#( it makes me smile to see you on my dash ok )

[anonf1writer]

“but please shut up” — ln4

summary: from the SINGLE PARENT UNIVERSE and based on THIS request, I present to you 2k words about the moment Yn first said the three words to Lando, and then told him to shut up (or something like that). reader x lando norris (use of Yn, yes) word count: 2k

NOTE¹: as a fic writer AND reader, i'm aware of the whole AI talk that's been going around. and as i was writing this, i realized how the thing that pisses me off the most about this whole thing, is how the use of dashes (—) became synonym of the use of AI. because i LOVE using dashes. i think they look beautiful and they tell things in a different way. the pause it's different. the information after one dash or between two dashes feels different. so i overuse them naturally. bc i love them. but now any time i add one, i take it back. bc i dont want to be associated with the use of AI. and the more i do it, the more it pisses me off. bc i want to be able to use my dashes. my writing might suck. i might be the worst around here. but i WANT to use my dashes. so please don't take my dashes away from me okay? ok. thank you.

NOTE²: so yeah, that being said, i went back and added a few. and that's it. <3

──────────────────

Yn and Lando had been dating for no longer than six months when the words finally slipped out of her mouth. 

It was a Saturday morning. A sunny one, to be precise. One of those rare occasions that normally meant peeling Olivia away from the TV and getting her ready for a picnic at the park, or for riding a bike, or for doing just any activity that allowed them to soak the sun as much as possible. 

On that particular Saturday morning, though, the clear sky wasn’t the only rare thing happening in London.

For starters, Yn wasn’t at her place, but at Lando’s apartment. Something that had never happened before. Not in the morning, at least. Not as a result of spending the night there. 

Then, of course, because she wasn’t at her place, there was also the fact that Olivia wasn’t there, with her. Instead, her sister had taken Olivia to Bristol so she could spend a fun weekend with her cousins. And so Yn and Lando could have some time alone. 

So, yeah, of course—things were different that morning. 

And yes, maybe she could have sensed that something else would happen, something she didn’t see coming because it also normally never happened. 

But she didn’t.

All she did was wake up wrapped in Lando’s arms, kiss him good morning, and drag herself out of bed. On her way across the bedroom, she grabbed one of his hoodies and put it on. Warm, oversized, and smelling like him. Exactly how she liked it. 

Once she made it to the kitchen, the space opened into sunlight and sleek surfaces. Fancy. Clean. Organized. Looking not even one bit like the messy home she owned. With no crayons forgotten on the table, no mermaids and unicorns in the mugs and cups and plates, no colorful drawings stuck to the fridge. And yet just as comfortable and cozy in its own Lando Norris’ way. 

It made her smile, for some reason. A smile that she kept on her face while trying to decide what to make for breakfast, and that only grew bigger when Lando finally joined her in, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder while she cracked four eggs into a small bowl. 

“Hmm, you look really nice in my kitchen,” he murmured, his morning voice sending chills down through her spine. “Wearing my clothes… Smelling like me…”

She tilted her head slightly at that, leaning into his curls as he kissed her neck and just settled there, keeping up with her movements. With the whisking of the eggs and the soft clink of the fork echoing in that quiet morning. 

Yn could tell Lando was happy with that setting, with spending the morning together after also having spent the night together. Something they couldn’t really do very often, considering she still wasn’t ready to add him into Olivia’s routine like that. Not without making sure—making fully, fully sure—that this wasn’t just a temporary thing for him. That he was staying in for good, and that he was actually willing to have a role not just in her life, but also in her daughter’s life. 

Which, to be honest, was becoming more and more easy to see as time went by. 

Like when he stepped away to grab the milk from the fridge and very casually asked, “Talked to Liv yet?”

“Not yet,” Yn said, then waited until he had splashed a bit of the milk into the small bowl to keep going. “Told my sister I’d give them a call after breakfast.” 

She sprinkled in a pinch of salt and went back to whisking, meanwhile Lando got himself busy by grabbing a pan and dropping a knob of butter into it. 

“I hope she’s having fun,” he said, distracted as he switched on the hob and placed the pan above the humming heat. “Y’know, I was thinking about what it’d be like to take her to the beach.” 

Yn paused. 

She paused and stared at the bowl in front of her. 

And Lando laughed. And the butter sizzled gently. And then the smell of it filled the space. Warm. Comforting. 

“Sandcastle chaos, for sure,” he added.

Still chuckling. 

Still nonchalant. 

As if mentioning he had been thinking about her daughter and about how it would be to spend time with her didn’t bring this funny feeling to her chest. As if it wasn’t a big deal. As if it was normal. 

Yn swallowed.

When it came to Lando, to be fair, it actually wasn’t weird. Because he did that a lot—dropping how much he cared in the most subtle, random ways. In the little things. 

But this morning, for some reason, it seemed to happen more than usual. 

He did it again, for instance, as they were sitting around the small table and having breakfast. As he was telling her about these new clothes he had bought online. Casually, randomly. Just by asking, “Purple’s her favourite, right?” 

To which Yn furrowed her brows and mumbled a simple, “huh?” 

“Liv’s.” He scraped the fork against his plate, gathering the scrambled eggs, and shrugged. “I saw these really cute tiny trainers that made me think of her.” He scooped up the food and shoved it inside his mouth. But he didn’t stop, he just chewed as he talked, muffling the words. “They were… Mmph… Puh’pul… Yeah… Puh’pul’s her fav’rite… Innit?”

 “I— Yeah. Purple’s her favourite color, yeah.”

He smiled, swallowed and nodded, all proud of himself. 

“I knew it.” He took a sip of coffee, then focused on the beans still left on his plate. “Didn’t get them though…” He shoved the fork back into his mouth. Words mumbled as he chewed again. “Didn’know’er size, so… Oh!” He swallowed and shuffled on his seat. “Shit.” He coughed, choking a little around the food that had gone down his throat. “Um… Just remembered… Did I tell you about this… About this new idea we had for the next collection? I didn’t, did I?” 

“I don’t think so, no.”

“Right. Yeah. So, listen to this…” 

And so he rambled about something else. 

And Yn listened. 

Trying to absorb as much as possible. Trying to understand. Trying to make sense. 

But then, as they were putting the dishes in the sink and talking about the next few weekends and how busy his schedule would be, he did it again. 

He brought her up again.

“I’ll try to come home as much as I can,” he said, “but y’know, if you ever want to come to a race one day, I’d love to have you there. Not just you, but Liv, too. Like, not now, of course, but later, when you’re ready. I’d like that.” 

And like a cherry on top, while Yn had her hands submerged in warm soapy water, he asked, “Hey, is it weird if I frame that little drawing Liv made the other day?”

Yn stopped.

And blinked at the plate she had in hands. 

“The one she said was for good luck?” Lando added, pacing in the kitchen. Not in a nervous way, but in that very particular excited version of him. Full of caffeine. Hair sticking up in three different directions. Hands moving along with his words. Babbling. 

Always babbling.

“Or maybe not frame it but put it on the fridge or… I don’t know… Something. Somewhere I can always see it… Y’know? Would that be weird?” 

She blinked again.

“Because I won’t if it’s weird… Don’t want to make it weird…”

Eyes still fixed on the dish in her hand, she mumbled, “Lando…” 

“I mean I don’t know what the protocol is here… I know you said you wanted to take things slow when it comes to her, and I totally get it… I mean you know way better than I do, so I trust your judgment… It’s just that she’s so great, y’know? And that drawing is so cute. It’s been back and forth with me for weeks now, but I wanted to check with you because I—”

“For the love of God!” She dropped the sponge and the plate and turned around, water dripping from her fingers as she glared at him. “Can you just—I mean… Lando I swear, I love you so much, but can you just please shut the fuck up for a moment?”

Lando stopped. 

No. Lando froze.

Mid-step. 

Not even looking at her.

Just.. Hand reaching into the cabinet. Eyes fixed ahead. Blinking to the clean tableware. 

And Yn didn’t even notice, so she just sighed. Loudly. Dropping her shoulders. Grabbing a tea towel to wipe her hands. And then trying again.

“Sorry. I don’t mean like, shut the fuck up, but just… Y’know, give me a minute to think? You’re like… Nonstop right now! Just going on and on and on about Livie and it’s just—”

“What did you say?”

Yn looked at him.

He was still facing away, still frozen on the spot.

“That you’re going on and on about—” 

“No. Not that.” He dropped his arms to his sides and turned towards her. “Before.”

Yn frowned, searching inside her head for whatever she could’ve said that made him look like that right now—pale, shocked, terrified. On the verge of freaking out.

“I don’t—”

“Love me,” Lando murmured. “You said you love me.”

“What?”

“You said,” —he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if gathering the strength to say the words— “Lando I love you so much but can you please shut the fuck up.”

“Oh.”

“You said you love me.”

“Shit, Lan…”

She stepped forward, and he stepped backward. 

“Nuh-uh.” He raised one finger and pointed it at her. “Nope. Stay there.”

Her lips tugged up.

“Babe… C’mon.”

“You love me.”

She tilted her head. “Mhm.”

Lando dropped his arm.

Then opened his mouth, then closed it again. 

And then he looked away, dropping his posture like he had just been punched in the stomach.

“Holy shit,” he said. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—wow. Wow. Ok. Okay. Yeah. That’s—That’s just… I mean, did you—You really meant that?”

Yn laughed. 

“Lando…” She dropped the tea towel on the counter and took a step forward, a tiny one. Just to make sure she could. “Baby. Just breathe, okay? You’re sweating.”

“I’m not—” He raised his arms, checking underneath. And then he shook his head. “Maybe, who knows. That’s not the point.”

“Then what’s the point?” she tried, softly this time. Stepping just a bit closer.

“That you love me.”

“Mhm.” Standing in front of him, she placed her hands on his chest and nodded. “So? You’ll get used to it.”

Lando snorted and looked at her, his own hands instantly finding her waist. Almost involuntarily. As if they belonged there. As if it was the only natural reaction when having her so close to him. 

“You knew this would freak me out, didn’t you?”

He pulled her closer, and when she nodded, she also smirked at him.

“Of course I did. Been holding myself from saying it out loud for a while now.” 

He flinched at that, chin and head jerking back slightly. “Why would you ever do that?”

“Really?” She laughed and slid her hands up his chest, then up his shoulders and neck, until she was able to link her fingers through the short curls on the back of his head. “Did you see your reaction just now?”

Lando shrugged and stepped forward, slotting his feet with hers and crossing his arms around her waist. Getting rid of the little distance between them. “Just because I’m weird and freak out like this doesn’t mean that I… Y’know… That I don’t… I mean I just…”

She nodded and hunched herself forward, kissing his cheek before landing back on her feet. 

“I know. I know you do, babe. So whenever you’re ready. That’s okay.”

He sighed and leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“I’m gonna wait until you least expect it. Freak the hell out of you, too.”

Yn laughed and arched forward, barely lifting off her heels as she reached for a kiss.

Lando reacted quickly, closing his eyes and kissing her back.

And then, around his lips, she murmured, “Bring it on, babe. I dare you.” 

──────────────────

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys being called pretty──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA + fem!reader

Established ! Relationships

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

“Hey pretty boy!” “Erm no. I prefer…handsome” “speak up!” “I said I prefer to be called handsome.” He grumbles “Well pretty Boy rolls off the tongue better so I’m sticking to it. Now get to class, pretty boy~” “but- I..- fine…thanks for the compliment…” he walks away mopey but flustered by the compliment. Later he says how he doesn’t mind you calling him that, but he’s stubborn so he mumbles while explaining that he doesn’t mind

KATSUKI~

“How’s your day pretty boy?” You sneak up in hun so he didn’t realize it was you “WHO SAID THAT? IM GUNNA K- oh” he turns around to see you with an unimpressed look “sorry…was that you who called me that?” “Uh yeah…?” “Hm. Whatever, I GUESS it’s fine.” Later he asks you to call him pretty again while cuddling after school but shhh don’t tell anyone-

SHOTO~

“Hey babe!” He was currently sitting in the lunch room alone waiting for you “hi y/n…” “youre looking very pretty today~ you almost sparkle” you joke “I sparkle? Is there glitter on me?” “No…it’s a joke. But you do look pretty!” “Oh…thank you love…” he whispers that last part since he’s somewhat caught off guard, he never really thought someone would call him attractive let alone pretty

TENYA~

Rarely do you see him without glasses so when he took them off to clean them you had to say something. “You’re really pretty…” “hm?” “You. You’re really pretty” his jaw drops along with his glasses. He picks them up and puts them back on before turning away from you to calm down “why would y/n say that, is it just because I’m her boyfriend or is it genuine?” He whispered “I can hear you pretty boy!” “AGH!”

EIJIROU~

“You’re kinda pretty…” You say holding your cheek “what?” “You’re kinda pretty.” “What no really…?” “Yeah really~” “ah jeez…thanks y/n…” it really made him feel better, like REALLY he wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the week. Through out the day you could hear him say “do it again!” “Please!!!” “Just call me pretty one more time?” But not in front of anyone! He can’t be caught being soft even though it’s obvious

DENKI~

“How was class pretty boy?” He just sits there with a dumb look at he thinks for a second “what?!” “How was your class?” “NO! The other thing.” “Pretty boy?” “Huehehehe yeah” he sits there biting his lip looking dumb “ok I’m never calling you that again.” “NO that’s NOT fair!” “Then stop being stupid.”

SERO~

“Aw Man cant You Call me anything else? Maybe dashing or something?” “Aw whyy? You don’t like being called pretty?” “Well…not in front of everyone, no.” He whispers “but I guess it’s ok…please call me that in private later…” “don’t worry I will!”

TOKOYAMI~

“You’re honestly kinda pretty…never really thought about it but you’re really majestic” he blinks a few times before responding “I literally have a bird head how is that pretty?” “Birds are really pretty…don’t you think?” You say softly “Uhm…yes some bird are very beautiful” you flash a smile “exactly” he closes his eyes and crosses his arms, once you look away he smiles

AOYAMA~

Dude he loves it?! “Hey pretty boy” “well I am quiet pretty aren’t I?” He winks “just take the compliment.” He pouts “fine…just say it again” “ugh…you’re very pretty..and sparkly” “you are the love of my life~!” He says with actual tears in his eyes

OJIRO~

“Why pretty?” “Why not?” “i guess you have a point” you nod, he starts to fiddle with his tail before speaking “you really think I’m attractive? Let alone pretty?” You scoff “hell yeah!” “Wow…thanks!” He hugs his tail with a dumb smile

SATO~

“You look reallyyy pretty when you’re focused on baking!” He looks away from the counter and over to you “what?” “You look pretty Sato!” He inhaled and gives you a wiggly smile “thanks y/n! I’ll make you some cookies too…” he says almost shyly

SHOJI~

He was changing his mask infront of you and you decided to speak up “you know all those scars look really pretty on you” “…w-what?” “You look pretty! With and without your mask” “uhm well..I uh- you know…thank you.” He lets his head fall in embarrassment, but also feeling confident after what you said. “Even prettier when you blush” “STOP”

KOJI~

“Hey pretty boy!” “*squeals*” end of story.

Jk; “hey pretty boy!” He looks over at you, before covering his face with his hands, letting out a whiny “stop,stop,stop…” “haha! I’m just trying to compliment you! You deserve it?” “*squealing noises* stop…” “why?” “He peaks his eye out of his hands “because…I can’t handle it…”

Hi….this ain’t proof read😋

[cookiekissers]

I got an idea that would be hilarious! Royal margarine x a reader who is so sweet yet oblivious...like they'd mistake flirting as compliments, gestures of flirting as kindness, 'accidents' such as tripping and pinning y/n against a wall as legit accidents...even checking his wrist to see if they're OK.

Just all the way to the point where royal margarine has to be as blunt as possible...like to the point of him shaking y/n and being like 'I AM TRYING TO FLIRT WITH YOU! NOTICE THE HINT! I LOVE YOU! NOTICE ME!!!'

can be hcs or a story...heads up, might send a future request of shadow milk with the same reader to see how he would do the snap of 'ok subtlety clearly isn't working, I have to be as blunt as possible!'

On My Knees [Royal Margarine Cookie x Oblivious Reader]

[oneshot] [fluff]

Royal Margarine Cookie was at the end of his rope. With his face in a mug of ale, he lamented all his woes to his dragon companion, Buttercream.

"And then, I gave Y/N Cookie my most dashing smile, and they didn't even notice!" He complained. Royal Margarine Cookie pouted and leaned against Buttercream's side as the dragon tilted their head in confusion at him. "Oh, Buttercream, how can such a cute Cookie be so oblivious?" He mumbled. "Do I have to get down on my knees and beg?!" Royal Margarine Cookie shouted to no one in particular. He tossed his wooden mug in frustration out of the stables, and it bounced off the cinnamon cobblestone streets, sliding to a halt at the feet of another Cookie.

Royal Margarine Cookie sighed heavily and let his head hang in defeat. Buttercream turned their attention to an approaching Cookie, they urgently nudged their drunk rider with their snout to get his attention, but Royal Margarine glumly swatted the dragon away. At the sound of footsteps, Royal Margarine Cookie lifted his head sadly and nearly jumped out of his dough at the sight of you staring at him curiously.

"Royal Margarine Cookie? What are you doing?" You asked in confusion.

"Y/N Cookie?!" Royal Margarine shouted in surprise. In his tipsy state, the dragon rider struggled to rise to his feet gracefully.

Concerned that he might stumble and hurt himself, you reached out a hand to steady him. Royal Margarine Cookie tried to regain his composure. He quickly smoothed back his pale blonde hair with his butter knife and flashed you a charming grin. Unable to contain yourself, you laughed, which caused Royal Margarine Cookie's expression to shift to one of confusion.

“W-What's so funny? Ahem, what are you doing out so late? It's not safe to be out alone at night.” Royal Margarine Cookie sputtered.

It was charming in a strange way. Seeing the charismatic dragon rider covered in hay while babbling to his dragon. You gingerly picked a piece of straw from his hair and smiled.

"I always like to take night-time walks." You explained. Royal Margarine Cookie gawked at you, his cheeks flushed. You picked another dry stalk from his collar and flicked it away.

Royal Margarine Cookie quickly grasped your hand.

"You're right! It's such a beautiful night, Y/N Cookie. So why don't you and I take a romantic flight on Buttercream, hm?" He purred. You blinked and furrowed your brows slightly in concern.

"I don't think it would be a good idea for you to fly while drunk, Royal Margarine Cookie." You pointed out. "Why don't I walk you home?" You offered kindly.

Royal Margarine stared at you in disbelief as you gently tugged on his sleeve to get him to follow you.

You jumped as the dragon rider suddenly dropped to his knees and sobbed. Royal Margarine Cookie shuffled on his knees and wrapped his arms around your legs, nearly making you fall.

"Y/N COOKIE!!" He cried pitifully.

"R-Royal Margarine Cookie? What in the world has gotten into you?!" You shouted. Buttercream emerged from the alleyway, and you glanced up at the dragon for some kind of explanation, but they just watched silently.

"Y/N Cookie, please, notice me!" Royal Margarine Cookie blubbered. You tried to console the dragon rider awkwardly while he clung to your legs. You glanced around nervously.

"What? What do you mean?" You questioned in confusion.

"I LOVE YOU, Y/N COOKIE! I LOVE YOU, PLEASE PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Royal Margarine Cookie exclaimed desperately. You stared in disbelief as the words registered. There's no way he meant that, he was completely drunk. Since when did Royal Margarine Cookie have a crush on you?

"You've had way too much to drink..." You muttered.

"No!! It's true, Y/N Cookie! I've loved you from the beginning! I've been flirting with you for months, and you haven't noticed! Why haven't you noticed!?" Royal Margarine Cookie shouted. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and drool stained your pants as you desperately tried to control his drunken grip on you. You glanced behind you in embarrassment to see if anyone else was seeing this, but thankfully the street was deserted.

"Don't you remember those flowers I brought you? I went to a very frightening part of the Dragon's Valley to pick those rare flowers just for you! I wouldn't do that for anyone else, Y/N Cookie! I love you!" Royal Margarine confessed.

Suddenly, everything clicked in your brain. All the letters of admiration on freshly picked bouquets of flowers, the flood of compliments, him buying you dinner so many times... you had thought he was just being nice. At the realization, your face turned red.

"IS THAT WHY YOU WERE ALWAYS ACTING SO WEIRD?!" You exclaimed bashfully. Royal Margarine Cookie gasped and looked up at you with teary eyes.

"You did notice!" He cried in relief. Royal Margarine Cookie desperately climbed up your frame until he could stand. He threw himself on you, making you stumble back as his arms wrapped around your neck, and he kissed you passionately. You froze at first, surprised by his sudden gesture, but then you melted into his embrace. Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you returned his kiss with equal passion.

You broke away with a gasp, the taste of ale on your tongue.

"Y/N Cookie... please go out with me." Royal Margarine Cookie pleaded. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt dizzy. You leaned against Royal Margarine Cookie and buried your face in his shoulder.

This could have happened a lot sooner if Royal Margarine had just been straightforward about his feelings from the beginning.

"Yes... I will." You replied shyly.

[heizlut]

omg this is the first time i do this bc i always think i become a burden when i request sth🫠 BUT I PLUCKED MY COURAGE BC I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE A BOMB ASS IDEA BUT MY WRITING CAPABILITIES CANNOT DO IT JUSTICE. Ok so🫢 childhoofriend!/meandom!genshu lin x childhoodfriend!/sub!reader x childhoodfriend!/teasedom!jiyan after the war (lets pretend genshu didnt disappear/get unalived) and they release their pent up emotions by doing the deed and of course reader is more than happy to welcome them. Reader has enough holes for the two as you said😚😚

POOKIEEEE ILYSM🥹🫶🏼 i hope you like this!!!!!

What are Best Friends For?

〰cw: none

〰tags: sub fem!reader, mean dom!geshu lin, teasing dom!jiyan, all childhood besties with each other, creampie, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, double penetration, anal, a lil degradation, throat fucking, a dash of stinky angst in the beginning

〰nsfw under the cut

〰m!list here

You always worried for your two best friends considering they were always at each other's throats, always arguing about battle strategies, what was right and wrong, or accusing the other of spending more time with you. You still did your best to act as a mediator or to provide them with whatever type of support they needed, no questions asked.

And right now, they both needed you. More than ever.

၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂

Standing in the middle of battleground, the retroact rain surrounds both of them and all of Geshu Lin's soldiers. If looks could kill, Jiyan would be dead on the spot with the way Geshu Lin glowers at him. Jiyan stands his ground, "This isn't right. There's something wrong with this rain. It would be wise to retreat unless you really want everyone to die here."

Geshu Lin's tongue runs across his teeth before speaking in a biting tone, "Last I checked, you were only a combat medic." He scoffs, speaking again with disdain, "If thousands of my men must die, then so be it. Now shut up and keep moving." Jiyan stands there as the general turns away, barking orders at his soldiers, rage and concern bubbling up inside of him.

They both promised you they would be safe, that they would return home to you unscathed. But with Geshu Lin's bullheaded pride, the chances of coming home to the girl they both loved in their own way seemed unlikely. Jiyan couldn't allow Geshu Lin to go through with this.

"General, listen to me", he calls out. Geshu Lin ignores him at first continuing on until Jiyan's next words make him stop dead in his tracks. "What about y/n...? We made her a promise. Do you truly intend to break it?", Jiyan's voice is sad, almost desperate. Desperate for his arrogant childhood friend to just listen to him for once.

Geshu Lin stands still for a few moments before partially turning back to face Jiyan with narrowed eyes. He can see the sincerity and concern in Jiyan's expression, making something twist inside of his chest. "Put aside your pride, Geshu... Stop this before there is no going back", he pleads with deep resolution.

Geshu Lin grits his teeth, fully turning to look at Jiyan. "I'm doing this because of y/n, not because you personally told me to retreat", he growls out. Relief washes over Jiyan's features, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂

You stand there pacing back and forth by the front window of your house, gnawing at your fingernails, worried as hell for the men you cared for so deeply. Only a few moments later do you hear their voices as they walk up the path towards your home, arguing with each other as usual.

You throw open your front door, running out to meet them with teary eyes and a smile that wobbles as you try not to cry tears of relief, "You're back! I was so worried I-" Jiyan pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing in your sweet scent.

"No need to worry anymore, I'm here...", he coos softly earning him a harsh glare from Geshu Lin. Geshu Lin pulls you from Jiyan's grasp and into his own embrace. "I'm here too", he speaks through gritted teeth, keeping his golden eyes narrowed at Jiyan who gives him an incredulous look in return.

You breathe out a laugh as Geshu Lin practically squeezes the life out of you, "I'm happy you're both here." You pull back slightly, only able to because Geshu Lin allows you. You look between the two of them with a little smile, "Let's not fight. We're all here together, so let's enjoy this moment." Geshu Lin grumbles and Jiyan gives a hint of a smile.

"Tell me what I can do to make you both happy", you speak, eyes flitting between the two pairs of intense golden eyes as you offer a solution like you always do. Geshu Lin's lips twitch up in a slight smirk which Jiyan catches, releasing a breath as he addresses him, "Be nice, Geshu..." You raise a brow and Geshu Lin's smirk widens as something glimmers in his dangerous gaze, "No promises."

With that, Geshu Lin scoops you up, making you yelp in surprise as he carries you over his shoulder, practically kicking your door down as he enters your home with Jiyan following behind.

Once inside, Geshu Lin sets you down on the bed unceremoniously which makes you laugh out of both surprise and amusement. Jiyan stands by the edge of your bed, watching Geshu Lin's every move, golden eyes flickering between the two of you.

Geshu Lin begins to peel of his clothes piece by piece with a smirk plastered on his fierce but handsome face. His toned muscles ripple in the soft light of your room, pale cock twitching against his abdomen. Jiyan follows suit, stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile on the floor.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of your two best friends bared before you. Their bodies are different yet similar, equally captivating and littered with old scars. Jiyan is the first to move, kneeling between your legs as his hands travel up your thighs, "You're going to be a good girl for us, yeah?"

You breathe out a small 'yes', to his words, making the corners of his lips curl up as he stands back up, both men looking down at you with a mix of danger and pleasure in their eyes. "Then strip", Geshu Lin chimes in with a sharp command as he slowly strokes his cock.

Your breath hitches at his command. Sure this wasn't anything new between the three of you, but only ever separately. You never thought you would be pleasing them both at the same time, but you would do absolutely anything for them. You strip off your tank top and bra, nipples hardening as the cool air of your room brushes over them.

Next comes your shorts, fingers fumbling the with button and zipper as you tug them down your legs along with your panties, exposing yourself fully to your friends' hungry grazes. You watch as they exchange a glace, their silent communication passing through them as though they've finally agreed on something for once.

Their eyes linger on your body as if committing every inch of you to memory. They both approach with predatory grace, Geshu Lin stands close to your face and Jiyan stands in front of your spread legs. Geshu Lin takes your chin in his free hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Here's how this is gonna work, doll. You're gonna lay back and put your head over the side of the bed so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours", his voice steady and commanding.

He nods his head towards Jiyan, "And Jiyan here is gonna play with that pussy." "But don't you even think about cumming until I give you permission to do so", he growls out.

All you can do is nod before you lay back, positioning yourself in the way Geshu Lin told you to. Your head hangs off the side of the bed, Geshu Lin's cock throbbing in front of you as Jiyan crouches between your legs once more, licking his lips at the sight of your twitching hole.

Jiyan's fingers trace over your folds, spreading them as he exposes your wetness. Two fingers tease your entrance, watching intently as your juices glisten in the soft light and make his digits slick.

A soft gasp has your lips parting, allowing Geshu Lin to angle his cock into your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips when he pushes past your soft lips and stretches your mouth open.

The sudden intrusion makes you clench around nothing as Geshu Lin's taste floods your senses. A garbled moan rises from your throat as you feel Jiyan's fingers press against your wet entrance, teasing you before pushing inside. The dual sensations make your body quiver with need and lust.

Each noise you make sends shockwaves of pleasure through Geshu Lin's cock, making him thrust a little deeper. He reaches down, squeezing your breasts in his hands as if using them to anchor himself to you. "Fuuuck... That's right, doll. Take my cock", he moans as he forces his length deeper down your throat, making you choke slightly.

Jiyan's fingers continue to pump into you, his own cock throbbing with need when he feels you clench around his soaked digits, desperate for something bigger to fill you up. His thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub.

When Jiyan's finger curl up against your spongy, sweet spot, your back arches up, pushing your chest further into Geshu Lin's grasp. Geshu Lin releases one of your breasts only for his palm to crack down against it, making you let out a choked cry around his cock.

"You better hold off that orgasm, doll. I haven't finished yet", he growls. Jiyan chuckles as you writhe against the sheets, fingers continuously curling up inside of you. "Aww, having a tough time, love?", he coos teasingly, relishing in the way your body aches for more.

You try to speak, to beg them to allow you to cum, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers around Geshu Lin's throbbing cock. You squirm again, helpless against Jiyan's expert fingers, feeling as though your body is on fire. With a snarling growl, Geshu Lin pulls out of your mouth as you gasp for air, "Fuck it. Get on your hands and knees. I'd rather cum in your ass instead."

Jiyan's eyes snap up to his at his sudden change of mind, but pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss. Jiyan slides onto the bed, leaning back against your headboard as he beckons you towards him, cock twitching and leaking against his stomach, "Why don't you come up here and ride my cock, love?"

Geshu Lin gives him a sharp glare as he interferes with his plans. As you sit up, you look between the two men, one with a playful smirk on his lips as he pats his lap invitingly and the other has a dangerous look in his eyes that dares you to go against him. Geshu Lin scoffs when you crawl over to Jiyan, straddling his lap instead of following his orders.

Jiyan's smirk widens at your choice as he looks up at Geshu Lin, "Uh oh, seems she might have a favorite~" Geshu Lin snarls at his teasing words, but his eyes can't tear away from watching as you sink down on Jiyan's thick cock with a shuddering moan. Jiyan lets out his own breathy groan, eyes fluttering and head lolling back as he bottoms out inside of you.

Geshu Lin's own cock aches and leaks, still desperate to finish what he started. He climbs into the bed, positioning himself behind you. He grabs your hair, twisting it in his fist as he tugs your head back, "I'm not gonna let you two have all the fun."

He presses a searing kiss to your lips before releasing you as Jiyan's hands slide up your waist, pulling you to lean forward against him. With this new angle, Geshu Lin can see the girth of Jiyan's cock stretching out your cunt and your little asshole twitching in anticipation.

Finally, a little smirk plays on his lips as he lines up his tip with your smaller hole, spitting on it and watching as his saliva drips down towards Jiyan's cock. You suck in a breath when you feel it push and tease against the small ring of muscle.

Jiyan licks up your neck, nipping at your pulse point before pressing a soft kiss in the same spot. His breath ghosts against your slick skin as he teases you, "Relax... You can take it, can't you?"

You bite your bottom lip and nod, making the corners of his lips curl up as his eyes lock with Geshu Lin's in a silent confirmation before pressing another kiss to your neck, "Good girl." You let out a sharp cry as Geshu Lin pushing his cock into your ass the same time that Jiyan thrusts up into your wet cunt.

Geshu Lin hisses as your tight muscles throttle his length, "Fucking relax... Shit...." You feel so incredibly full having both of them inside of you at once, the sensation is utterly overwhelming. You try to hard to relax despite the insane stretch in both of your holes as your body struggles to accommodate them.

Jiyan reaches down, playing with you clit to help ease the pressure. "You're our good girl, aren't you, love..." You relax a little, your breasts squished against his broad chest as you whimper.

Jiyan's eyes flit back to Geshu Lin's with a nod. With zero warning, both men begin to thrust into you holes, making you gasp and moan so beautifully for them.

Both men let out husky groans, eyes rolling back as their cocks rub against each others through the thin layer of skin that separates them. The extra pressure and stimulation sends them reeling as they begin a steady, but brutal rhythm.

Jiyan's cock hits the deepest parts of you, pressing up against your cervix with each deep thrust, while Geshu Lin's cock pushes deep into your unexplored depths.

Tears spring in your eyes from both pleasure and pain. Jiyan continues to rub your clit furiously, bringing back that familiar heat that coils up inside of you as they ravish your holes.

Geshu Lin grips your jaw, tilting your head back as he kisses you with a heated and possessive passion. His tongue pushes and moves against yours as his grip tightens and his hips buck forward erratically.

Watching his friends kiss each other sloppily sparks a possessive and jealous flame within Jiyan. Wanting to bring your attention back to him, he grips your hips and thrusts up especially hard, smirking when you gasp against his friend's lips.

Geshu Lin rolls his eyes as he pulls away from your lips, but moves his hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly. "You're pathetic, you know that?", he scoffs.

You can't tell if that comment was meant for you or for Jiyan but the degradation of his words has you clenching down on both their cocks, making them moan.

Jiyan rubs your clit faster as he spurs on your impending orgasm, "Come on, baby. Cum for us." Your eyes flutter and Geshu Lin applies more pressure to your throat as he whispers harshly in your ear, "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock again. Bet you like being fucked in the ass, huh, doll?"

You whimper, wanting to protest but that would be a fucking lie. It doesn't take long for the coil inside of you to snap as your juices gush all over Jiyan's cock. Both holes milk their cocks for all they're worth as they both shudder and groan, releases load after load of sticky, hot cum inside of you.

Their cocks throb and twitch as they begin to soften inside of you. With another shared look between them, they pull out of you at the same time, making you mewl from overstimulation. Their golden eyes lock onto your holes as their cum drips and and dribbles down your thighs and onto the sheets below.

"Goddamn...", Geshu Lin rasps at the sight. Jiyan feels his spent cock twitch again, arousal pooling in his belly once more. You collapse against Jiyan as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Geshu Lin sits down beside him and puts his fingers under your chin, making you look to him.

"Give me a kiss", Geshu Lin's voice is softer now, but still holds that commanding edge. You lean towards him, pressing your lips to his gently. He sighs into the kiss, feeling all the tension release from his body. When you pull back, Jiyan redirects your gaze to him, pointing to his own lips with a slight teasing smile, "Me too, love."

You smile a little at both of their antics, but lean forward, kissing him just as softly. Jiyan smiles against your lips before you pull back. Looking between the two of them, your closest friends since childhood, you feel your heart ache with love in your chest.

Leaning forward, you embrace both of them, catching them off guard, "I love you both. I'm glad you're here with me." The sentiment makes them swell with emotions they would rather keep under wraps, but they both love you. They truly do. Always have.

၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊||၊꧂၊၊|

a/n: whew it got a lil emotional at the end there🥲

[envy-of-the-apple]

pt 2 cuz so many ppl asked!

Part one

ok fine so maybe he isnt adverse to lavender BUT you still have a demon problem on your hands! sure he hasn't hurt you, yet, but all demons are waiting for their chance and you needed to strike back first!

you happen to see her outside. maybe you were doing yardwork or something when you see a blur of red stumbling about in the bushes. Naturally, you help the woman out, along with getting out that weird jagged contraption she insists on carrying around with her. she thanks you happily and is more than happy to tell you that her name is Grell and she was currently on her way to see 'bassy' but these days he had been hiding from her.

"Hiding?" You repeat. "wait...you’re saying he's scared of you?"

"Yes!" She strikes a pose. "He's terrified that my dashing looks might charm him."

you're not sure if thats the reason...but it is very odd that he hasn't turned up yet. the demon hates intruders, you know what he's done to the last guy who tried to get into the estate. Yet, grell is just fine waltzing around.

No way...he was avoiding of her.

She was your charm!

You take her hands in your own and passionately declare how touched you were by her commitment to winning ("...bassy" ugh it was so hard to say it without gagging) over, and you want to help her. Absolutely delighted, she agrees and you two instantly become 'best friends'.

You invite grell over all the time. she's your friend after all. you two do everything together, practically connected at the hip. You two even have sleepovers together (you're not a big fan of those, considering all what she does is go on and on about how much she loves that terrifying demon).

Your master does agree for Grell to keep visiting when you ask him. He's up for anything that might piss Sebastian off.

"Though, I'm elated this vexes sebastian...are you sure about this? that women is insane." He tells you after you tell him about your 'new bestie'.

And yeah, he's right. its clear that Grell isn't human, but she isn't a demon. and you'd prefer that over Hell.

Much to your delight, Sebastian does stay away. he is no longer lingering around when you're cleaning rooms cuz Grell is right next to you, blabbering about the hot men she saw on the way over here. You dont feel his presence right by your door at night anymore because Grell is in bed beside you...hogging all the blankets that bitch. still! it's working! you feel peace.

until....things go wrong.

eventually Grell starts to slowly put some pieces together. If she's being completely honest...she's not too sure what she ever saw in sebastian. he's hot but...he's also a bastard who has tried to kill her numerous times. and the thrill of lusting after him was starting to get a little old...but you're new.

You care about her. When she's rambling about things, you're humming and nodding along. You laugh at some of the jokes she makes. You tell her how pretty she is...you're just a thousand times better than that nasty demon who nearly got her canned.

"We should get married!" Grell declares.

"Ah," you say, not really listening. "You and Sebastian?"

"No, silly. Me and you!"

...what?

Suddenly your charm becomes yet another supernatural entity that's obsessed with you.

She chases follows you around the manor, telling you the flower decor she wants and what kinds of music she wants to be played. You try to dissuade her with multiple excuses: she's a paranormal entity ("thats alright! i love you for who you are<3"), you're too young to be getting married ("we can wait!"), but each one is just chopped down.

Eventually, you're forced to hide in a broom closet to get away from her. When you glance over, Sebastian is right next to you.

Oh...he was hiding too.

when you ask for a truce…he agrees. You two were in the same boat after all.

"Can't you just...get rid of her?" You plead.

He smiles, but it looks pained.

"Unfortunately, the young master declared that unless that woman specifically bothers him...she is not to be harmed."

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

You should've stuck with the demon butler.

[rdng1230]

In the movies, everything grows quiet when you see the love of your life across the room. Not this time.

Seeing Tommy tilting his head at another man just makes everything louder, drowning out hope, conversation, reason.

And whatever residual sense he had from the first glance is utterly demolished when the stranger leans forward and pats, no caresses Tommy's face.

Suddenly there's another shot glass in his hand and Ravi's clinking it with his own. "Umm, Buck you know you're staring right?" The sound barely reaches him over the din.

"Right?" Ravi calls again, and this time it's accompanied by enough of a shoulder nudge to snap him back into the bar. "Shit." He stares down at his own feet and clears the walkway he's probably been blocking for at least a minute.

Back in their booth, Buck leans onto the table to keep himself upright. Ravi is better company than he would've thought, keeping him pleasantly distracted and filling him in on all the war stories from his transfer over at the 122. Their gangling probies, crafty paramedics, and the gruff, but solid Captain keeping them (mostly) out of trouble.

It's a funny thing, to hear about other houses and see how they tick. Firefighting is Buck's calling, but his life could've gone so differently had he been assigned elsewhere.

"Speak of the devil!" Ravi calls, hauled out of his chair by none other than Tommy's... ok admittedly handsome stranger. "Panikkar, you don't call you don't write??" They exchange a handshake and a pat on the back and Ravi sits back down, scooting his chair in so the man can stand closer without blocking everything.

"Buck, this is Captain Deluca of the 122. Cap, this is Evan Buckley of the 118." Ravi waves his arms in between them and Buck has to fight biting off his own tongue when the Captain extends his hand. "Sal is fine, heard a lot about you golden boy."

"Wish I could say the same." He fires back, a little more forceful than he means to. "Well that answers that question." Sal says under his breath, taking the seat next to Ravi without being invited. Maybe that's this guy's deal, taking other people's.... everything. Without asking.

"Do I need to guard my ankles?" Sal laughs and the familiarity turns Buck's stomach. Is that what he is to Tommy now? A joke to tell his new flings? Only the way Sal caught Tommy's cheek earlier, he doubts that their relationship stops there.

"Easy, easy Buckley, we've got T minus 3 minutes before my boy over there realizes that his boy is over here. So let me be very blunt."

"All due respect Captain, I don't think you have another setting." Ravi giggles into his shot glass before tossing it back. Sal rolls his eyes at his former employee before continuing.

"He fucked up. He knows it. I know it. You know it. And this is the furthest thing from fair and you're well within your rights to tell me to fuck off, but I swear I can't handle his sad little kicked puppy face anymore especially when he's the one who did the kicking."

Buck's jaw falls open, leaning in closer to Sal like he's afraid he's misheard. "So here's what's gonna happen hotshot. I'm gonna grab the next round, and then flyboy is gonna handle the one after that. I suggest it be you he bumps into and not some rando. Up to you though."

He stands up and claps their mutual lightweight friend on the shoulder. "Good seeing you Ravi." Sal turns his eyes towards Buck and smiles, and he's happy to see the malice in Sal's smile isn't there at all, it's amusement, and maybe just a dash of commiseration. "Don't let him go kid." The graying captain joins the fray on drunkards, tossing a "Trust me." over his shoulder.

"You gonna take his advice?" Ravi finally asks once he realizes Buck has completely stopped paying attention to the story he had been in the middle of when Sal arrived. Buck feels glued to the vinyl seat, his head on a swivel waiting for Tommy to be in sight. "He-he dumped me." Buck finally gets out.

Ravi's shoulders slump like he's disappointed with the answer. "But you miss him?" He prods again, staring at him with kind and inquisitive eyes.

Words are entirely insufficient for the answer, so instead Buck just nods. Ravi points his finger onto the table, drawing his case to a close. "Well Tommy clearly misses you. Cap can be an asshole, but the upside is the man doesn't lie. Tact and him are like oil and water."

Ravi sucks his teeth and takes another shot. "Hey man it's your choice."

Buck tosses back a shot himself for luck. "I think I need another drink." He gets up awkwardly, positioning himself to be just a little too bump-into-able. It's not long until a familiar form collides with his shoulder.

"Tommy." He breathes out, a thousand pounds instantly lifted off his shoulder.

"Evan." His ex breathes out without thinking, not daring to pull away from the hand that's taken his.

[wosospacegirl]

Stuck with you - part 6

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: Y/n's sulking in self-inflicted isolation, slow-burn grief over yelling at the girl you like, Alexia being distant and silent (which is worse than yelling), unexpected bedroom interruption and a dash of jealousy over a certain training partner.

Word count: 7.5k

a/n: Again, still angst! The pic of Jana and Kika is there for a reason :)

Masterlist here

Alexia’s grip on her arm was probably tighter than it needed to be.

Y/n wasn’t exactly resisting–hobbling along with the bulky brace on her leg, trying not to stumble over the smallest step–but it still felt like overkill. 

She didn’t dare say anything, though. Not with the way Alexia was glaring straight ahead, lips pressed into a thin line like she’d rather scream than speak.

The silence was suffocating. Not the kind that made things easier, but the kind that made Y/n’s insides twist with guilt. Every step toward the front door felt like marching toward her own execution.

Alexia opened the door without a word and guided her inside, her hand never leaving Y/n’s arm. 

It wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t gentle. It was steady and unrelenting, like everything Alexia had ever done. They stepped into the living room.

“Oh! Hey!” Olga’s voice came from the sofa, bright and warm. “You’re back–”

Then her eyes landed on Y/n’s leg.

The smile vanished.

Alexia didn’t even glance at her. 

She helped Y/n sit down–well, “helped” was generous. 

She more or less shoved her onto the sofa with a sharp exhale through her nose. Then she stood over her, arms crossed, jaw clenched.

“You’re going to tell everything to Olga,” Alexia said, voice low but steady. Dangerous.

Olga blinked, eyebrows raised. “Tell me what?”

Y/n’s mouth felt dry. Her shoulders curled in, like she could physically shrink away from the shame settling in her chest.

“I lied,” she said quietly. “My ankle wasn’t better. It was–is worse. And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to be benched.”

“Cariño…” Olga said softly, her voice a total contrast to the tension in the room.

Y/n didn’t look up. “I also asked Kika to lie for me,” she mumbled. “I told her not to say anything to you. And she didn’t. Not until the end. She told Alexia, and then I… yelled at her.”

The words felt heavier as they came out, like saying them made everything worse. 

Her throat tightened, her eyes stung, and she could feel the heat building behind her lashes. Y/n looked down quickly, she didn’t want them to see her, not right now.

She waited.

Waited for the explosion. For Alexia’s voice to finally snap, for Olga to use the sharp tone she only ever used when Y/n really messed up. The one that always made her feel small, like a kid again.

But none of that came.

Instead, Olga moved closer.

She sat on the sofa beside her and pulled her into a hug without saying anything, gently resting her chin on Y/n’s shoulder. Her arms were warm. Steady.

Y/n didn’t move at first, too stunned to even breathe.

Then she leaned into it. 

Just slightly. 

Not enough to fall apart–but just enough to let herself be held.

Y/n stared down at her lap, fingers twisting together in a nervous knot. Her eyes were full, but she refused to let go. Not yet. She didn’t want to cry, not in front of them.

“I yelled at her,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “I yelled at Kika when she was just trying to help.”

The silence that followed made everything worse. It stretched too long, thick with disappointment and something even heavier.

But then she felt Olga sit beside her again, closer this time.

“Está bien, mi nena,[it’s ok, my girl]” Olga whispered gently.

That was all it took.

The tears came hot and fast, stinging her eyes before she could stop them. 

Her face crumpled, and she let out a shaky breath, trying to hold it in–but it broke through her anyway, quiet and aching.

Olga didn’t say anything else. She just wrapped her arms around Y/n tighter, tucking her head against her chest and holding her like she used to when Y/n was smaller, when scraped knees at training were her biggest concern.

Across the room, Alexia's jaw tensed. She’d been standing the whole time, arms crossed, eyes unreadable. But when she saw Y/n finally cry, her expression softened–just a little. Just enough.

She moved toward the sofa and sat down slowly beside them, not saying a word.

Her hand came to rest on Y/n’s back, warm and grounding, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of her hoodie.

..

The boot sat heavy on Y/n’s leg, like a physical reminder of everything she didn’t want to think about. She hadn’t left her room in two days. 

No physio, no crutches practice, nothing. Just her bed, the soft hum of the TV playing reruns in the background, and the dull ache in her ankle that medicine couldn’t quite kill.

Y/n could swear this was some kind of punishment from Alexia, making her stay in the house all day–but la reina said it was doctor’s order…bullshit.

Olga was like an annoying mom. 

Y/n told her she wanted to be left alone, but Olga always pretended she didn’t hear her.

Like clockwork, around lunchtime every day, she knocked twice and let herself in. No pity in her voice. No questions she didn’t want to answer. 

Just her usual: some snacks, juice, and whatever weird story she listened to on the news.

Today was no different.

Y/n heard the door creak open.

“I’m coming in–don’t throw anything," Olga said, voice casual.

“I’ve only thrown a cushion at you when I was fifteen. When are you letting this go?” Y/n said, from under the blanket.

Y/n huffed but sat up slightly, reaching for the glass. “I love you.”

They sat in silence after that. Y/n sipped her juice, pretending not to feel Olga’s gaze locked onto her.

“So,” Olga said eventually, “I think we need to talk about it… You know? Eventually?”

They hadn’t spoken about the whole lying-about-the-injury thing. Not properly. 

After Y/n had a meltdown like a two-year-old in the living room, Olga had just helped her to bed without asking for an explanation. 

Since then, Y/n hadn’t left her room.

Whenever Olga tried to bring it up, Y/n changed the subject. 

When Salma, Vicky, and Jana texted, she ignored them. 

She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to see anyone. Because now she knew what happened when she got close–she hurt people. She yelled. Like she did with Kika.

“I don’t wanna talk about anything,” Y/n muttered.

“But I do,” Olga said, more firmly this time, using a tone she normally left for important conversations.

Y/n shot her a look, but there wasn’t much fire behind it. “You gonna yell at me too?”

“No,” Olga said. “That’s Alexia’s job.”

Y/n turned away at the name, jaw tightening. “She’s doing a great job at ignoring me instead.”

“She’s furious,” Olga said simply. “But not just because you hid the injury. It’s because you didn’t trust her.  Or me. Or anyone.”

Y/n blinked hard. Her throat tightened, and she looked down at her hands gripping the glass.

“I know,” she whispered. “I just…” Her voice faltered. “It’s like she hates me now.”

Olga tilted her head, concern etched in every line of her face.

“She doesn’t hate you, cariño.”

“She won’t even look at me,” Y/n said, her voice smaller now. “She’s been ignoring me for days. And I get it. I lied, I made everything worse, I yelled at Kika, and now…” Her words trailed off, her breath catching.

“She took me in when I was still a kid,” she added, voice shaking. “But I’m nineteen now. I’m not her responsibility anymore. What if this was it? What if I pushed her too far and now she’s just… done with me?”

Olga’s face softened even more.

“My parents didn’t want me either,” Y/n said quietly. “They left. They didn’t care. What if Alexia’s the same?”

Olga reached out immediately, wrapping her arms around Y/n and pulling her close.

“No es verdad, nena,” she murmured, holding her tighter. “ Eso nunca va a pasar.” [It’s not true, babe/That will never happen.]

And that was it.

Y/n’s tears fell fast, hot, and silent as she buried her face in Olga’s shoulder. 

Again, she was crying again.

Olga didn’t say anything else–just held her, firm and steady, like she wasn’t going anywhere.

Y/n sniffled, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. “Okay, ew, I’ve cried more in the last two days than I have in like… five years. Disgusting. Never again.”

Olga let out a soft laugh, brushing her hand over Y/n’s hair. “Liar.”

Y/n groaned. “Shut up. Don’t ruin my reputation.”

..

Later that day, Y/n heard the front door close.

Alexia was home.

Like usual.

She didn’t even look up from the book she was reading. For the past few days, Alexia’s routine had been the same–come home, move around quietly, and never once step into Y/n’s room. 

It was a silence that screamed, and Y/n had learned not to expect anything else.

So when her door creaked open, Y/n’s heart jumped. She looked up, startled. Alexia stood in the doorway, holding a small bowl in both hands.

“Here,” she said, stepping in.

Y/n blinked. “…What is this?”

“Fruit salad,” Alexia replied, voice clipped but not cold.

Y/n frowned. “...Why?”

“Fibre is good for healing,” Alexia said simply.

Y/n squinted at her, suspicious. “Did Olga make it?”

“No.” Alexia exhaled through her nose. “I did.”

Y/n stared at the bowl, then back up at Alexia. “…Thank you, Ale.”

Alexia didn’t smile. She didn’t soften. But she gave a small nod, eyes scanning the room before turning to leave.

At the door, she paused.

“You need anything else?” she asked, still not looking back.

Y/n opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then tried again. “No,” she said quietly. “Just… thanks.”

“Jana, Vicky, and Salma are coming tomorrow,” Alexia said, not asking, just stating.

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone,” Y/n mumbled.

“You can’t only talk to Olga for the rest of your recovery,” Alexia said.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to only talk to Olga if you would stop pretending I didn’t exist,” Y/n snapped, her voice low but sharp.

Alexia’s jaw tightened, and for a heartbeat, Y/n thought she was going to snap back. She opened her mouth, ready to unleash every reprimand she had been holding in. 

Instead, Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled sharply.

“I’m not talking to you because I don’t want to say things I’ll regret,” she said, voice low. “I’m still very mad.”

Y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she glanced down at the fruit salad in her lap, unable to meet Alexia’s eyes. She dipped her head once, a small, silent nod.

Alexia’s gaze softened just a fraction. “I’m sure you know what that feels like,” she added quietly.

Y/n stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the glossy strawberries and melon cubes. The room settled into heavy stillness, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator.

Y/n blinked, convinced Alexia had already turned and left the doorway. But then, so softly she almost thought it was her imagination–she felt warm lips press against the top of her head.

And then Alexia’s hand settled gently on Y/n’s shoulder. No words followed. No more anger. Just the faintest promise that she wasn’t gone.

Then she slipped out of the room without another word.

It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t closure. But it was something.

And that night, Y/n ate the entire bowl of fruit salad. 

The next morning, Y/n knew she needed to eat something real–breakfast with Olga and Alexia, the kind of meal that felt normal. 

She didn’t want to stay cooped up in her room any longer.

She made her way downstairs, every step sent a dull throb through her leg, but she didn’t care–she couldn’t stay in her room for another second.

Alexia looked up first from the kitchen table, mid-bite of her toast. Her chair scraped back with a harsh sound.

“Stop,” she said sharply, already crossing the space between them. “Why didn’t you call one of us?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Y/n muttered, trying to wave her off.

Alexia didn’t answer. She just slipped an arm around Y/n’s waist, the other steadying her under the arm as she helped her over to the table. Y/n didn’t fight her.

“I just… couldn’t look at the walls of my room anymore,” Y/n mumbled as Alexia settled her into the chair.

“Next time, call me,” Alexia said, her tone curt, almost annoyed. “I mean it.”

Olga looked up from the counter, brow lifting in mock exasperation. “About time you left the dungeon, cariño—breakfast’s getting cold.”

Y/n didn’t respond. Olga offered a soft smile from her seat as she pushed a mug of coffee toward her.

“Black. No sugar,” Olga said.

Y/n cracked a small smile, accepting the mug. “Thanks.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the quiet hum of the kitchen wrapping around them.

Then Alexia spoke again, her voice low but direct. “Have you talked to Kika?”

Y/n stiffened. She didn’t look up. “No.”

Olga glanced down at her plate, suddenly very interested in her eggs.

Alexia didn’t let up. “You should.”

Y/n kept her eyes on the coffee. “I don’t know what I’d even say.”

“Figure it out,” Alexia said. “She looked upset yesterday at training. And don’t pretend like you don’t care, because I know you.”

Y/n blinked, jaw tightening. Then, quieter: “How do you know?”

Alexia stilled.

Y/n finally looked up, her voice cracking. “You keep saying I care, like that’s obvious. But it’s not. Not to me. I lied, I dragged Kika into it, and when she tried to help, I lashed out. I hurt her. So how am I supposed to believe I’m the kind of person who cares, when all I’ve done is prove otherwise?”

The silence was thick.

Alexia didn’t look away. Her voice was softer now, but firm.

“Because people who don’t care don’t sit at the kitchen table looking like their whole chest is caving in. You’re guilty, you’re scared, and you’re hurting. That’s not nothing. That’s not someone who doesn’t care.”

Y/n didn’t respond. Her eyes dropped back to the coffee, jaw clenched, like she was holding something in with everything she had.

Then Olga spoke, her voice quiet but sure. “You’re not a bad person, Y/n.”

Y/n’s head tilted slightly, like she wasn’t sure she heard right.

“You did something wrong,” Olga said, setting her fork down. “But that doesn’t erase who you are. It just means you’ve got something to fix. And I think you want to.”

“I messed up pretty badly,” Y/n muttered, the guilt settling deep in her chest.

“Yeah, you did,” Alexia replied, matter-of-fact. “Dragging someone into your mess, then acting like they betrayed you for telling the truth? That’s bad, Y/n.”

Y/n’s stomach twisted. The coffee didn’t taste so good anymore.

“Alexia!” Olga said, her voice a little sharper. “Maybe tone down the tough love for a second?”

“I didn’t mean to yell at her like that,” Y/n started, then stopped herself, unsure of how to explain.

“I know,” Alexia said, the words simple. The truth.

The rest of the breakfast passed in silence, save for the clink of forks and the weight of everything unspoken between them.

Later that day, the girls arrived.

Y/n collapsed onto the couch, booted foot propped on a cushion, and grabbed a controller. Jana flopped in next to her, grinning, while Salma and Vicky claimed the other seats. The TV displayed a bright start line for their favourite kart‑racing game.

3… 2… 1… Go!

Their digital engines roared to life, sparkles flying as each racer shot forward.

Y/n swerved one way, trying to dodge a banana peel. “So,” she grumbled, keeping her eyes on the screen, “how’s training been without me?”

Salma clipped past Y/n on the left. Calm as ever, she didn’t even glance back. “Kinda boring, actually. We keep looking for you to complain about something random at eight am, and you’re not there.”

Jana, who’d already taken the lead, laughed and flicked her kart’s boost. “Well, we can’t deny it’s… peaceful without one of your moods floating around the pitch, you know?”

Vicky slammed her kart into a wall. “Hey! You can’t say that to someone who’s literally bedridden.”

Y/n veers around a corner and takes the lead, barely missing a barrier. “Okay, Vicky, I don’t know if you’re defending me or insulting me,” she said.

Salma drifted beside Y/n’s kart. “You’re doing great.” Her tone was soft but encouraging. “Really—no one’s as clumsy with a controller as you.”

Y/n shot Salma a grumpy look. “I’m not clumsy. The game is rigged.”

Jana zipped past both of them and shouted, “Rigged in my favour!”

Y/n’s kart spun out of control on a hairpin turn. She slammed her controller down. “Okay, that’s it–no more talking. Focus on the race.”

They kept playing, but Y/n’s mind kept drifting to one person. 

Her gaze kept flickering toward her phone, her fingers itching to check for any update on Kika.

The few times she’d asked Alexia about how Kika was doing, Alexia would just shrug and tell her, “Ask her yourself.”

But that wasn’t helpful at all. Y/n wanted to know how Kika was really doing–not just the surface-level stuff, the stuff Alexia wouldn’t tell her. 

She knew she needed to talk to Kika, but the guilt from their last conversation made that feel harder.

“Okay, so… more training updates, please,” Y/n huffed, leaning back into the sofa, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. She crossed her arms and shot a glare at the TV. “Before I lose my mind.”

Salma, her kart cruising calmly in the lead, slowed down. She glanced over at Y/n with a raised eyebrow.

 “Honestly, it’s fine. We’ve been doing drills, working on our passing. Nothing too exciting.”

“And how’s, like…everybody?” Y/n asked casually, swerving her kart past Salma’s, bumping Jana out of the lead as she did.

Jana grumbled, throwing a playful glare in Y/n's direction, but her eyes stayed glued to the screen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Y/n shrugged, her gaze flicking to Salma. “You know, just like... everybody. How’s everyone doing?”

“Fine,” the three girls answered in unison, focused on their race, not missing a beat.

“Just fine? Nothing more happened?” Y/n asked, her eyes narrowing as she passed Jana’s kart again, earning another growl from her friend.

“What would you expect to happen?” Vicky asked. “You’ve been out for what, four days?”

Y/n huffed and raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter, still trying to get a rise out of them. “I don’t know, maybe... You know, someone getting a little too close for comfort? A fight breaking out? Some drama? I’m just asking.”

“Kika asked about you,” Salma said, super casually–like it was no big deal. Maybe for her, it wasn’t. But for Y/n? Yeah, kind of a big deal.

Her chest even did a weird little skip.

“Oh, she did?” Y/n asked, trying not to sound too eager. “What did she say?”

“She asked if you were getting better,” Jana replied before Salma could. “We told her we didn’t know, because it’d be easier to contact you via smoke signal than get a text back.”

Y/n groaned, blushing. Great. Add that to her imaginary list of how Kika saw her:

A rude teammate who yelled at her.

An emotionally reclusive hermit who ghosts her friends.

A dishonest player who hid an injury.

She didn’t even notice she’d zoned out until Vicky casually said, “Oh, Jana’s gonna hang out with Kika this weekend too.”

Y/n blinked, her foot twitched beneath the blanket, and nerves suddenly lit up. “Wait–what?”

Salma tilted her head, still playing. “Yeah, she’s showing her around the city or something.”

“It’s not a date,” Jana said quickly, barely glancing over. “She just asked for recommendations.”

Y/n sat up a little too fast. “So you’re, like, spending the whole day with her?”

Jana raised an eyebrow. “I mean, not the whole day. We’re getting food, maybe walking around. Why, you want to come?”

“No,” Y/n said immediately, too sharp, too fast. She cleared her throat and leaned back. “Why would I want that?”

Vicky, still completely oblivious, added, “Yeah, it’s actually nice. Kika’s been kind of quiet since you two…fight? Was that considered fighting? Anyway, she probably needs a break.”

“Right,” Y/n muttered, staring at the screen even though she wasn’t really seeing it anymore. “Makes sense.”

Salma didn’t say anything, but glanced sideways at Y/n, like she was starting to notice something off.

Jana leaned forward, tapping buttons furiously. “I was thinking about that new restaurant, the one you told me about?

“That one would be cool,” Y/n said flatly. She nudged her joystick a little harder, keeping her eyes on the screen. “She asked you, or you asked her?”

Jana shrugged. “I offered. Thought she’d like a change of pace.”

Y/n nodded, lips pressed together like it meant nothing. “Right. That’s nice of you.”

“Oh, and I’ve been partnered with Kika at training,” Jana added, still focused on the game. “Since you’re not there to partner with me and those two can’t seem to share with me.”

Y/n glanced over, raising a brow. “Really?”

“Yes, but I  kinda miss training with you,  you’re fast. Kika’s nice, though, really nice actually. She doesn’t talk much. But she’s funny when she does.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, just nodded a little and pressed her lips together, pretending she was laser-focused on not crashing her kart again.

Hours later, the girls said goodbye and headed out the front door. Y/n barely looked up, barely mumbled a goodbye, and then–slowly–got to her feet.

Brace squeaking slightly with every step, she made her way upstairs.

Alexia and Olga were curled up on Alexia’s bed, finally getting a moment alone. Olga had just leaned in–eyes soft, fingers brushing against Alexia’s jaw–when…

BANG.

Their bedroom door flew open without warning.

Y/n stood in the doorway. Her big black ankle brace practically took up half the hallway, her sock slipping slightly off her good foot, eyes stormy.

Alexia flinched and Olga yelped, scrambling apart like guilty teenagers.

“Qué coño—Y/n!” Alexia hissed, face pink. “You can’t just barge in!”

“Dios mío!” Olga gasped, grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it to her chest like a shield. 

Y/n barely blinked. “Alexia,” she said, voice dark. “I have a serious question.”

“Are you blind?!” Alexia asked. “Out!”

Olga was flailing silently in the background, still clutching the pillow. “Can you knock?! We always knock on your door!”

Y/n blinked slowly. “You left the door open.”

“We did not–!” Olga protested, then paused. “Okay, maybe it didn’t latch, but still!”

Alexia dragged a hand down her face, shoulders tensed, clearly trying to switch from horny to responsible in five seconds flat. “This better be good.”

“It is,” Y/n said, limping. “It’s serious.”

“Did something happen to your ankle? Are you okay?” Olga asked, concerned.

“I’m just–” Y/n began, but it looked like it was hard for her to say the right words.

Alexia sat up straighter. “Wait, wait. What happened, nena?”

Y/n took a deep breath like she was about to ask the most important question of her life.

“Can you…” she paused. “…as captain… forbid two players from partnering up in training?”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

“…What?” Olga asked.

“Like, can you… Make a rule?” Y/n insisted. “To stop people from… pairing with people they shouldn’t pair with?”

“Shouldn’t pair with? Alexia blinked, clearly confused. “What players are you talking about? Who can’t pair with whom?”

Y/n looked at her, deadpan. “Doesn’t matter.”

Olga looked like she was about to combust from embarrassment, but Alexia, still not sure what was happening, frowned. 

“You barged in here at 11 pm to ask me this question... and you don’t even tell me who the players are?”

Y/n nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

Alexia stared at her in disbelief. “You’re serious right now?”

“Yes,” Y/n said, crossing her arms and pouting like the world was against her. “It’s important, okay?”

Olga, now slightly calmer but still shaking her head at the whole situation, looked at Y/n. “You know, you could’ve just asked her in the morning, right?”

Y/n shot her a look that said, ‘I don’t have time for logic’, and turned back to Alexia. “Look, I just need to know if you can do it or not.”

Alexia sighed, rubbing her temples. “Y/n, you’re unbelievable. But sure, I can. I’ll talk to Romeu. But next time… knock?”

There was a pause.

Y/n opened her mouth like she was about to fire back, but then her eyes flicked to Olga–still curled up in bed, still hugging a pillow to her chest–and then to Alexia, who looked mildly traumatised and thoroughly unimpressed.

Her expression faltered.

“Oh,” Y/n said, blinking. “Shit. You were like… I interrupted–” She winced. “Oh my god”

Olga gave her a wide-eyed, slow nod.

Y/n’s face went a little red. She reached up and scratched the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact. “Okay. Yeah. That was maybe not my best entrance.”

“You think?” Alexia deadpanned.

“I panicked, alright?” Y/n mumbled. “I didn’t think it through. It felt urgent.”

Alexia raised a brow.

“…It wasn’t urgent,” Y/n admitted, shoulders slumping. “I’m gonna go. And like. Sleep. And pretend this never happened.”

She turned toward the door, then stopped and glanced back, still flushed. “Also, I did knock. Just, like… in my head.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Olga said gently, smiling despite herself.

Y/n nodded quickly, then shut the door behind her with a little more care this time.

Alexia stared at the door for a moment before flopping back into the bed with a groan. “Unbelievable.”

Olga laughed, settling beside her again. “You love her.”

“I do not,” Alexia muttered, but she didn’t sound convincing..

Alexia sank down on the edge of the bed, cross‑armed and still flushed from Y/n’s dramatic entrance.

“She really ruined my mood,” she said, eyes fixed on the empty doorway.

Behind her, Olga slipped in quietly, hands settling on Alexia’s shoulders. She pressed soft kisses along Alexia’s neck. “Amor,” she whispered, voice gentle. “She didn’t mean to.”

“She barged in at eleven o'clock,” Alexia grumbled, her voice still thick with frustration. “And demanded I make a rule about training pairs. She didn’t even say who. Just showed up like that, like–” She waved her hand in exasperation. “I get it, she’s serious, but really?”

Olga chuckled, brushing Alexia’s hair back. “She trusts you. That’s why she came to you.”

Alexia rolled her head, finally meeting Olga’s eyes. “She’s impossible.”

“But she’s our impossible,” Olga said, pulling Alexia into a tender hug. “Now, forget her for a second.”

Alexia gave in to a small smile, but it quickly faded as Olga’s lips pressed lightly against hers, the kiss slow and deliberate, almost teasing. 

Olga’s hands slid to the back of Alexia’s neck, guiding her deeper into the kiss, her breath warm against Alexia’s lips.

When they finally broke apart, Olga’s voice was low and sultry. “You’ve had a rough night, amor. Let me help you relax.”

Alexia let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding, her body responding to the softness of Olga’s touch. 

“I think you might be the only one who can,” she murmured, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as Olga’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Olga’s hands moved lower, sliding under the hem of Alexia’s shirt, caressing her skin with the same tenderness that made Alexia melt every time. “Relax, love. I’ve got you.”

Alexia’s breath hitched as Olga’s fingers teased along the waistband of her shorts, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Olga whispered, her lips brushing against Alexia’s neck.

Alexia’s head fell back slightly, a quiet moan escaping her lips. “You’re dangerous,” she whispered, hands trembling as they slid into Olga’s hair. “But yes... help me.”

Olga’s smile was mischievous as she kissed Alexia deeply again, her hands sliding lower. “I plan to,” she breathed against Alexia’s mouth before their lips met once more, a promise of passion and tension waiting to be released.

..

The kitchen was quiet, morning light filtering through the windows in soft, golden streaks. 

Y/n sat at the table, lazily stirring her cereal around, the spoon clinking against the bowl. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t even tired anymore.

Mostly, she just felt... unsettled.

It was too early — way earlier than she needed to be up — but sleep had refused to come, her brain trapped in a loop of what-ifs and worst-case scenarios.

Today was her first day back at the training centre. Not for real training, not yet.

Just physio. Just recovery.

But somehow, it felt even scarier.

The soft thud of footsteps snapped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She stiffened automatically, already knowing who it was without looking up.

Alexia and Olga shuffled into the kitchen, both of them still half-asleep, still wrapped in their morning routine.

Alexia was rubbing her eyes, hair sticking up in every direction. Olga followed, yawning into her sleeve, the hem of her oversized Barça sweatshirt hanging halfway down her thighs.

“You look ridiculous when you wake up,” Olga teased, grabbing the coffee pot with practised ease.

Alexia snorted, not missing a beat. “I always look good, even half-dead.”

Without thinking, she reached out, wrapping her arms around Olga's waist and pressing a lazy kiss to her temple. "Don't forget it."

Y/n stared down into her cereal like it had personally offended her.

Her face burned.

God, why did they have to be so... so normal about it? So affectionate, like it was just a part of breathing?

It made something twist in her chest.

Desperate to break the moment, Y/n coughed — loud enough to get their attention.

Both Alexia and Olga froze like they had been caught stealing cookies, and then slowly turned to face her.

“Y/n?” Alexia blinked, clearly surprised. “You’re up? This early?”

Y/n shrugged, awkward, defensive. “Couldn’t sleep.”

There was a beat of silence, thick with everything unspoken — the nerves, the anxiety, the way Y/n kept wringing her hands under the table.

Olga softened first, stepping away from the coffee machine and leaning on the counter casually. “Nervous about physio?” she asked, her voice warm and calm.

Y/n nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on the swirling milk in her bowl. “Yeah. I mean... It's just physio. It’s not even real training yet. But...”

She trailed off, not sure how to explain the weight pressing down on her chest.

“You don’t have to pretend it’s nothing," Alexia said, squeezing her shoulder as she walked past. “You’re allowed to be nervous. It's normal.”

Y/n gave her a tiny, half-hearted smile, appreciating the gesture even if she didn’t know how to say it out loud.

Olga grabbed two mugs from the cabinet and started pouring coffee, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’ll drive you,” she said casually. “Alexia’s leaving with the team for the away game, but I’ll take you. We can grab lunch after, if you want.”

Y/n looked up, startled by the offer.

“You don't have to,” Y/n said quickly, panicking a little at the thought of being a burden. “I can take an Uber.”

Olga smiled, soft and patient. “Don’t be silly, I want to.”

“And,” Alexia added with a teasing grin, already pouring protein powder into a bottle, “if you don't take her offer, she’ll just go anyway–she’s been craving some weird sandwich she saw on Instagram.”

Olga shrugged, not denying it.

Y/n ducked her head to hide the stupid, small smile that tugged at her mouth.

“Alright, you drive me and we’ll have lunch after.”

..

The training centre was quiet.

Too quiet.

Y/n limped through the hallways, her boot thudding softly against the floor, the distant echo of her steps the only thing filling the silence. 

The rest of the team was away for an away game, and for once, she was grateful. No stares. No whispers. No conversation of ‘I know you’re gonna be back soon.’

She thought she would be more upset about missing games.

But the truth was that pain didn’t even compare to the heavier guilt dragging at her.

Disappointing Alexia, lying to Olga, hurting the team’s trust... hurting Kika — that stung far worse than missing a few matches.

Games could be won again. Trophies could be earned later. But the damage she had done to people who trusted her? That wasn’t so easy to fix.

The thought of facing Kika again made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

Y/n was a coward.

And she still didn’t know how she was supposed to look Kika in the eye — or what she was going to say when she finally did.

Unfortunately, the thought of not seeing Kika was also uncomfortable too. 

So for now, it was good, just her. And the physiotherapist.

The physio room was bright with natural light pouring through the windows, a soft breeze drifting in from the open ones. 

It smelled faintly like antiseptic and eucalyptus cream. Familiar and sterile and oddly calming.

“Morning,” the physio greeted her with a warm smile. He helped her settle onto the padded table and gently removed the boot.

“First day back,” Y/n muttered, leaning back on her elbows. “Can’t wait.”

He chuckled, running practised hands over her ankle and calf, checking the swelling, the tension, the way her skin twitched when he pressed certain points.

“You’ve still got a bit of inflammation,” he said after a beat, frowning slightly as he moved her foot gently. “I know the scan looked decent, but your muscle’s a little more aggravated than I’d like.”

Y/n’s brows pulled together. “So…?”

He paused before responding, professional but honest. “We’ll take it day by day, but don’t be surprised if this goes a little longer than two weeks. Maybe closer to three. A week and some change, at least.”

Y/n blinked at him, then stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

“It’s not a setback,” he added quickly. “It’s just… your body asking for more time. You pushed through pain longer than you should’ve, so now it needs more care.”

Y/n let out a humourless laugh. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

They didn’t say much after that. He walked her through some gentle range-of-motion exercises, icing, and light stim. It was boring. Repetitive. But it kept her mind from spiralling too far.

Still, as she sat back and watched the ice wrap tighten around her ankle, all she could think was: another game I’ll miss. Another day watching from the sidelines. And even worse, Alexia was right.

She didn't know why that stung so much.

Maybe because it meant she’d messed up even more than she thought.

Maybe because she wasn’t sure how to fix it.

..

The next day, the girls were back at training, following their usual routine while Y/n sulked into the physio room.

Y/n sat on the edge of the physio table, ankle freshly iced, her leg propped up, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of her shorts.

The window in front of her gave her the perfect view of the training pitch. She hadn’t meant to look. But she couldn’t stop once she saw her.

Kika.

Out there in her bright training kit, laughing at something Jana said, her ponytail bouncing behind her as she jogged toward the rondo circle. 

She looked light. Relaxed. Like everything was normal.

Y/n stared longer than she should’ve. Long enough to realise she was looking for any signs that Kika was hurt, that Kika was mad at her. 

When she had yelled at Kika, Kika hadn’t yelled back; she stood composed, and just let Y/n say whatever she wanted. 

Alexia and Jana had both said Kika was quiet after it happened. Sad, maybe. Withdrawn. But now? Kika was out there with Jana, playing, moving, laughing.

Like she didn’t miss her at all. 

And why would she? Y/n wouldn’t miss someone who screamed in her face for trying to help or for, well, caring.

Y/n sighed, leaning back slightly on her hands. Her ankle throbbed, but not half as much as her pride. Because in the end… she’d stormed into Alexia and Olga’s room for nothing.

When they all sat down for breakfast this morning, pretending, Alexia looked at her sideways. They hadn’t had an opportunity to talk about that, since Alexia had left quickly yesterday.

“So… which two girls did you not want training together?” She asked, trying to sound casual as she passed the toast to Olga. 

And that’s when it hit her.

How stupid she must have looked. How ridiculous the whole thing sounded once it was out in the open.

So Y/n just mumbled that it didn’t matter anymore and asked Alexia to drop it.

Which she did… eventually. But not before Alexia took a long, dramatic pause, scanned every expression Y/n made like she was solving a case, and promised herself she’d figure it out on her own.

Y/n, however, didn’t budge.

And now here she was.

Stuck in the physio room.

Still kind of mad.

Still kind of heartbroken.

And Kika just kept training.

Y/n shifted in her seat, uncomfortable in a way that had nothing to do with her ankle. Her stomach twisted. Her chest, too.

Was it guilt? Jealousy? Something in between?

Y/n didn’t know. She just knew it didn’t feel good. Y/n needed to apologise. That much was clear. But not yet. Not like this.

She was still too wound up, too raw, too snappy. And Kika didn’t deserve another version of her that couldn't get her emotions in check. She deserved someone steady. Honest. Calm.

Someone that Y/n didn’t feel like right now.

Besides, there was another match in two days. The team needed to focus. 

Kika needed to focus. And the last thing Y/n wanted to do was drag her into more drama right before a game.

She would give it time. She would let her own head settle first.

Then maybe, when her voice wasn’t edged with guilt or deflection, when her heart wasn’t beating weird in her chest just from seeing Kika smile at someone else, then she’d figure out the right words.

For now, all she could do was watch.

And hope Kika was doing okay.

..

After physio, Y/n trudged toward the locker room to grab her things, her brace thudding heavily against the floor.

Her body ached, her headache, and all she wanted was to disappear into her room and sleep for a week.

She had managed to avoid Kika the entire day — hiding behind corners, ducking into empty hallways like a criminal.

Not her proudest strategy, but it had worked. So far.

She pushed the locker room door open and froze.

Jana was sitting inside, tying her shoes slowly, looking up with a small smile, when she spotted her.

Y/n nodded back, cautious. She knew Jana. Knew her too well. Since they were fourteen, Y/n could always tell when Jana had something to say — and right now, the way Jana’s knee bounced nervously gave it away immediately.

Y/n stuffed her water bottle into her bag, pretending she didn’t notice.

“Hey,” Jana said casually. “How’s physio going?”

Y/n shrugged, zipping up her bag. “Bad. They pushed my rehab from two weeks to three.”

Jana winced. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Y/n said shortly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She was two seconds away from bolting when she caught Jana fidgeting again.

She sighed. “Just spill it, Jana.”

Jana blinked. “Wow. You sound like Alexia now.”

Y/n stiffened, narrowing her eyes. “What do you want?”

Jana laughed a little, but there was still something hesitant about her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then said, “Just be honest with me... does it bother you that I’m pairing up with Kika?”

Y/n nearly dropped her bag.

Her face went up in flames instantly. “What? No! Of course not!” she said way too fast, way too loud.

Jana just raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“It’s just…” Jana continued carefully, “Alexia’s been weird lately. Super intense about who pairs with whom during drills. And then after I told you that Kika and I were training together... You kind of got quiet?”

Y/n stared at her, frozen, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“I mean, it’s fine if it does,’ Jana added quickly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, I can partner with Esmee or–”

Y/n forced a laugh, waving a hand. “It’s not—it’s nothing, really. You’re reading too much into it.”

Jana gave her a knowing look.

Not pushing.

But not buying it, either.

“Okay,” she said simply, grabbing her bag and heading for the door.

Y/n stood there for a second, heart hammering, cheeks still burning, feeling like she had barely survived an ambush.

When Y/n finally made it outside, she spotted Alexia’s car parked near the entrance, engine running. Alexia was in the driver’s seat, tapping her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.

Y/n hobbled faster, threw her bag into the backseat, and climbed into the passenger seat with a grunt.

The moment the door shut, Alexia sighed dramatically. “Ay, qué demora!” [You took too long,] she muttered under her breath.

Y/n turned to her, glaring. “Have you ever been subtle for a single day in your life?”

Alexia blinked, confused. “Qué?”

“You!” Y/n said, flailing a little. “Are you going around during training, staring at who pairs up with whom?”

Alexia looked at her like she was the crazy one.

“You asked me to!”

“I know!” Y/n said, throwing her hands up. “But I thought you would be more subtle about it!”

Alexia scoffed, pulling out of the parking lot. “And how exactly am I supposed to be subtle if you don’t even tell me which players you’re worried about?”

Y/n groaned, sliding down in her seat. “Oh my god. Forget it. I’m not telling you anything anymore.”

“Good,” Alexia said immediately. “Maybe then I won't have a nineteen-year-old walking in on me and my wife at eleven pm.”

“Let it go, tio!” Y/n exclaimed, “I already said I was sorry!”

The drive was mostly silent.

Both of them were sitting there, arms crossed, matching stubborn frowns on their faces. The tension between them hung heavy in the air — not angry, exactly, but dense with unspoken words.

Y/n stared out the window, pretending not to care. Alexia kept her eyes on the road, pretending not to glance over every few minutes.

Finally, Alexia sighed quietly, soft enough that Y/n almost missed it.

“I didn’t mean it,” Alexia muttered.

Y/n blinked, turning to her. “What?”

“I didn’t mean…” Alexia shrugged, one hand loosening on the steering wheel. “I didn’t mean to say that I’m glad you won’t tell me stuff anymore, I want you to, you can talk to me about anything.”

Y/n stayed quiet, fiddling with the strap of her bag.

Alexia cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Look, I’m captain. I know what happens in the team. Sí?”

Y/n nodded slowly. “Yeah... and?”

“And…” Alexia tapped her fingers on the wheel, searching for the right words. “I’ve known you since you were a little girl. Since you couldn’t even tie your own boots properly.”

Y/n’s face flushed, but she didn’t argue.

“I’m just saying,” Alexia continued, voice a little gentler now, “that maybe... hypothetically... if you had feelings for someone—” she waved a hand, casually, like it meant nothing “—you could tell me. I wouldn’t be mad. Or weird. Even if they were from the team.”

Y/n’s entire body stiffened, heat rushing up her neck like a fire.

“I mean, you know,” Alexia added, half-smiling, “we already have a few couples. It’s not a big deal.”

Y/n whipped around, absolutely burning red.

“What made you think that?! I don’t— I don’t like anyone!”

Alexia bit her lip, clearly fighting a smile. “I didn’t say you did. I said if you did.”

"Well, good," Y/n huffed, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. "I'm glad you don’t think I do because I don’t!”

Alexia snorted quietly but didn’t push it further. She just drove, humming lightly under her breath.

Meanwhile, Y/n stared out the window again, jaw clenched, willing her heart to stop racing — and trying very hard not to think about a certain brunette that she still owed apologies to.

..

I had so much fun writing the scene where they're playing video games + yn walking in on Alexia and Olga haha!! Hope you guys enjoyed it!! <3

[pinkaditty]

Victim (Perv!SlightYan!Haku Kusanagi x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

Part 1: There's a Snake under your Bed!

being held at gunpoint uhhhhmmmm sorry! haku’s my fav! bang!

a/n: so i can’t get this idea out of my head. enjoy. it's been swimming in my head for literal DAYS. please eat and enjoy this or ill cry. also blame aya she put so much perv! haku shit on my dash that i went in2 cardiac arrest and had 2 write this LMFAOOAOAO

summary: haku walks you back after hanging out at hotarubi. the rain traps you inside.

cw: perverted haku kusanagi, slight yandere/unhinged haku kusanagi (?), weird behavior, implied peeping tom, etc etc u guys know the drill. NOT PROOFREAD i just edited the typos idk if it's perfect. ill polish it later maybe.

QUICK BLURB: @kkink recently contacted me and was kind enough to let me know that we both had the same ideas for this prompt and they have written something similar. im not sure if they've posted theirs yet, but please check them out! they were super nice and were really concerned about it, so give them some love please!

BEFORE YOU READ: ok last thing: i personally hc haku 2 be a natural redhead. his hair is probably copper. why? bc his roots, even in his cat and chibi sprites, are shown to be red. i think he just chooses 2 dye his hair green, but you can't dye your lashes (safely, at least), which is why his lashes in this fic are described as copper. okok that's all.

It starts when you accidentally let it slip that Haku’s your favorite ghoul. Not that anybody—including Haku himself—didn’t really know, but hearing it from you is different altogether. 

He was walking you back to the chapel after you spent the afternoon at Hotarubi. There was no particular reason for your visit, just to see the ghouls and perhaps escape from the otherwise chaotic atmosphere of Darkwick campus. As ever, Haku, Subaru, and Zenji were welcoming, and happily accommodated you with sweets, tea, pleasant conversation, and the soft pattering of the rain filling any silence. You miss the constant rain in Hotarubi every time you leave, even if it’s raining on Darkwick campus in general. 

Haku keeps his pace a bit slower than usual so you can keep up, clearly not in any rush to drop you off. He’s humming a pleasant tune, one of the many ones you’ve heard him play on his flute before. You appreciated his leisurely attitude, smiling to yourself. Something about when he hums or plays on his flute makes you feel relaxed, even with all that’s happening on campus. You are content to let the silence continue, filled with the rumbling of the sky signaling thunder, and Haku’s pleasant humming. 

Unfortunately, either a higher power has a grudge against you or Darkwick is cursed, because in mere moments, a soft drizzle that had you and Haku speedwalking to your door turned into a surprisingly heavy downpour, right as you turn the corner to the chapel. With the two of you soaked, it hardly seemed worth it to speed walk any longer.

You exchange glances with Haku, taking in his drenched form. Your amusement must show on your face, for his eyes crinkle with mirth as well. You think for a moment his eyes linger on your chest, but maybe you're imagining it. 

Finally on the front steps of the chapel, you open your door and tumble into the much warmer, drier environment. You look back to Haku, just as he's waving farewell. 

“See you around, princess." He winks at you, smiling brightly despite the rain. "Come by again sometime.”

He's about to turn on his heel and march back to Hotarubi in the rain when you reach out and grasp his wrist. It almost slips out of your hand from how slick it is due to the rain.

"No, stay.” 

He whips his head around and glances at your firm grip on his wrist, a light blush coming to his face. As he turns his gaze back to you, he smiles wryly. “Why, need help getting undressed after all this rain?” His eyes narrow with mirth, and another emotion you can’t quite place.

A blush colors your face but you don’t respond, a bit surprised by his forwardness. Haku was always forward with you, but you can never tell if he’s being serious or not. 

Your silence must have spooked him, because he turns away, his smile fading just a little. “Kidding, I promise.” You almost wish he wasn’t. He turns back to you, smiling brightly as though the joke really hadn’t meant anything. “Really though, I should get back to Hotarubi. Subaru’s waiting on me.”

His excuses barely phase you, and they don’t help to loosen your grip, either. You tug him inside, and he reluctantly follows, albeit with some resistance. “Subaru will understand. I can’t let you catch a cold.” You release his wrist once he’s inside and quickly shut the door behind him, effectively trapping him inside. You then tug him along to your room, biting back a smile when you feel his resistance fade. 

You open the door and usher Haku inside, pressing your hands insistently on his back until he relents and slinks inside, standing awkwardly close to the door like a lost wet cat. You shut the door behind him again, walking into your room comfortably. You turn to him, only to notice his eyes scanning the room, as though committing it to memory, before his eyes halt on something just over your shoulder. You turn around questioningly, only to realize in your rush to leave for Hotarubi, you had left a small pile of clothes in front of your bed, including some embarrassingly patterned intimates. Your face colors immediately, and you rush over, nearly tripping over your feet to get to the pile. You bundle the small pile in your arms, looking towards Haku apologetically. You stammer before finding the right words, painfully aware of Haku’s amused gaze boring into you. “S-Sorry! Um, I was in a rush before I left for Hotarubi, and—”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Haku cuts you off, shaking his head. “I’m the same way. Back home, I’d leave my jackets lying around so frequently I’d trip over them pretty often.” He scratches the back of his neck, smiling shyly. 

You tilt your head at him, forgetting you’re holding a pile of panties and bras as you turn towards him. “Huh.” You take a moment to absorb this new information, smiling softly. It was funny how the heir to a rather prestigious Shinto shrine was so normal with odd habits of his own. It made your heart swell with familiarity. “What did your family think of that?" 

He shakes his head, glancing away. “My family hardly went in my room.” From the uncharacteristically stoic tone in his voice, you assumed it wasn’t a topic he wanted to talk about. You respect that, letting the slightly awkward silence settle over you two. Before long, you notice him intermittently glancing at the pile of clothes you still carried in your arms. You rush to shove them into your hamper, moving it out of sight behind a chair. It’s when he laughs that you realize you may have gone overboard.

“I hope you don’t invite just any guy over when you’ve got your clothes lying around like that.” Haku jokes, scuffing his shoes against the wooden floor. A wry smile twists his face again, and his gaze flickers from you to where you hid the hamper. “Some of them might get the wrong idea, you know.” With the way his gaze fixates on you as he says that, you are almost inclined to believe that was a warning against him specifically. You suppress a shiver and blink at him curiously instead, smiling amusedly.

“Well, I know I can trust you!” You turn away, heading towards a closet to collect some towels for the two of you. “You’re my favorite ghoul.”

You grab two white towels and shuffle back to Haku, noticing he seems rather stiff and wide-eyed. He clicks his tongue as he regains his relaxed composure, smirking at you as though he were fine moments ago. “You say that to all the ghouls I bet.” He chuckles.

“No, just you.” You’re standing rather close to Haku, using your own towel to dry off your hair. You’re uncomfortably aware of how your uniform sticks to your body. It makes you shiver, holding the towel tight against your neck. When you look up again, Haku’s gaze snaps upwards to meet yours. You were sure he’d been looking at your chest just now, but maybe you’re overthinking it. “I know I’m technically not allowed favorites,” you start, a teasing smile growing on your face, “but you’ve been so kind. How could you not be my favorite?” You smile cheerily at him before stepping back and focusing on drying your hair, relieving yourself from some of the stagnant chill of the rapidly cooling water. 

Instead of painstakingly attempting to dry your uniform blazer, you decide to try and peel it off. You’ve barely managed to shrug it off your shoulders before you turn back to Haku. He jumps slightly, his gaze flickering to your face, as though he’d been in a trance. “You should take off your wet blazer, too. You’ll still catch a cold if you keep wet clothes on.” 

You turn away and struggle with your blazer a bit more, the sleeves and back insistently stuck to your skin thanks to the rain. Haku laughs behind you, and you hear approaching footsteps. “You know princess, I am always down to help you undress.” His voice lowers in tone by a few notes. You shiver as a warm hand settles on your shoulder. Even warmer breath curls around your ear and you fight the urge to shiver again. “All you have to do is ask.” You can almost feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, but choose to ignore it, letting him take hold of one of the sleeves of your blazer.

He’s definitely only teasing you. Your face is burning from the sudden closeness, and you’re almost certain the stifled chuckle from behind is him enjoying your embarrassed, speechless state. He successfully helps you wiggle out of one arm of the blazer, and you think you feel his fingers tracing your bra straps before he helps you slide out of the other arm of your blazer. 

You turn towards him, and he hands your blazer back to you, looking smug. Something flickers in his eyes, but you can’t quite place what. He almost looks excited. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” You reluctantly hum an agreement, rolling your eyes. He could tease you all he wanted, but that didn’t mean you’d play along forever. 

Still amused, Haku turns away and begins peeling his own blazer off. For a moment, you’re stuck watching his movements, observing how his skin peeks through the drenched layers of his shirt, watching as his shoulders flexed when he tugged on his sleeves. Droplets of water still hang from his hair, gently clinging to the back of his neck. You hear him chuckle, and look up to find his gaze fixed on you over his shoulder. “It’s rude to stare, princess.” 

To prove a point, you turn away, huffing indignantly. You use your towel to attempt to dry off some more, but even with that, you still feel unusually cold. You glance longingly towards your bathroom, imagining the benefits of a hot shower. But that would probably be rude to do, especially with Haku here. You sigh and place your towel atop a chair, sitting on it so you don't get the chair wet. Haku joins you, sitting on a chair next to you. You watch as a stray droplet of water slides down the side of his face, eventually dipping down his jaw and sliding down his neck before disappearing below the collar of his uniform shirt. Idly, you wonder if the droplet joined the clinging moisture of his top, or continued rolling down his slightly exposed collarbone. 

Before you can think to check, Haku clears his throat, and you lift your gaze to meet his. “Using your hands is far more effective than using your eyes to undress me." He winks at you, his smile curling into something less teasing and more genuinely suggestive. 

You exclaim, embarrassed at having been caught staring again, and once again tripped up by his forwardness. You scramble to retort in time, folding your arms in front of your chest, not missing how Haku’s gaze drops shamelessly. “If you keep making jokes about us being undressed, I'm going to start assuming it's something you want to do." You smirk at him, your face lighting up with mirth. “There's a bit of truth in every joke, after all." You speak in a singsong voice, further teasing Haku. Of course, you didn't want the jokes to stop, but that didn't mean you couldn't tease him about any potential desires he could be unaware of.

The way Haku looks at you as you tease him sends a curious shiver down your spine. The way his tongue flicks across his lips for a moment paired with his piercing gaze reminds you of a snake. His smile is neither teasing, nor suggestive, but almost sinister in nature. “What, you want the truth of me being a pervert who wants to see you undressed?” 

Something about his tone was teasing, but there wasn't the slightest hint of a lie in what he suggested. You aren't sure what expression you're making, too focused on suppressing the nervous, wild smile that threatened to spread across your face. You open and close your mouth, trying to find a response, but any witty or even lackluster responses fail to come to you.

Haku bursts out in laughter, but something about it feels somewhat forced. “I’m kidding, I promise!" He says between remnant chuckles, the mirth not quite reaching his eyes. “Gosh, you should see your face." He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his hands. He points at your face, smirking. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn that color.”

You bury your face in your hands, not bothering to look up when Haku continues laughing. He was only teasing, you were sure of that…

You decide to simply ignore him again, shivering. You hug yourself with your arms, looking longingly towards your bathroom again. It'd have to wait. You glance towards the window, noting the rain still pattering. You shiver again without realizing, wondering if it would be too far to take your soaked shirt off and wrap your towel around yourself instead. 

“Go ahead." Haku speaks up, and when you turn towards him, he jerks his head towards your bathroom. “I don't mind." 

You shake your head, smiling politely. “No, it’s fine! It’d be rude of me to shower while a guest is over—”

Haku shrugs at your words before cutting you off. “And who is a guest to interrupt her highness’s shower?” He smiles fondly at your perplexed expression, glancing towards the window. “The rain’s letting up, anyway. I won’t be here much longer, so it doesn’t matter.” 

You try not to deflate at Haku’s mention of his eventual departure. Instead, you gaze at him warily, trying to ensure he really is okay with you disappearing for twenty minutes or so. He simply returns your gaze, blinking slowly, an easy smile on his face. 

You relent, finally turning away after feeling your skin prickle with something between excitement and hesitance. You look towards the shower again, before glancing at him once more out of the corner of your eye. He sighs and holds out his hand, his pinky outstretched. “Here, I promise I won’t do anything strange.” He smiles again, his expression seemingly open and trusting, the same Haku you first met on the train several months ago. “You can trust me. I’m your favorite, right?” His smile turns cheeky, and you try and fail to resist returning his smile. You reach out with your pinky too, circling it around his own. His skin is warm to the touch, and you notice a callous on his fingertip, probably from years of perfecting the flute. 

After holding his pinky for a moment too long, you finally pull away and lift yourself from the chair, gathering a fresh outfit before heading for the shower. You pretend not to feel Haku’s gaze following your movements. 

You give Haku a slight wave before closing the door to the bathroom, leaning your back on the door. You still felt a bit odd about all of this, but he was still your favorite ghoul. You were sure you could trust him to not pillage your dresser like you’d expect some other ghouls to do with reckless abandon. 

You pause as you start undressing, thinking to yourself for a moment. You trace the straps of your bra in the same way you were sure Haku had earlier when he helped you take off your blazer. He’s been nothing but decent, if not a little flirtatious. Sure, his actions and jokes were questionable, and both Subaru and Zenji have had to metaphorically pull on his leash every now and again, but he was still kind. Perhaps this had something to do with why he was so awkward and hesitant about being alone with you? You decide to halt your thoughts there and swallow the desire of indecency from him. You clench your jaw, feeling your body heat up as you attempt to stave off your arousal. You were definitely due for a cold shower to at least shake these thoughts off. 

You flinch at the cold temperature of the water when you finally step inside, and after feeling like you were somewhat clean of perverse desires, you turn the water back to a warmer temperature. As you bathe, grateful for the warm water at long last, you glance at the door momentarily. It’s cracked open, a golden eye framed by copper lashes gazing at you through the space. You look away, not having fully absorbed the scene. A jolt passes through you as what you just saw settles in. You suddenly startle and quickly move to cover yourself, looking back at the door, just a split second from when you’d first glanced. 

It was closed. 

You blink at the closed door, feeling your heartbeat thump insistently in your chest. You heave, your mouth hanging open in shock. You place a hand on your chest, keeping your gaze on the door. After a few minutes of silently staring at the door, you allow yourself to minutely relax, reducing the tremor in your arms to a barely noticeable tremble. You breathe deeply, each exhale coming out like a sigh of relief. You blink a few more times, as though to clear your vision, and turn back to the door. Still closed. You shake your head and return to bathing, mulling over what you had seen. There really was no other explanation besides you potentially hallucinating that, right? Right. Perhaps you hadn’t looked closely enough and had seen what you wanted to see, right? Right. Haku was pretty harmless, right? …Well, he is a ghoul. But besides that, he’s harmless. Probably. And when you think about it, you’d give the same judgement to most of the ghouls on campus, anyway. Probably harmless so long as you didn’t piss them off. You nod to yourself, shaking your head again as you turn off the water. You hadn’t seen anything, after all.

As you’re drying off, moisturizing, and getting dressed in a fresh outfit, you notice a puddle of something just inside the room, right in front of the door. It was almost invisible against the white tile, but still there nonetheless. It was a white, milky, translucent substance. You finish dressing after keeping an eye on it like the puddle would escape. You open the bathroom door as you gaze at it, walking past it. It looks like it could be some of your vanilla-scented soap, but—

“Hey,” Haku calls to you from the front of the room, adjusting his blazer. One look at the windows tells you the rain has finally let up, bits of sun shining through gaps in the clouds. You trot out of the bathroom, puddle forgotten, and approach Haku. 

You exaggerate a pout, crossing your arms. “Leaving already?”

Haku laughs, reaching out and swiping his knuckle under your chin, lifting your face. “Cheer up,” he says before pulling back, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’ll come visit another time.”

You huff, shooing him away with your hands. He chuckles and turns away, opening the door. “First you’re pouting, and now you’re shooing me away?” 

“Subaru’s waiting, isn’t he?” You cross your arms and lean on the doorway, watching as he makes his way to the entrance of the chapel.

Haku sucks in a breath, a grimace forming on his face. “Ah, yeah.” Haku rubs a hand on the back of his neck. “Hope I’m not in trouble…” He mumbles to himself, opening the chapel door and stepping outside. He looks back and waves, cheeky smile on his face. He’s probably thinking about how he’s your favorite ghoul. 

You wave back, and wait until the door finally closes to step back inside your own room, closing the other door behind you. Your fingers curl into your palms as you try not to excitedly run over to the side of your bed. You tamp down your excitement, walking slowly. You crouch next to the corner of your bed and try to wipe the stupid smile off of your face before peeking around the corner at the hamper full of clothes you’d stashed here earlier. The pile was noticeably lacking, even smaller than it was before. The most obvious and memorable patterns were still there, but you could tell a few of your intimates were definitely missing. You try not to let your smile grow wider, biting down harshly on your lips. 

He’d taken the bait. 

a/n: is literally vibrating with excitement IM FINISHED OH MY GODDDD THIS TOOK SO LONGGGGG EVERYONE PLEASE ENJOY!!!!!!!! god i hope this is literally PERFECT i spent 4ever making it just right so i hope it gets y'alls toes curling or whatever amen!

shamelessly, as per usual, please, i love likes, but especially comments, tagged reblogs, and asks detailing how much you enjoyed my work! im catering to you! please, let me know if you liked it!

ok let me. try and stop shaking IMS OS EXCITED 2 POST!!!!!!! okok im done

4got 2 add this in earlier but self-indulgent: in case ur like me and cannot stop pacing bc of perv!haku x reader, here's the songs i listened 2 while writing this:

"judas" and "monster" by lady gaga

"mind brand" by maretu

"gasoline" by halsey

taglist: @cupcakesmoothie @aayakashii @sunskosh @despairingy-obsessed @glamorousspoon @mmy-meow

want 2 join the tkdb taglist? let me know!

[jellojellyfish20]

the lady and the doll

chapter 2, part 1

it had been 3 years since you left the manor and you were so happy. you lived in your dream home in Ireland. the place and land were beautiful. Isha liked it too. she said fresh air and a nice place keeps the mind healthy. you work as toymaker now for kids. you toys got so popular their demanded world wide. it was hard work but you were able to build up you work empire with blood, sweet, and tears. plus if this failed you hard a master in computer science and could get a job fixing computers. you were happy and were living well. but today you were not happy. not because the day was terrible and inconvenient its because of him. you never thought you'd see Bruce Wayne in a bar. you could see the head lines if people in Gotham did. you seat in you designated spot in the bar. side eyeing Bruce as he sat next to you.

"hello {name}" he said sitting next to you. watching as you ordered a ginger ale. "hello Bruce" you said. Bruce's jaw tightened a little as you called him by his name. "you'd call your parent by their name?" he asked. "what parent all I'm looking at now is a stranger" you responded raising a brow at him. Bruce frowned as he looked at you. he admits he wasn't the best father but now he want to fix his mistakes. "i see that doll is not with you." Bruce said looking at your back seeing the backpack you use to carry Isha in all the time gone. "Isha doesn't like bars, she said their dangers to delicate things like her. " you replied as you took a sip of your ginger ale. Bruce looked at the bar top staring at the glass of whiskey in his hands. "{name} i want to apologize of how i treated you at the manor, your brothers miss you" he said looking at you as you continued taking sips of your ginger ale. "HA! miss me? And people say you aren't funny." you said smiling slamming down your ginger ale then glare at Bruce. "what a load horse shit, they don't miss me. come up with a better lie at least geez." you said rolling your eyes. "language, and I'm not lying, they do miss you, I'm not the only one that came to see you." he said. you froze at that statement. you knew the only Bruce was in the bar but if the others were here. if they were even here, that would mean. "Isha!" you yelled slamming money down on the bar top and running out the bar to your home. "{name}!" bruce called out, watching as you ran out the bar.

when you made it to your house slamming open your door running to your study. "Isha!" you slammed the door to your study open as you looked around franticly for Isha. then saw her. "oh thank goodness!" your dashed toward her picking her up. "are you ok?" you asked looking for any cracks or blemishes. "i am fine {name}, do not fret my child." Isha spoke. "well that's not creepy at all." a voice called out behind you. you snapped your head to the intruder. "Richard Grayson." Isha said if were possible isha would have narrowed her eyes but she couldn't. "why do you dare blacken our doorstop?" she said with a snarl in her tone. "calm down. we not here to hurt you. both of you." dick said smiling. "why should believe you? you never cared what happen to us before?" you said as you stared at him. "and for that i am truly sorry." he said walking forward. making you back up furrowing your brows. "so guilt is what brought you here?" isha asked. dick looked ashamed as he lowered his head. "i- we are sorry for how we treated you." dick said raising his head reach out to hug you. but that only made you back up more. "both of you" dick said looking at sha too. "acknowledging me wont get you anywhere boy." she said. "oh i like her." another voice called out. you snapped your head to the left of dick and there stood Jason. smiling with his arms crossed he shoved dick out of the way and stepped towards you, eyeing your study. "so this is where your lovely ideas are created." jason said to himself sitting in your desk chair.

"you know of our work?" you ask. "our?" dick asked. "isha helps with my ideas. i cant take all the credit." you say holding isha close to your chest. "my darling as much as i love that you are worried about me hold me any tighter i might be unable to breath" isha called out. "oh sorry isha." you say gently moving her and your arms in a different position to hold her. "I do apologize for hurting you and isha, {name}" a voice said from up above. you looked up in fear as damien jumping down from the second level of your study that held the bookshelves of your toys, dolls, stuffed animals, music boxes, action figures. all your hard work.

you stared at Damien a little bit in fear. "well i accept the apology you only just broke off my arm" Isha said sarcastically. Damien frowned as he stared at Isha then at you. "has she been able to talk this whole time?" Damien asked. "i have but i just thought all of you except {name} were unworthy to hear my voice." Isha said. "big words coming from someone that's unable to move their whole body on their own." Jason said. "lets not fight please" dick said trying to break up the fight. "always have to be the mediator huh Richard?" Isha said with boredom in her tone. dick frowned. "why are you being so rude?" dick asked. "why should i be nice to the people who treated my child like shit?" Isha asked for someone who could not move or make facial expressions her voice was very expressive. you looked at isha then back to the Wayne boys realizing one was missing. "where's timothy?" you ask. "Tim is back at the manor with Alfred prepare for to come back home" Jason said. "ah how lovely of course he wouldn't come. always so busy huh?" Isha snapped, jason frowned. "wait! wait! what do you mean for us to come home?" you asked. "i second that notion what makes you think we'll go back to that place at all?" isha asked. "because we need you there" dick said grabbing your hand. you jumped at that trying to pull your hand away from his grip.

[jyoongim]

This is more of an idea (feel free to not respond btw)

But what if married reader gets knocked up with Alastors fawn and the husband divorced her once he realizes the baby isn’t his? You can bet your ass that the deer daddy is already trying to ensnare the reader in his grasp lol

Hehehe i have never written a Part 2 so fast !

Part 1

————————————————————————

“Oh my Satan dear! Look at you! Ya look like you’re bout to pop!” Rosie exclaimed when you walked in her shop.

’Pop’ was an understatement.

You were very near the end of your pregnancy and it had not been kind to you.

You never told your husband about the incident with Alastor.

Would he had even believed you?

Alastor was A LOT of things, but the two of you were friends…your husband would think call you insane….

Your eyes widened seeing the very cause of your discomfort.

Alastor.

You wanted to dash out the door, run back home and hide.

The red Overlord turned around, hearing Rosie’s voice, you froze seeing his eyes look you over, you instinctively placed a hand over your stomach when his lips stretched into a smile.

You heard Rosie excuse herself to go get some appetizers but you were too focused to acknowledge her.

You were alone.

With him.

You took a shaky breath as memories from several months ago flashed across your mind, but you shook your head lightly to discard those thoughts.

”My my look at you” he purred approaching until he towered over you, beaming like a Cheshire cat “You really do make a fine mother” his large hand caressed the swell of your belly, smile softening when he felt movement.

”j-just leave me be please” you whispered, wincing when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Alastor chuckled ”leave you be? Oh ma cherie no can do!” 

He bent his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice dropping to a whisper “especially since you’re about to give birth to my baby?”

You pushed him away, putting distance between the two of you. Your face was flushed, eyes narrowed “I am NOT having your baby! I am having my husband’s baby!” You defended.

But there was a sliver of doubt you always felt when it came to the little soul nestled within you.

Alastor’s smile never wavered “Hmm you sure? Because i remember vividly filling your cunt with my seed until it dripped down your legs” 

You froze.

”You took me so well I was positive you would be pregnant”

He took small steps towards you

”Did you tell your husband?” 

Your snarl fell at his words and he knew he had you.

”T-there’s n-nothing to tell” you said turning around, ready to leave. 

You didnt have to take this.

He hummed coming up behind you. “Nothing to tell?” He chuckled darkly as his lanky arms wrapped around you, cradling your swollen belly. He leaned his head on top of yours.

”Oooh darlin I’m hurt! You didnt tell your loving husband how you milked my cock? How I tasted the cunt that belonged to him? How I claimed you for myself? That I sent you home filled with my cum?”

You were shaking.

”How unfaithful you were? Could the poor man tell another man’s cum was inside you while he fucked you?”

He kissed your neck

”I can’t wait to meet our little fawn”

Your baby kicked causing him to smile.

————————————————————————-

Pain.

Thats all you felt as you tried to breath through your contraction.

”You got this honey! You’re doing great” your husband soothed as you wailed.

”One more push maam the baby’s almost here” the nurse reassured you.

Almost? It felt like you been pushing forever

”I cant” you panted.

Everything burned.

Your husband dabbed at your sweaty forehead, pressing a kiss to it “You got this baby. C’mon just one more push and then it’ll all be over”

Your eyes clenched and with a scream you pushed.

”Aaahh!”

Relief and then the shrill cry of a baby.

The nurses cooed “Ooh a healthy boy!”

she cleaned up the baby and you sighed as you slumped against the bed.

Finally.

”Ok mama” you felt a small weight on your chest.

Soft noises had you look down and you felt your heart break and bloom.

Red tufts of hair curled on the babe’s head and he looked at you with big red eyes.

He looked like you; round cheeks and a cute nose.

He looked nothing like your husband.

And every bit like…

”what the fuck” you heard your husband say. You turned to him, eyes wide.

He was staring at the baby.

”I-Its n-not what you think dear j-just let me-”

”You fucked Alastor” he was frowning, standing up from the bed.

You shook your head, tears swelling

”N-no that’s…I didnt i swear”

”I am looking at his exact copy. The damn brat looks nothing like me!”

You couldnt move “Honey p-please”

The man backed away. He was angry.

The baby began to cry, you tried to rock the poor soul, but your attention was on your husband

”Honey-”

”I should have known” he hissed lowly, pacing.

”I should have known by the way he acted. How you flirted with each other! The fucking radio demon!? Tsk!”

He turned to look at you.

”I dont want some bitch who takes me for a fool. Hope it was worth it you fucking slut” he turned to walk out.

tears ran down your face, your heart was racing “W-What? Honey no it wasn’t like that..it-it was never-”

”I want a divorce. You are dead to me”

and like that he was gone.

You sat there stunned.

Your husband just…left.

He left you and he didn’t even let you explain, tell him how or why all this was happening.

The baby cooed and you looked down at him.

You wanted to be angry, you had every right to be, but looking at this sweet soul…he didnt deserve your anger.

You were a mother now. You would do your best to love your child.

Even if you had to do it alone.

————————————————————————————-

“What a fine mother you make indeed my dear”

He smiled watching the little fawn latch to your chest and stare back at him with vermillion eyes.

You hissed at him, earning a quirked brow “haven’t you done enough?”

Soft static buzzed through the air as the Overlord approached you. You took a step back, as he extended a hand to the babe and rubbed his chubby cheek.

Alastor ignored your question ”How are you feeling love?” He asked as the baby nuzzled into your neck.

How were you feeling?

You were divorced, a single mother, and living with Rosie.

Shunned.

All because of him.

”Like hell but I know you’re not here to ask about my well being”

Alastor ignored your jab.

”I do care for you darlin and its only right that I provide for you and our fawn”

You went to growl, threaten him to die, but your baby reached out to the red demon.

Alastor’s face light up and he grabbed the fawn, cooing and tickling the baby.

Your son squealed and giggled, trying to grab at his claws.

”Let’s make a deal dearest”

You straightened at his words. A deal with Alastor was dangerous.

But you were at rock bottom.

”What kind of deal?” You asked cautiously.

”Marry me. Marry me and you’ll have nothing to be worried about. You’ll be protected, cared for, and have anything you desire.”

The baby was gumming at his collar.

”Be mine”

You bit your lip. What did you have to loose?

You sighed, taking your son.

You looked at the tall demon, green magic swirling around him.

”Do we have a deal?” he extend his hand.

You looked at your baby and then back at Alastor.

”I hate you” you said taking his hand,

You winced as your hand burned and watched a gold ring appear on your finger.

Radio static buzzed and then a soft humming. Alastor purred, smiling, fixing his jacket.

“Oh my dear” His arm looped around your waist, bringing you close to him as he chuckled “Such a good girl”

“Now! I think I have the perfect place for us to raise our fawn”

—————————————————————————————

“Uggghh Al you got a little something…” Charlie said nervously as she watch Alastor sip his coffee.

The little red fawn was hanging on his antlers, happily gnawing at the appendages. Alastor looked up, smiling “Oh he’s fine”

”Alastor have you seen…” your voice floated into his ears as you entered the lobby, stopping when you saw your son among his father’s antlers.

Alastor let out a grunt as the baby pulled at his ears “Hes right here dear”

Your baby babbled as you approached, squealing when you plucked him from his father.

You scowled the Overlord, placing the baby on your hip.

”How many times have I told you not to just let him hang-”

”da-”

You froze.

“Da…da” your son babbled, squirming in your arms.

Charlie cooed and Alastor smirked as the fawn’s eyes welled with tears as he reached for his father. Alastor walked towards you, scooping the baby from you.

You pouted as the baby happily chirped, nuzzling in his father’s neck.

Alastor sneaked a soft kiss to your lips 

“See he’s fine”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, arms crossing.

”Oh smile my dear. Maybe the next one will say mama first” he laughed, eyes settling on your round belly.

”After all you’re a great mother”

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Are your requests open? Could I ask for Optimus dating a human for the first time? SFW and/or N$FW is ok ♥️

Since you didn't specify, I'm going for a vaguely G1/Prime vibe. Forgive errors, i typed this on my phone since I'm visiting fam for holidays.

Next>>

He was pretty slick about it, asking you to accompany him on a scouting mission. Prime doesn't scout. But all you thought was how nice it would be to spend some time with the big boss himself. After all, you both had confessed attraction to each other. With him admitting an odd interest in you, and you letting it slip he was rather nice to look at. Even if nothing came out of it, it was nice to clear the air. And the fact he didn't avoid you after meant more than you could say. He was still nice to look at.

The sound of his engine and the radio mixed with your humming. You didn't know the lyrics, but the tune was close enough. Sitting in the passenger seat while his holoform occupied the driver's. It still felt odd to talk to it... him, through it, so you stared out the window when you did.

"What are we on the lookout for?" You ask, glancing at mountains in the distance. He was quiet. Longer than any leader-like contemplation you were used to. "Prime?"

His voice interrupts the music, "I have not been entirely honest with you y/n." He sounds remorseful, and you feel a clench in your heart, "we are not here to scout, nor are we here for any sort of mission."

You fidget with the edge of the seat. What could have Prime lying and feeling so bad about it?

"After our conversation the other day, i did some thinking-"

Oh shit. Did you make him uncomfortable?

"-I believe it best to-"

"Prime, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward. It just slipped out." You interrupt, trying to smooth over whatever wrinkles you caused.

"Please allow me to finish." He says with that stern but patient tone. The engine shifts, and he pulls onto a side road, "I wish to apologize for not acting sooner, I simply wished to ensure I moved forward properly. I believe the next step on earth is a date to explore our mutual interests?"

A what?

He continued talking about the research he did and how it was similar to cybertronian customs, but it seemed to move faster in comparison. You listened, still processing what this meant.

"Wait... so..." You put a hand to your face as you focus, "this isn't a scouting mission. It's a date?"

"Correct." Prime affirms He turns off again to another side road. This one flanked by trees that get more and more dense, "I apologize for the deception, and for the lack of activity. It's hard to find such things to accommodate our coupling."

His choice of the word coupling made you chuckle, and cheeks go warm, "N-no Prime this... is pretty clever, actually." Glancing at the driver seat, you make a face, "but for the love of god, please get rid of that thing."

You can feel the rumble of laughter in his engine before it flickers and dissipates.

Prime is the kind of bot to really want to get to know you. And you love the idea of one on one time with him. A long drive in solitude is the best way to get to know each other. Open up about some things. Share hopes and what you would want from such a strange relationship.

The nerves subsided quickly. It felt natural. it felt good to talk to him. It felt like he listened and was honest when he spoke.

He stops for you to grab some food, seeing as you both got lost in the conversation and were out far longer than expected. Optimus apologized for not thinking of that even after all the research.

You lean against the window, smiling at the stars. He's telling you a story about how he once woke from recharge to find energon stacked in front of his door. The deep voice lulling you to sleep. It felt appropriate for him to take the long way back.

N$fw vauge at most.

Perhaps this date turned into another. And another. A date here and there. He thought it cute when you kissed his dash before getting out of the cab. NO, you absolutely would not kiss the holoform, but caved when he would use it to hold your hand as you got out of the cab. Only on the cheek, of course.

You would call Prime a gentleman, but there was no missing the way his engine sounds like it stalls when you sit in the passenger seat; asking if this date was when you should invite him inside. His voice sputters about more research and compatibility.

"Shame, you don't have a bed in the back prime." You say while one hand runs down your body, "could really put it to use now."

You notice the way he speeds up as you continue touching yourself, engine thundering down the road. Hopefully, there aren't any state troopers.

There is a shyness to your actions, hoping he doesn't dislike this. Not to mention how odd it is to perform with no audience. Not that you want the holoform now. It would kill the mood more than anything. He can sense your body heating up, and each time you trip over your words, trying to be sexy, his engine purrs. Slowly unbuttoning your top has him wishing he could transform and feel you with more than the sensors in his cab.

"You're beautiful." He says as you shimmy out of your pants. The human form was alien , yet familiar. Soft forms on a Cybertronian like frame. "Beautiful..." he says as you part your thighs and lips. "Beautiful." He whispers when you bring yourself to the edge. That deep voice confessed how he had thought about this. How you would look. What he wants to try. Promising it to be his hand, somehow, to bring you here next time.

But first he needs to look into a new altform. Somthing with a bed in the back.

[buckgasms]

Ok let's talk about Dark!Cowboy Bucky shall we......

Expect dark themes ahead y'all 🧡

Here's what I'm thinking:

He is a bounty hunter in the early days of the wild west and sadly you have a bounty out on you.

Maybe you were caught up in a crime but you are really innocent, but no one seems to care about a young woman, or the truth for that matter.

You already felt like the unluckiest person on earth, but when you overhear in a bar one night that the infamous bounty hunter Bucky Barnes is looking for a pretty little runaway, your stomach churns. And it hasn't stopped since.

🧭

Bucky hates the rain. It makes things so much harder. His horse is more grumpy and less willing to obey. People don't hang about to share tidbits of information. It's harder to get a drink.

However, it also makes his prey act silly. Especially pretty girls on the run. They aren't made for the rain. And they are so easy to spot, running across open fields in a dirty white dress, seeking shelter in a barn.

He chivves his horse onward, a wry smile on his face.

🧭

You are sitting on a bale of hay, wringing out your hair when you hear a horse approaching. Your blood runs cold as you hear the door open. You dash as quietly as you can into a dark corner and hold your breath as a man walks his horse in, talking to it gently as he guides it into a stall.

He removes his hat, gloves and shrugs off his wet coat.

"I know you're in his little darlin'"

Your eyes widen and you squeeze your arms tight to keep you from moving.

""If you come out now, it'll be easier. I'll put in a good word for ya..."

You debate it, but you can see him through a hole in the wood. And his face, however handsome, is plastered with a cruel smile. You don't believe him.

He huffs after a moment of silence. Looking around the barn, assessing how good it'll be for the night. He sits down and starts running a thin rope through his fingers.

"Gettin impatient now sweetheart... Don't like to be kept waitin..."

You shiver in the cold, your body dripping with sweat and rain. Maybe you could run out while he was distracted? You were pretty fast and you really had nothing to lose at this point.

You took a quiet, shuddering breath before dashing out from your hiding space. Despite feeling the wood of the barn door it was futile.

A tight, sharp object wrapped around your ankle and you felt the floor give way beneath you. You managed to roll over and watched as he dragged you backwards, pain tearing though your limbs as you were pulled along the floor.

"There you are" he mutters, pressing his boot onto your tummy, as he looks down at you. You suppose it would be to prevent you from fidgeting, but you are frozen in fear.

"My, my. Those wanted posters don't do you justice little darlin'. Don't quite capture that pretty face..."

You whimper as he kneels down, starting to wrap the rope around your other leg to tie you together, before looping it around your wrists.

"Please... Please sir I didn't do anything. It's a big mistake. Please...?"

He ties you off with a bow and chuckles. "Oh I know. I'm not as stupid as your neighbours, thinking a little flower like you could be involved in a bank robbery. Fuckin' dumb as hell..."

Your relief at his statement is short lived when he stands up and leaves you on the floor.

"Well then... Can't you help me? Let me go?" You wriggle and writhe, trying to keep him in your eyeline. Maybe he could be reasoned with?

He chuckles and sits himself on a bale. "Well I did think that, but there are two problems. First is that I've been chasing you for 5 days, in a storm and you've kinda pissed me off..."

You gulp, tears pricking at your eyes as he smiles at you.

"And the other problem is, now that I've gotcha, I don't think I wanna let you go."

You let out a shaky sob, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping as you have for many times in the past week, that this is all a dream. When you hear his boot scuff near your head you know it isn't. He kneels down next to you and takes your face gently between his hand and turns you to look at him.

"All I keep thinking is how I'm ready to retire, head up to my little cabin and have a pretty little housewife all to myself. Cook my dinners and have my babies hmm?"

Your eyes glisten as he talks, blurring vision as you begin to panic. You shake your head and mumble a weak 'no'. It makes him tut and squeeze your cheeks tighter.

"I know darlin', you're gonna fight me ain't ya? God knows you don't do anything the easy way huh? It's ok though. I'll have you convince by mornin'."

🧭

Convinced might be simplifying the situation, but by morning you are certainly not putting up a fight anymore.

Overnight as the storm raged outside he took you apart piece by piece. There was no part of your body that was now foreign to him.

He'd carefully removed your dress and kissed you all over. It was almost like a lover would. Sucking and biting gently at your soft skin, leaving marks all over you.

You shout and cry as loud as you can but he just smothers your cries with kisses. You tried to roll away, fight despite your bound state but he just chuckled and rolled you back where he wanted you.

He'd gotten very cross though when you tried to keep him from your heat. He'd had to find more rope to tie you open and spanked your heat until you were red and puffy.

"Wives aren't supposed to hide what belongs to their husbands darlin'. So don't you be hidin' from me..."

He resumed his gentler approach after, claiming your body with unexpected softness, kissing your tears away and praising you for taking him so well.

Hours passed and he barely relented. He let you rest a little, providing you with drink and a warm blanket. You slept when you could but were often woken by his lust, kisses and bites on your neck and chest.

"God you're beautiful yknow? So good for me... You gonna be my little housewife? Let me hide you away?"

He smiled wide when you nod. What else could you do?

I literally couldn't say no....

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family: Aurora's First Date (Steddie X You)

A/N: I've been working on this for awhile but finished it yesterday to feed my fluffy need while it having a dash of angst. Please enjoy and if you haven't read Good Neighbors or We're A Family please do. Its one of my more popular series.

Warnings: Father and Husbands Steddie X Wife Mother Fem Y/N, SMUT, a morning quickie filled with love, light dirty talk, A dash of angst like I said, mentions of a rough birth with the new edition and Steddie panicking, They deal with the struggles of having a teen daughter including her first date, Ro gets in trouble

FLUFF, Like I said there's a new addition. We get an update on all the kiddos and how proud Steddie is of them. Gooey shit near the end because I can <3.

Word Count: 5107

Donate to Me <3

 “Eddie.”

“Y/N.”, he responds with equally as much sarcasm as you giggle while brushing your three-year-olds hair as he nibbled on his snack. 

It had been almost eight years since Dylan went off to college and life for you hadn’t been dull in the years between. 

You had added another addition to the Munson-Harrington household who, like his biological father, had energy to burn. Ethan loved to babble to anyone that would listen unless he had food to munch on, keeping his mouth occupied. 

James had just started the 5th grade and seemed to have an affinity for swimming. You and the guys enrolled him in some classes and he swam for the Hawkins Elementary team earning many first-place trophies that you displayed in the living room next to your daughter’s artwork. 

Aurora, now a 16-year-old teenager, loved to draw and paint, showcasing her work in contests that her teachers insisted she submit them for. 

Their fathers were extremely proud of each of their children.

Steve showed off pictures to his classes and colleagues while Eddie’s office at the shop was a museum of accomplishments his children had achieved. 

Their proudest moment was when Dylan walked the stage to accept his bachelor’s degree. He was named Valedictorian and during his speech thanked his parents including the “two men who were always there” for him since he was six. For the past couple of years, your son had been working at a school in Indianapolis while getting his master’s degree so he could teach at a college level.

You were so proud of him and thankful he was so much closer now. 

Eddie and Steve were still the doting parents and the loving men you had fallen in love with. The older the kids got, however, the harder it was for them to accept certain things especially with Ro which is how you found yourself in your current situation. 

“Dylan went on his first date when he was 13.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”, you counter with a smirk making the man grumble as he folds his arms. 

“Daddy grrrrr.”, Ethan teases as he points towards Eddie who sticks his tongue out at his son. 

“Let’s see what Steve says. There’s no way in hell he’s letting her go on that date.”

As if on cue the front door swings open and your son climbs off your lap to greet his father.

“Dada! Yames!”

“Hey, Ethan.”, James smiles as he ruffles the hair you had just brushed.

“NO! Mama…do E-ten hair!”, he pouts as he covers his head with his little hands. 

“It’s ok, bud. I’m sure we can get it back in working order.”, Steve grins as he picks up the boy and smooths his curls with his palm. 

Ro lags behind, locking the door as she pulls her earbud out of her ear. 

“Rara!”

“Hey, Ethan. Mom, did you…?”

“I’m working on it, baby.”

“Working on what?”

“On giving us a heart attack.”, Eddie interrupts before you can answer. 

“Daddy grrrrrr.”

“Dad! It’s not a big deal.”, your teenager whines.

“Excuse me? A date is a very big deal.”

“I’m sorry?”, Steve inquires becoming more alert. 

“Apparently our daughter was asked out on a date.”, the metalhead relayed practically disgusted when he got to the final word.

“Oh, well I can answer that now. That’s a hell no.”

“MOM! You said it would be ok.”

Both sets of stubborn, annoyed eyes turned your way causing you to roll your eyes as you take your youngest and place him on the floor. 

“James, take Ethan and both of you watch tv until dinner. Aurora, go upstairs and finish your project I know you haven’t started yet that’s due tomorrow, tattletale.” After they each go to their respective areas, you face your husbands who are now side by side with matching sets of folded arms. “Don’t do that. Don’t you two team up on me. She’s sixteen. You can’t keep her from dating. At least this way, we can meet him and make sure everything’s alright before letting her go.”

“I know what boys are like, honey. I did it all the time in high school even when I met the girl’s mom. I told them we were hanging out with friends before heading up to lover’s lake.”

“So, what do we do, Steve? Tie her down and tell her she can’t even though our oldest could? It’s not fair.”

“With Dylan, we were there at the dance. This isn’t a dance, Y/N. He’s taking her to a party.”

“Oh, that’s a definite hell no.”

“It’s not a party, Eddie. She said they were going to hang out with some friends at Amber’s house.”

“Some friends. Mhmm. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I don’t like it. I’m pulling democracy here. We said with things like this if its 2 out of 3—”

“I know, I know. I made the rule remember.”, you sigh. “RO!”

You three wait all of five seconds before she’s quickly running down the stairs having desperately waited for the outcome of this conversation. 

You hated having to break her heart. 

“We talked about it and we decided that…it’s best if you don’t go on this date Friday.”

Aurora blinked as she struggled to control the frustrated tears that wanted to break free.

“You decided or they did?”

“WE decided.”, you answered but she could see through your words as she pointed their way. 

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“We do, honey. It’s him we don’t trust.”, Steve answered.

“You don’t even know him! He’s a nice guy and we’ve been friends for a year! I’m pretty sure I can tell the good from the bad!”

“Hey! Watch your tone, Ro. It doesn’t matter. We said no so the answer is no.”, Eddie relayed in a voice you rarely ever heard from him. 

When it came to things like this or stern conversations, usually Steve was the enforcer. It came with the territory of being a teacher when he needed to settle his classes down. To have the metalhead speak up the way he was meant that this was extremely important to him.

“Ugh it’s not fair!”, she shouted as she began stomping up the stairs.

“Crybaby!”

“SHUT UP, JAMES!”

“Alright!”, you yell sternly silencing everyone. “That’s enough! Good god and you want more kids.”, you sass pointing at Steve who tosses a playful smile your way as you start preparing dinner.

***

Softly grinning his way, you climb up Eddie’s frame on the bed and kiss along his bare stomach as you trace his tattoos up to his chest.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

The man exhales as he places his phone on the table and tenderly pets your head. The long-haired man over the years had aged like a fine wine and you still marveled at the fact that both these men were yours. While a lot of his features remained the same, you loved the little bits of scruff they both seemed to don the older they got. Eddie’s was always along his jaw line where Steve’s seemed to linger above his lip. Their eyes still remained bright with love and affection but the metalhead seem to have more indents of laugh lines that you constantly traced with your fingers as he slept. 

Working at the mechanic shop for as long as he had, Eddie now had more defined lines in his arms and abs that you and Steve salivated over constantly. The latter man himself, while still lean and broad, started getting more of a soft belly that you absolutely loved. When his pants would hang low on his hips, you found yourself staring till he teased you playfully. 

“I hate when she’s upset.”

“I know but…she’ll get over it… she still loves you both.”

“I know…Do you really think we were overreacting?”

“No.”, Steve cut in as he leaned into the doorframe of the bathroom while he flossed his teeth.

“No one asked you, Harrington.”, you teased causing them both to chuckle. “I think that you’re her father and you just want her to be safe. You know we can trust her to make the right choices? Right?”

Your phone begins to vibrate but after Eddie reaches for it to hand it to you, he recognizes the number immediately and answers it for you.

“Hop? Is everything ok?”

“Dad? Where’s mom?”

“Aurora?” The sound of her name had you and Steve coming to attention as he came further into the room. A thought hits him and he promptly opens the bedroom door before you hear the sound of him running up the stairs. “Aurora Munson-Harrington, why are you calling from a police station?”

“Um…is mom there?”

“Answer me.”

“I, um, I may have snuck out and went to hang out with my friends…but dad, I swear to God, I had no idea a full-blown party was going on! As soon as I realized, I tried to leave but that’s when Chief Hopper arrived.”

As she spoke, Steve came back and began digging for clothes to change into.

“I’m so sorry. Can mom come and pick me up?”

“We’re on our way.”

“Dad, wait--!”

“What happened?”, you ask as you watch him hang up and throw on a shirt his husband handed him. “Is she ok?!”

“She’s fine. Stay here and we’ll be right back.”

################

You paced in the living room as you waited for them to come back home.

45minutes later, your daughter slowly came through the door with Eddie’s jacket wrapped around her shoulders and both men filled with anger that you could tell they were trying to keep in check. 

Gesturing with your head towards the back door, everyone followed as Ro took a seat on one of the patio chairs. 

“What happened, Aurora?”

You daughter hung her head as she fiddled with her fingers just like she used to do when she was smaller. 

“She was arrested for being at a party where alcohol was being served since she’s underage. Hop said she was out back making out with some boy.”, Steve grumbled as he leaned against the banister.

“We weren’t making out…”

“Aurora, you’re in an extreme amount of trouble so I would be very careful with what you say.”, Eddie growled, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. 

“I didn’t know it was going to be a party. When I got there—”

“How did you get there?”

“I-I walked.”

“At 11pm in that short skirt and tank top?”

“Amber isn’t far—”

“Not the point!”

“Eddie…”, you warned and he flashes you an annoyed look in return. “When you got there what, Ro?”

“There were so many kids and everyone was drinking. I felt uncomfortable so I went out back to hang out with Chase. I swear all we did was talk until Chief Hopper got there. Until then…”

You knew. You were her age once and you knew she was terrified of talking about intimate details in front of her protective fathers. 

“You just kissed.”

When she nodded all of your mom instincts went into gear knowing she wanted to talk to you about it. She had really cared about this boy for a while and as far as you knew this was her first kiss which was now being overshadowed by the chaos of the evening. 

“I’m really sorry…”

“You’re grounded, Ro, till we come up with something better. No phone, no computer, and you come home immediately after school.”

“That’s all we’re going to do, Steve? She sneaks out, goes to a party, makes out with some kid who I’m going to have some words with by the way!”

As her eyes widen, you step towards her and place your palm on her shoulder. 

“It’s been a long night. Everyone is a bit over amped. Let’s sleep on it and—”

“Why are you doing that, Y/N?! Why do you keep undermining us?!”, Eddie shouted as you tilted your head at his tone. 

“Go upstairs, Aurora, and give me your phone.” She nods, doing as you ask before disappearing inside. “I’m not undermining you. I’m just as pissed off as you are, Eddie, but I think you’re reacting a bit too emotionally.”

“Well, I think you’re underreacting! She went to jail, Y/N! Snuck out, walked around in those clothes and went to a fucking party!”

“Was she actually charged?”

“No. He let her go saying it was a warning.”, Steve replied flatly. “I don’t know. I get what you both are saying but this isn’t ok, Y/N.”

“I’m not saying it is. I’m just saying my daughter had a lot of firsts tonight and I can see she’s overwhelmed. Let her process things, baby.”

After tossing his cigarette over the banister, he grumbled under his breath as he stomped into the house and slammed the bedroom door for emphasis. Your eyes met the other man’s as he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. 

“Fuck… what is it with our children and sneaking out?” You can’t help but laugh as you wrap your arms around him and he kisses the top of your head. “I hope you know I want to kill that boy to.”

Your giggle turns into a cackle as he guides you back inside. 

###################

“Hey, you.”, you murmur softly when you wake up to find Aurora sitting at the kitchen table doodling on her sketchpad. “Why are you up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep…”

“I understand. Would you like me to make you something to eat?” After she shakes her head, you slide into a chair beside her and glance at the picture she was absently sketching of the flowers on the table Eddie had brought you the other day. “When I was a bit younger than you…I was so in love with boy, I swear I thought we were going to get married on day. His name was Michael and he was this skater type guy with like this shaggy blond hair I thought was so cool.”, you giggled as your daughter smiled. 

“He took me on a date to this pond near our house and we walked around talking about stupid shit. I remember he pulled on my wrist to stop us before kissing me. Oh my God, Ro, it was my first kiss and I was so terrified. While his lips were on mine I kept thinking ‘Is this how it’s done? Do I turn my head? Do I stay still? Should I grab his cheek like in the movies?’ When it was over he smiled at me and said something about how my lips tasted good.

I had no idea what that meant! I was so focused on if I was doing everything right I didn’t even enjoy the aspects of the actual kiss.”, you laugh. “Your grandfather HATED him. Michael introduced himself and my dad grilled him so hard, I was so embarrassed. After that, I tried to hide any guy I was dating but he always found out. It’s funny thinking about that now because I know for a fact he would have been on your dads so fast. Probably say something snarky about Eddie’s long hair or Steve being ‘too pretty’. Jesus… he would have loved them.”

“How do you know?”

“Because as an adult and becoming a parent myself, I know my dad wasn’t doing that to be mean or anything. He loved me and Aunt Kerria and he wanted any man in our life to know that if they ever hurt us, they’d be screwed.”

Your daughter nodded as you gently pet her wavey hair. 

“Mom? Do you think…dad hates me now…after what I did?”

“No, no sweetheart—”

“I’ve never seen him be angry like that—”

“I know, Ro, hey…look at me. Even though he was upset that’s never going to erase how much both those men love you. You’re their first and only girl because fate seems to want both of us outnumbered in this household.”, you joke as you both giggle. “They just want their little girl to be safe…”

“Why in God’s name are you two weirdos up so early?”, Steve asked groggily as he sauntered out rubbing his face with an equally wild haired Eddie promptly heading for the backdoor to go smoke.

Rising to her feet, she tackled her arms around her father whose eyes widen with surprise before she lets him go to follow the metalhead out onto the patio. 

“She ok?”

“Yeah…just some growing pains.”, you beam as you get up to sit in his lap and fold into his chest. 

***

“Dad? May I sit with you?”, Aurora asks, standing behind him till she gets confirmation and sits with her legs crossed beside him on the stairs. “I’m, um, I’m really sorry for sneaking out and going to Amber’s. I swear I didn’t know it would be a party and I didn’t even think about my clothes and—”

“Did you know when you were a baby, Dylan went missing for a few hours?” Eddie inhaled his cigarette as she shook her head. “His biological father just took him from school without telling any of us and scared Y/N half to death. He called me and told me where he was; I didn’t even hesitate to get him and was prepared for a fight that thankfully didn’t happen. I remember that relief though, when I picked him up and held him in my arms… then that anger that I pushed down of wanting to murder this man for not only what he did but hurting your mom.

People hurt her all the time even now… sometimes they still call her a whore or parents will say something about not wanting Steve to teach their kids because of our relationship… I see that every day and I push it down, you know? Your mom says I can’t fight everyone but…”, he sighs as he playfully rolls his eyes and Ro laughs. “What if while you were out one of these people tried to hurt you? We didn’t know you were gone, baby, and then you were at Amber’s without her parents…I was a kid to. I mean what if someone tried to take advantage of you or—”

“Dad! Dad… hang on. That’s so many what if’s…What if none of that happens and I don’t enjoy my life? I know what I did was wrong and I really am sorry for sneaking out. I swear I won’t do that again but I also need you to trust me when it comes to people in my life. Chase is a nice guy and he wouldn’t take advantage or anything like that. Plus, I know if he did you, dad, and Dylan would kill him.”

“Pfft, that’s for damn sure.”, he jokes as he opens his arm to pull her close. “I love you, sweetheart, so much.”

“I love you to, dad.”

After finishing his cigarette, they both come inside causing you and Steve to pull your lips apart. 

“You see? You see what happens when you let that heathen behavior run rampant?”

“Shut up, Eddie.”, you tease as your husband and daughter laugh. “Go get some sleep, Ro. We’ll talk later.”

As soon as she disappears up the stairs, the pretty boy places light, feathery kisses on your neck.

“Someone’s in a frisky mood this morning. What?”, he asks when you lightly giggle. 

“Frisky…you’re such an old man.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you’ve dealt with two teens. I’m going to look like the crypt keeper by the time Ethan is in high school.” 

Your laugh grows as he takes you off Steve’s lap and throws you over his shoulder to bring you back to your bed room. 

“What about the next one?”

“Next one what?”, he asks after tossing you onto the mattress and climbs up your frame before your hand on his chest gives him pause. 

“I thought you wanted to have one more…one more baby…”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Steve wanted like six so I’m down for a little litter.”

Again, you stop him and his eyes flood with worry. 

“I just…we agreed that I stop taking my pills…and the doctor said starting yesterday I should be good…but Eddie, if you want to wait or stop—”

His lips on yours cut you off as he smiles against them. 

“Sweetheart, I want to… you’ll just be pushing me and Stevie around in wheelchairs with Oxygen tanks…”

“Calm down, Munson.”, Steve chuckles as he tenderly pets his messy bedhead. 

“Hey, call it karma for what all these kids have done to my body.” 

Both men blink, looking down at you as if you had just said something insane. 

“Honey, your body is still just as beautiful as the day we met you.”

“Hm.”

“No, no, no. Don’t sassily HM him.”, Eddie teases. “You are, baby. This sexy nose…” You giggle as he places a light kiss on the tip, trailing them down as he names off parts of your form. “These yummy lips, your gorgeous arms…” When he gently bites the little bit of flab on your bicep you squeak as you push at his chest and he laughs a husky laugh that has you swooning. 

Pushing up his old Corroded Coffin shirt you had fallen asleep in, his mouth and nose run along your stomach as Steve occasionally places tender kisses against the side of your face. 

“Even this scar on your tummy…”

Both men heavily sigh at the memory as the metalhead places his forehead against your c-section scar. Dylan and Aurora told you the entire story after the boys had finally fallen asleep in your hospital room after Ethan was born. 

Something happened during the labor where he needed to be taken out as soon as possible and both men held your hands in that operating room whispering comforts as you worried. The last thing you remember was hearing your son cry before your vision blurred and you passed out. 

The doctors said what happened wasn’t entirely uncommon. Your blood pressure dropped but at the time neither man knew or understood what was happening as they were pushed out of the room. 

“Wait! What do you mean somethings wrong?! Is our son ok?!”

“Yes, Mr. Harrington, from what we can tell. A nurse has already taken him to be examined. We need to focus on the mother—”

“What wrong with Y/N?!”

“We don’t know, Mr. Munson. Now please—”

“No! That’s our wife! We need to stay with her!”

Aurora said that was the first time she ever saw Steve cry while they were forced to sit in the waiting room for any news. Dylan was able to talk Eddie outside to smoke hoping to calm his nerves as he paced back and forth not wanting to miss any news. 

When you woke up hours later, the metalhead was clinging to your hand while the other boy pet Ro’s curls while she and James slept against his sides. The machine attached to you began rapidly beeping as your panicked eyes looked around. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, everything’s ok, baby, breathe.”, Eddie tried to soothe as both men hovered over you.

“E-E-Ethan—”

“He’s fine, honey, he’s alright.”

“Where’s my baby?”

“Y/N, breathe.”, Steve instructed as he placed both palms on either side of your face. “He’s ok. The doctors are still checking him out but they said he’s doing good. You passed out but your doctor said you’d be ok as long as you stay calm.”

You blinked as your hand clutched his wrist and you nodded even as you began to cry. 

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again.”, he whispered as he kissed your forehead before moving aside so Eddie could hug you to his chest.

Your hand reached down to tangle his hair and he softly smiled as he turned to kiss the base the of your palm. 

“Don’t even get me started on these sexy thighs. You know how much I love them.”, he teases as he lightly slaps your inner leg. “Well don’t be silent, Stevie. Tell her how beautiful she is.”

Tugging on the man’s arm, they exchange a soft kiss before he places himself between your legs and lifts one over his shoulder. 

“I’m pretty sure I started this conversation but…”, he chuckles breathily as his forehead falls on yours while he guides his cock inside you. “Fuck I could talk about how gorgeous you are all day, baby.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you to, honey. Jesus, you feel so good.”, your husband moans as he slowly thrusts his hips. 

His warm breath fans your face till his bites his bottom lip and you both crane your neck to see Eddie tossing the bottle of lube to the side before lining himself up with his own husband’s entrance. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

The pretty boy’s head leans back and his eyes close as the metalhead gradually pushes his length into him, pressing his chest to his back and kissing his shoulder as his chocolate eyes met yours. 

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

As both men pump their hips, you struggle to keep your eyes open as you watch them above you. How did you get so lucky to find not one but two perfect men? Men who cared about you and their children with every fiber of their being. 

It had almost been 20 years since that fateful day when your six-year-old knocked on their door, thrusting them into your lives and you were thankful for every second. 

“Shit, that’s it, Steve.”, the long-haired boy praised as the other man picked up his pace desperate for a release and knowing your morning windows of time were short. “M-Make our girl cum.”

With each slam of his cock deep within your pussy, Steve pushed back even harder against Eddie meeting his hips with a harsh, obscene slap. Dropping your leg to the mattress, he fell against you and sucked on your neck making your eyes roll shut as your mouth fell open.

“Please…please, Steve…I’m gonna—”

A large palm covered your mouth as you mewled loudly, arching your back as you came hard, squeezing his dick like a vice as if begging for his release which he obliged; trembling on top of you as he coated your walls. 

Eddie soon followed, muffling his cries in the other man’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around him and he thrust his spend into him. 

“When…when you came…”, he panted after a few seconds. “…did you think ‘Girl. We need to have a…girl…’”

You and Steve laughed as they both tumble to the mattress beside you.

“I told Ro that fate wants us outnumbered in this house.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I could have that time of the month talk again.”

“Um, excuse me. You didn’t have that talk with her, Steven, I did.”, you jest eliciting a smile from them both.

“My little girl.”, Eddie sighs sullenly.

“She’s not a little girl anymore, baby. I know that’s hard to accept, trust me. With Dylan…he’s always going to be my baby. They all are but…you both have to let her grow up.”

#####################

A soft knock at the door has Aurora start to head for the stairs before you quickly grab her arm and place your finger over your mouth in a shushing motion while you two sit on the top step. 

“Hi. Um, you must be, Mr. Harrington. I’m, um, Chase. Is…Ro…Aurora here?”

“Come inside, Mr. Block.”, he commands in that teacher tone you know all to all. 

“Yes, sir. Hi, Mr. Munson. I’m—”

“Sit down, son.”, he orders in a deep voice that has you covering your mouth trying to hide your laughter. 

“He sounds like Wayne.”, you whisper as you lightly push your daughter’s arm who tries to stifle her own giggles. 

“After what happened last week, you’re lucky to be taking her anywhere.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington. I promise nothing like that will happen again. I didn’t know Amber was throwing a party either but I didn’t want to leave Aurora there alone.”

“What are your plans tonight?”

“We’re going to see a movie and then getting pizza after, sir.”

“Ok, I want her home at 9pm sharp. If my daughter isn’t here by 9:01, I’ll call the cops. Do you hear me?”

“Edward!”, you shout as your daughter gives you a panicked look and you take her hand to lead her down the stairs. “Her curfew is at 10 so please have her back by then, Chase. If you’re late we won’t call the cops but, sweetie, you’re lucky you’re getting this date so don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am, I promise. Wow, Ro, you look gorgeous.”

“Ok, guys. I love you!”, Aurora tries to hurry as she collects her things and starts to push her date towards the door. 

“You have your phone?”, Eddie asks as they start both start to follow before you grab their wrists keeping them in place. 

“Yes, dad!”

“Ok, call us if you need anything—!” 

Steve exhales and places his free hand on his hip when the door shutting interrupts him. 

“She’s going to be fiiiiiine.”, you sooth as you circle your arms around him. “9pm.”

“What? That’s a reasonable time!”

“Uh huh.”, you joke as you hug Eddie and press your face into his chest.

“She’ll be fine.”, he repeats, reassuring himself before you tilt back to kiss his lips. 

“She will. ‘Sit down, son’.”, you mimic, his jaw dropping in faux shock as you cackle. “I’m gonna tell Wayne and validate those ‘when you become a parent one day’ feels he probably scolded you with when you were our daughter’s age.”

“Not if I kill you first.”

He bolts after you as you give chase to the living room where your youngest jumps in front of you and holds up one of Ro’s old light sabers. 

“My mama!”

“Hmmm…I see you’ve gone to the dark side, boy…”, Eddie mimes the voice of the villain and grabs Ethan lifting him in his arms to spin him upside down causing him to laugh as he drops his weapon. “Harrington! Help me!”

“You’ll have to go through me!”, James announces as he places himself where Ethan had been and you beam wide as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

Steve smirks as he finds his own saber and turns it on allowing it to glow. 

“You can’t protect the Queen forever, young Munson-Harrington.”, he responds lightly before running forward to playfully attack his son.

##################

@adequate-superstar @kalinaselennespeaks @strangerfreak

@dad-steddie @manda-panda-monium @alligator-person

@decadentwombatmiracle @katie-tibo @marsupiooo

@local-stoner-bitch @steamystrangerfics @lunatictardis

@adaydreamaway08 @hazydespair @actuallyspencerreid

@moviefreak1205 @waylandmorgernsternherondal-blog

@kik51199 @strngrlytn @idkidknemore @damon-loves-pie

@k-k0129 @micheledawn1975 @eddie86baby

@justmeandmymeanderingthoughts @3rriberri

@sashaphantomhive @chelebelletx @big-ope-vibes

@munsonzzgf @munsonmoonshine86 @debkk16 @thwippyparker

[hotchscoffeecup]

banana pancakes

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Rating: E

Category: Fluff (tooth-rotting)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: On a Sunday morning, you wake to find Aaron making breakfast in the kitchen. He surprises you with slow dancing to old country music, Jack is cute as all get out, and of course, banana pancakes.

“Jack?” you ask groggily. You prop yourself up on your elbows and note Aaron isn’t in bed beside you. “Hey buddy, is everything ok?” You glance at your phone plugged in on the nightstand where the numbers blink back 8:37AM aka too early on a Sunday.

Jack giggles quietly. “Daddy is being silly in the kitchen.”

Knowing that could mean anything to a six year old, naturally, your brow furrows. Your lips quirk into a half smile as you regard his own happy face. “What do you mean, silly?”

Jack’s little hands fly to his mouth as he stifles another laugh. “I’m going to go play in my room!” And just like that he bounces off of the bad and darts out the door into the hallway.

Now curious, you push the sheets back and slide out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as a chill passes through you. Before leaving the room, you pull on the gray cotton robe that falls to your mid-calf and tie it loosely over your sleep shirt and shorts set. As you step into the hallway, the smell of coffee and something baking fills your nostrils. Your stomach rumbles gently in response to the sweet aroma.

Quietly, you make sure way down the hall. When you’re close enough to peer into the kitchen, you lean against the doorway and watch. The stove is along the far wall, so if you’re cooking, you’re turned away from the doorway. He doesn’t see you, not at first.

Dressed only in a white t-shirt and boxers, the apron decorated with images of wine glasses on it contrasts sharply with the plaid pattern of his undergarments. George Strait is playing on the stereo. He gently shakes his hips back and forth as he quietly sings along to the country ballad. As he flips the pancakes over, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You bite your thumbnail as you watch him and when he turns around, the stunned look on his face causes you to smile even wider.

“Now how am I supposed to bring you breakfast in bed if you’re not in bed?” he questions, the dark slash of his brow arching as he regards you with warm, brown eyes.

“You can blame the little man,” you reply cheekily. “He woke me up to tell me daddy was being silly in the kitchen.”

Hotch smiles, revealing the left dimple in his cheek. “Oh yeah?” he says, tone playful as he saunters toward you. Stretching his hands out toward the ties on your robe, he takes hold of them and pulls you in toward him. Looping one arm around your waist, he uses the other to swipe at the dial on the stereo. The volume cranks up and he takes your hand in his. Turning in a slow circle, he sways to the music, pulling you along with him.

He presses a kiss to your temple and holds you close as he dances you in small circles around the kitchen. Putting a deep country vibrato into his voice, he begins to hum and sing along against your cheek.

“I cross my heart,” he sings, “and promise to, give all I’ve got to give to make your dreams come true.”

You drop your head back and laugh as he whirls you around in a dramatic arc. “Aaron!” you cry giddily.

He continues to sing. “In all the world, you’ll never find a love as true as mine.”

The acrid smell of something burning starts to singe your nostrils. “Aaron, the pancakes!”

“Oh, let them burn!” he croons.

You playfully slap at his chest before breaking free from his hold. In turn, he slaps you on the ass. You shriek gleefully and he laughs as you dash over to the stove and pull the quickly blackening pancakes off the pan. Fortunately, he has a bowl half full of batter still off to the side alongside a plate of about half a dozen perfectly golden brown pancakes.

“Daddy! Daddy!” The pitter patter of small feet slapping against the linoleum echoes as Jack tumbles into the room. Aaron grabs him around the middle and swoops him into the air.

“Hey buddy!” he greets as he kisses him on the cheek.

“Daddy, it’s our song!”

Aaron quiets for a moment as he listens to the stereo and Jack is right. The track had changed over to another George Straight song, Love Without End, Amen.

As Aaron dances Jack around the kitchen, swinging him high and low and singing lyrics fractured with laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with joy.

“Daddies don’t just love their children every now and then, it’s a love without end, amen.”

You couldn’t begin to imagine a more perfect Sunday morning than this.

“It’s a love without end, amen!” Jack sing-shouts as the song comes to a close.

Aaron sets Jack down on the floor and you start to clap and cheer. “What a show!” you exclaim. “Jack, that was amazing!”

He grins sheepishly, “Thank you.” He tacks your name to the end of his thanks as he runs to the kitchen table to climb into his chair and you can’t help but feel all the more grateful in return for how much Jack has welcomed you into his little family with him and his dad.

“I’ll get the pancakes,” Aaron says with a quick peck on your cheek as he scoots past you to pick up the plate.

“I’ll get the coffee!” you say in turn and pull two mugs down from the cabinet. As you fix yours and Aaron’s (black for you and splash of milk and two sugars for him), you make sure to grab a third mug from the cabinet to make Jack a glass of chocolate milk. Drinking out of a mug while you two drank your coffee made him feel like one of the grown ups, after all.

You carefully pile all three mugs into your hands and make your way to your seat at the table. Aaron sets a plate in front of you and Jack and you serve yourself and him two pancakes each.

“Oh! Do we have any—” you start and stop as Aaron places a small bowl of sliced bananas beside your plate.

He eyes you knowingly. “You think after all this time, I’d forget your favorite?”

You cup his cheek in your hand and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yuck!” cries Jack as she shoves a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

“I do love banana pancakes,” you say as you scoop a spoonful onto the fluffy rounds in front of you.

Aaron hugs you from behind before taking his seat at the head of the table. “And I love you more than you love banana pancakes.”

[justporo]

Ok hear me out noble Tav spoiling Astarion everytime they go out

"let me spoil you babygirl"

Oh, hells to the yeah! Astarion would have a field day!

Spoils

"You heard me, Astarion, buy anything you want, I have it covered", you repeated yourself as the vampire looked at you with wide eyes, his mouth had fallen open.

You had taken Astarion into the city, to the district where the best of the tailors in their city had set up their shops. This plan had formed in your head a long time ago when you still had been adventuring. Back then you had sworn yourself that once all this was done you would treat your vampiric partner to the biggest shopping spree.

You were a noble, you could afford it! Gold had never been an issue for you for as long as you lived. So why not use it to give the man you loved and who for so long had barely anything more than the clothes on his back a gift?

"You're insane, darling", Astarion replied when he regained some of his wits.

"No, love, just insanely rich", you replied with a shit-eating grin to which the vampire only rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.

But Astarion still kept standing with you in front of one of the many tailor's shops - showing no intention to go inside. In fact, he looked a little uncomfortable. It was plain obvious that he didn't know what to do in this situation - he wasn't used to being treated like this. And it broke your heart a little.

You would make him get used to it though.

"Come on, Astarion, go in, take a look around. Try on whatever you want and pick all the stuff you want - it'll be my treat", you tried again and observed the vampire as his eyes wandered to the shop door and he pursed his lips deep in thought. Good, at least he seemed inclined to the idea now.

"If it maked you feel better you can pick out something for me to, love", you added with a smile.

Astarion's gaze snapped back to yours, one of his eyebrows lifted and grin spread over his face: "I thought this was about you spoiling me, darling?"

You simply shrugged and mirrored his playful grin: "Then take me up on it before I reconsider!"

And that finally convinced Astarion to get going. He entered the shop while you followed closely behind.

It only took him a few more minutes to adjust to the plan then. The moment he laid eyes upon a piece of clothing that intrigued him all hesitancy was forgotten.

What followed was a whole day of dallying and shopping. Astarion chatted amicably with the tailors who in turn complimented him profusely in just about anything he tried on and blew up his already inflated ego even more. (Although you had to agree, that he did indeed look dashing in just about anything)

You soon became nothing a but a walking clothing rack while Astarion kept piling up more stuff. "Darling, thank you dearly, you're a sweetheart", Astarion cheerfully proclaimed about every other time he threw something more onto the pile while you were barely able to see anything anymore - and it got pretty hot under all the fabric.

But you didn't mind - the joy and ease with which the your vampiric partner dashed through the shops and put together incredible and breathtaking outfits and got swooned over by everyone around was well worth it.

You happily payed for everything and in turn got treated with an outfit that Astarion took his sweet time to pick out for you. The vampire had taste, you really had to give him that. You looked incredible in what he had combined, so you happily piled it on with the other stuff - and then of course paid for it with your own money. It was the thought that counted after all.

Once on your way home, Astarion kept idly chattering, very obviously in an amazing mood from all the self-indulgence. You watched him contentedly, happy to that you had been able to give him this enjoyable experience.

At one point Astarion stopped in the middle of the road - as if he had suddenly remembered something. As you turned to him you just looked at him quizzically.

"Thank you, darling", Astarion said with a genuine smile. "I've never been this spoilt in my life. Well, in the good sense, after all."

Tag list: @spacebarbarianweird @sunfire-ancunin @tragedybunny @dependsonthedream @tallymonster @magazzne @micropoe10 @aoirohi @my-bunny-prince @lumienyx @fayeriess @darlingxdragon

[tbgblr2]

Christmas Morning - Part 3

I pushed. I felt the cool breeze of the bathroom air against my skin and I pushed again. I roared… somewhere in my mind I remembered from my first labour “open your mouth to open wide… keep the sounds nice and low and the baby will move down” - I don’t know how true it was, but it worked once and this time there wasn’t a midwife to guide me only my own instincts, so I went with my gut (and let’s be honest, right now there was plenty of that.)

I remember feeling my hands slide down the slippery glass of the shower cubicle so I heaved myself back up on my thighs and grabbed the top of the cubicle walls and hung off it. I had a half moment to think ‘I hope this will hold my weight’ before I pushed again - not like it was a conscious choice at this point.

I remember hands, they were on my outer thighs, then my inner thighs, touching me between my legs and then my belly. I looked down, even past the belly and boobs I saw a bedraggled husband completely soaked from the shower water streaming out of the cubicle from the open door.

“Get some towels…” I grunted between pushes. “We’ll flood the place… DON’T turn off the water!” I realised he had said something - probably confirming that’s what he was doing, before he backed up and dashed out of the room. As the next push came on me, I screamed at him to hurry back.

The commotion brought our son up to us. He stood wide eyed at the bathroom door watching me give birth. Thankfully he didn’t cry or freak out… small mercies as neither myself or the husband could likely do anything about it and who could we call to look after him.

“Mammy…” he whimpered.

“Mammys OK baby…” I panted, sounding exhausted even to myself. “Santas just brought you an extra present… he’s bringing your baby sister to you now. Just mammy has to push her out. Don’t be scared, mammy just has a lot of work to do it.”

My husband came back and dropped the towels on the floor to soak up the overspill as he took our son into his arms and cuddled him in close.

“I want you to be a nice and brave boy” he started… I saw our son nod his head. “Soon mammy will be shouting again but be strong for me. We can make it a game. Look between her legs. Shout when you can see the baby. You’ll see her head coming out.”

I had a smile on my face which soon turned to a grimace, then finally to a groaning yell as I felt my insides clamp down. “It’s coming! I can feel it parting me!” I groaned in between breaths.

My thighs were burning by this point and I had to get down. I think I made my point clear to the husband who leaned into the shower and supported me - getting showered on all the while - whilst I got down onto the floor of the shower cubicle.

I had to poke my legs out of the door as there was no room for me fully within the cubicle but after a few minutes of chatting between grunts and groans we managed to find something that worked… I sat scooted forward with my butt just inside of the door which let me place my hands behind me and lean back, the shower water still spraying over my belly, breasts and face as I reclined. My husband was between my legs kneeling on the towels to help keep him comfortable and my feet were resting on his knees giving me some leverage for pushing.

Behind my husband, practically crawling over his shoulder to get a look in was our son. As soon as he knew about the baby sister he was laser focused on seeing her. Getting splashed didn’t seem to bother him.

The next push felt productive. I mean it felt like it burned. A lot. For the first time I held my breath and leaned into it. I lost track of time, trying to focus entirely on me, pushing when my body needed me to - again and again. Each push brought more of a feeling of opening… and suddenly a shout “there, do you see it!”

That was my husband pointing out the baby’s head to our son. I knew we were progressing and I urged myself on. I felt exhaustion in everything I did, but I also felt elation. One, push, another. Another. One more. I felt my husbands fingers slide around the opening. I had to help… PUSH! Keep it going… PUSH!

I screamed. The burning was getting too much. I heard his voice. Almost there he said. Almost. One more push. I gave it my all and suddenly… release.

“The baby!” That was our son as the head was born.

I had a moment to rest, finally as my body caught up. I got the husband to stand and turn off the shower as the boy dipped through his legs and got very close to the baby.

“You can touch her if you want, but be gentle” I said as he gingerly ran his finger over her hair and cheeks. My husband had to step backwards to avoid falling over our son but he eventually stood there completely smitten watching the bonding moment.

I felt the sure fire signs of things starting again. ���Ok time to step back and let daddy in” I managed, only just managing to finish the words before I had to push once more. I sensed more than seen the scrambling around my legs as I leaned my head back again and pushed, as hard as I can. Another, then a third. For each push I felt a major movement, baby’s shoulders each time and finally the feeling of the baby’s legs and feel getting pulled out by my husband.

It was over. It was certainly unexpected… and by god it was fast. But it was also the best Christmas present I could ever wish for. Poor kid’s always going to suffer with a joint Christmas and birthday though.