wink and a soft kiss pressed to your cheek she was off into the night. Of course that used to be a normal thing for you, the whole Spanish team were quite affectionate with each other and you just put it down to that but deep down you knew they weren’t waking each other up with a kiss in the morning, a kiss to say goodnight, a kiss on the forehead when you got into the changing room. Just another thing you were slowly learning to get used to again and probably shouldn’t have left your heart beating as fast as it was.

…..

Coming in on Monday you realised how hard it would be to keep this secret between you and Mapi, she no longer wanted to treat you like a stranger but she couldn’t do that without people asking questions on your secrets. Secrets which you knew couldn’t last forever.

The next piece of unravelling that secret came through Alexia, but to do that you would need Mapi’s help. Knowing that you had no way of contacting Alexia, you organised for Mapi to bring Alexia to a small café before training where you would meet her.

“Ok so I’m going to introduce you to another one of my friends today.” You explained to Bella as you got her out of the car. “Mapi’s also going to be there but I think you’ll like my other friend.”

“Mapi?”

“Yeah Mapi’s inside.”

Your plan was to slowly talk yourself up to doing this as you walked inside but that was all scuppered when Bella let go of your hand seeing Mapi facing towards you and Alexia with her back to you.

“Mapi!” She shouted, sprinting over to the familiar face.

Luckily for you she noticed her and managed to slip her chair out enough for Bella to climb straight onto her lap. “Bella!”

“Who’s this cutie?” Alexia asked.

“My daughter.” You announced your presence, taking the seat next to between them. “Hey.”

You needed to get used to this shocked face as her eyes flitted back and forth between you and Bella. “Your daughter?”

So that led you to explaining the basics of the situation again, Mapi kept Bella entertained when she asked about where her father was but like she assured you, the reaction was a positive one.

“Bella come here.” You gestured over for her to come and sit on your lap. “So this is Alexia.”

“Hola and you must be Ben.” Alexia smirked, pretending to shake her hand.

“Bella.” The little girl repeated.

“Bethany.”

“Bella.”

“Ah it’s Bella.” She finally gave in, taking the little girl onto her own lap and then turning to Mapi. “So when did you find out?”

“I took Y/N back on Friday and saw her so I spent the day with them yesterday.

“Well Alexia is much more fun than boring Mapi.” Alexia teased, tickling Bella so squeals resonated round the little café. “Are you going to tell the rest of the team?”

“I think so, I was most worried about telling you both so the rest should be a breeze.”

“You had no reason to be worried.” Mapi once again reassured you. “We know it’s been tough but we’re here for you no matter what.”

“Completely.” Alexia agreed with her. “Bella just becomes the fourth member of our squad.”

When the time came to go to training you dropped Bella off at the nursery before making your way to the training centre. You could instantly see the looks coming your way as the team obviously noted that Alexia and Mapi waited for you at the door, laughing with you as you all entered the changing room.

“Ok what’s going on?” Irene asked as the group all fell silent. “Just last week you three weren’t even speaking.”

“You should actually all gather round because I’ve got something you’ll all want to hear.” And that’s how the secret unravelled further as you let all your teammates in on your life. “I just want you all know that whatever you heard at the time or whatever you feel now, I never wanted to stop playing. Every inch of me wished that I could have been with you for that tournament and I’m sorry I never told you all but I’ve got an amazing little girl and hopefully I can help the team again.”

All your Spanish and previous teammates came and officially welcomed you back, a breath of relief coming out with every hug you received.

“Welcome to the mum club.” Irene said as she gave you hers. “I’m always here if you need anything.”

“The same with you, I might not be much help but I can try.”

“Does she look like you?” Claudia asked. “Come on I need some pictures.”

“She’s the cutest thing ever,” Alexia said.

“And Y/N’s twin.” Mapi said. “She’s definitely your daughter.”

So that’s how you spent the majority of the training session, in the changing room all they wanted to see was every photo and video you had of her from a baby up until now. When you were on the field they just wanted story after story and would not stop until you promised to bring her one day.

Just as you were about to walk into the shower room after the session you stopped in your tracks when you heard your name being mentioned.

“I heard her and Mapi used to be really close.” The accent gave away that it was Caroline. “Them and Alexia.”

“Mapi never really mentioned her.” That voice you could tell was Ingrid Engen, the one girl on the team who didn’t really welcome you and stayed well away.

“I think there was a big bust up because of this, like they looked quite close again this morning.”

“Maybe, Mapi has been a little tense this past week. I was meant to be hanging out with her on Saturday but she cancelled on Saturday morning.”

“Why?”

“Oh she said her parents had organised a surprise family meal or something, something she couldn’t get out of.” You wouldn’t call it a smug face but you were a bit confused as to why she’d come to you when she already had plans.

“I’m sure like you said it was something she just couldn’t get out of, I wouldn’t worry about that or anything to do with Y/N.”

“Oh I’m not worried about any sort of competition between us two and Mapi’s never really like overly playful with any children.”

Really? I guess she really didn’t know her at all then.

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jinnie-ret · 5 months

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ep.3: the first weddings

ratings: fluff

warnings: mentions of ADHD, alcohol

running time: 2k words

summary: the first two weddings are under way, how will the oldest and youngest grooms of our singles react when they meet their wives for the first time?

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We put these two together because they both have such open hearts, yet they seek acceptance. They'd be a great pairing because they can give that to each other. Without even meeting each other there is so much love to be given, I can't wait to see how this one goes.

"Oh wow, Rori... you look stunning," Aurora's best friend Isabelle gasped as she saw the red head do a little spin in her white gown. The dress rested off the shoulder, a daring plunging neckline accompanied by a sheer quality to the dress as it flowed downwards, flowers cascading across the skirt of it.

"Thanks Belle," Aurora hugged her best friend tightly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to smudge her light pink lipstick. She went for a glowy natural look, which made her fair skin stand out even more in contrast to her bold hair colour. "Lu, what do you think?" she saw her younger sister, Luna, barely able to hold back her tears.

"I-i..." Luna trailed off, not knowing what to say as she stared at her gorgeous older sister.

"Aw, don't go soft on me now, Lu, you never cry," Aurora held her hands gently.

"I'm just so proud of how far you've come, it's so nice to see you happy again, full of life," Luna spoke sincerely. She had seen what her sister went through and couldn't bare for her to be in that dark place ever again.

"Bless you, come here," Aurora cuddled her, before pulling away, "wait where's Oliver?"

"Your mum's looking after him, don't worry," Isabelle reassured the bride, all of them chattering in the dressing room before guests began to arrive.

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"You got this hyung!" Lucas, Chan's younger brother and best man ruffled his hair. Despite their big age gap, it was the younger than inherited the height genes, so he had no trouble looking down at the groom and teasing him.

"Aish! Stop, stop," Chan giggled, trying to adjust his hair but giving up, as his dad stepped in and did his best to help out.

"We're all so proud of you, Channie, I know we weren't sure of this experiment at first, but you've got to go with your gut, ok? Whoever walks down that aisle-" Chan's dad began speaking, before Chan cut him off, having already had this speech/pep talk a lot of times.

"-deserves all the love I can give. And I deserve the same back. I know, dad, I know," Chan smiled and nodded, looking in the mirror to see one strand of his black hair flying loose but it actually looked quite good, in his opinion.

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Soon, more and more guests pulled up to the venue, your classic church. It was tall in stature, and had beautifully presented stained glass windows not only seen from the outside, but from the inside too from where you sat. People filled the seats on both sides, white flowers lining the edges of the pews. The guests whispered excitedly as they heard the first pair of footsteps confidently walk down the aisle.

From Chan's side of the church, he saw his mother and sister, Hannah, for the first time that day, and they were smiling at him encouragingly. His mum did seem quite emotional too at the same time. As he turned to his bride's family, he gave a friendly wave and a smile.

"Hi, I'm Chan," he grinned, a lot of women sat near the front especially, one lady in particular who he assumed was the mother of his bride returned his actions, warmth and approval in her smile.

Then came the next sets of footsteps.

Arm linked through her father's arm, Aurora, kept a big smile on her face yet took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She was excited, sure, but she needed to make sure it stayed that way. She wouldn't let herself talk her way out of this one.

The Bahng family muttered amongst themselves, Aurora blushing lightly as she heard lots of 'wows' and some gaps too.

Time stopped when the couple's eyes first met. Her ginger hair drew in Chan immediately, her chocolate brown eyes, rich and smooth in colour. Aurora smiled at him brightly as she stood opposite him, nose scrunching up as she did so, half in disbelief at how handsome Chan was and that she was about to marry him. His black hair gelled to one side, one strand elegantly astray. What nearly made her laugh was the way his mouth was hung open slightly, cheeks sucked in by the smallest amount and showing off his dimples.

"Well, hi," Chan laughed breaking the silence. Both families watched on with smiles, happy with who their relative had been paired with.

"Is this real?" Aurora laughed and shook Chan's hands in her own as they both let their nerves slip away.

"I think so-" Chan went to nod back at her, before a small, young boy came running out of the aisle, and tugged on Aurora's dress.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

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Now this pairing will certainly be interesting, I can't wait to see how this dynamic plays out. Dallas has a lot of energy and has been open about her ADHD and needing a calm presence with her, and Jeongin is exactly that. He knows what he wants in a relationship and he wants to do all the cute dating stuff, he wants to experience love again, this could really tick all of Dallas' boxes.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous all of a sudden," Dallas had her leg jolting up and down, her mum gently holding her hands to stop her from wanting to bite her nails.

"Calm down baby, you look great, you are great and your husband will be great too, yeah?" her mum tried to reassure her.

Just then the makeup artist came back to redo some eyeliner after Dallas had been so shaky and fidgety that it had smudged across the side of her face earlier on.

"Come on, baby, deep breaths, yeah? He's gonna love you, that's what marriage is all about. You may not be doing it the conventional way but that love won't chance, he'll be a lucky man," Dallas' mum calmed her down further, holding onto her daughter's shoulders from behind as the makeup artist got to work. Her hands gently traced circles into the lace details at the top.

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"Ahhhh!" Jeongin whined throwing his body weight back into the chair as he realised what he had just done. Having a glass of wine before walking the aisle was his idea, yes, but maybe he shouldn't have drank a glass of red when he has his white shirt on. There was bound to be something going wrong.

"Bro... Aish what are you like? Good thing I brought a spare shirt for you," Jeongin's older brother pulled him out of his seat and shoved the fresh shirt in his arms. "Now, get dressed, better yet, finish that glass before you out the new shirt on, you're so clumsy," he chuckled.

And Jeongin nodded, laughing along too. He slipped his stained shirt off and quickly downed the rest of his glass, pulling a satisfied smile after as he shrugged on his new shirt and buttoned it up quickly.

"You're a lifesaver, hyung," Jeongin sighed in relief, relaxing back into his original chair.

"I know," his older brother smirked.

"Yah!"

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The venue Jeongin and Dallas got married at was stunning. There were fairy lights all lit up under a huge, white gazebo. It was pitched up next to another one which everyone could only assume was for their fine dining later on in the day. There was a clear path up the aisle, and as each person arrived and took their seats, they found a small gift in the mini bouquets prepared by the bride herself, Dallas. What better way to show a piece of who she is from the very start?

Once Jeongin had made it up the aisle, he was stood nervously, unable to make eye contact with Dallas' family and he could only clasp his hands together tightly and stare down at his shiny shoes. Her family didn't mind though, they could tell he was sweet and had kind intentions.

Dallas began to walk up the aisle, doing such a great job on her own until she stumbled a bit, managing to catch her balance but feeling bashful as she covered her cheeks.

"They're perfect for each other," Jeongin's older brother laughed under his breath as he observed that his sister in law was clumsy as well.

The two singles grinned shyly as they made eye contact, and Jeongin grinned widely, eyes starry.

Dallas on the other hand was trying to hold back her words from tumbling out, she had just met him and already had so much to say.

"Oh wow, you're gorgeous," Jeongin however, was the first one to get his words out, making Dallas follow immediately after she made a cute squeaky sound.

"Ah, wow, umm, thank you, you too," she blushed and bounced on her toes excitedly.

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It was now time for the vows, and back at the church, it was a tense moment, Aurora going pale as she didn't quite know when she was going to bring up the fact she had a son, and now, that had been done for her. She saw the way Chan's eyes widened and she debates running out of the venue. That was until Chan crouched down.

"Hi little one," he grinned as Aurora's son peeked round the side of her dress and waved shyly at Chan.

"That's Oliver," Aurora said shakily, and Chan could see she was nervous and knew exactly why, squeezing her hands.

"It's ok, it won't change anything, ok?" Chan calmed her down, making Aurora feel relieved as she nodded feeling reassured, and she picked Oliver up, gave him a kiss on the head and sent him off to sit with his grandmother, her mum.

The priest made sure everyone was listening before getting the pair to read out their vows.

"I promise to support you and be by your side in every moment of our future together. I promise to be the support you may need throughout our lives in sickness and in health, through thick and thin. I will give you my all, as long as you give me all of you too, because that's all I could ever ask for," Chan sweetly said his vowels, speaking the traditional words after as he placed a ring on Aurora's finger.

"Before in my life, I've found it hard to trust the right person, but I come here with open arms, hoping you'll be the reason I won't have to worry anymore. I want to be that person for you too. I've already got one boy to take care of, and he's very important to me," Aurora paused gesturing to her son with a wave before continuing, "so I hope you have space in your heart for the two of us, just like we've already made some room for you."

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Back in the gazebo, Dallas couldn't help but request to speak first.

"Ok, so, umm, I promise that if you're around me, I'll always try to make you smile. Even though sometimes I may be a lot to handle, I will authentically be myself around you. If you're struggling through hard times, I will be there for you, with my happiness, my care, and hopefully my love," Dallas quickly shoved away the piece of paper she read from back into her dress, and placed a ring onto Jeongin's finger.

"I'll do my very best to be the husband you've always wanted, and I hope that I can make you happy. We've only just met each other, but from here on out, I will take care of you, and stay by your side, and you'll have me fighting in your corner all of the time," Jeongin promised Dallas, before slipping the other ring onto her finger.

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You may now kiss the bride.

Aurora and Chan had gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before sharing a sweet kiss, lasting a couple of seconds. Jeongin and Dallas, however, had been more shy despite their excitement, and quickly picked each other on the lips and looked away with smiles on their faces.

These pairs are a match made in heaven. How long will they last together in the experiment?

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Get what's coming to you

Written for the ginniversary bingo, prompt O74 — “I want to be there when you get what's coming to you." Read on AO3

Harry never liked going to Diagon Alley on busy days. It was difficult to navigate through the street when one half of the crowd was cutting through your path to get where they were going, and the other half froze and clogged up nearly the whole street to stare at you.

He hated the busy days even more when doing it with the kids, who would get annoyed they weren’t getting anywhere. They’d be tired and hungry before they finished shopping. Usually it ended up with one of them taking the kids to get ice cream or visit the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, while the other got everything off their list they didn't need the kids for. They didn’t like splitting up, between the crowd and watching three children, it was a challenge.

Ginny shifted Lily on her hip—the toddler had tired from walking a good few minutes ago. Al was holding onto her other hand and Harry was only barely keeping hold of James, who wanted to look at the brooms.

Suddenly a feeling of dread filled him. It started as an uneasy chilly feeling at the back of his neck and then flooded downwards in one motion and his whole body tensed.

“James, behind me.”

The change in his tone had his oldest son behind him in a moment and Ginny stepped forward to close the gap between them.

“Harry?” Ginny asked.

He shook his head, indicating he couldn’t talk as his eyes flitted from face to face. Old, young, bald, angry, sad, smiling, … nothing that was a threat. He took a deep breath, trying to convince himself he had just imagined it. There was no luring danger. He just couldn’t shake the feeling.

He caught Ginny’s gesture barely from the corner of his eye but it was enough to spot the man. Before the hooded figure had a chance to fire off his spell, he was able to conjure a shield, covering him and his family.

He noticed James stepping closer to Ginny. She made Albus and James hold hands so she had her hand free for her wand, just in case.

“Crucio,” the figure hissed.

Harry retaliated and the man was blasted backwards but he stepped forward again just as quickly.

“Sectumsempra.”

If that spell hit one of his children, he couldn’t imagine the wounds. He could not have that happen. Containing his anger, he sent a forceful full body-bind. As soon as the man fell backwards, he made sure he was properly bound so he could not escape even if he broke the body-bind. Harry took his wand away.

“Dad?” James let out.

He turned to his son. “It’s okay, Jamesy. Go with your mum and straight to the Wheezes.” His gaze flickered up to Ginny. “I’ll be right there.”

She nodded. “Come along boys.” She let the boys walk in front of her as she had her wand out to guide them.

The crowd had stopped to watch the ordeal, and they now parted easily to let them through. Harry didn’t stop looking until they made it safely inside, guided in by George who took Lily off her arms.

He crouched down beside the man and undid the body-bind. “Why are you doing this?”

Unable to get up, the man wiggled his shoulders but didn’t manage to break free. “You are everything that is wrong with our world,” he spat. “You are poisoning the ministry. You let mudbloods defile our bloodline—You encourage it.”

Nothing he hadn’t heard before.

“It is just a matter of time before we will be on top again… we will cleanse the defiled family trees.” His eyes were wide and he was foaming slightly at the mouth in his anger. “I want to be there when you get what's coming to you.”

Harry picked up a piece of paper someone had dropped and made it a portkey that would take the man straight to a holding cell. “We’ll see about that.” He shoved the paper into the assailant’s hand. “Hold tight.” He stood up as the assailant disappeared.

He would deal with the man after his shopping trip; he would not be going anywhere. Harry kept a tight hold on his wand and walked to the Wheezes as well. The employee at the till let him know they were in the back.

As soon as he stepped inside, Ginny wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. George was on the floor with the kids, keeping them occupied with treats.

“Death Eater or similar,” he said before she could ask.

She nodded and kissed his cheek. He pulled her a little closer and pressed his nose into her hair, willing his thundering heart to calm down.

“I told you I could fix you up with a disguise,” George said lightly. He looked at them. “Do you ever not make the front page when you come to Diagon Alley?”

“We try,” Ginny muttered, letting go of Harry.

James turned around. “Why did he want to hurt you?”

“Well, I am an Auror. I put bad men away and the bad men don’t always like that.” He stepped to his son and crouched down. “But I know how to catch them, okay? I’ve been training for a really long time to do that.”

“Like how I train to become a Quidditch player?” James asked.

“Exactly,” he told James. “Practise makes perfect.”

“Will you interrogate him later?” James continued. “Can I join you?” He pretended to frown and crossed his arms. “I’ll look like this, he’ll be very scared.”

Harry chuckled. “Not this time, but maybe some other time.” He patted his son’s hair, messy as his. “Do we want to go home or do we want to do some more shopping?”

“No! I need to look at the brooms” James shouted, “and I—”

“Mum said I could get a cauldron!” Albus cut in.

Harry nodded along. “Did she? Well, then we must.” He looked over at their youngest but she was happily sucking on a sugar quill for now.

Ginny rested her hands on his shoulders as she stood behind him. “Our kids don’t scare easily.”

George chuckled. “I wonder where they get that from?”

Harry looked up at his wife, and she smiled brightly.

#ginniversary bingo #bingo #fic #hinny #drabble

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xawkward-ariesx · 19 days

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Because it hurts

“They’re people?” “They were, until they had all their humanity taken away… All emotions removed.” “Why no emotions?” “Because it hurts.”

She thinks about that sometimes over the years. After everything. After the walls have sealed them universes apart. After she sees the Doctor one last time but only to say goodbye, to tell her that this is the end, that she can never come back. After everyone moves on and carves a space for themselves in this new world that had left a gap just for them.

She thinks about the Doctor stood before a cyberman’s head as he told her, “An old friend of mine. Well, enemy.” She thinks about the way he couldn’t distinguish between the two for a moment. She thinks about the way he’d spilt about old monsters and the world he’d burned to destroy them. She thinks about Sarah-Jane, an old friend he’d never been able to speak of.

She thinks she understands some of that now. She wonders if he keeps silent about her the way he did Sarah-Jane. Thinks she’d understand that too. She thinks about Sarah-Jane telling her the Doctor had been called home by the Timelords, how she’d never seen him again. She thinks about the way the Doctor never talks about them; talks about the beautiful planet, the trees, the grass and the two suns it used to orbit.

She thinks about the Doctor screaming at the Nestene, trying to bargain with it even after it’s shown itself to be hostile. She thinks about the Doctor and how his pity for the Gelth had made him blind to their intents. She thinks about the way he wears his scars and if she’s one of them now, or if he keeps her hidden away with his memories of people. She wonders if he still lets his pain and his anger fuel his need to save another planet, another people. She wonders if it still burns a hole through his hand the way there’s a burning in the back of her mind.

She thinks she understands him in a way she never could before as she fights to prove him wrong. Words and numbers falling from her lips in a way that reminds her of Jack, remind her of him. Things come to her easier these days, things she’d never understood before when they’d gotten lost in techno babble back before. Before she’d gotten stuck. Before Jack had stayed behind to fix the Earth. Before they’d left him alone, despite their best intentions.

Things slot into place for her now in a way that she doesn’t understand how but comes from the golden, burning place in the back of her mind that she knows shouldn’t exist. Should be locked behind fortified doors. Shouldn’t still be glittering, but hollow and cold. Shouldn’t leak secrets of the universe into her ears. Should leave her clueless and frustrated, grasping at dead ends in a way that’s expected of a girl off a council estate that never finished her A levels. A girl that had followed a stranger to the stars and picked up a few more along the way because she hadn’t understood then; but she’d seen the same lonely shadow in him that she’d felt in herself.

But she understands things now that she shouldn’t. She understands dimensional travel. Understands the cracks in the walls and the scars in the void that never completely heal if you press just right. Understands the physics and theory better than anyone of her time period should, let alone her. Understands why monsters are easier to face than the ones you’ve lost. Understands why there had been locked doors on the TARDIS in the same way she can’t bring herself to decorate the blank room she’s found herself occupying.

And she wonders if the fire ever burns out for the Doctor in the way the universe feels a little too heavy for her sometimes. She wonders if he sees her in the way she hears his words in her mouth. And the shadows she’d seen him seem heavier in her own eyes these days. She thinks about her mum’s words on that fateful day.

“You even look like him.” “How do you mean? I suppose I do, yeah.” “You've changed so much.” “For the better.”

She thinks about how it had filled her with pride at the time. She thinks about how she’d thought she was fitting into this new world that he’d shown her. How she’d become more than just another nineteen-year-old girl from the Estates. She thinks about how she doesn’t bother to fit into this world. How she doesn’t try to force this world to make space for her where there is none. She thinks about how that sentiment has become even more true in his absence. She does look like him. From the way she carries herself to the way she carries her scars and her secrets, lets them make her someone else.

She thinks about the worlds she’s seen dying as the stars blink out of existence across reality as she fights her way back to him. She thinks about the way she’s let every single one of them harden her when she couldn’t save everyone. She thinks about the nonchalant way the Doctor had spoken of the empty Earth before the sun had swallowed it whole. She thinks she understands how he’d focused on the survival of the species of the planet living amongst the stars instead of fixating on the planet he couldn’t save. She thinks about the lone survivor of a planet with its twin suns and the little blue box that remains its planet’s only reminders of its existence after the universe moved on.

She thinks about all the people they hadn’t been able to save. About how every single one of them had burned deep inside of her, fueling a resolution to do better next time. She thinks about how the first few fires had burned her before she learned how to put up the appropriate armour up. She thinks about the Doctor and his own armour. She wonders what taught him to put walls up between himself and the fires.

But mostly she thinks about the ways the years slip by her unnoticed, despite her mortality and the way she feels as though she’s never getting any closer to what feels just out of reach. And she wonders if it’s the same for him. She wonders if his immortality weighs on him the way her humanity weighs on her. She thinks she understands now the adamant way he’d spoken of humanity and how it hurts, the way there’d been no room for argument. The conviction in his words as a man burned too many times.

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nena-96 · 4 months

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A Stolen Bag and a Confession

Written for @constitutionalweasleymonarchy ( RonsGirlFriday on AO3) as a gift for the HP Romione Discord 2023 Secret Santa Gift Exchange. I hope you have a great end of the year and an even better year to come. ❤️

Also, I wanted to thank @adenei again, with helping beta this fic for me ❤️

Summary: Crookshanks causes mischief by stealing Hermione’s beaded bag. Will Ron and Hermione manage to retrieve the bag before Bill and Fleur’s wedding ceremony begins?

Feel free to read Part 1 of 6, down below OR over on A03 (while you’re over there check out the brilliant fics of both of these wonderful people)

The Burrow was chaotic, which wasn’t anything new, except today was his oldest brother’s Bill’s wedding. All week his mum had been pestering everyone to help prepare for this special day, which if Ron was honest he just didn’t understand the huge deal with wedding preparations. Not just that, but what was the point of inviting the entire family?

He’d thought that his brother’s wedding would only consist of close friends and family, and a nice spread of mum’s delicious homemade food. Yet, Ron realized that would be too good to be true. Knowing his mum, she would have invited the whole town if it meant they’d witness her precious Bill getting married.

The Weasley-Prewett clan was fairly large, and Ron wondered if the tent that he had helped set up would be able to contain all the guests. Plus, the Delacours and Har- “Barny” and Hermione. Bloody hell, how could he forget she was here? It wasn’t that he forgot she was staying over, they had stayed up well past midnight down by the tent.

Ron had woken up and went down for a bit of tea, what he didn’t expect was to see Hermione in the kitchen. She looked beautiful, the light from the gap of the open window had casted a magical glow around the bushy-haired witch and for a moment Ron felt as if he had been stunned. It wasn’t until Hermione had walked up to him and placed a warm mug into his hands that he managed to be pulled from his reverie.

He quietly thanked her, and took a sip of tea, the warm liquid sent warmth throughout his body. He indulged in the richness of the flavor for a bit, before he noticed her deep brown eyes filled with confusion and a hint of sadness. He didn’t have to ask why she was up so late, because he knew the answer, she was worried for her parents. The guilt of removing their memories of her and sending them to Australia was gnawing at her mind and heart. If only she knew how smart she was for doing whatever it takes to ensure the safety of her parents.

Ron knew he wanted to do whatever it took to see her smile again, which was why he bravely took her soft hand in his freckled one. He willed himself not to marvel at the electricity that he felt the moment their hands touched, as it flowed through his entire body.

Ron had believed at that moment he would be able to conjure his Patronus without a worry. His ears were burning, and without needing a mirror, Ron knew that his face was red. Yet, that didn’t stop him from walking Hermione outside and into the cool air. The millions of stars above them had created a soothing feeling of tranquility, which was ironic considering all of the atrocities that were happening in the wizarding world.

Ron wanted to permanently engrave that moment with Hermione underneath the stars, not only into his head but also into his heart. Just in case he needed a fond memory to comfort him when they were on the run, who knew how long it would take until all the Hocruxes were destroyed. It could take weeks, months… hopefully it wouldn’t take them years. Maybe, if they were lucky-

“Ron, hurry up! The guests are almost here and I need you to help them get seated!” his mum’s voice had pulled him away from his thoughts.

“I’ll be right there, I was just finishing up tidying up my room… you know for the guests to mingle in before the ceremony begins.” Ron had muttered the last few words quietly before finishing dusting off his collection of Quidditch figures, and possibly kicking a certain Bulgarian figure underneath his bed.

“Time to get the show on the road,” Ron mumbled to himself. He walked to his bedroom mirror and fixed his tie before heading out of his room. As he went down the creaky old steps, he took them two at a time. It was crazy how he didn’t notice how the steps had become even more squeaky in the middle. The saying must be true, “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”, Ron shook his head.

Before he made it halfway down, his mum stopped him. Her brown eyes were welling in tears as she gave him a once over.

“Oh, my baby… you’ve grown so much.” She cried and pulled him into a hug, “I can’t believe how tall you’ve gotten, and now you’re all dressed up for your brother’s wedding. It feels like it was yesterday that you were napping and playing with your little toy broom all around the house.”

“Mum.” Ron groaned irritably, his face turning a bit pink. He hoped nobody was around to hear his mum reminisce on his babyhood. Especially not Fred and George-

“Seems as Ronniekins still plays with his broom.” Fred teased from behind.

Fucking Hell.

“Shut it, Fred!” Ron yelled as he removed himself from his mum’s embrace. He hated how his brother could always rile him up.

“Oh, Freddie, you shouldn’t tease Ronniekins. Can’t you see he’s all dressed up and wanting to impress a certain bookworm, but I believe I forgot her name. Can you tell me who this lucky girl’s name is Ronniekins?” George teased.

“Boys, please-” Ron heard his mother say beside him on the stairs.

“Oh, I know her name,” Fred answered before Ron could risk telling them to sod off in front of their mum.

“I believe her name is Hermione,” Fred added in an overly posh manner. “Not sure if you remember when Ronniekins sent mum his first owl and he wrote only about a girl that frustrated him during class.”

“Ah, yes… as a matter of fact, I do remember,” His brother replied with a light chuckle, which caused Ron to clench his jaw and keep quiet.

“That’s enough boys, leave your brother alone. I don’t want to hear another word from either of you at this moment. Now run along and go find your father and help him with whatever he needs,” their mum ordered as she pointed for the twins to go outside.

“Alright, alright,” they replied in unison as they walked away, their hands in mock surrender.

Bloody gits, Ron thought to himself, couldn’t they leave him alone just for once?

“Just ignore them,” his mum said, as she straightened the collar of his dress shirt.Giving him a gentle pat, he noticed her trying to hold back tears. “I can’t believe how handsome you’ve become” she said as she smiled up at him, not before something caught her attention, “Isn’t that right, Hermione?”

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flowercrowncrip · 11 months

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Unfortunately my mum's now ill. It's nothing serious, but it means she's not able to care for me this weekend. My care company still hasn't found anyone to fill the gaps in my care, so they're sending a random person I've never met before to cover a 48-hour shift.

This is on top of me still not having my wheelchair.

My mental health is really starting to suffer from all this stress. I'm doing everything I can to prevent myself reaching crisis, but it's definitely tricky at the minute.

If I'm honest, my plan is just to stay in bed all weekend and wait for it to be over. That way I can minimise how much this person has to touch me, and how much I have to explain. I don't feel like I have many good options right now.

Still, I'm trying to take this 1 cup of tea at a time and recognise that there are still things make me feel better. I know I'll get through this, but it does suck

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years

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A Memory

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!Reader

A/N: I’m on a writing hiatus. Yes I am. But I also needed to get this out because I was all kinds of sad yesterday. Anyway as usual it’s unbeta’d and probably terrible.

Summary: Lord Morpheus helps you relive a memory that you cherish.

Warnings: children, child loss, sadness, grief and a brief suicide mention.

Word Count: 1275

You knew the door bell was about to ring and people you hadn’t seen in years were going to come piling through the door all smiles and laughter. Today was a joyful day and yet, you carried a heavy sadness within you. It was like an old friend by now; coexisting with such a weight had been a burden at first but you eventually accepted it for what it was. A part of you.

Your eyes rose at the sound of someone entering the kitchen. She was beautiful, glowing with the radiance of the day as she pottered about the kitchen humming a tune you knew intimately. Warm air wafted from outside but you knew it wasn’t going to last.

Pushing away from the counter your feet were silent on the cream kitchen tiles. You saw the garden was laid out with pillows for the children around a long, low table, cups, plates and hats of various pastel shades were arranged neatly for each place setting. To the side was a white gazebo, balloons waved gently in the summer breeze and you saw the cake standing tall and grand ready for the birthday girl. Unicorns danced between rainbows, clouds fluffy and white filled the gaps and your hand slid up the column of your throat as though to try and strangle the emotion that threatened to burst forth.

The doorbell went. A faint tinkling you would be able to tell from any other doorbell. Voices drifted towards you, voices so happy they carried through the house. Peeking round the edge of the gazebo you saw your family spill into the garden. Your mum, your sister, her kids, your brother. They were all complimentary, eyes taking in every detail and pointing out items on the cake.

Then you heard her. The sound of her voice alone could bring you to your knees. Hair almost unnaturally black it was so dark and eyes so rich with the depth of an old soul. She was your heart, your one true love; a piece of you walking around as her own person.

She darted between the family, brushing past you and she grabbed her grandparents hand in excitement. It’s my birthday today! Yes, it was her birthday. A day you held onto and cherished. A memory you hoped would never fade but as time marched on it became harder and harder to recall the finer details.

More people arrived. Children and their parents; your friends. Hugs were given to out, presents piled on the table and food was passed to the small ones. Music played in the background, the adults had drinks and you remembered feeling so pleased with yourself that you were a good host that day.

Part of you didn’t want to watch because it hurt. The pain of seeing yourself so happy and light compared to who you were now was soul shatteringly painful. You were so naïve, oblivious to what was just around the corner.

But still, you stood with everyone else, your cracked voice blending with the rest of you family as you sung your perfect girl happy birthday. One last time.

Tears trickled down the smoothness of your cheeks and with a sigh of irritation you wiped them away. You wanted to see her, to commit her face to your memory all over again. To sketch the scent of her into yourself, to record her laughter so you could play it whenever you needed to just hear her.

The pain of missing her was crippling. It eviscerated you in more ways than one and it had nearly cost you your life. But he had saved you at the last moment. Shown you what he could do to keep you afloat, because in part, he felt like he had inflicted this on you.

Your mum was cutting the cake and you were dotting your daughters cheeks with blue frosting, making her nose scrunch up in the most delicious way. Abruptly you turned. You wanted to leave, it was becoming too much to handle.

Your breath hitched loudly. A sob crawled up your throat and tensed your muscles as it went. Eyes swam with his own sorrow stared at you. He was in a long black coat that settled gently over his boots. Hands nestled in his pockets and you knew they held his sand and his ruby, never ever wanting to be parted from them. His dark hair, so much like the little girl behind you; raven black and otherworldly. Your teary gaze travelled over his form, drinking him in like you were dying of thirst wondering now, after all this time he’d finally come back. Emotion so evident and deep, rippled across his handsome features when he saw how much you were suffering. His boots didn’t leave depressions in the lush grass as he strode forward, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace.

Here you let go. Releasing all the rush of emotions you needed to free. Tears welled from your eyes, soaking into the black t-shirt that he always wore. Fists curled into the fabric like you were trying to pull him into you until you became one person. Surely you were hurting him but he didn’t utter a sound. Resting his cheek on the top of your head as you fell apart against him, his hands holding you together with a reverence you didn’t deserve. You thought he was going to end the dream and take you somewhere else to calm you down.

Instead the heavens opened.

Rain fell hard and fast, soaking you both in minutes but still the joyful sound of the party was continuing. Slowly you dared to glance over your shoulder and what you saw sobered you a little. It was raining everywhere, dark clouds roiling in the sky in response to Dream’s inner turmoil but where your daughter was eating her cake was untroubled. The sun still shone on her and her family. It lit her up in a blaze of warmth you couldn’t feel and you thought it was fitting.

Her parents, aching deeply forever from her loss out in the dark and wet. And she, so glorious and the only light they had in their lives was endlessly bathed in gold.

Dream’s coat was wrapped around you, cradling you in its starry but comforting grasp. Numbness crept through your body and you knew it was time to leave. Looking up at the Endless you waited for him to tear his gaze from his daughter and look down at you.

“Thank you.” It was all you could manage but you knew he could feel everything you wanted to say. You saw it manifest in his blue eyes, the way his expression shifted as he too, couldn’t speak words. Staring into his eyes was a journey, at first they were blue and human but the longer you looked the more they became something else. Darkness crept into his irises, stars and the velveteen night drew you in, spiralling around you as everything began to fade to background noise.

Nodding wordlessly you gave him permission to take you away and the last thing you felt was the whisp of sand as it stroked your cheek in a tender farewell.

#dream of the endless #lord morpheus #oneiros #the king of dreams and nightmares #dream x fem!reader #dream x reader #dream x you #a memory #mylifeisactuallyamess #the sandman

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f0point5 · 15 days

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(did he really? Or did he just create her? I could go ON for hours about this but I won’t bore you) //

i was the person who sent this ask and i largely agree with you. i saw a comment that basically said that she comes to the correct conclusion about dating men in their 20s and then loses the plot when she explains her own dynamic

but also i would NOT be bored please feel free to speak more about this

Yeah like I literally had the same moment as her not too long ago where I was like “omg if I end up with this man I will have won the lottery” and I told my mum and she was like “if you think like that then you won’t end up with him. You’re giving him the upper hand”. That girl did not have a mother to tell her he’s the one who won the lottery and it shows.

But yeah she right about the foetus men 😂

But this whole mentorship thing she falls into with this guy is a bit of an ick. And I’ve seen it many a time, I’ve had men try to do it with me many a time. They assume that because you’re young you’ve experienced nothing, which means they can play “build a bitch”. They tell you about wine and about art and about how to dress…all with their personal slant. They fill your head with their own opinions by only exposing you to high end experiences that they approve of. And they make you think that they’re showing you everything the world has to offer and you don’t know any better because you don’t know the breadth of experiences available. Now, I’m not saying this is necessarily bad, and no woman is hard done by by a guy showing them more of the world, even if it’s just the parts he likes. But you can’t seriously think that his “guidance” introduced you to a version of yourself that was always waiting to be unearthed…no darling, you’re just the sum of the experiences he allowed you to have.

It’s like in 50 shades of grey. Anna is a virgin when the book starts. By the end she is somewhat immersed in the bdsm lifestyle (or a bastardised version of it) and she finds those experiences pleasurable. Now, maybe she just so happens to have the same dormant kink as her boyfriend, but more likely, given that’s the only sexual experience she has, she’s presuming that he’s “introduced her to what she likes” rather than subtly guiding her to like what he’s shown her. She likes what he likes and that’s all she knows so it’s good enough, right? Well, how would she know, because that’s all she knows. Doesn’t mean she’s unhappy, but you can’t say unequivocally that that’s who she is when she’s never had the chance to try anything else because the guy in the driver’s seat already knew what he wanted.

I don’t know her husband obviously but I feel like I’ve met a lot of guys like this. Guys who think that you’ll be so impressed by them that they can curate your experiences so that your preferences end up aligning with theirs and you won’t notice because you’re just happy to be there. And a lot of the time it works because how many women who’ve never lived the lifestyle of an affluent middle aged man would notice?

And I guess that’s where I start to get a bit iffy about, not the age gaps, but the experience gaps. If you’re 30 and you’ve lived your whole life in one town, never travelled, never gone shopping in NYC, for example, I think you’re more on the back foot with a 40 year old man with money than a 21 year old who has been educated at a Swiss boarding school and grown up with the trappings of wealth. Because she knows what wine she likes and she won’t be intimidated by the women at the charity gala because they’re just like her mother, and that man won’t be able to tell her how he wants her to fit into his world because she already has a place in it, to an extent. Now, I don’t know the background of the writer of that article, but the way she writes about herself doesn’t lead me to believe she feels - to this day - that she has a place in the world she inhabits without the man who essentially brought her into it. So in a sense, he’s given her an identity.

Basically, I don’t think he’s introduced her to herself, I think he crated a version of her that would be a good partner to him. He’s Pygmalion and she’s Galatea and she’s oh so grateful.

And that’s not bad per se, if she’s happy then that’s fantastic for her. No shade whatsoever. But there’s guys that aren’t so nice about it, and there’s guys who go further with what they want you to like than just the wine or the clothes. And…idk I think she’s sold what is essentially kind of a crappy way to look at yourself - as the lottery winner - as some kind of dream. Except it’s a dream she clearly lives in fear of waking up from.

#not f1

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yaminerua · 8 months

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I am genuinely always going to be salty that my family gave me shit for Years for not knowing how to cook or clean properly when literally nobody ever taught me. To this fucking day they’ve never shown me how to do this or that.

I can cook some things because some friends helped get me started and then YouTube videos expanded upon that but none of that help came from my family and yet they gave me so much shit for not cooking, or they ridiculed me when I did actually try and did it wrong bc I didn’t know the right way bc again no one fucking showed me

my mum never showed me how to maintain a house and keep it clean and tidy, or to cook any of the meals she made, and when she got more affected by her alcoholism the chance of being taught lessened and then she left and I expected dad at least to teach me something but he didn’t know that much himself and what he did know he didn’t have the time or executive function to actually carry out.

So the house fell into a state of cluttered chaos it has never quite recovered from but I’m trying to work my way through it all to make it better bit by bit.

and for food back then we had to rely on my granny bc my dad couldn’t really cook and with my mum not around my granny stepped in to fill that gap but like. I still never got shown anything.

I guess she never realised that with my mum as she was I wouldn’t have been taught anything so all it would have taken would have been ‘hey come see how I make this big meal and help me out with it’ or ‘hey give me a hand with cleaning the house, I’ll show you what to do.’ And I’d have learnt by seeing and doing and gentle guidance. Instead of developing a massive insecurity about being stupid and useless and incapable of simple tasks.

that’s all it would have taken and instead I’d had to turn to YouTube to teach me. Everything I can do now I owe largely to strangers on YouTube and yet even still because of the berating and ridicule I had for years from my family my default assumption about new tasks or skills is that I can’t do it. That I’m stupid for not just being able to know how to do it and it fucks me up.

and not a single one of them acknowledges that maybe they never gave me a chance. Man…

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 2 years

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Hi! A while ago you made a post with some great Violyn recs, and I bookmarked and went through and loved all of them, but I didn’t do the same with some that were in progress, so could you link them again? And then also, do you have some new recs? :)) There’s so much stuff out there right now and it’s a bit hard to sift, so unbiased suggestion for something interesting and well written would be much appreciated. I don’t really care about the length as long as it’s good, in character and hopefully canon compliant? Or anything else that stands out, really. As for ratings everything is a go, just a big NO to abo (even if we put noncon issue aside, sorry but there’s only a limited amount of blowj*bs I can take in my basic lesbian p*rn, lol) or gross monster stuff unfortunately abundant these days. Also, nothing wrong with WIPs but preferably finished stories? And TYSM. For what you’re doing there, and for all the recs, past and present! <3

Hey there! :)

First of all, thank you for your kind words, and second - apologies for a relatively tardy reply (also, if you sent this message twice by mistake, the reply's to the greyface one - in case you wanted to retain anonymity, if that's okay?) since it took a bit to compile appropriate thoughts and words for a decent response. But since below the cut you'll be able to find not only links but also (unsolicited? :) reviews, I hope it'll at least give you enough of a fix - for a while?

Now, let's start with...

That post, that I think you can still find under 'fic recs' section on the main page, there were two WIPs there, if I recall? One of them is still a fun read (the unpretentious, fun AU one that I think I tagged as my 'guilty pleasure' at the time?) and the other, well - despite having a really intense beginning it got convoluted and overly watered down half-way, and lost me. (So, no more recommending WIPs, yes - check. Lol.) But to answer your other question - in the meantime I read, loved, and would wholeheartedly recommend... hmm. Ok, since you basically gave me free range apart from the omgaverse (for which - no worries, I don't care for it either, I've seen dozens of them passing over this page, but only one well-written, with an actual interesting plot and character dynamics - but a WIP, so we might go back to that one at some later point? ;) the ONLY criteria now I guess would be...

The works of some new and/or underrated authors? How's that, to fulfill the primary intent of this blog, which is to promote and/or send appreciation to those who really truly deserve it?

So, yeah. In no particular order, here are some of my recent faves:

Digging Like You Can Bury Something That Cannot Die series by shoutoutout

@shoutoutout

Canon compliant, a study on guilt, loss and acceptance. A truly gripping study, a recontextualization if you will (expanding the context span, filling in gaps) with emphasis on that residual emptiness that one never truly accepts, just learns how to live with. The way in which Vi is given facing, then coping with all of it in such a simply human, fight or flight way - is incredibly relatable. While the first part written from Cait's perspective gives a unique insight into her upbringing, her heritage, her relationship with her mother (which, perhaps it's just me - but I love seeing it explored beyond what we've seen onscreen, especially with that last scene, where it's evident that no matter how much she disagrees with her mum she still looks to her for comfort when she is despair) and then of course - grief flooded with regret. Really masterfully written.

Grenadier by antistar_e (kaikamahine)

@kaikamahine

Set post-finale, this is basically a character dynamics piece, written from Vi's perspective. It's a gentle, at times funny and yet gritty and profound exploration of regret, mourning and unhealthy coping mechanisms - on everyone's behalf, with developments between Vi, Cait and Jinx (yes, all three of them - but don't let this deter you just because Jinx has absolutely no boundaries ;) this is uniquely beautiful portrayal of sisterly relationship. The simple way Vi explains her love for Jinx will break your heart, because she loves her despite everything, the guilt, lack of remorse - it's the love that doesn't preclude justice or exempt her from consequences, but just grows, adapts, restitches its seams. It has elements of romantic developments (in different directions?) but the central part is the sisters, and to be completely frank it's the best fic I've ever read exploring these dynamics, post finale. Both characterisation as well as style wise.

Drink from the Cup of Fortune by xanthinriff

@xanthinriff

'Does happiness bloom from the soil of pain, or is pain a byproduct of happiness lost?' If you've ever read anything else written by this author, you'll know that their writing simply cannot be summarized, objectively or rationally. And this one is not an exception, it is post finale, post everything and beyond, and it gives us Vi's perspective on - grief, guilt, need to belong, the feeling of loss, helplessness, selfishness, mental self-flagellation... gosh, I've said it before and I'll say it again, xanthinriff has a uniquely, gut-wrenching writing style that packs a punch - undaunted to tackle even the most complex, or darkest of emotions so it's definitely not for those who want a sappy, trite emotional lemonade. But rather real raw human emotions, such as... well, those listed above?

Now, the author has deleted their A03 account for personal reasons, but this specific work is still available per request, exclusively here (author's prerogative, of course) so if what you read there got you intrigued - send us a DM and we shall deliver.

(This is also valid for some of their other work, previously referenced and recommended on this page)

sweet & bitter by garcondencre

@garcondencre

Canon compliant. An exploration of what happened between the moment Caitlyn and Vi found themselves alone in Cait's bedroom and the moment they left each other in the rain. A beautifully heartfelt character study, a train of thought from Vi's perspective, if you will. Characterization is spot on, emotions are intense and tangible, and the inner conflict fleshed out so viscerally, painfully well.

The Power of a Name by kendricked

@caitkirammans

One of those 'five times' prompts, written from Caitlyn's perspective. A very interesting take on how she viewed things that happened, and then those that [spoiler]. It contains some missing bits, or interludes, if you will. They speaks volumes on Caitlyn herself, seamlessly showing that cross between that naivetee and genuine selflessness - and also how she saw, and sees Vi. Emotional intensification written and depicted at its best.

keep your head low by espressbian

@espressbian

Canon compliant. An amazing dive into Caitlyn's mind (ok, I guess Vi’s as well - in the second chapter?) showing us their respective perspectives on things that happened - through this very skillfully written inner dialogue, depicting the inner workings of both of their minds, but especially Caitlyn's... I found it gripping, touching and impressively intense all at the same time.

no powder but stardust by softnyx

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I think I already mentioned this one? It's a one-shot, but is contained of eight episodes with time gaps, featuring snippets of scenes from different, not-so-random periods. Starts with that beautiful childish pure innocence and veers off into... well, two diverse worlds, a canon divergence AU (star-crossed lovers of sorts, comes to mind) that grows close to the one of game canon-world? The characterisation is endearingly tangible and wholesome, and it is absolutely amazing what a skillful author can do in such little space and with so few words.

Wrap ya gun in giftwrap by Latenightsgunfights

@latenightsgunfights

This is quite a short piece, basically just smutty. Why on this list, you might wonder? Well, the way it shows Vi struggling between how she sees herself, the subtly shown conflict between the tough front and bravado and how she feels about herself in regards to Caitlyn, how it manifests in their physical connection - the implication how certain feelings can be put into submission... it's quite a lot (yeah, no one's immune to hot smutty ones, but I prefer them with some substance, alright? ;) for a short piece with barely 1k of a wordcount.

Chances by mira_blue

@mira-blue

To be completely honest, this is not really CaitVi (they're just acknowledged in the passing) but rather a canon-compliant take on Vi's complicated relationship with her sister, post S1. (Yeah, I've been kinda leaning towards those, recently - can you tell? :) Pieces like this, exploring this kind of dynamics of theirs are quite rare, and this one may seem like just a drabble - but try to get into Jinx's fragmented stream of consciousness. It's uncomfortable, realistic and tangible, all at once. I've seen very few well-written ones and this one is my absolute favourite one.

Shadow of Nothing by UmbreonGurl

@umbreongurl

Quite sure you've read some of the other works of this author as well, but this one is a bit different from all of their other (AU? fluffy? comedy? romcom?) work, and a bit underrated in my opinion. In a span of a single chapter it covers literally everything, from the prison break till post finale - while at the same time being a character study of Cait. It's simple, unpretentious, with effective time lapses, and an interestingly different, more realistic view of Vi - as it makes more sense that she'd be more distrustful, standoffish and defensive to start with in the beginning. But it's a quite fresh and intimate take on Cait, and it's not that angsty (like the rest of the stuff from this list), so...

Dust Collected OnMy Pinned-Up Hair by tailoredjade

@tailoredjade

Ok, there are so many high-school AUs out there, but there's just that something about the pacing of this one. It covers a longer timespan, with smaller/larger gaps and ellipses, but the way it captures the yearning and pining is incredibly palpable. It's friends-to-lovers, but in a way also a compelling character piece that captures Cat's inner workings (exasperation? anxiety?) rather well. Quite interestingly written (in terms of sentence structure, or how it follows the character's thought-process) it's a fittingly positive one, for the end of this list?

Aaand - that'd be all.

As always, if you enjoy any of these (and even if they're not really new for you - and you already had, lol) go drop these lovely people out there a positive note, some appreciation and encouragement - and then let us know as well.

Cheers! 🌈💖

#caitvi #vicait #caitlyn x vi #piltover's finest #vi x caitlyn #piltovers finest #violyn #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction #fic recs #anon #replies

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mjfsupremacy · 6 months

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I'm looking forward to more Max and our OC most of the chapters seem to have been taken up by her best friend recently which is fine but obviously I'm here for our babies not her.

Love the fact Max is no longer putting up much of a fight with Y/n now too like he's just accepted he's now a Co parent 🙈

Also the fact she's using his embarrassing pics against him had me ROFL, like she doesn't care he's a celebrity but she sure is gonna reap the benefits of being able to find stuff like that to banter with him 🤣🤣 I love her.

I love the best friend character because it gives me a way to talk about what's happening between them "irl" without it sounding like a recap if I use the MJF chat. She just tells bestie about it instead.

I also love that using the chat with her bestie, I can make her unreliable and let you guys fill in the gaps. (See in the last part for example when bestie called her ass out about those phone calls and she literally gave next to nothing about them.) My fave SMAU's always leave a little to the imagination and I think that's how you get to love reader characters because you get to make them your own.

She also gets to talk out (deny in most cases) her feelings about Max with a presence that matches her energy, which I think is so fun.

I'm introducing some familiar faces soon to alleviate some of the burden on poor bestie, but she's not going anywhere. She's really important to the reader and to her story. Bros before Hoes always.

It didn't really take very long for him to just accept she was literally just a fixture of his life now lol. I like to think when he left Piper with her for the first time he told his mum Piper's mother said she could no longer be trusted. So he didn't get in trouble.

She doesn't care that he's famous, more chances for him to get lost at sea and her to finally be Piper's only parent 😈 (and the photos ofc - good and bad 😌)

This is so long lol sorry! I love talking about this fic so much as you can tell hahaha

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splendidissimus · 7 months

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August 1998 - Invalid

((Content warning: fainting, head trauma / concussion, memory problems, loss of autonomy))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 1: But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps. / Swooning / "How many fingers am I holding up?" ))

Genre: whump / sickfic

Romance level: negligible

Angst level: 2/5

Draco's headspace: denial

((words: ~1500))

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Draco opened his eyes to Theo's scared face swimming blearily above him; he frowned and squeezed his eyes shut a couple times to try to clear it. "What…"

Theo let out a heavy breath. "Thank Merlin, you're okay."

Theo held his arm to try to help him up, but Draco shook it to try to get him off and sit up on his own. But that made waves of pain pulse out of the back of his head and he held it, rolling over with a groan. He meant to curl up but instead discovered that he was on the stairs, or halfway on the stairs, anyway. His head and shoulders were on the bottom step and the rest of him sprawled out in the hall. "What did you do to me?"

"Draco, you fell down the stairs." Theo's hands settled on his shoulders and pulled him up to sit on his knees beside him.

"I don't…" Stairs? Why?

"I think you fainted." He pulled up his arm with the sleeve pushed back to show the heart monitor cuff, and how its light was fluttering erratically.

He frowned at it, and let go of his aching head to turn it off without a comment. He didn't feel like looking at that. He was sure it was right, but he didn't really feel it, and if his heart was beating like that he would rather be able to continue to ignore it. If he started feeling it then he would focus on it and not be able to feel anything else.

He absently held his head again and looked up. "Where was I…?"

"What?" Theo leaned around to look at his face with a frown. "Where were you going? Do you not remember? Draco—"

Shit, he shouldn't have said that. "'Course I do," he bristled defensively, and tried not to think about the fact that he didn't. Bed, or… library? Library made sense, it seemed too bright for bed. Or… shit, had they been coming downstairs? Was it morning?

"Here, let's go sit down." Theo stood and held his arm to help him up.

"Fuck!" he snapped, semiconscious fear sublimating into frustration, and shoved his hands away. "Just get off me!" He shoved himself up to get back to his feet on his own, but his head suddenly swooped, and he overbalanced to his side and fell back to his knees. He gripped his aching head, doubling over his knees with a wordless groan.

"Right, I'm going to get your mum."

He jerked his head up to glare, with a hiss of pain. "Don't you dare!"

"Well then what am I supposed to do?" Now he was letting out frustration as well. "You can't get up and you won't let me help you, so what, just let you sit there on the floor?"

"Just shove off! I'm eighteen years old, I don't need a nanny!"

"Except you just fainted and fell down the stairs when I was two steps ahead of you, so a nanny isn't even enough! As far as I can tell you need someone to actively hold your damn hand."

"Go to hell!"

He visibly made an effort to control himself and say something productive instead of just retaliating. "Do you want to move your room down here so you don't have to take the stairs?"

"I said go to hell!"

Theo threw up his hands. "Then what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to have to worry about this!" He didn't mean to say that, but he couldn't take it back. He grabbed his hair with both hands and bent over again.

In a couple seconds, Theo came down and sat on the step beside him, and put his arm over his shoulders.

"Leave me alone," Draco muttered.

"No." He rubbed his back silently. Draco didn't try to make him stop. In a few minutes, he closed his eyes and let it relax him.

"My head really hurts," he admitted eventually.

"Okay." Theo stood up after a second and grabbed one of his hands out of his hair, and pulled on it. "Let's go lay in your window or whatever."

"I can get up," he protested. "I just moved too fast." He tried to take his hand back, but Theo was insistent on holding it anyway, and he gave up rather than fight about it. It took some effort to get back to his feet, and he still stumbled a little, but it was basically fine. He was sure Theo thought he really helped; let him have that.

When he looked up, Theo was still looking at him with close concern. "Do you actually remember where you were going?"

Draco glanced around the hall once, looking for the answer; it was the quality of the light coming through the front windows that told the story, and it fell into place. "We were coming downstairs," he said confidently. "I just got up."

He knew that was the wrong answer by the way Theo studied his face, and he looked away, taking his hand back.

Theo ducked into his line of sight again, trying to look into his face, and held up his hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Draco shot him an annoyed frown. "I'm not blind." Theo waved his fingers, and he reached out to push his hand down, answering only to make him stop. "Three."

"Okay." Theo dropped his hand. "I got here an hour ago. You didn't go to bed last night; I'd just got you to agree to try to sleep."

He looked away again. "Right." That sounded familiar, now that he said it. Or he told himself it did, anyway.

Theo grabbed his arm again and led him into the parlour. Like he thought he'd fall again if he let him walk on his own. Halfway there, Draco couldn't stand it anymore and yanked his arm away. "I'm not a child."

Theo looked at him silently, and Draco looked away after a second.

In the parlour, Draco looked at his bay window seat, but it seemed too bright, and he dropped down on a sofa instead. After a moment, he lay down completely and laid his arm over his eyes. Better.

"Stay there a minute," Theo said. "I'll get something for your head."

"Just give me a potion."

"You know I can't. Staying off all the potions isn't some test you have to pass and you can cheat on, it's meant to actually be for your health. Your mum would kill me if I did anything to undermine that."

He made an annoyed sound but didn't look. His head hurt too much to look.

He lost track of the passage of time until Theo was back, and draping a sheet over him. He lifted his arm off his eyes when he realised what that was — it was August, he should be plenty warm — but the concentration on Theo's face stopped him and he covered his eyes again. And it didn't feel bad…

"Here." He felt or heard Theo sitting on the arm of the sofa above his head, then something ice cold pressed against his forehead. He gasped at the initial touch, and then took over holding it himself.

"When you can't take the potions, you have to at least let me walk behind you," Theo said. "In case you faint again, or have a fall."

"I don't need that." He ran the cold whatever-it-was — it felt like a frozen bar of soap, which was weird of him — over his forehead slowly.

"Draco…"

He shook his head. "Forget it."

"Draco." Theo ran his fingers through his hair, and he wanted to be offended at the liberties taken, but it felt nice. "You're ill."

"Not that—"

"Yes that ill," he interrupted quietly. "When you're off the potions that are keeping your heart under control, you're too sick to walk up a flight of stairs on your own." He picked up Draco's other hand and turned on the heart monitor. Draco refused to open his eyes to see it. "I think ignoring it could get you... hurt."

Draco silently moved the cold thing under his head, so it was against the back of his head where it really ached, and that was a relief. "It's fine."

"How many fingers was I holding up before?"

"Four. What's that meant to prove, I can count?"

Theo silently ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm not an invalid," he asserted. It sounded firm, convincing, believable, to his own ears. But Theo's silence was louder than a response, and he had to counter it. "I'm not."

"When you have your potions."

He clenched his hand into a helpless fist.

"I'll stay and help you."

"I don't want help."

"I know." He brushed back Draco's hair. "But I can't make you not need it."

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