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warning: Angst • Breakup • Regret

resumery: reader get fed up of harry never being here and even spend more time with his crew member Ava

a/n: i had an idea this morning while listening "Helsinki" by Dinos

The apartment had never felt so quiet.

Not peaceful.

Not calm.

Just...

Empty.

You stood in the middle of the living room with a suitcase beside you.

A suitcase you never thought you would pack.

For years, you had been the person waiting at home.

Waiting after rehearsals.

Waiting after interviews.

Waiting after late nights in the studio.

At first, you understood.

You loved him.

You loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music.

You loved watching him chase his dreams.

But somewhere along the way...

You stopped feeling like you were part of his life.

You started feeling like you were watching it from the outside.

"One more meeting."

"I'll be home soon."

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

Those sentences became normal.

And then Ava appeared.

At first, you didn't think anything of it.

She worked with him.

She was part of his team.

You trusted him.

But slowly...

You noticed things.

The way he smiled at his phone.

The way he always had time to answer her messages.

The way he remembered tiny details about her day...

But forgot things about yours.

You didn't leave because of Ava.

Not really.

You left because you felt like you had already been alone for months.

The front door opened.

"Hey."

His voice filled the apartment.

You didn't turn around.

"Hey."

He immediately noticed the suitcase.

His smile disappeared.

"What is that?"

You swallowed.

"My suitcase."

He stared.

"No."

It wasn't a question.

It was disbelief.

"No?"

You finally looked at him.

"No."

He stepped closer.

"Wait."

"What do you mean no?"

You laughed softly.

But there was no happiness in it.

"I mean I'm leaving."

The silence that followed was unbearable.

"Why?"

You looked at him.

Really looked at him.

The man you loved.

The man who used to call you just because he missed hearing your voice.

Now he looked confused.

Like he genuinely didn't understand.

"Because I'm tired."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Tired of what?"

Your eyes filled with tears.

"Of being alone while being in a relationship."

His face fell.

"That's not fair."

"Isn't it?"

You wiped your cheek.

"I have spent months telling myself that this is temporary."

"You were busy."

"You were preparing."

"You were stressed."

"I made excuses for you because I loved you."

His voice softened.

"I love you."

You closed your eyes.

"I know."

That hurt him more than if you had said you didn't.

"Then why are you leaving?"

You looked toward the suitcase.

"Because loving someone isn't always enough."

He went quiet.

"And Ava?"

His expression changed immediately.

"Nothing is happening."

"I didn't say something was."

That stopped him.

You sighed.

"I don't think you cheated."

"I think you forgot about me."

His eyes dropped.

"You were always somewhere else."

You picked up your suitcase.

"Tomorrow is your first show."

His head lifted.

"Don't."

You looked at him.

"Don't what?"

"Don't leave tonight."

His voice was quieter now.

"You know how much tomorrow means."

You nodded.

"I do."

And that was the worst part.

You knew.

You knew every song.

Every lyric.

Every reason this mattered.

You had supported him through every dream.

But you couldn't keep disappearing so his dream could get bigger.

"I hope you have an amazing show."

He looked broken.

"You won't be there?"

Your lips trembled.

"I don't think I can keep standing backstage pretending I'm okay."

He swallowed hard.

"I never wanted you to feel that way."

"I know."

You opened the door.

For a moment...

Neither of you moved.

Then he whispered:

"Are you really done?"

You looked back at him.

The answer hurt.

"I don't know."

A tear fell.

"But I know I need to choose myself tonight."

The door closed softly.

The next evening...

The stadium was full.

Thousands of people screaming his name.

Lights everywhere.

A dream coming true.

Everyone told him he looked nervous.

They didn't know why.

They didn't know he kept looking toward the side of the stage.

Toward the place where you always stood.

His phone stayed silent.

No good luck text.

No picture of your coffee.

No "go make everyone proud."

Nothing.

And for the first time...

He realized something.

He had spent so much time chasing the biggest moments of his life...

That he had missed the small ones.

The person who celebrated every little victory.

The person who stayed when nobody else saw the hard days.

The person who loved him before the crowds did.

When he walked onto the stage...

The crowd screamed.

But all he could think was:

I hope she's okay.

And somewhere far away...

You watched the opening performance on your phone.

You smiled when he sang.

Because despite everything...

You were still proud.

But this time...

You weren't waiting behind the curtain.

You were finally standing in your own life.

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warning: nothing much

resumery: headcanons of the pogues with reader

a/n: got this out of my draft

You're basically the little sister of the group, even if you're only a year or two younger than some of them.

Nobody remembers exactly when you became a Pogue.

One day you were just... there.

JJ Maybank

JJ calls you "Squirt," "Shortcake," or "Gremlin."

He steals your hoodie constantly.

"JJ, that's mine."

"Our hoodie."

"No."

"Yes."

He loses every argument because you eventually tackle him into the sand.

If you're having a bad day...

JJ notices before anyone else.

He'll quietly throw an arm around your shoulders.

"C'mon."

"Let's go skip rocks."

He never forces you to talk.

John B

The responsible older brother.

Makes sure you wear sunscreen.

Carries an extra water bottle because you always forget yours.

"Drink."

"I'm not thirsty."

"Drink."

Whenever you disappear for too long...

John B is the first one looking for you.

"Has anybody seen her?"

Everyone immediately starts searching.

Kiara

She braids your hair while you sit on the dock together.

She always keeps hair ties around her wrist because she knows you'll lose yours.

If someone says something mean to you...

Kiara is ready to argue before you even react.

She loves taking candid pictures of you.

Especially when you're laughing.

She claims they're your prettiest photos.

Pope

Helps you study.

Even when you insist,

"I already know this."

Five minutes later...

"Pope..."

"...How do fractions work again?"

He pretends to be annoyed.

He isn't.

He secretly likes explaining things.

Sarah

Lets you borrow her clothes.

Even though you always return them covered in sand.

"Seriously?"

"...I can explain."

"Can you?"

"...No."

She paints your nails during sleepovers.

You always smudge them within ten minutes.

Together

Beach bonfires always end with you asleep against someone's shoulder.

Usually JJ's.

Or Sarah's.

Whoever moves the least.

You're the designated shell collector.

Every pocket.

Every backpack.

Somehow...

There's always another shell.

If you disappear into the ocean to swim...

Someone yells,

"DON'T GO TOO FAR!"

Every.

Single.

Time.

They all instinctively walk on the outside of the sidewalk, leaving you in the middle.

None of them ever talks about it.

It just happens.

When it rains unexpectedly, everyone runs.

JJ throws his hoodie over your head.

John B grabs your hand.

Sarah laughs.

Kiara complains about her shoes.

Pope reminds everyone not to slip.

And somehow...

You all end up soaked anyway.

If anyone asks, "Who's she?"

The five of them answer at the exact same time.

"She's one of us."

No hesitation.

No explanation needed.

Because to the Pogues...

You've always belonged.

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"The Haircut"

4-year-old!reader × Caregiver!Dom

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warning: noneee, just pure fluff

resumery: toddler!reader cut her hair alone

a/n: i had it in my draft and someone asked me more of toddler x fast and furious soooo

Dom should've known something was wrong the second the house got quiet.

Too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind.

The suspicious kind.

He set his coffee down.

"...Kid?"

No answer.

"Mia?"

"I'm in the kitchen!"

"You seen her?"

"I thought she was with you."

Dom sighed.

That sentence was never a good sign.

He checked the living room.

Empty.

The hallway.

Nothing.

Your bedroom door was cracked open.

He pushed it open gently.

"...Baby?"

You were sitting on the floor in front of your little mirror.

Very still.

Very quiet.

Both hands hidden behind your back.

Dom immediately noticed the blond hair scattered across the carpet.

His heart dropped.

"...Oh."

You looked up.

Big blue eyes.

"...Hi."

He looked at the floor again.

Then at you.

Your already-short baby hair...

Was even shorter.

Crooked.

Very, very crooked.

"...What happened?"

You hesitated.

"...Hair."

"I can see that."

Another pause.

"...Too long."

Dom looked at the tiny plastic safety scissors beside your knee.

"...You cut it yourself?"

A tiny nod.

You were waiting for him to yell.

Instead...

He slowly walked over and knelt in front of you.

"Can I see?"

Your lower lip wobbled.

"...Mad?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Very slowly, you moved your hands away from your head.

One side was almost buzzed.

The other...

Still had little tufts sticking out.

It looked like you'd lost a fight with a lawnmower.

Dom pressed his lips together.

He was trying very hard not to smile.

Not because he was making fun of you.

Because it was just so... creative.

"...Well."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"I've seen worse."

"You have?"

"...No."

That earned the tiniest giggle.

Brian wandered past the bedroom.

"Hey, Dom, have you—"

He stopped in the doorway.

"...Whoa."

You immediately hid behind Dom.

Brian quickly realized why.

"...Oh."

He looked at Dom.

"...Don't laugh."

"I'm not."

"You almost did."

"I know."

You peeked around Dom's shoulder.

"...Ugly?"

The room went quiet.

Dom turned around completely so he was looking only at you.

"No."

"...Really?"

"Really."

He gently brushed one of the uneven little pieces of hair behind your ear.

"You know what I see?"

You shook your head.

"A kid."

"A kid who made a mistake."

He smiled.

"Happens."

Your shoulders relaxed just a little.

"...It grow?"

"Yeah."

"It takes time."

"But it'll grow."

Later that afternoon, Dom sat you on a stool in the bathroom.

"Okay."

He held up a pair of proper clippers.

"We've got two choices."

You listened carefully.

"We can leave it..."

He tilted his head.

"...Or we can even it out."

You touched your choppy little bangs.

"...Even."

"Even it is."

The clippers buzzed softly.

You sat surprisingly still.

Every now and then, Dom would tilt your chin gently.

"There you go."

"Doing good."

When he was finished, he turned the stool toward the mirror.

Your hair was very short now.

Almost like a little pixie cut.

You blinked.

Reached up to touch it.

"...Light."

Dom laughed.

"Yeah."

"Lot less hair."

You smiled.

A real one.

"I fast."

"You think shorter hair makes you faster?"

You nodded with complete confidence.

"Yep."

Brian, leaning in the doorway, grinned.

"Well..."

He shrugged.

"Only one way to find out."

Five minutes later, you were sprinting up and down the driveway as fast as your little legs could carry you.

"I FAST!"

"I'M FAST!"

Brian dramatically clutched his chest as you zoomed past him.

"She's right!"

"I can't catch her!"

You dissolved into delighted giggles, pumping your arms even harder.

Dom stood on the porch with his coffee, watching you race back and forth.

Mia stepped beside him.

"You handled that well."

Dom watched as you stopped in front of him, cheeks pink from running.

"Daddy!"

He looked down.

"Yeah?"

You grinned, rubbing your tiny hands over your newly short hair.

"I like it."

Dom reached down and ruffled the soft blond fuzz on top of your head.

"I'm glad."

You grabbed his hand.

"Race?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"You wanna race me?"

A determined nod.

"Okay."

He took three exaggerated steps, pretending to run at full speed.

You squealed with laughter as you "beat" him to the mailbox.

"I WIN!"

Dom bent over dramatically, hands on his knees.

"You got me."

"I told you."

You planted your little fists on your hips.

"I'm fast now."

Dom smiled, the afternoon sun catching your bright blue eyes as you beamed up at him.

"Yeah, baby."

"You always were."

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Dad!Frank Castle × 7-year-old!Reader (Autistic!Reader)

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resumery: autistic!reader want to be with frank but frank is playing a gore video game

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Frank had exactly one rule.

"Okay, Bug..."

You were already climbing into his lap with your favorite weighted plush tucked under your arm.

"You can sit with me while I unwind for a few minutes."

You nodded happily.

"Mm-hm."

He adjusted the blanket over your legs.

"But."

You looked up.

"This game isn't for kids."

"So you keep looking at me."

You smiled.

"I can do that."

You loved sitting with Frank.

His old hoodie was soft.

His heartbeat was steady.

His hands were warm.

Sometimes you didn't even care what he was doing.

You just liked being close.

The controller clicked quietly in his hands.

Every so often there were loud sounds from the television.

You flinched.

Frank immediately lowered the volume.

"Better?"

You nodded.

"Thank you."

A few minutes later, your curiosity got the better of you.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Peanut?"

"...What's behind me?"

Frank smiled.

"Nothing you need to see."

"Is it monsters?"

"You could call them that."

You thought about it for a second.

"...Are they pretend?"

"They're pretend."

You started wiggling a little.

Frank noticed immediately.

"You wanna peek, don't you?"

You gave a guilty little nod.

"...Just a tiny peek."

He chuckled softly.

"I know you're curious."

He paused the game.

"But if I say this one's not for you..."

"You believe me?"

You looked at his face for a long moment.

Then nodded.

"I believe you."

Instead of restarting the game, Frank reached for the remote.

The television went black.

You blinked.

"...Finished already?"

"Nah."

He shrugged.

"I'd rather hang out with my Bug."

"You don't mind?"

He smiled—a real one.

"The game will still be there tomorrow."

"You being seven only happens once."

You beamed.

"Can we build my dinosaur puzzle?"

Frank looked dramatically toward the turned-off television.

"I guess the monsters can wait."

You giggled.

"They'll be lonely."

"They'll survive."

Halfway through the puzzle, you leaned against his shoulder.

"Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for keeping me safe."

Frank looked down at you.

He gently tapped your nose.

"That's my job, Peanut."

"And I'm gonna keep doing it for a very long time."

You smiled, completely content, more interested in fitting the last puzzle piece into place than in whatever had been happening on the screen a few minutes before.

Frank didn't miss the game for a second.

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a/n: i had to do this, he's just so hottttttt. it was a bit too short so give me ideass

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older!frank who never sugarcoats the world. If you ask him for advice, he'll tell you the truth—even if it's hard to hear. "People can disappoint you."  or "Doesn't mean you stop being kind."

older!frank often finds himself in awkward silence whenever you’re around, his gaze lingering a moment too long. The weight of his past collides with the innocence of your youth, making him doubt his instincts, but that internal struggle only adds to his allure in your eyes.

you sending frank teasing messages while they're doing an unsexy thing (picking his nose, scratching his ass, etc.)

older!frank who always needs your eyes on his like "c'mon, pretty girl, keep those pretty eyes on me" he'll say

older!frank who get horny whenever she's in oversized clothes, at the coffee or even at the bus station

you: Really? You wanna fuck? Here? Right now?

older!frank def make you rides his thigh as he plays gore video games but don't allow you to watch it bcs it's too violent for you

older!frank getting frustrated because every punishment he give arouses you instead of disciplining you.

Bed creaking and loud moans while frank and you fucks that the neighbor had to knock on their door and ask them to quiet down a bit.

older!frank that gives you puppy eyes just for you to rub his hair while you stitch his wound

older!frank who keep you on his lap while he clean his weapons but say "tsk, pretty girl, too young to see that"

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