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wildflower chapter five - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie meets Asher for the first time, and Steve has some complicated feelings.

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Angst, secret baby

Word Count: 2.8k

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Thank you all so much for your support on this story! And shoutout dialogue/banter queen @punkrockmlchael I absolutely adore you

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“So you’re letting him meet Asher,” Steve stated more than asked as he sat on your cheap couch, sock feet propped up on the coffee table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, sipping from your hot tea. Asher had just gone to bed, Steve coming over to help with the bedtime routine and hang out since it had been a couple days since you really got to talk.

He sighed deeply. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You don’t think it will be confusing for Ash?”

“I think it’s early enough that it’s okay,” you said. “And if he wants to be a dad now, I’m not going to stop him.”

Steve scoffed. “I don’t think he even knows what it means to be a dad.”

It was your turn to sigh. “He’s trying, I think, Stevie.”

“Yeah, well, a little too late don’t you think?”

You sat your mug on the table, pulling your hair around to begin a braid for the night. “He deserves a chance. Asher deserves to have a dad in his life, if he wants to step up.”

“Asher has me,” Steve said, his voice full of emotion. Your head snapped up to look at him, surprised by the intensity swirling behind his brown eyes. Your expression softened.

“And you’ve been amazing,” you said, reaching over to grab Steve’s hand in your own. He intertwined your fingers. “Ash loves you. More than me, I think.”

That brought a reluctant smile to Steve’s lips. “I love him. I’ve known the dude since he’s existed.”

The thought brings a warm feeling to your chest. It was true, Steve rarely went a day without seeing Asher for at least some amount of time. He was a constant in his life, and they were very close because of it.

“No one’s going to replace you, you know that?” You said, looking into Steve’s eyes. “You’re always gonna be Uncle Stevie.”

Something like sadness flashed across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “Yeah. I know.” He was quiet for a beat. “But what if Eddie doesn’t want me in his life anymore?”

“Oh, Steve.” You squeezed his hand again. “That’s not gonna happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

Steve nodded, looking down at his lap. He wanted to trust you, but Eddie coming back into the picture was shaking up everything. He was happy with the way his life had been, with you and with Asher. He liked the position he had in your lives - although, only in the deepest parts of his heart, he wished for more.

“You…you know I love you, right?” Steve said, looking back up to meet your eyes again.

“Of course I do,” you said, a gentle smile on your face. “I love you, too. We’ve been best friends for forever.”

Steve’s lips pursed. “Yeah. Best friends.”

“Do you want to come over tomorrow? When Eddie comes?” You asked, removing your hand from Steve’s to continue your braid. Your fingers worked quickly, the motions familiar to you.

“Do you want me here?” He asked tentatively. He badly wanted to be, but didn’t want Eddie to think he was overstepping any more than he already did.

“Of course I do,” you said, picking your mug back up. “You don’t have to be, but you know I like having you for support.”

Steve smiled softly. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll be here then. 2?”

“Yep.”

Steve slapped his palms on his lap with a “Well, I better get going,” in a major dad move. You smiled to yourself as he stood and slipped his shoes back on. “I’ll be here tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything?”

“Sure,” you said. Steve leaned over and kissed you gently on top of the head before he was letting himself out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your Full House rerun.

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The next morning, Asher was up bright and early. You helped him onto his step stool in the kitchen to let him “help” make breakfast. You were teaching him how to crack eggs in the bowl without getting shells everywhere, and he was slowly getting the hang of it, but egg usually ended up everywhere anyway.

You were pulling muffins from the oven when the front door lock turned. Asher jolted to attention, knowing exactly who it would be.

“Stebe!” He yelled, nearly jumping down from his step stool and running to hug Steve’s legs.

Steve knocked back dramatically with an “Oof! You’re getting too strong for me, Ash.”

The toddler giggled, before grabbing Steve’s hand and pulling him over to the counter where breakfast awaited.

“You’re early,” you told him, eyebrows raised. “Like, really early.” It was still 10am.

Steve shrugged. “I wanted to hang out with my favorite people.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and chomped on it.

“You’re lucky I made enough for you,” you said, grabbing three plates from the cabinet. You handed them to Steve to plate.

“Almost like you knew I’d be here early,” he said, a teasing smile on his face that you returned with a knowing one as he took the dishes from your hands. You knew each other way too well.

After breakfast, Steve played trains with Asher on the living room floor while you cleaned up the kitchen. Steve was a little too distracted as he played today, eyes lingering on you a little too long, especially when you’d bend over. He just thought you looked so cute in your oversized t-shirt and short shorts you slept in. He loved how you let him see you in any state, and he always thought you looked beautiful.

It was naptime by the time you were done, and Steve offered to take care of it for you so you could sit down. You took him up on the offer, but still found yourself lingering behind, watching the way Steve would get Asher laughing so hard while he changed him, how Asher would refuse to let him leave without a “night night kiss”.

During his nap, you and Steve took up your usual positions on the couch. You laid your feet in his lap and Steve rubbed them over your fuzzy socks.

“Are you nervous?” He asked. You noticed how his biceps flexed as he massaged you.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted. “I don’t know what to expect.”

Steve squeezed your leg. “I’m here for you no matter what. Even if this doesn’t work out.”

“Do you think it will?” You asked, your voice full of nervous hope. “Work out?”

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “He’s not the same guy who left. I don’t want you to expect him to be.”

Asher woke up from his nap right on time, at 1:45. You got him dressed in a cute outfit, some little overalls with a yellow shirt underneath. He quickly ran back to the living room in search of Steve, who got back on the floor with him and watched as the toddler pulled every toy out of his toy box.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door.

You and Steve exchanged a look as you stood and headed to the front door. You opened it, seeing Eddie standing on the other side. He was dressed nicely, wearing a button down and tight jeans. His hair was brushed and tamed, and he held a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag in his hand.

“Hey,” you greeted, surprised at the effort he’d put into his appearance. “Come on in.”

You backed up, letting Eddie walk inside before you closed the door.

“These are for you,” he said, handing you the wrapped bouquet of carnations. You smiled as you took them, bringing them to your nose to smell them.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’ll go put them in some water.”

You walked into the kitchen, Eddie following behind you awkwardly. He looked into the living room as you filled a vase with water, only able to see Steve’s head and hear Asher’s laughter.

“What’s that?” You asked, gesturing towards the gift bag.

“Oh, uh,” Eddie said, looking down at the bag. “I just brought something for the kid. I hope that’s okay.”

You smiled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m sure he’ll love whatever it is. Are you ready to meet him?”

Eddie swallowed. He took a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

You walked into the living room with Eddie trailing behind. “Hey, Ash?”

The little boy turned away from the ninja turtles he’d been playing with with Steve, looking back at you. His eyes immediately moved to Eddie, and they widened. He turned, quickly scurrying into Steve’s lap and hiding his face in his chest. Steve looked up at you, unsure what to do as he wrapped his arms around the boy.

You turned to Eddie, who looked absolutely heartbroken. His face had fallen, and he looked like he could cry at any moment. You quickly put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. He’s just shy. He’ll warm up.” Eddie nodded, attempting to swallow his nerves.

“Ash, there’s someone I want you to meet,” you tried again, crouching down in front of him and Steve. Asher turned slightly, looking only at you through just one eye, his face still half buried in Steve’s shirt. “Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, cautiously, Asher turned, looking at Eddie. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, clutching onto his shirt in his tiny fists for dear life. Eddie watched on, at a loss for words, his heart broken in his chest as he took in the sight of his son, who looked even more like him in person, who wanted nothing to do with him. Who clung to Steve rather than even look at him.

“This is Eddie,” you told Asher, who was currently scrutinizing everything about him. You wondered if he found him intimidating. “He’s…this is your dad.”

Asher looked at Eddie, not understanding your words.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted gently, sitting the bag down and crouching down in front of Asher. “Nice to meet you, little man.”

Asher didn’t say anything. He turned, hiding his face again, acting like he was terrified of Eddie, would rather be anywhere else.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

You turned to Eddie, surprised by the random question. But the man looked utterly defeated, his lower lip quivering as he sniffled. Before you could answer him, he was standing and rushing off to the bathroom.

You looked at Steve, who looked completely uncomfortable. Asher finally uncovered his face with Eddie gone, looking around the room to see if he was still there. You stroked his curly hair gently.

“That might have gone worse than I expected,” Steve murmured, his hand stroking Asher’s back soothingly.

“He’s just shy, he’s not used to strangers,” you whispered back. “Maybe I should go talk to him.”

Steve nodded, and you stood, heading to the bathroom and softly knocking on the door. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, but it was obvious in his voice he’d been upset, maybe even crying.

“Can you let me in?”

There was a minute of silence before the lock turned and Eddie opened the bathroom door. His eyes were red, cheeks wet from tears. The sight broke your heart. You stepped into the bathroom with him, closing the door behind you two.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should have warned you about this ahead of time.”

Eddie shook his head. “He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” you said. “He’s just being shy. He doesn’t know you yet. Just give him time.”

Eddie laughed humorlessly, looking around the small room. “I’m no better than my own dad.”

Your heart broke for him. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it though?” He gripped onto the counter, leaning over. “I’ve been completely absent. Being a rockstar. My kid doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t even want anything to do with me. He hates me.” He laughed again. “I said I’d never be like my old man.”

“Eddie, you’re nothing like your dad.” You reached for him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I wanted to end the cycle but here I am continuing it. Walking away, leaving you, leaving him, leaving our son. He probably thinks Steve’s his dad.”

Your stomach hurt at his words. “You just have to give him time,” you said again. “He’s just a toddler. He’ll warm up, I promise.”

Eddie seemed to consider your words. Finally he nodded, wiping the tears from his face. “It’s just a lot, you know?”

You looked at him with sympathy. You knew this was hard on him. You felt terrible that it wasn’t going how he hoped. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

When Eddie rejoined you in the living room, he had pulled himself back together. Asher was back to playing with his toys, and didn’t notice as Eddie approached again. He sat down on the ground across from Steve and Asher as you sat on the couch, watching the interaction.

“Hey, Asher,” Eddie said softly.

Asher startled, quickly moving back into Steve’s lap the second he realized Eddie was back. Eddie’s face fell again, but he didn’t cry this time.

“I brought something for you. Wanna see?”

Asher looked at you, and you nodded encouragingly. He looked back to Eddie, then to the gift bag sitting beside him. “Toy?”

Eddie smiled. “You’ll have to open it and find out.” He handed the gift bag to Asher, who immediately started ripping into the paper. He got distracted, crinkling the gift paper in his hands, which made Eddie laugh.

When he made it into the actual gift, Asher pulled out a brand new blue train. His little eyes lit up, his mouth dropping open. “Thomas!”

Eddie smiled. “Do you like it?”

Asher nodded eagerly, examining the new train. It was different than his others. He reached back into the bag, pulling out the last gift - a stuffed bear with a custom Corroded Coffin t-shirt. “Bear!” He said, wrapping his chubby little arms around it and giving it a hug.

“That’s so you can remember me when I’m on the road,” Eddie said sadly. He felt better that Asher was talking to him and had loved his gifts, but he was still weighed down by the reality of the situation.

Asher picked up his green train and handed it to Eddie.

Eddie gently took the toy from his small hand. “This is for me?”

Asher nodded. He pointed to the train track, showing him where Percy goes. Eddie put the train down, and Asher smiled. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, however. You watched on as Eddie and Steve played with your son - it was almost like you weren’t even there. Eddie seemed to feel better as Asher opened up more, but he still clung tightly to Steve. You could tell Eddie noticed.

Eddie stayed to eat lunch with the three of you. You made a frozen pizza, Asher sitting between Steve and Eddie. Eddie smeared pizza sauce on Asher’s nose, making the little boy laugh hard.

“I don’t want to bother you guys for too long,” Eddie said after you’d all finished eating and he helped wash up. Asher had returned to the living room with Steve.

“Oh, okay,” you told him. “I’m…I’m really glad you came. I think Ash is really starting to like you.”

Eddie smiled. “Good.” He stood there awkwardly for a minute. “Do you think…I could see him again?”

“You can see him any time,” you said. “Just let me know?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Okay. We have to work in the studio tomorrow, but maybe I’ll call you the next day?”

“I have to work,” you told him reluctantly. “But we’ll figure something out.”

You walked with Eddie to the door, seeing him out. “Thank you again, for giving me a chance,” he said.

“Of course.” You touched his arm again. “I’m glad you want to be here.”

“I wouldn’t miss another second for the world.”

When you returned to the living room, Asher looked up. “Where Ebbie?”

Something hit Steve then. An intense kind of jealousy. Asher had never asked for anyone like that. He already felt like he was being pushed out of his position in Asher’s life. He saw the boy like his own son. He was afraid.

“Eddie had to go,” you told him. “But he’ll be back to see you very soon.”

Steve, who was never worried about imposing, stayed late again that night. He helped put Asher to bed before curling up on the couch with you as usual.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

You let out a long sigh. “That was…a lot.”

Steve rubbed your leg. “You did great. Ash did great.”

“I just feel bad. I know it hurt Eddie’s feelings. He’s being hard on himself.”

“Well, he did fuck up royally.”

“I know.” You nudged Steve with your foot. “Kid’s attached to you.”

Steve smiled, a look of pride crossing his face. “I love you and Ash more than anything. And I mean that.”

You knew he was telling the truth. You just didn’t know how much Steve loved you.

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The Silver Dragon (21)

The Library

Daemon confronts his daughter.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Daemon and Rhea's daughter)

Warnings: Violence

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Arianwyn hardly made it out of Maegor’s Holdfast before her legs failed her, and she collapsed against a wall, frozen in her fear. She hung her head between her knees as she dragged a hand through her hair, not caring when she thoroughly dismantled the braided bun Baela had created no more than an hour earlier.

How had everything gone so wrong?

Only minutes ago, she had been sitting with Aemond, her hand on his thigh and his eye on her lips, feeling as though nothing else mattered.

Now, she was sure it would be the last time she saw him smile for a long while, if not forever. Daemon would not forgive his words nor how he had easily dispatched Jace, and certainly not his open display of affection towards her. Her father would do everything in his power to keep them apart. Even when she was of age, he would fight against her happiness with everything he had.

“Aria!” Aemond’s voice echoing through the hall stopped her from spiraling further into paranoia and despair. She stood to grab onto him as he crashed into her, holding her tight to his chest as though he would never let her go.

His voice strained with desperation as he whispered into her hair. “Aria, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just got so angry, and I should have known better. I should have…”

Arianwyn shook her head into his chest, failing to stop his blustering as he pressed kiss after kiss onto her hair.

“I won’t let him hurt you, I promise. I’ll stand guard outside your bedchamber myself. I’ll – ”

“Aemond, please, I have to tell you something.”

“Anything, Aria.”

“I…” she held back her tears just long enough to bite out, “I’m leaving. Tonight.”

Silence.

It had not felt real until it left her lips, she realized. The child still in her that had once loved reading fairy tales with Aemond was hoping for some kind of miracle, something to give her a happy ending and take away all her fears. Even as she packed her bag with Brynna and practiced opening the hidden door again and again until she knew exactly where to press the keystone, it felt like a faraway dream.

It had not been real until Aemond knew.

He stared at the wall, blinking furiously. “You said you wouldn’t leave me again.”

She pulled away, gazing up at him with eyes full of determination and regret. “I don’t want to, Aemond. Please believe me. But I must.”

“Daemon is forcing you back to Dragonstone? When did he – ”

“It is not that, Aemond.” She shook her head, unable to find the words to explain.

“Then why?” It sounded almost like an accusation.

“Because Daemon will never allow me to stay here, and I would rather die than return to Dragonstone.”

Aemond went unnaturally still, his eye focused and intense like a gathering storm. He raised a hand to Arianwyn’s cheek, his hold at once firm and gentle. “Aria… where are you going?”

“There are tunnels throughout the castle,” she explained. “Rhaenys showed me. Brynna and I will use them tonight, as will Ser Warren. We’ll go to Runestone, and I will hide until I am of age and Daemon holds no more power over me.”

Aemond scoffed, though his eye shone with angry tears. “A stupid plan. Runestone is the first place he’ll look for you. He will have you within a month, if not sooner.”

“Then I will hide someplace else!” Arianwyn hissed, not wanting to raise her voice for fear of being discovered with his arms around her, holding her like a lover. “But I cannot stay here, and I cannot return to Dragonstone. If he can’t whore me out to some brutish old lord before he tires of my presence, he will kill me, Aemond! Especially after…”

She did not need to finish her thought. Aemond averted his gaze, his blind side facing her, and she knew he understood he had all but sealed her fate with his words at dinner.

“Let me come with you,” he begged. “Ser Warren can’t protect you alone, but I can help him. I can help you stay safe.”

Arianwyn smiled sadly. It would be like one of the stories they read together, the prince and his lady running away together, but that was not the story that would be told. “I wish you could,” she said, fighting back tears. “I really do. But he would only say that you stole me away and paint you as the villain. I will not allow that.”

She placed her hand atop his, leaning forward until their foreheads touched and the tips of their noses bumped together. “I will come back. I swear it. And when I do...”

Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned forward to kiss him at last. But in the heartbeat before their lips touched, Aemond sharply pulled back. When Arianwyn opened her eyes, she found him looking not at her but at the man prowling down the hall.

Daemon. With a scowl on his face and death in his eyes.

Not her death, she knew, but Aemond’s. His death would cause her more pain than her own, and Daemon would know it. She couldn’t let that happen – would not.

Arianwyn’s heart pounded hard and slow, the urge to defend and protect rising within her as it had in that tunnel on Driftmark so long ago. Bunching Aemond’s jacket in her hands, she pushed him away from her. “Run!”

Aemond ignored Aria’s order to run, instead taking up a defensive stance before her. The gods themselves could not stop him from protecting what was his.

Even as Daemon came ever closer, Aria pulled at his arms, growling, “If you don’t run this instant, I shall hate you for the rest of my life.”

His nostrils flared. How could she say such a thing? How could she hate him for doing what was right? How could she hate him if she were dead?

Some small part of his rational mind broke through his primal rage, and he remembered why he had resisted killing Daemon only moments ago. He needed a witness. Someone to testify that the killing was justified. That he was not a villain who slew his kin without righteous cause.

Aria alone would not suffice – her tumultuous relationship with her father too well known. Perhaps if it was his mother or grandsire on the throne, he could expect leniency in his punishment. For even then, he would be punished. He had to be. Too many already thought him the villain for his family to wholly prevent it.

But he could no longer feel sure that it would be his mother or grandsire on the throne, not when the king had risen to come to the defense of his whore daughter. Surely he would do the same for his rouge brother.

No, Aemond could not do this alone.

Fortunately, there were other men in the Red Keep with unimpeachable honor and a loyalty to Aria that nearly matched his own. With a last helpless glance at his love, Aemond kissed her temple before bolting down the hall to fetch them.

Watching Aemond flee felt like watching one of her limbs be severed from her body, but Arianwyn steeled herself as she faced her father. Surely, he would not kill her now, not when Aemond had witnessed him approaching his daughter with such rage and his wife had only just pledged them to peace in their family.

She realized the pledge meant nothing to Daemon when he wrapped his hand around her throat and thrust her head back into the hard stone wall so hard her ears rung, and his nails sank into her skin deep enough that a single droplet of crimson blood slid down her neck.

Rather than fear for her life or pray to the gods to save her, all Arianwyn could do was wonder whether the blood would stain her beautiful gown.

“Are you not capable of keeping your godsdamned legs closed for that one-eyed fool for a single hour, you hateful little slut?” Daemon hissed. The sour smell of wine lingered on his breath. He tightened his grip on her neck until she had nowhere to look but into his wrathful eyes.

Still, Arianwyn felt no fear.

She had lived for so long consumed by fear for what her father may do to her. Throughout her childhood, she dreaded his continued indifference toward her. Then she shrank from his anger, his keen hatred. The way that, with a single word, he could destroy her happiness. And now that he was poised to kill her, she felt nothing.

Strange.

With a surge of confidence, she smiled at Daemon, a dark laugh escaping her lips. “A trait I seem to have inherited from you, dear father.”

“Hold your tongue, or you may lose it,” he snarled, pushing her further into the wall. But the chill in the rough stone only invigorated her – it matched the ice in her veins.

“Like Vaemond Velaryon lost his?” she taunted, all too aware that with each word, she was baiting a dangerous beast. “If you can’t manage to hit your mark with Valyrian steel, how do you expect to hurt me when you are unarmed?”

The muscles in her neck strained painfully as Daemon growled, raising his arm to push her higher and higher against the wall until she had to rise to her toes to escape the pressure. With every excruciating moment, she was amazed that her head did not simply fall from her shoulders.

“Your bitch mother displayed a similar wit,” he jeered, cocking his head as a dark haze crossed his eyes. He was silent for a moment before a vile sneer crossed his lips. “It did not last long.”

At that, something in Arianwyn’s heart snapped, like a sudden crack tearing through a great glacier, and something far more dangerous than even a dragon slipped through – her endless, ageless rage. The same rage that ran in Daemon’s veins finally awoke inside her and spilled into her own.

“Which mother would that be?” she asked with a voice as sickeningly sweet as candied lemons. “The one you killed, the one you neglected, or the one you are now using for her throne?”

Then, without thought but with a speed that surprised even her, she reached into her skirts and pulled out Brynna’s embroidery shears. Clamping the blades together in her fist, she plunged the tip into Daemon’s hand – into the soft, vulnerable flesh between his forefinger and thumb. She struck with such force that the shears pierced all the way through, stopping only when she felt the steel bite against her own skin.

Daemon roared in pain, jumping back and releasing his hold on Arianwyn.

Her slippers had barely hit the floor before she was running as fast as her trembling legs would take her through the dark halls of the castle.

There were twelve other men in the Red Keep with unimpeachable honor and unwavering loyalty to Aria, and Aemond vowed to fall at Ser Westerling’s feet to thank him for assigning them quarters near the Holdfast.

The Bronze Guard, they called themselves, to reflect the color of the house they served and the armor they wore. Twelve Valemen hand-selected by the Regent of Runestone to protect his cousin and lady while she was raised away from her homeland.

Half the company had been with Aria since she left the Vale, and were as much family to her and Aemond was. Even those who joined while she was in King’s Landing or on Dragonstone were fiercely loyal to her. That much was clear when Aemond burst into the common room of their chambers and every man jolted to attention, their eyes on him.

It was their captain, Ser Warren Crayne, who stepped forward. He was planning to escape the keep with Aria that night, which likely explained why he was uncharacteristically not armored. His black eyes scanned Aemond’s face, then flitted to the empty hall behind him, and his already harsh face hardened. “Where is she?”

All Aemond had to say was, “Daemon,” and every man lept to his feet.

Those that were armored drew their swords as they fell into formation behind Aemond and Ser Warren, who had taken his own blade from where it sat atop a canvas rucksack - his provisions for his planned flight. Those that were only in their gambesons, or even their nightclothes, took up whatever was closest, be it a sword, a dagger, or in the case of one knight Aemond hadn’t yet met, a fire poker.

Thus, thirteen men began marching through the halls of the Red Keep, all with one, singular purpose: to save Aria.

She did not know where she was going, for h, soeeled with shock at what she had done, and tears stung her blurring eyes. She was running on pure instinct, though her mind screamed at her from far away to somehow make it back to her rooms, to where Brynna and Ser Warren were waiting for her.

Then, she tripped.

She went tumbling to the floor. Her left slipper came off as she skidded to a halt, her now-scuffed hands breaking her fall.

From the distance, she could hear footsteps coming toward her.

At that moment, she recalled a fairy tale she and Aemond had once read. A wayward shoe had led a Valyrian Prince to his lost Princess.

But Arianwyn was not in a fairy tale.

No, this was a monster story.

She would not allow something as absurd as a lost shoe to lead her vengeful father to her. Instead, she tore her other slipper off her foot and grabbed the other from the floor as she began to run again. Once she came to an intersection of corridors, she threw the shoes down one hall and turned to run in the opposite direction.

Her lungs burned as she ran further and further, past the limits of her aching muscles. She did not stop until the sound of footsteps had faded, and she reached two large oaken doors.

The library doors.

How had she gotten here? She was supposed to go to her rooms, not here. She knew she should turn back and return to her rooms, her packed bag, and the tunnel that led to her freedom.

Still, she found her hand drifting over the great brass doorknobs. The library was as much her home as anywhere else in the world. It was a place of safety, though it could not protect her forever. But perhaps it could shelter her for a little while, just long enough for Daemon to abandon his search for her.

Aria hadn’t been in the hall where Aemond last saw her. Neither had Daemon. But there were dark drops of blood on the ground where she had stood.

Whoever’s blood it was, it left no trail to follow. Instead, Aemond and the Bronze Guard fanned out to search every possible route from that hall to Aria’s rooms. It had been Ser Rody Tollett who found her discarded slippers. But it was Aemond who realized they were a ruse.

The slippers were too far apart from each other to have fallen from her feet, they had been thrown. The answer to why came from Ser Christor Hardyng, who had been with Aemond and Aria when they first read the old story of the Valyrian princess who lost her shoes.So, they followed the opposite hall, fanning out again until Aemond came to a pair of great oaken doors, still slightly ajar.

When he slipped inside, the library was eerily quiet.

She had to be here.

For Aemond and Aria, this had beena place of ultimate comfort. The place they had spent countless nights together, eagerly devouring knowledge by the same dim candlelight. This was the place they had always been able to cheer each other, even on their darkest days. This library was sacred to them. More than any other place, this was their home.

With a quick gesture with the hand still holding her slippers, Aemond signaled for Ser Warren and two of the knights he hadn’t met to fan out and search for her among the stacks. Though if she were here, he knew precisely where she would be. Holding his sword at the ready, Aemond carefully and quietly made his way through the sprawling rows of shelves.

Past the oldest and most prestigious tomes chained in place near the doors to impress foreign visitors. Past the religious texts his mother had ordered moved to the forefront only a few years ago. Past the most flattering histories of each noble house, hand-selected by their loyal Maesters over the years.

They had explored the entire library, yes. But there was one place that was theirs.

There she was.

Beneath the shelves of their precious alcove, the walls lined with the surviving histories and legends of Old Valyria, Aria sat under their table, crying softly as she read the large book in her lap.

Silently, Aemond sheathed his sword and approached, setting her slippers atop the table before crouching to face her. His heart wrenched in agony when he beheld the two trails of freshly dried blood running down her neck and the already bruising skin beneath her jaw.

“Aria?” he called gently.

Her silver eyes snapped to him in fear, but they softened when she saw him. She smiled at him, even as her tears continued to fall.

He stared at her wounds. Daemon had hurt her. “What happened?”

Following his gaze, she brought her hand to her neck as if she had forgotten the blood that lay there. “Oh,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I stabbed him.”

“You what?” Aemond asked in disbelief. He could hardly imagine her hurting anyone, let alone stabbing them. Though he supposed if she was going to stab someone, it would be Daemon.

Wiping the half-dried blood from her hand onto her dress, she stared distantly across the library hall. “He was choking me. And he insulted my mother. So, I stabbed him.”

Aemond could not help the pride that rose in his chest nor the breathless laugh that escaped his lips. “With what?”

Aria’s face lit with mischief, but her lips wobbled. “Brynna’s embroidery shears.”

“Is Daemon alive?” he asked, afraid of what her answer might be.

She nodded, sadness again taking over her features. “It was only his hand.” She shook her head and patted the ground next to her. “Come join me.”

“I’m afraid I’m too tall now. Will you come out?”

She frowned slightly and shrank away from him, clutching the book to her chest. Tears came again to her eyes. She sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. But it was too late, the dam had broken.

“He will kill me, Aemond,” she whispered through her tears. “After what I did, he won’t care what the court may think. He won’t even care about losing me as a bargaining chip. He just wants me dead.” A sob escaped her, and she clapped her hands over her ears and began shaking her head back and forth, faster and faster. It was how she banished nightmares when they were children.

Discarding his sword, Aemond fell to his knees and crawled under the table, his spine hitting it’s underside painfully with every movement. But it didn’t matter, he just needed to get to Aria. She was crying, shaking, breaking, and he needed to hold her together.

He took her in his arms when he reached her and she curled into a ball against his chest. If he could only hold her tight enough, maybe he could keep her from shattering. For if she broke…

“He’s going to kill me,” she said against his shoulder. “He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me.”

She repeated those awful words again and again, as if they were the only ones she knew. No amount of his sushing quieted her. His gentle swaying did not stop her desperate, gasping breaths. Not even his fingers threading through her hair calmed her.

He had to do something, he -

An idea floated through Aemond’s mind. He was about to dismiss it as simply the fanciful notion of the lovesick boy he had once been. But when he truly considered it, he realized it could be the answer to all Aria’s woes.

“No. He won’t.” He grinned openly. “Daemon only holds such power over you because you are his daughter, and you are not yet of age.”

She turned her eyes down as he spoke, but he cupped her chin and raised her eyes to his. He knew it wasn’t fair, but she needed to hear the truth.

“You are a woman. Until you, at last, become the Lady of Runestone, you are powerless.”

Arianwyn scowled. “Yes, I know, Aemond. But – “

“Marry me.”

[youwouldntdownloadapizza]

The Gates of Jackson | Joel Miller x F!Reader | Chapter 3 - The Cabin

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You showed up at the gates of Jackson with hands covered in blood and no memory of how you got there. That was two years ago. Since then, you've become Maria's right-hand woman and the person in charge of Jackson's logistical backend. Patrol schedules, inventory—all your purview. When a patrol gone wrong forces you to get to know Joel, memories of your past begin resurfacing—along with their consequences.

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.1k

tags: no use of y/n, eventual smut, no beta we die like sarah, jackson era, other additional tags to be added, slow burn, ellie needs a hug, joel lives, good parent joel, reader-insert, reader insert, forced proximity, only one bed trope, nightmares, childbirth, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft joel, cuddling & snuggling, fluff, masturbation, pining, joel falls first, possibly demisexual reader (tbd), ptsd, ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks, amnesia, sexual braiding

chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, violence towards children, nightmares

Chapter 3 - The Cabin

By the time you descended the ladder, Joel had everything set up. A clean, if dusty and threadbare, blanket was spread before the fireplace. He’d managed to get the fire going, and while it hadn’t reached a roar, it was plenty hot enough to heat some cans for dinner.

“What are you in the mood for?” Joel asked, gesturing between two cans with a pilfered can opener. “I’ve got alphabet soup or beefy ravioli.”

“Ravioli, please,” you said decisively, taking a seat beside him on the blanket. It took a second of him staring at you expectantly for you to realize he was holding out your selection. You took it and dug in.

“Holy shit,” you nearly moaned, the zing of 20-year-old marinara a delight to tired taste buds.

“That good, huh?” Joel asked. 

You nodded–yeah, it was really that good.

“Maybe Ellie’s onto something,” he chuckled, digging into his own dinner. You cocked an eyebrow. He elaborated, “She’s big on Chef Boyardee, too. Who knew he’d have so many fans in the apocalypse?”

“I don’t know,” you joked. “Fungal pandemics come and go, but pasta is forever.”

He laughed mid-chew, snorting so effusively a J-shaped piece of pasta landed at your feet.

“Huh,” you said. “J for Joel.”

You ate the rest of your food in relative silence, the levity of the first few bites subsiding once you realized how hungry you truly were.

A few minutes later, you set your empty can on the hearth with a clatter. “I’m gonna turn in.”

Joel nodded. “I’ll take first watch. Good night, Doe.”

“Night, Joel.”

Upon further inspection, the puke-covered couch appeared to convert into a mostly unscathed bed. It felt almost wrong to tuck yourself beneath such cozy bedding in your filthy patrol clothes. Especially since you had to be ready to spring into action at any moment, which meant your shoes stayed on too. But it’s not like there were other options. You lay your head atop the impossibly fluffy pillow, and let your eyes fall shut. Before you knew it, you were asleep.

* * *

You only ever saw Steffy in your dreams anymore. Your baby sister had been there for the collapse of the Salt Lake City QZ, escaping alongside you. But somewhere between fleeing and finding yourself at the gates of Jackson, you’d lost her. You’re not sure what happened exactly, but the dread in the pit of your stomach left no room for wondering: Steffy was dead.

She was alive right now, though. You were little again, sitting on the terracotta tiles of your Aunt Suzie’s back porch. It was summer, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the magnolia tree above you.

While the adults grilled, you and Steffy had a tea party. All the best dolls were invited, teddy bears too. Even Steffy’s favorite, a bedraggled rat plushie named Ratty.

“Ratty wants Earl Grey,” Steffy said, holding out a tiny teacup and saucer.

“Why, of course,” you replied in a bad British accent, pretending to pour him a cup.

Steffy made Ratty drink the whole cup in one gulp. “Dee-licious.”

You giggled. She giggled. It was contagious, the two of you devolving into downright guffaws when you noticed the adults’ chatter had stopped. Looking over your sister’s shoulder, your face fell.

“What’s wrong?” Steffy asked with a tilt of her head.

You wanted to tell her to run. You wanted to tell her to get behind you, that something was wrong. But you were frozen. 

That’s when the clicker sunk its teeth into her neck.

You woke with a start, flailing wildly, arm connecting with something hard, something that let out an ‘oof’ in response. Joel. You had hit Joel. Based on the proximity, you guessed he was trying to wake you.

“Sorry,” you panted, heart still racing from your dream. “Time for my watch?”

“No,” you could barely make out the shake of his head against what was left of the dying firelight. “It’s only been a couple hours. You were flailin’ about, looked like you were having a nightmare.”

“Oh,” you said. “Thank you. I’m fine now.”

“If you’re sure,” he said. “I’m here, y’know. If you want to… talk about it, or anything.”

You were still shaky. Your heart was still going so fast. But you weren’t about to discuss your dead sister with Joel Miller.

“I’m fine.” You doubled down, softer than you meant to.

“Okay,” he backed off, returning to his spot leaned up against the fireplace, eyes on the door.

Minutes passed, and your heart was still racing. Your hand throbbed, and you wondered how hard you’d hit Joel. Hopefully not hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” you said softly through the darkness.

“It’s fine, Doe. You were dreaming.”

You hated the way he brushed away your concerns, the way he gave you grace. In your experience, people rarely let others off the hook, not really. There was always some resentment that lingered.

If you were going to owe him, you might as well really owe him.

“Joel?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“I can’t sleep,” you confessed.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about that.”

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself to ask for what you wanted. “Will you cuddle with me? It’s not you, it’s just…I need another person. We’re safe here, we don’t need a watch, not really. And I need you.”

“Thought you said it wasn’t personal.”

“It’s not,” you bristled. “But I thought it would be nice.”

“Never said it wouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You lay there expectantly for what felt like ages. Then, finally, you heard the squeak of old floorboards under his boots, and felt the squish of the mattress as he climbed onto it beside you. You found a position easily, one arm beneath your head, his other loosely draped across your waist.

Your heart slowed marginally, but your breathing remained fast and light.

“Relax, sweetheart. You gotta breathe.”

“I can’t–” you started. He cut you off with a hand to your stomach.

“You can.” He pulled you back against him gently, not so tight you were crushed, but just enough for you to feel the expanding and contracting of his own breath against your back. “Breathe with me, alright?”

You nodded with a shuddering breath. He tapped your stomach lightly with his thumb. You matched his inhale, breathing deeply and resenting the fact that this shit works every goddamn time. Within a few minutes, you were calm. Or as calm as you were going to get, anyway.

“I get them too, you know,” Joel admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were still pulled close against him, neither of you having made a move to scramble apart once your breathing returned to normal. At his admission, you relaxed into him fully, taking his free hand in yours.

Before you knew it, you were asleep once more, dreamless and deep, held safe and secure in the warmth of Joel’s embrace.

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[telli1206]

I Won't Let Go

Happy Holidays @bucket-barnes! I'm your Descendants Secret Santa. I did my best for a little Harry hallucination holiday angst for you. I hope you like it!

Harry is dealing with past trauma in Auradon during Christmas, and Uma and Gil are there to get him through it. Just a little fluff and angst for the holidays ❤❄

AO3

Uma’s hand tightens on the doorknob. Her eyes are tilted downward, following her own movement as if in a trance. She’s trying so hard to focus on the dinged-gold gleam of the metal rather than the words being spoken to her.

“Uma? You get what I’m saying, right? It’s for his own good. T-to, help him, I guess? I just…I want to keep him safe.”

Her chest feels tight, and the next breath she sucks in is borderline painful. But she plasters on the most genuine-looking smile she can muster, looking Ben in the eye with her chest puffed in fake bravado.

“Of course, Ben,” she coos, brushing her hand along his arm in a reassuring way. “If there’s anyone here that knows what’s best for us, it’s you. If you think Harry needs this, I’m in.”

Ben flashes her a grin, the most white and straight and perfect one she’s ever seen still, despite being surrounded by them now in a world of prim princes and princesses. There’s a sadness in his eyes, though. Uma feels like she’s been recognizing it more often. Whenever Ben has to acknowledge how the Isle has made their lives different, she sees it. And she finds she can really appreciate that about Ben in this moment. Neither of them wants to do this, but they both care enough about Harry to know it needs to be done.

“So, you really want to be in there, with him? I’d hate to keep you confined, too.” Ben’s chewing his lip, his brow furrowed with worry. “Once I lock the door it has to stay that way. The clock’s going to start ticking down the minutes to the parade in about…10 minutes?” He tells her with a brief glance to his watch. “And then the bells go off for a full minute after that. I think Harry’s going to need the full night to recover. After what happened at that Tourney game, I can’t risk it. The gash on Jay’s leg isn’t even fully healed yet.”

Uma winces at the thought. That wasn’t the first time they realized the Tourney bell could set Harry off, but it was definitely the worst. He had lunged at Jay simply because the boy was closest to the direction of the sound, so he got the brunt of Harry’s swing. Jay hadn’t stood a chance.

She shook her head sternly. “I’m not leaving him alone, Ben. He needs me.”

And I need him. The thought goes unsaid, but the tiny smile quirking at the end of Ben’s lips makes his understanding clear. With a gentlemanly wave of his hand, he grants Uma’s entrance through Harry’s door.

There’s no hesitation in Uma’s step. She charges through the door with the same determination and confidence she always has when she’s coming to see Harry. Like she wants to be here. Because she does.

In this moment, there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

The second he meets her eyes, Harry’s smile gleams so bright. Warm and all-encompassing, reaching all the way to the crinkles of his ocean-blue eyes.

He always smiles that way when he sees her, Uma knows that. Because she always feels that same familiar heat pool in her belly when he does it, like she’s the only thing he ever needs to see again. The only thing he wants in his life, forever.

“Love, you’re back!” Harry proclaims, his arms already outstretched for her. He waits patiently that way, his wide grin unwavering until Uma’s in his arms, her tangle of braids spilling into his face as he envelops her.

“I was hopin’ ye weren’t gonna make me spend Christmas Eve without ya,” he said, voice muffled into the side of her neck. She shakes her head vigorously at that, making him chuckle.

“Don’t be a dolt, Harry. You know that would never happen.” She pulls back to smack him on the chest, the gesture missing all its animosity as she couldn’t fight the smile off her face. Harry ducks into her space, looking up into her eyes with a teasing smirk on his lips.

“A dolt, am I? But I’m your dolt, so what does that make you?”

“Well-“

“CAP’N! HARRY!”

Uma’s eyes whip to the door when Gil comes bounding in, practically toppling over Ben as he tries to open the door. She swallows a snort at the comical way the blond boy rolls over the king’s arm, flipping into a somersault and jumping up to his feet in an almost graceful flop. He flashes a toothy grin when he’s finally standing in front of them, panting audibly as he tries to offer a little bow for them.

Harry bursts out a laugh at that, picking up Uma in his arms to bow them both in return, eliciting a giggle from her while she clings desperately to his neck. Harry stands up quickly though when a loud cough erupts from the doorway.

“Eh, well…I guess Gil…we’ll see you in the morning too?” Ben stammers slowly, his smile halfway curling in an uncomfortable way. “Just, you all have a good night. And Merry Christmas!”

Ben waves as he closes the door, barely nodding an acknowledgment at the way Harry waves wildly back, almost dropping Uma to the ground as he does so. She lands on her feet though, brushing herself off quickly so she can jump on Gil and hug him tightly.

“Gil, what are you doing here?” Uma demands, smiling easily when he hugs her close. He’s sighing happily, and she lets it happen for a few moments before pulling back to look at him.

“Really, you should be out, enjoying the holiday stuff! You don’t need to be stuck inside.”

Gil’s brows knit together as he stares at Uma, clearly dumbfounded.

“Why would I want to do that when you an’ Harry are in here? That stuff doesn’t matter if I don’t have you guys! You know I love you, don���t you Ums?”

Uma bites her lip at that, holding her breath to fight down the swell of tears that’s starting to build.

“Yeah, Gil. Yeah. I know.” She smiles at him, turning to stand beside him to throw an arm over his shoulders.

“And you love our first mate too, right? We both do,” she adds with a wink, relishing in the way Harry beams back at them.

“Course!” Gil agrees, quickly jumping on Harry. They fall back on the bed in a hug, Harry nearly bellowing with laughter as Gil squeezes him tight, tickling his neck when he buries his nose there.

“I was bummed when Ben told me you guys couldn’t come out of this room, so I made him lock me in too,” Gil added in his muffled voice. He lifted his head to look at Harry, his expression changing to confusion when he sees the smile unexpectedly slip from Harry’s face.

“Locked…in?” Harry repeats. “So we can’t get out?” He glances at Uma. “What’s he talkin’ about?”

Uma huffs, but forces a smile back on her face. As much as she loves Gil, sometimes he could really stand to have some sense knocked into him.

“It’s nothing!” She waves it away, walking up to Harry to grab him by the forearms. “I wanted to have a nice Christmas, just us. I told Ben not to let anyone bother us, ok? I’m sick of all bells and lights and singing and that…eggnog crap that tastes like spoiled milk with cake mix thrown in.”

She emphasizes her last comment with a fake gag, forcing a slight chuckle out of Harry. She throws a quick glance over Harry’s shoulder to Gil, who’s just staring at her, eyes blank and confused. She tries to give him a little wink, but she’s sure it’s not enough for him to understand what she’s doing. Still, she tips her head their way, indicating for Gil to join them, and her shoulders relax when he simply shrugs and follows her.

“Can we snuggle Harry? I just need some time with my boys. This winter weather is shit. I’d like nothing more than to lay in bed and maybe watch a movie on the laptop.” She grabs Gil and yanks them both to stand beside her.  

“‘Pirates of the Caribbean’?” She adds, pouting her lips hopefully.

Harry grins instantly. “Oh Cap’n, you always know how to get me to do yer biddin’.”

She smiles brightly, pushing Harry back towards the bed. As he crawls into place, Uma is quick to pull Gil close to her.

“Clock ticking’s about to start,” she mumbles quietly, eyes still on Harry. “Make sure you have both arms around Harry as soon as we lay down, got it? The next 10 minutes are gonna be real tough on him. And us.”

She looks up briefly to Gil, relief flooding her chest when his eyes widen in recognition. He nods and scrambles quickly onto the bed, prompting another cackle from Harry when he leaps on top of him, wrapping his arms and legs around him and locking them together on the bed.

Uma manages a shaky laugh at the sight, her eyes darting quickly around the room for a second. She spots Harry’s hook on a high shelf, where Ben had made him set it when they arrived in Auradon. His sword is mounted in a case on the wall, out of commission.

She sighs in relief and crawls her way onto the bed, carefully positioning herself on the other side of Harry. He’s still laughing, and she offers a loving smile as she lays her head on his shoulder, placing a hand over his and Gil’s on his chest. Her grip tightens as the clock ticks its first, and she’s fast to swing her other arm behind Harry’s shoulder, holding firmly as his eyes bulge at the sound.

Harry’s face quickly twists from fear to anger as his fists begin to clench. Uma plants a small kiss to his shoulder before closing her eyes and bracing herself.

“Love you Harry,” she whispers softly, before the silence of the room is lost to a heart-wrenching scream.

[shipmistress9]

Some Things Will Never Change

Fandom: Fourth Wing -- The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet -- Riorgail

Rating: Teen

Summary: Just a soft morning, years after the events of the books.

. o O o .

It’s early morning as I stand at the large window in our living room and gaze out at the land around us, a hot mug of coffee warming my hands. Soft grass-covered hills with dew glistening in the morning sunlight, broken apart by rough cliffs. To the left, I can just see the entrance to the cave our dragons live in, and in the distance, the wide ocean is beckoning, the sound of the waves sometimes audible even from up here. It’s beautiful, and even after all these years, I’m still stunned that we made it this far.

I feel Xaden behind me even before his hands wrap around my waist, his warmth against my back, and he lowers his head to place a soft kiss to where my neck and shoulder meet.

“Morning, love of my life.”

I chuckle, both at his words and at the way his sleep-rough voice sends a shiver down my spine, setting my body alight in an instance. How does he still do that?

“Morning,” I hum back at him, tilting my head to give him better access. My eyes flutter shut as he trails a path of kisses up my neck, lingering on that spot at the side of my throat that aways makes my knees go weak before moving further, his breath tickling behind my ear. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

Xaden grunts in affirmation, but I don’t think he meant the view. I’m not sure I did, either. I lean back against his chest, all but melting against him as his hands roam up my sides and I turn my head to seek his lips with mine. It’s a slow kiss, full of emotions and tenderness. It’ll change soon, I know it, but for the moment it is everything I ever wanted, this closeness, the assurance that there will always be a ‘we’, that until the end of our days, we won’t be separated.

His hands tighten, the emotions overflowing through our bond. It’s nearly enough to bring tears to my eyes, and I lift my hand to bury my fingers in his soft hair, to hold him close, to feel as our lips part, our tongues meeting in that dance they know all too well.

“Urgh, really? Before breakfast? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Xaden’s lips twitch into a grin, mirrored by my own, before we part and look over at where Liam just left his bedroom. At now twelve years old and after his latest growth spurt, he looks exactly like a younger—and much lankier—version of Xaden. Well, except for the eyes. Those, he got from me, and when he’s happy, the blue in them outshines the brown, as if his name-sake is smiling back at us through our son.

“Of course, before breakfast,” Lilith pipes up at her older brother from behind him, yawning as she rubs her eyes. “Didn’t you get used to that by now?” She trudges over into the kitchen, strands of her long brown hair sticking in every direction from where they escaped her messy night braid.

Liam grunts and rolls his eyes, following her to help set the table. “You’d think they eventually get past that stage,” he grumbles.

“Evidently not,” Lilith says in her currently standard know-it-all tone, sounding a little exasperated.”

I can’t help but smile, at their exchange but also at how Xaden’s hands move down to curl around my round belly. “He’s right, you know?” I turn in Xaden’s arms, my hands resting on his chest. “You’d think we eventually get past this stage…” This stage where all I can see and think about is him, where everything else stops existing the moments he enters a room. Where my heart and soul belong to him, entirely, irrevocably, forever.

And of course, it changed. Our two—soon three—children hold an equal share of our affection. And yet…

“I hope it never changes,” Xaden purrs into my mind, his lips finding mine again. “This craziness between us. The fire. I never want it to end.”

I chuckle. “Same…”

“Besides,” he mumbles against my lips, his arms holding me close. “I told you so the first night we spent together, and so many times since then. I’ll never get enough of you.”

. o O o .

AN: I was in dire need of some fluff. Hope someone enjoys. 😊

**Inspired by a comment from my own 12yo 😆**

[missameliep]

Nothing is impossible with you - Blades of Light and Shadow - Tyril Starfury x Arwen (f!elf!MC)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: Tyril Starfury; Arwen Nightbloom (F!Elf MC); Siora, the healer (f!Elf); Mal Volari.

Pairing: Tyril x Arwen

Rating: G (see notes bellow for tw)

Word count: ~1,5K words

Summary: All her life, Arwen never ever got sick. All of a sudden, she''s fallen ill and letting someone take care of her and find out what's wrong will not be an easy step for someone so used to be on her own.

Notes:

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

English is not my first language.

Based on this ask sent too long ago by my dear friend @princess-geek to whom I dedicate this little silly fic. Again, Happy late birthday, sweetie!

TW: non-graphic mentions of sickness/vomiting, pregnancy.

This is also my submission to @aprilchallenge - prompt: family.

Growing up, Kade used to be sick often.

Even as a child, Arwen could recognize the earliest signs and take care of him. Whenever the winds and the flower season came blowing pollen everywhere, it would get him feverish and coughing for weeks at a time. Weeks before the season started, she would bring home the herbs from the wetlands to make him medicine, like she was taught.

Other times it was the rain or haze or the invisible creatures that surround the humans despite the existence of the Light and are said to put you to bed with your flesh crawling and your stomach twisting with pain. These evil creatures seem to have an aversion of elves or couldn’t prevail against the strong blood running through her veins since she never ever got sick.

The only thing that once or twice got her to bed were the orcish ales brought to the tavern, that were not like the ales of her land and could almost burn your skin and set you on spontaneous fire. But that was not on her, some more resistant to liquor than she ever was succumbed to a bottle of those greenish evil concoctions.

Therefore, the second day she woke up nauseated and no food or drink could settle on her stomach was absolutely unusual.

“Maybe I’m no longer used to elven food...” she coughed, and resumed washing her face with cold water.

“I’ve seen you eat the most questionable food over the years, my dear... food that the mere sight of twisted my insides... and not once you fell ill...” Tyril said, worry frowning his brows while he held her long braided hair back, and observed her pale face reflected on the mirror. “And you were feeling nauseated before we gotten here.”

“Perhaps the treasure was really cursed,” she pondered, gripping the edge of the sink for support and snarled, “If I die because of it, I’ll forever haunt Mal...”

“It was merely a tale to keep the weaklings away from the island. There was nothing magical about it... I assure you.”

“I hope you’re right...”

“I am and I think we should see a healer...” he said, dabbing a clean tissue on her chin and neck, but Arwen was too stubborn to agree with him just yet. Maybe tomorrow she’ll feel better.

“I’m not sick!” she growled from the other side of the door, despite Tyril’s insistence that she would let him inside – which she didn’t and he sat by the door for the next hour in silence.

At night, she crawled to bed after one cup of tea, trusting the queasiness was finally gone, and he worried about the extreme paleness of her cheeks and lack of energy. A strong fear settled in his heart.

“Let me take care of you, dearest of my heart,” he whispered against her hair. “Tell me where it hurts, and I can find a spell...”

“I am fine now,” she stubbornly refused his aid, but not the welcoming arms or the strong chest where she laid her head and immediately fell asleep.

On the third day, before sunrise, Tyril found the space beside him in the bed empty and wouldn’t have it anymore. One of the healers of Undermount was called to the Starfury House, and after a moments deliberation, Arwen allowed her walking inside the room.

The elderly elf with skin as dark as the night and long ash blue braids that reached just above the hip bone approached her in silence and helped her back into bed. Her voice was soft and melodic as the jingle of tiny bells.

“How long you feel ill?” she asked. Leaning against the wall, Tyril shook his head in disapproval when Arwen replied she wasn’t sick, and insisted on the elven food theory.

“Four days, Siofra. Maybe more,” he said, “She hasn’t eaten anything these past two days.”

“I ate bread yesterday.”

“A slice of it and immediately threw up.”

“I had bergamolkan tea with honey and lemon,” she said pointing at the cup by the bedside table, “and I’ll feel better soon...”

The healer’s gaze flicked to the tray where the teapot and cup were, and she sniffed it. Tyril and Arwen shared confused looks, and the other requested silence.

“You are not ill.”

“I know,” Arwen said throwing a smug grin at Tyril. “It’s a curse.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“What?” Arwen cried out, her eyes bugging out.

If the female elf was clearly shocked with the news, the smile that parted the male elf’s lips was merely an external evidence of the glee that invaded Tyril’s heart with those news.

Having children was something they spoken briefly right after they got married, and being an elf from one of the Great Houses, Tyril is expected to produce heirs worth of his ancestors to both honor tradition and become valuable members of their society, and loving Arwen as much as he does, the idea has crossed his mind often.

“Just like it came, the morning sickness will be over soon...” Siofra said and explained what else could be expected in the future. Then she requested for silence again, one hand on Arwen’s wrist and her piercing ice-blue eyes fixed on the other’s eyes.

“I hear two heartbeats in your womb,” she said now with a small smile of her own.

“What’s wrong with the baby?” Arwen inquired.

“There’s nothing wrong, my dearest,” Tyril said, lying a hand on her shoulder. “The Gods favoured us!”

Her hand immediately went to her own chest. “Do elves have two hearts?”

“Fear not, you have two babies growing inside of you,” the healer took her hand affectionately, and Arwen used her free hand to cover her mouth, afraid of saying something she might regret or throwing up despite having nothing on her stomach.

“No more bergamolkan tea. It is bad for this sickness... I’ll prepare a concoction that will make it settle, and everything you’ll need to feel better. I’ll tell the cook to make a clear vegetable soup.”

After Siofra, the healer, was gone, Tyril returned to Arwen’s side. The shock was still visible in her features, while she was lying in bed lost in thoughts staring at her stomach. For the past months on their journey through the lands with the Rogue, one couldn't say they have done much to prevent a pregnancy.

“Light of my days,” he called softly and her gaze darted to his face. “Talk to me. Share what troubles your heart.”

“How did I not know?” she muttered. “I should have known.”

He sat on the bed and took her hands in his.

“How could you? You have never been pregnant before...” he said with a lilt of laugh, not to tease, but realizing some of the extraordinary joy flooding his being. “Now we know, and we’ll take good care of you and our little night-blooms.”

“How can you not be freaking out, Tyril?” her voice raised to an unnatural higher tone. “There are not one, but two of them growing inside of me!”

“The more the merrier.”

“Not the best moment to quote Mal...”

“I have dreamed of children with you. How could I be anything other than absolutely thrilled with this news?”

“Because I know nothing about babies!” she spoke quickly, without pausing to breath, “I don’t remember being a baby. I don’t think I was ever around a baby.. –”

“Does anybody remember being a baby?” he interrupted, but she didn’t even hear his question continuing with her ramblings.

“- And I can barely take care of myself. I eat bad, I drink too much, and doing dangerous things is basically all I know how to do...”

Tyril knew none of those things was true. Arwen had a heart of gold and was always ready to take care of others, even himself, who needed not to be cared for, or so he thought. Besides, there is nothing they can’t learn or do together. They have learned to fight and trust each other. They can do this too.

“We’ll learn together,” he offered with a big smile.

“Two babies, Tyril. How could you do this to me? I don’t know how to take care of one. How can I care for two?”

“It could be worse,” Mal jumped in, leaning against the door-frame, even though he wasn’t invited to this private conversation, “it could be three babies. And you only have two hands and tits.”

Arwen didn’t laugh and reached for the cup, but Tyril didn’t let it be thrown at the Rogue’s direction, solely because it would make a mess and he had no desire to clean it, nothing to do with the friendship forged over the years.

“Please, go,” Tyril requested, and Mal bowed and cried from the door, “Congratulations, daddy!”

Tyril’s eyes rolled to the skies, and his attention returned to his wife. His fingertips caressing her hand and the ring on her finger.

“We can do it, Arwen. Trust us.”

Her pink lips compressed forming a thin line and her eyes stared into nothingness, which Tyril recognized to be a sign of the deepness of her thoughts.

“What if I can’t?”

“Maybe alone you can’t... But together, we can. Besides, can you imagine two tiny versions of you in all your magnificence to shower with all the love in our hearts? Running around the house? Blowing dandelions on the garden?”

This was enough to bring a small smile to her lips.

“Or maybe two little versions of you, two small broody elf boys that I’ll get to carry with me and love deeply until their frowns became smiles...”

Her expression brightened with a big smile and Tyril kissed her forehead.

“We're going to be parents,” she whispered against his chest, when he held her close.

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Thirteen: A Deal’s a Deal

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of past trauma, mention of Stu, mention of Tatum, family trauma, Dahlia’s parents being cunts, smut, oral sex, (m and f receiving) fingering, cum swallowing, etc

A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW, it’s been a hot minute I’ve just been real busy. My birthdays on the 28th so I’ve been planning shit for then, this may be the last thing I post as a 22 year old but I’ve got a faceriding with Mickey thing in the works so who the hell knows! Thank you to the sexy ass @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing once again, could NOT do this without ya! Let’s go!

@lizey-thornberry

“So, how are you two doing?” Randy stopped at a bench in the park, flopping down and looking up at me curiously, “Is Mickey treating you good?”

“God, relax Dad.” I scoffed, sitting next to him and crossing my legs, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen free from my loose braid behind my ear, “Things are going great, actually.”

Randy scanned my face, watching as my cheeks flushed pink and let out a laugh, poking my ribs playfully. “Oh, they are, are they?”

I pushed him back with a laugh, rolling my eyes at him. He didn’t need to know any of that. “Shut up, dickhead.”

Randy softens slightly, his smile is more fond than anything as he says quietly, “Sorry I was such a jackass, he makes you happy. That’s all I could want for you, so as long as he’s treating you the way you deserve, I don’t have an issue.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, biting the inside of my cheeks to stop from laughing, that wouldn’t go over well right now, not when he is being so genuine and earnest. “Oh, wow. Thanks for the stamp of approval, Rand. What’re you going to do if he doesn’t, beat him up?”

Randy flexed slightly before shrugging with a sarcastic, “What, you don’t think I could take him?”

The mood lighter, the momentary sweetness has passed.

You do laugh this time as you tell him, “Honey, you couldn’t take me in the eighth grade.”

“First of all, it was you and Tatum, I’m only one guy. Besides, girls go through puberty before guys, and you two were ridiculously tall for a couple of fourteen-year-olds.”

I laughed again before letting out a small sigh and smiling a little sadly, “I miss her.”

Randy expression matched mine, “Yeah, me too.”

Randy hesitated for a moment, leaning back against the rotting wood, before breaking the comfortable silence. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

I opened my hands, inviting him to tell me, but he hesitated again, his teeth catching his bottom lip as his eyes flitted from my face and to his lap before I pushed his shoulder, looking at him curiously, “What?”

“It’s coming to the end of the semester, my mom wants me to go home, back to Woodsboro for a few weeks. Sidney’s going to see her dad too.” My smile faltered into nothing and I looked at him blankly, my body going rigid. I knew what was coming.

“My mom spoke to your mom, your folks want you to come home for a few-“

“No.” I interrupted immediately, my whole demeanour immediately switching.

“Dahlia-“ Randy began to talk, but I cut him off sharply with a shake of my head, “No, Randy. I swore I’d never go back there, and I don’t want to see them, and I don’t know why they’re getting you and your family involved in this. Besides, I’m fine here.”

I felt Randy’s hand on my knee and I sighed, pressing my hand against my forehead and saying softly, “I can’t go back there, Rand. I’m not ready, maybe I never will be.”

“So you’re just going to hide out here with Mickey forever and ever, live in your freshly blown bubble and avoid your parents for the rest of your life? Come on, you know if you don’t go and see them, they’ll come and see you.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. I haven’t had so much as a phone call from them since I left. They just want to sweep everything under the rug, pretend it never happened.” My hand dropped to my ring and I began to fiddle with it, not fighting the urge to screw with it.

“I mean, isn’t that what you’ve kind of been doing too? You never talk about him, Dahl.”

Randy’s overall tone was soothing, but I felt my face crumple and the silver of my ring began to blur. “I don’t actively not talk about Stu, but people just want to know about all the bad stuff. How we didn’t see the signs, how I couldn’t have possibly known the kind of person my own cousin was. Besides, the only time my family talks about Stu is to get pity points. You saw that stupid fucking documentary they did, right? How much money do you think they got paid after that?”

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation for anything, D.” Randy’s thumb drew circles on my knee, choosing to divert from my last statement, and I smiled at him sadly.

“But I should’ve noticed. I knew how much he cared for Billy and how much he was there for him when his mom left, he’d tell me about stuff. Until he didn’t, that’s when I should have known something was going on.” I sighed, leaning back on the bench and closing my eyes. “My mom and dad only care about their appearance, Rand. They’re doing everything in their power to make themselves seem like the victims in this, I don’t want to be around that.”

It was easier to remember Stu how he was when we were growing up. A big, clumsy, protective goofball. The only person in my family other than me that didn’t care about money and status.

“What should I tell my parents?” He asked softly, removing his hand from my leg in favour of grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

“Tell them to tell my parents I’m fine here.”

After hanging out for a few hours off campus, going bowling and getting some food, Randy and I walked back to college. He gave me a hug, telling me he’s always there if I needed to talk.

I loved Randy, he was one of the most important people in the world to me.

As we went to part ways, so I could go and see Mickey, he paused hesitantly, hovering a little and biting his lip.

“God, what now?” I groaned, feeling the further impending mass of bad news.

“There was something else… I, uh… You remember Gale Weathers?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Of course, the tabloid snob turned “super reporter”, how could I forget.

Randy took my scoff as a yes and continued slowly, “Her book, it, uh…” Randy hesitated again, face strained, as if he were trying to find the words to make whatever he was about to say easier.

“Her book what, Randy?”

“She got the movie deal.”

I stared at him blankly for a moment, not registering what he was talking about, until I did.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Randy nodded his head, eyes scanning me anxiously.

“Does Sidney know?”

“She only found out yesterday, too, everyone did. You got a new number, right? Avoid the news? Sidney didn’t think you’d want to know right now, but you have the right to.”

Gale Weathers. That fucking bitch.

Although I was never mentioned by name in her book, she’d slandered my entire family to high fucking hell, as well as Sidney’s. I remembered comforting her for weeks after Gale’s book was released, watching her relive every painful memory over and over again. She’d never read it, never wanted to, but it seemed as though everyone else in the world had.

Sidney coming to college was big for her, and it was hard. The “that’s her” looks nearly sent her into complete isolation as it had done to me, that was until she was roomed with Hallie and met Derek and Mickey. She reinvented herself, finally becoming the best version of her. And now? I could only imagine how she was feeling.

“Where is she?” I asked Randy. I wanted to make sure she was okay. Not only had I been neglecting my friendship with Randy lately but with Sidney too. She was busy, I was busy. Sidney was probably the most understanding person in the world, so soft-spoken and so strong it was ridiculous. Right now, all I wanted to do was go and make sure she was okay.

“She’s staying with Derek until she goes to see her dad, just give her a few days, yeah?”

I agreed, leaning forward to peck Randy’s cheek and wished him a good night before beginning to walk back toward my dorm room.

Things were finally okay again, Sidney was happy, so were Randy and I.

I knew this was just going to open a can of worms and feelings that we’d all rather stay dead and buried.

As I walked toward my dorm, my eye caught a familiar car, but my brain was too crowded to register who it belonged to. That was until I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks, mouth falling open and eyes wide.

“Mom? Dad?”

My mother turned around, eyes furious, and my dad smiled sheepishly at me. I stayed still, my feet rooted into the concrete beneath me as they began to walk closer to me, my mom already shouting.

“We sit on a plane for five hours, in fucking coach, no less. We land, and what do we see? A message from the Meeks’ saying that you don’t want to see us?”

I stared at my mother, watching the spittle fly from her mouth as she attempted to discipline me like I was a fucking child rather than a nineteen-year-old.

“What are you doing here?” I asked simply, teeth grinding together.

“Oh, not even a hi mom, hi dad, so nice to see you.”

“Well, you didn’t raise a liar.” I muttered, pushing a hand through my hair. “What are you doing here?” I asked again.

“We wanted to fly out and surprise you, honey.” My dad spoke next, voice a lot softer than my moms as he halted in front of me, face conflicted as if he was considering giving me a hug.

“Right, sure you did. This has nothing to do with Gale Weathers’ movie deal, I’m sure.”

I wasn’t stupid, the one thing my parents loved was money. More than they loved me, more than they loved each other. I knew they were just dying to rinse as much as they could out of this. The fact their only daughter was best friends with “The Prescott Girl”? Icing on their fucked up cake.

“I’m not going back to Woodsboro, okay? What, you want to try and do a big ass press conference again? Profit off your daughter dying and coming back, off of Sidney’s trauma? Yeah, no. Sorry you had a wasted trip. Bye.”

I pushed past them, my mother's hand tried to wrap around my arm, but I shoved it off, glaring at her and snapping out, “Don’t,” at the same time my dad begged, “Angela, don’t.”

She looked me up and down, ignoring my dad and shaking her head.

“We pay for you to go to this college, send you money, so you can live, and you can’t do this for us?”

I laugh, bitter and sad, “Oh, I’m sorry, mom. Sorry for not letting you exploit me or Sidney’s family for your own fucked up gain.”

“Drop the attitude, Dahlia.” She scoffed at me.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest tightly, and scoffed at her. She looked me over again, shaking her head again as if what she saw disgusted her.

“Dahlia, we’re sorry we haven’t been here for you.” I glanced at my dad as he spoke, doubt filling my face. “We weren’t there for you when you needed us, and we’re sorry for that.”

“Yeah, it sure seems like it-“

I felt a set of hand rest on my shoulders and for once, didn’t jump. I knew exactly who it was. I felt my eyes drop closed for a second as I leaned into his touch, practically feeling the curious stare Mickey was looking at my parents with over my head.

“Oh, who's this?” My mother’s voice had shifted to a lighter tone, an instinct whenever anyone else was within proximity. Couldn’t let strangers know what a raging bitch she was now, could she?

“Great.” I muttered under my breath before clearing my throat, hand reaching out to gesture from my parents to him. “Mickey, these are my parents, Angela and Jared. Mom, Dad, this is Mickey.”

“And Mickey is?” My mom asked, eyes flirting from my face and up to his. I wished I could see his expression.

“My boyfriend.”

Both of my parents’ eyes widened for a minute, looking from me to Mickey like they couldn’t believe it.

I felt Mickey move to stand beside me, and I finally glanced at his face. He looked almost curious as he eyed my parents before slowly extending a hand to my dad, switching on the charm quickly. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

My dad shook his hand, and I noticed he flinched just slightly at Mickey’s grip.

“Ma’am.” Mickey withdrew his hand, nodding slightly at my mother who was still staring at him a little dumbfounded.

“Boyfriend?” My mom finally spoke, ignoring Mickey and pulling her eyes back to me. “Really? And is he the reason you won’t come home?“

“You know why.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, and I sighed, glancing up at Mickey and back at them, “It’s late, can we please talk tomorrow? I’m guessing you’re staying at a hotel.”

“Dahlia-“ I shook my head once at my dad, grabbing Mickey’s hand and tugging him along behind me. He muttered, “Nice meeting you,” before quickly following me into my building.

“They seem nice.” He said sarcastically with a small smile once we were in my room, plopping himself down on my bed. “What are they doing here?”

“They want me to go home because it’s the end of the semester.” I told him, shrugging off my jacket and carefully placing it on the arm of my couch. My new phone buzzed, my phone number must’ve been given to my parents by the college, great.

Tomorrow evening, 6pm at Lakeside Restaurant. We’ll talk about all of this, love Dad.

I stared at the message for a second before responding with a blunt, okay.

I joined him on my bed, beginning to loosen my hair from its braid.

“What, you don’t want to?” He asked, swatting my hands away and gesturing for me to turn around, to which I quickly obeyed, letting him untie my hair swiftly and leaning into his touch. It was ridiculous how comfortable he made me feel, how all of my worries seemingly melted away as soon as I was with him.

“God, no. I never want to go back there.”

He hummed quietly, combing out my hair gently with his fingers before saying, “I’ve got nowhere to be either.”

I tipped my head back to look at him, watching his lips turn up into his heartbreaking smile as I did so, “No?”

“Nope. Randy and Sid going to see their families for break?” I nodded, shifting backward, so I was nestled into his arms, head resting on his shoulder. “I like the thought of having you all to myself for a few weeks.” He whispered into my ear, his voice sending goosebumps across my body.

“Oh, I bet you do.” I laughed, turning my head to kiss his jaw gently.

His face was serious, his hand settled on my hip and pulled me over, so I was straddling him, my hands playing with the back of his soft brown hair.

“You want me to come with you to speak to your folks tomorrow?” He asked seriously, lifting a hand to wipe some hair from my face. “Moral support and what not?”

I shook my head quickly, biting my lip.

“Why?”

“They’re very… judgy. You think they’re dicks now after two minutes of interaction? You don’t want to be sitting with them for an hour-long dinner, trust me.” I smiled fondly at him, sliding my hand from the back of his neck down his chest and torso. I felt his breathing change slightly and couldn’t stop my smile from widening.

I had to admit, it felt good knowing I had just as big an effect on him as he had on me. I wanted nothing more but to forget about the array of bad news thrown at me today, forget that my parents have turned up at my school unannounced.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He offered, moving his head forward to gently kiss my pulse. I shivered, only managing to hum in response.

“You let me come with you tomorrow, I’ll make you cum on my tongue till you can’t fucking take it.”

How could I say no to that?

Very quickly, I found myself lying naked on my bed, Mickey’s head between my thighs and his mouth latched onto my clit, one finger very tentatively curling inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re good.” I sighed, back arching and pressing my cunt into his face. He laughed against me, pulling back slightly, with the tip of his tongue still licking circles at my clit. I looked back down at him, watching as he fisted his cock whilst he ate my pussy, the sight only driving me closer and closer to the edge.

He edged me for about a half hour, dragging me closer to the edge only to snatch it away, a shit eating grin on his face as he watched my expression change and felt my cunt tense around his skilful fingers.

“I’ve made you into a desperate little slut, haven’t I?” He asked, pulling his mouth back and using his fingers to rub at my clit instead. I groaned again at the change of pressure, nodding my head quickly in agreement.

“Your fault.” I mumbled. “You promised you’d make me cum, you’re not coming tomorrow-“

He cut me off with licking a strong stripe up my pussy, halting at my clit and cradling it with his mouth, sucking indulgently and his finger pumping faster.

My hands threaded into his hair, forcing him to stay exactly as he was as I pushed myself down against his face again.

This time he didn’t snatch it away, letting me cum with a loud whimper on his face, before quickly moving onto his knees, pulling me up by my arm.

Without hesitation and knowing exactly what he wanted, I took him into my mouth quickly, only having to take him down my throat once before he came in my mouth with a groan, his head falling back and his hands in my hair, fisting it gently as he twitched and shot ribbons down my throat.

He gently pulled his cock from my mouth, falling back down onto the bed and pulling me with him, my head resting in his chest. I listened to his heart thudding, his chest heaving as he sighed, pressing his lips softly to my hairline.

“I needed that.” I said happily, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I know you did, baby.” He mumbled into my hair. “I was only half joking about me coming with you tomorrow, I get it’s something you need to do by yourself.”

“No, no.” I lifted my head, looking up at him and cupped his cheek, running my thumb along his cheek bone softly. “A deal’s, a deal.”

[starjane312]

Spider x Oc

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Prolouge

I’m Jane Carter. What can I tell you about myself ? Well for one I was Born on Pandora. I’m Sixteen Years old and I’m still here. I’m Human. I have blue eyes and Brown hair, which I like to Braid or put up into a Bun with my permanent Braids hanging down. I’m very Pale but have Freckles are all over my Body. I do have a little more weight on my waist and I’m about 174 cm Tall.

My Mother was a Military fighter. The scientists told me her name was Alicia Zdinarsk. She died a year after I was Born. But I don’t really care about her. I mean how could I ? I never knew her, and I go by the last name of my other mother. Lyra Carter. She was a scientist who also died in the war.

But I wasn’t the only Human Baby. I grew up with Spider by my Side. His Dad was a Colonel or something and since we were Baby’s, we couldn’t go into Cryo-capsules. So, we were stuck here. 

But we can’t complain. We grew up alongside Jake and Neytiri Sully's Family. They are Na’vi. Jake is the Olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya. After he defeated the Sky People, including

mine and Spider’s Parents, some of them stayed behind. Scientists who don’t want to Harm anyone and are on the Side of the Na’vi.

Me and Spider learned the way of the Na’vi, their Language feels more like our own than English, and we act like Na’vi too. I strongly believe in Eywa too. 

We started Dating three years ago. The day he told me that he sees me will forever be Branded in my Brain. 

We are great Friends with Jake’s kids. Neteyam, the eldest son, is fifteen. Kiri, the eldest Daughter, is fourteen. She is their Adoptive Daughter. She was born by a miracle, by Grace's Avatar after her Human body Died. She is also mine and Spider’s best friend. Then there is Lo’ak, he is fourteen and the last of the Sully children is Tuktirey she is seven. 

Two years ago me and Spider were given the chance of getting our own Avatar. Spider and I like to call it our True Bodies. But we had to make a big Choice. They could only be done after one another because of the Resources and there is only one Amino-Tank that could be used.

Spider insisted that I get mine first. But if I ever got the Chance to change into it completely I would wait until Spider would too. His True Body is in the Amnio-Tank for Making. It feels weird watching him grow all over again. It is almost at the 14 year old stage. 

So, for a little less than a Year I have my True Body. At first I felt weird in my Body. I was Taller and would still grow. My Body was also on the Heavier side. Which I didn't think was Bad.

Well I’m Blue. My nose, despite looking like one of a Tiger or Cat, was still small. My Eyes are bigger but still Blue. My Hair is a Dark shade of Brown. My Queue is the same colour. The first time I was allowed to connect with the Tree of the Voices was Amazing.

In general, I keep my Hair open with a few Braids that have a few Pearls and Beads, gifts from my Friends and a beautiful Feather, a Gift from Spider, braided in.

Let me tell you the tail was something to get used to. At first I kept hitting people with it. But now I can control it like it’s always been there. The only thing I can’t control is the way the Tip starts to wag, when Spider is Affectionate with me. Which is very Embarrassing. Well, I think it is. He finds it endearing.

Quickly I got used to my Body. How strong I am and how much faster I am. I wear, same to my Human Body, the Traditional Na’vi clothing. I have a Bow and a good Dagger. Two of each that look the same, for my Human Body and my True Body.

After proving myself to the Omaticaya, I got my Own Ikran. I named her Moon.

She gave me a big scar across my Left Eye. I was so Happy that I didn’t lose my sight and its Sight. I'm still not part of the Clan but I'm fine with that.

I don’t spend too much time in my True form. Until Spider gets his I keep my Time limited. I know he envies me for it. I would be too if he would’ve gotten his True body first. But that doesn't get in the way of our Relationship.

A year ago, a new star appeared in the Sky. It meant that the Sky People were back. And they were. The Omaticaya had to move to the Hallelujah-Mountains and so did the Scientists. We build our life in a Cave in the Hallelujah mountains. It’s weird walking past your True Body when it’s sleeping in it’s Hammock.

[katoby]

Meditation

This is my first fanfic in forever! But I’m on a Star Wars kick, and this fic idea came to me while watching Obi-Wan Kenobi. I love me some angst.  (TW?: ptsd, anxiety attack) ———————————-

Master Qui-Gon loved to meditate. Obi-Wan loved trying to break his concentration.

From pokes (the ribs always got a good flinch), to using the Force to tug at his ponytail, to tickling the inside of Qui-Gon’s ears with the tip of his Padawan braid— Obi-Wan was full of restless energy. And Qui-Gon would lecture him time and time again that meditation would benefit him greatly in the future…Obi-Wan agreed to disagree. Outside of its use during Force training and combat, he never quite understood the application of meditation.

And that’s why, during increasingly bad nightmare-induced panic attacks after Qui-Gon’s death, Obi-Wan sat up wide awake on his bed, struggling to breathe for what seemed like hours, to no end.

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Obi-Wan still meditated on Tattooine; maybe not as often or intently as he used to when he was a Jedi, but Master Yoda had said that one of the keys to contacting his old Master’s Force Ghost was achieving a meditative state with the Force deep enough to be able to “truly see”…how ironic, that his Master’s favorite pastime and one that Obi-Wan took so long to be appreciative of would be the key. So Obi-Wan dutifully sat on his knees, head bowed, thoughts gone except for one simple plea: “Master…” Silence was always the response.

More nightmare-induced panic attacks haunted Obi-Wan in the middle of hot, desert nights on Tattooine. But instead of seeing his Master’s face, now it was Anakin…

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Obi-Wan knelt facing the wall, stiff, every muscle in his body locked up. His hands trembled uncontrollably as the rising panic threatened to crumble him. Qui-Gon had to answer this time. He had no idea what to do and for the first time in a long time, fear turned his insides icy cold. Anakin was alive. An overwhelming mix of emotions tore through Obi-Wan. There was guilt, but relief. Then the fear again. Obi-Wan begged for his Master to respond, but he could not clear his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, stuck in a cycle of reliving memories…moments of happiness…pain…love…loss…

The cold metal of the transport floor stung Obi-Wan’s hands as he collapsed forward, shoulders heaving as every breath he took started to become more and more ragged. A voice inside his head warned him to not be too loud, lest he wake the sleeping Princess. Obi-Wan thought of his Master, of all Qui-Gon had seen and done during his time as a Jedi Knight, his naturally calm demeanor that Obi-Wan suddenly realized couldn’t really have been natural at all. He thought of Qui-Gon kneeling before Maul, peaceful right before heading into disaster… Obi-Wan started counting his breaths.

Inhale…two…three…four…

Exhale…two…three…four…

After a few minutes, his muscles began to relax, and he lifted himself back up to a kneeling position. Slowly his heart began to beat complementary to his breathing again. Obi-Wan found his mind surprisingly quiet enough to feel the Force wrap around him and he stayed safely in that moment for a long while. Eventually, he quietly rose and sat next to the Princess, who was curled up in a ball on top of a cargo box. His last thought before he fell soundly asleep for the first time in years, was perhaps Qui-Gon was right about meditation after all.

[married-2-the-music]

K-pop Discography Deep Dives: SHINHWA (Part ONE)

(Content Warning: this contains discussion of racism, anti-blackness, and the n-word)

SHINHWA was formed in 1998 and is currently the longest running k-pop group in history, breaking the so-called 7-year curse three (and a half) times over. They have six members: Eric, Minwoo, Dongwan, Hyesung, Junjin, and Andy, who have been together since the beginning, and are one of the most formative groups of k-pop’s 1st generation.

Here are my credentials: uh…none? I can name about three SHINHWA songs off of the top of my head, which is slightly embarrassing. I know of course about their incredible legacy, but similarly to BTS, I’ve been a k-pop fan for half a decade now so I figured it’s time to get to know such an important group better.

Haegyeolsa (in English, “Resolver”) is the first single from the first album, which follows the more Western idea of several singles per release rather than the one or two more common in K-pop now. It’s a statement right out of the gate, combining the sound of rumbling thunder, strings, a rock guitar, a piano, and a very 1st / 2nd gen sound. I’m not the biggest rap person, truth be told, but even I can admit that there’s some great flow here, and I ended up nodding along. It’s more on the R & B side than I expected given SHINHWA’s image, and I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. It’s very 1998, of course, but in a warmly nostalgic way (she says as though she was a teenager in 1998).

Sidenote: I have so many questions about the music video. What in the name of all that is dark and unholy are those sparkly gold…Juicy Couture-esque tracksuits? Why are they on a swinging pendulum? Why’s it in slow motion? What is this terrible lighting? Why are there famous photos in black and white? I can’t decide if this is horrible or the best thing I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s both? Maybe I’ll make up my mind by the end of this review.

Eusha Eusha! is a little more what I was expecting in terms of the breakneck-speed tempo, but with its bright synths and high voices, it has an overall happy vibe that surprised me. I enjoyed this one more than Haegyeolsa, definitely, and was surprised by how k-poppy it felt, especially in terms of structure. I can see why many people consider this album the birth of what’s now classified under 1st gen. It’s a bit of an odd little track, with the reggae (?) influences, vocalizing, and beat drops, but it’s very charming. The MV also made me laugh, but is much more what I expect from k-pop, and is quite cutesy with terrible quality (and way too many male gaze-y shots of the women in bathing suits). But it’s also a lot of fun.

Sharing Forever also feels like k-pop in its very early form, albeit more on the R & B ballad side, and is a little forgettable, but still nice. I think that it’s probably partly my own assumption from the image that “powerful” boy groups now tend to have, but as mentioned, I was very surprised (pleasantly, mostly) by how gentle and vulnerable their singles so far have been and how much English is there too.

From the first album, Haegyeolsa / Resolver, I enjoyed the quirky, surf-rock beat of Rock & Roll Summer, the vocalizing in the background of Kiga Jalatsseoyo, the sample and catchy beat of Bisanggu, and the jazzy R & B of Thanks. Also, special shout-out to the incredibly dramatic spoken English in the ballad Neul Naega Weonhaneun Geoseun, because I got a little bit of a chuckle out of that, truth be told. It’s nice to know that not everything in k-pop has changed.

So, I wanted to put in a warning right here: Noonmool has the n-word in it, spoken at the very beginning, and I nearly choked on my water because it felt like it punched me in the face out of nowhere. I try not to include any discussion of controversy with songs because often it’s either contrived or not relevant to the song itself (as infuriating as it is that an idol is wearing box braids in a video again, that’s normally the fault of the stylist or company and usually doesn’t translate to the music).

But, I feel like it’d be a disservice to every black k-pop fan if I praised the song without even mentioning it. What angers me the most about it being here is not just that it’s racist (which, I sincerely hope I don’t need to say that it is) but that it’s so unnecessarily so, in a language that most of the song isn’t even in. It just feels like effort was taken to make it that way, which is even worse.

Yo! is a very angry song right out of the gate, much angrier than most k-pop gets these days (it starts with a “we return to the battle ground; we are SHINHWA”, for starters), and channels the very specific vein of rage that only people under 25 really have. After saying that, it seems that SHINHWA is incredibly determined to surprise me, because this song is all about living your life for yourself and having confidence, albeit not without a fair share of angst because this was 1999.

And just when I was ready to say that this song is great…I realized that it also includes the n-word, this time in the damn chorus. (I didn’t realize before because there’s a word in Korean, “naega”, that means “I” and sounds very similar.) Come on, guys. What makes this even sadder is that I genuinely do love this song; it’s incredibly catchy and it’s got a great message, that it completely undermines by using one of the worst racial slurs four times.

Look, I know that this was a quarter-century ago. I know that they were teenagers in Korea and I doubt that they knew the incredibly painful history of the word. I’m not saying that they’re horrible people. But that doesn’t mean we should shrug our shoulders and give them a pass. I’m glad to hear that they censor it in live performances now (after the highly publicized cover by RM, i believe, correct me if I’m wrong), but it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Let’s hope that this is the last paragraph I have to write about this.

T.O.P. (an acronym for Twinkling of Paradise) starts with a gentle string section before going into the kind of slow R & B hip-hop that I’d expected. It seems fairly standard by the era, but it was a nice track, all in all. I enjoyed its later moments more than its earlier ones, definitely, since the instrumentation gets more fun and unique, and…spacey, maybe?

Remember how I said that I hoped I didn’t have to mention the n-word again? I spoke too soon, because here we are again, and I’m not going to repeat myself because if I do then I might throw something, but suffice to say that I’m seeing red and feeling sick right now, and I’m not even black. I can’t even imagine how someone who is would feel, because this is horrifying. I’d love to hear your thoughts if you are, though.

From the second album, T.O.P., I enjoyed the mix between the breathy hip-hop and surprisingly harsh-rock yells in the pre-choruses of Cycle, the rushing intro of Breaking the Silence, the smooth vocalizing in Desire, the interpolation of brass in To.G, and especially the swirling electro of Grief. And again, the incredibly dramatic English intro in Nothing made me laugh, so kudos.

Only One is most similar to T.O.P. from the songs so far; it’s incredibly 90’s, reliant on the hip-hop and R & B common for the time, and thus isn’t the most engaging track without others. However, its harmonizing is great and makes for a much better song, especially in its last minute and final chorus (and made me appreciate their voices much more).

All Your Dreams’ opening feels tailor-made to a dance floor with gentle strings and a soft piano, then decides to just go for it with a guitar riff out of nowhere. I confess I liked this one more from the start; its driving beat, catchiness, and more engaging vocals won me over even before the first chorus. I even enjoyed the rapping, and found myself nodding my head. SHINHWA’s voices are very suited to this kind of rock style. First Love, unsurprisingly, is very classic in the realm of ballads; “this one’s for you” is in the spoken word intro. It’s very pretty, but ultimately forgettable. And it definitely doesn’t need a rap.

From the album, Only One, I enjoyed the rock guitar riffs mixed with the interesting strings from the Intro and I Wanna Be, the excellent driving beat of Jam #1, the background vocalizing of Never Come To Me, the build-up in Change, and the beat in Vortex (which really reminded me of I Need U by BTS, or, I suppose, that reminds me of this).

And, I sincerely wish that I didn’t have to mention this yet again, but the song Soul again mentions the n-word, several times, something that’s particularly egregious as it’s a love song and also includes the phrase “this goes out to my homeboys and brothers up there” in an all-English verse that was clearly inspired by American rap / hip-hop and black culture, without the incredibly important centuries-long context that that culture was born in, something that’s also incredibly disrespectful to all of the artists that they’re “taking inspiration” from.

Imagine if an African-American person used specific Korean words from the Japanese Occupation period that have a long history as slurs against Korean people. They would be justifiably furious. We’re now in the year 2000, by the way, three years and four albums into their careers, and this is the fifth song that’s featured the n-word, although due to the word similarity I’ve mentioned earlier, there could be more that I’ve missed.

Hey, Come On! is much more in the vein of you-can-do-it pop, and has a very light, twinkling background synth in the lead, with a driving beat and more spacey electro-pop. It’s not one of my favorites, but I’m not mad at it; the music video is quite weird, but it’s fun, and it gave me some good laughs. The “Hey, come on! Don’t give up!” is honestly very sweet.

Wild Eyes gives off action movie vibes from its very first moments, and draws on some vintage 60’s inspiration and marries it with 80’s synths for what’s a pretty solid combination with their strong voices. There’s some very interesting word choices here, (like “I’ve been rollin’ in the streets”; have you, Junjin? Have you, really? You grew up in Seoul, not South Side Chicago, calm down) and I’m not sure if it’s there because of hip-hop inspiration or what, but it’s…noticeable, especially with a very weird science fiction MV.

I don’t really understand why they had to be shirtless for this, but whatever. Tragically for them (and their stylists), I happen to be aro ace and thus just end up annoyed. I do not, in fact, want a man like a winner, thanks. It is a really catchy song, though, when I think of it like War Of Hormone by BTS: a little bit ridiculous, but all in good fun.

From the album, Hey, Come On!, From the album, Hey, Come On!, I enjoyed the classical sample in Reminiscence, the slight doo-wop and their especially nice voices in Falling In Love, the excellent driving background beat and oddly…bubbly? instrumentals in Never Can Rewind, the synths in Trippin’, and the soothing “everytime, every night” from Sure I Know. I swear though, if they include “baby girl” in one more song, I will steal a Tardis and travel back to 2002 out of pure cringe.

Perfect Man is one of the few songs that I already knew of SHINHWA, since it’s very widely covered and pretty popular still in the world of k-pop. It’s considered a classic, and for good reason: it’s catchy, it’s angsty, it blends their signature hip-hop, 90’s / 2000’s pop, synths, and rock influences together, and it’s also a love song, meaning it was basically destined to become a hit. This is, genuinely, a great song, and I really enjoyed it. I Pray 4 U is a pretty usual ballad for the time, and while it’s pretty, it also, like First Love, doesn’t leave much of an impression.

From the album, Perfect Man, I enjoyed the easy-going flow of Shout, the twinkling background and harmonizing in Free, the catchy beat of Fly High, and . the piano in Reason.  And just when I thought that we were doing well…here comes the n-word again, this time in the very beginning of the song Last Zone. I’ve said all I’ll say, so let’s leave this here.

And here’s where we’ll leave off for part one! It’s…definitely a mixed bag so far, that’s for certain, but I’ll leave my final thoughts until the end. I have a feeling (call it intuition) that this is going to end up being a three parter, so we'll have to see.

[brutal-out-here]

My “hair journey” or whatever people call it is kinda funny when you think about it

Like if we’re talking about the very beginning I came out looking like I had no hair/eyelashes/eyebrows because my hair was basically white. Which this is funny in it own but especially when you know that 98% of my family (most of which is my mom’s side) has dark brown hair. So for me to come out with white hair was surprising

Then when it started growing out it became kinda golden blonde and really curly. This was funny just because seeing toddler me with short curly hair was funny and once again 98% of my family (mom’s side again) has straight hair

Then at like 4ish it became more wavy and started to get darker. Also at the age of 4 my parents said they were just going to trim my hair but ended up cutting it to my shoulders. I cried the entire day and was upset about it for a long time lol. This was my first sense of betrayal

And then because of said incident^ I was against cutting my hair and would get paranoid every time I had it trimmed up until 3rd grade. Which all of a sudden in 3rd grade I decided to get it cut to my shoulders again. Which shocked everyone because I was so against it before lol. Also around this time my hair wasn’t as wavy anymore but I think that’s because I was brushing it so much that it just became frizzy 24/7

In 4th grade I think I showed up to school with a new hair “style” everyday because I figured out how to braid my hair. I probably looked crazy but I genuinely do not remember much of anything before 5th grade so idk lol

Skip to the start of middle school I swear up and down that I will never do anything in regards to coloring or bleaching my hair. Even any type of highlights was off the table. I think this was because I genuinely liked the color of my hair (some weird hybrid of dirty blonde/light brown, I still don’t know what to call it)

But here comes 7th grade and I get highlights and then here comes 8th grade me completely bleaching it!! Which 0/10 do not recommend, I looked crazy and it killed my hair. At the time I actually liked it but looking back at pictures I see just how yellow and dead it looks and I lose a year off of my life. But at the end of 8th my mom basically makes me dye it back closer to my natural color. I actually cried that day but now thank god I dyed it back lol

In 9th grade-ish I got like 6inches cut off because of how dead it was and it looked kinda like my natural color at this point. Just had a few highlights thrown around. But it was now to my shoulder blades which was the shortest it had been since 4th grade. Also at this time I remember joking and saying something like “watch me cut all my hair off by time I’m a senior”

Skip to 11th and I finally work up the courage to put a fun color in my hair and get pink highlights along side regular highlights. I was happy about this for a few days and then realized you could barely even see the pink. It also only lasted for a month at most. Either my cousin (who is a professional hairdresser) got cheap dye or it was permanent like I thought

Also in 11th grade, specifically April of 2022, I decided I was going to cut a good bit of my hair for the first time since 9th-ish. I ended up going for even shorter than that and it was just a little below my shoulders. Also when I got it cut I had it curled so it looked just above my shoulders and I was obsessed. I have no idea why I didn’t just go get it cut shorter because I remember wanting to. Also around this time I realized my hair could be wavy/curly-ish again if I stopped brushing it so much. The waves slowly started to come back

And now I’m almost 2 months graduated and remember how I said “watch me cut all my hair off by time I’m a senior”? Yeah well actually my hair is the longest it’s been since middle school lol (and a crap ton healthier) but I will say I’m thinking about cutting it again. It’s managed to grow 5-6 inches in a year for the first time in forever and I genuinely don’t do anything with it. I do like how it looks but it takes me forever to wash it and once again I do nothing with it!! Maybe if I did hairstyles I wouldn’t think about cutting it but I just keep it down or put it in a ponytail outside. Also it’s wavier than it has been since I was a kid!! The top still doesn’t want to wave/curl but I’ll take what I can get lol

Basically what I’m saying with all of this is that anytime I say anything about my hair I will always do the exact opposite lol. I do not stick to literally anything I say because I’m forever changing my mind. Also if you actually decided to read all of this I applaud you because this is just me talking nonsense and rambling on. Which I haven’t done on here in years so I think it’s fair enough that I do it at least once a year lol

[mindofharry]

In which Harry bets on Y/N and she finds out.

SMUT AND ANGST INCLUDED! (also listen to no time to die while reading!!!) FEEDBACK WELCOME AS ALWAYS!! :-) HAPPY READING!

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It started out as a small joke.

Harry never meant to let it go on for this long, it was meant to be for one date, he’d get his money and forget all about Y/N. But he’s two months in and he does not want to stop falling.

The bet was to ask Y/N the nerd out for a date, if he got all the way through the date and a kiss at the end of the night he’d get a chunk of money, plus Adam said he’d do his laundry for a week.

“There she is, good luck Haz!” Mitch laughed and Harry chuckled.

“Look at her! I won’t need it.” Harry said fixing his coat and walking over to Y/N. He had to admit, she was pretty beautiful. But never his type and being with her could pretty much taint his reputation forever. She sat with her head in her phone, braids sitting on her shoulders, glasses way too big for face and denim dungarees that did not suit her at all.

“Hey, Y/N right?” Harry asked pulling out a seat, not waiting for her permission and sitting right in front of her. Y/N’s eyes widened and put down her phone. Harry Styles, the most popular and attractive boy on campus was sitting in front of me? He must need tutoring she thought. So Y/N welcomed him with a warm - yet hesitant - smile.

“Yeah, Harry i’m surprised you’re sitting with me.” Y/N said and Harry acted shocked.

Y/N giggled at the look on his face, “Well, couldn’t leave a beautiful girl sitting all alone, could I?” Harry asked leaning forward. Y/N blushed and bit her lip. She felt super special right now, like all the bullying was just insecurity. If Harry Styles thought she was beautiful, maybe she actually was?

“I was wondering, if you’re not busy, you’d like to go out to eat with me? A date?”

Y/N opened her mouth and closed it again. “This is not some impractical joke right?” She laughed and Harry kind of felt the guilt creep in, but he kept his facade and smiled.

“Never. I like you. I want to treat you to dinner, can I?” He asked and Y/N giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth blushing furiously. Harry genuinely laughed at her, she quickly recovered and nodded.

“I’d like that, Harry.”

“Text me your address. I’ll pick you up.”

The rest was history. Harry picked Y/N up and never looked back, he fell for her. Hard. And Y/N fell even harder — He was like lemonade on a warm day, picking flowers in a field, finally letting your hair down after a long down. Harry felt like home to her, she had never had that before. Y/N felt safe with him, ultimately the bullying stopped when they announced their relationship. Not that she was with him for that reason, but Y/N was protected. She had finally found a guy who accepted her, who loved her for her.

“I can’t believe you’re still going. I’m gonna have to pay you like a thousand dollars, man.” Mitch laughed and Harry grunted.

“Yeah, I’m not interested in the money anymore.” Harry said and the boys frowned. Adam cackled, “Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for the nerd.” Adam asked, Harry looked around and the boys sighed.

“You’re a wanker.” Mitch said and placed down his card.

“But at least he’s committed right?”

“You can’t let Y/N find out about this. I was her first everything, it would break her.” Harry said and Mitch shrugged. Adam took a sip from his drink, “What’s in it for me?” He asked and Harry took out his wallet. “Five hundred dollars to keep your fucking mouth shut.” Harry growled, putting the money on the table. Adams eyes widened as he picked up the money and counted it.

“You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?” Mitch asked and Harry nodded.

“I can’t lose her. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Harry left shortly after and headed back to his apartment where Y/N was staying for the weekend. He was excited to see her, to kiss her. But he couldn’t help but feel the guilt creeping in and taking over. Harry drove home with a lot on his mind. Should he tell her? Never tell her? God, what the fuck had he done?

“Baby? That you?” Y/N called out as she messed around in the kitchen. Harry sighed and leaned his head against the front door. “I made your favourite! Well, I had to face time your mum for the recipe but I think i’ve mastered it!” Y/N said wiping her hands on her apron as Harry walked in the kitchen. Y/N smiled and walked around to Harry placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Rough day” She pouted and Harry nodded.

“You could say that.”

Y/N pouted again, “Want me to fix that for you?” She asked pulling against his belt and wiggling her eyebrows. Harry laughed and pulled her against him.

“Get down on your knees then.”

And so she did, happily. Taking him out of his boxers, kissing along his length and tip before taking his whole cock in her mouth. Harry leaned his head back and thrusted into her mouth, Y/N moaned and looked up at her boy.

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as she fondled with his balls.

“My day is already so much better.” Harry moaned, pulling her up against him again.

“Now let me taste you puppy.”

The dinner was forgotten and the night was long, sensational and everything Y/N had ever dreamed about.

That was until she got a message off of Adam.

She furrowed her brows and leaned over to get a closer look at her phone, Harry groaned against her but just snuggled closer as Y/N played the message.

Adam (Harry’s friend) ❤️: thought you might want to see this. i won’t lie, i was involved, but it’s gone on for far too long. Always here if you need me.

PLAY VIDEO MESSAGE!

Y/N pressed play and held her phone to her ear, She heard Mitch first.

“There she is, good luck Haz!”

“Look at her! I won’t need it.”

She instantly recognised Harry’s voice. Who was he referring to?

“I can’t believe you’re still going. I’m gonna have to pay you like a thousand dollars, man.”

Why were they talking about money? What the fuck was going on.

“Baby, you ok?” Harry asked and Y/N put her hand up to stop him talking.

“Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for the nerd.”

She let out a sob, “You can’t let Y/N find out about this. I was her first everything, it would break her.”

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Harry asked as he watched her get out of bed.

“Fuck you! I was just a fucking bet all this time? I let you take my virginity, you fucking fuck face.” Y/N screamed and through the phone at him.

“Baby, I was going to tell you! And I didn’t take any of the money.” Harry said trying to reason with her. “I love you!” He said and Y/N shook her head grabbing her hoodie from the bottom of the bed.

“No! Fuck you. I am not some nerd you can mess around with. I am smart, I am not stupid. I may be naive, but i’m not an idiot. Don’t ever contact me again.” Y/N snarled.

Harry’s eyes watered, “Please… Baby….”

“You’ll regret it if you ever come near me again.”

[dreamcatcherrs]

streamers finding out youre pregnant?

the mcyts reaction to finding out their s/o is pregnant

+ this is a reaction to if you had been wanting to get pregnant, and that you and the specific mcyt had been wanting this for a while. so only fluff, no angst :) I can do an angst version, though?

dream:

after you told him the amazing news his whole face just lit up

he’d lift you up in the air

and spin you around

would set you down and then give you a big fat kiss on the lips

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

you don't think you'd ever seen him that happy before

he’d tell everyone almost immediately

and would want to go out and buy a bunch of baby stuff

just to be ready

would shower with you in the bath tub

with, like, a specific bath bomb you'd mentioned before

and washes your hair for you

always has an eye on you

and doesn't want you lifting heavy stuff

ever

won't let you do anything that contains more work than lifting a finger

very protective over you

georgenotfound:

would be really surprised at first

just imagine the grin on his face

I mean, he would be smiling till his cheeks started aching

pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head

“this is crazy. I just…I can't wait.”

would make sure you go for walks together

because he says then your baby will learn the area quicker

and you explain that the baby can't actually see out of your stomach

but he just brushes it off

will rage eat with you

just buys a bunch of fast foods and eats if with you

whilst simultaneously making sure you're eating all of the right things

he literally has a list of foods you should eat

speaking of lists, he also has a list of names

boy and girl names

he’s just so excited to be a dad

sapnap:

“are you serious?”

would punch the air in happiness

and then hug you tightly

but not too tightly cause he'd be afraid to hurt the baby

even though there wasn't really a baby yet

would take so much care of you

you need a snickers bar?

he’ll buy every single candy in the world

your back is hurting?

he’ll be your personal massager

or he’ll get you one

he’ll take days off just to be with you and the growing baby

LOVES touching your belly bump once you get one

and will definitely be talking to it

and calling the baby “he” because he is so convinced that it's going to be a boy

he’s cute or whatevuh😩

badboyhalo:

“you’re pregnant?!”

immediately gets on his knees and rests his forehead against your stomach

“that’s my little baby in there... I can’t believe it, pumpkin.”

gives you kisses all over your face

he will always remind you of how beautiful you are

and how you have a natural glow to you now that you’re pregnant

and he tells you how much he loves you all the time

and that he’s so excited to have a baby with you

makes sure you’re fed all the time

because now there has to be enough for 2 people

also makes sure not to eat the things you can’t eat during the pregnancy

would do everything for you and always looks out for you

technoblade:

when you told him the happiest smile broke onto his face

techno is a softie when it comes to you

so having a baby?

he is gonna be the sweetest dad is all I can say

hugs you and kisses you

he’s just in awe that he’s gonna be a dad soon

treats you like royalty

even if you're just calling for him because you're hungry

he will stop his stream and be with you for the rest of the day

or for multiple days if that's what you need

he’s still his usual techno self

(and by that I mean he still takes care of you quietly)

but you do feel his stares on you sometimes when you're doing literally nothing

like, even just when you're standing up from the couch once you have a bigger bump

he’ll be ready to be by your side if you need help

afraid you'd fall

very soft (but that’s just a fact we all know)

wilbur soot:

“really? baby, that's great!”

like dream, he’d spin you around

and then gently place a hand on your stomach

and just smile at you

he’d always be smiling

and makes sure you're never uncomfy

would buy you a special soft pillow

so you’d sleep better

he’d almost always have a hand on your bump

or look at it from a distance

wilbur as a dad is just🥺

would probably want a little girl

so he could braid her hair

(even if it looks horrible)

but nonetheless he’s just so happy to be a dad

skeppy:

I could just imagine him screaming “are you serious?”

he would then grab your face in his hands and then just stare at you

until his eyes gazed down at your stomach

he would be panicking

because he didn't know what to do

at the grocery store he would've made a list of things to get you

and would be running around trying to find them

has his eyes on you at all costs

“don't lift that!”

“are you trying to slip and fall?!”

even if you were literally just walking to the fridge

is a little scared about the whole birth thing

but doesn't want to scare you as well

so he just pushes it to the back of his head

because how bad can it really be?

for him, at least

would want to do a gender reveal as a youtube video

but only if you wanted to

very dramatic

but very loving

karl jacobs:

he would have his hand over his mouth when you told him

then starts laughing

“we’re gonna be parents?”

he’s honestly just so speechless

cradles your head in his neck and just smiles

almost cries

almost

he’s gonna be such a great dad

I mean have you see him with tucker?

he’s just so cute (yes, I’m a karl simp)

will rub your feet

or your lower back

or wherever you need to get those muscles loosened up

can get kinda scared sometimes

about the whole dad thing

but feels a lot better after talking to you about it

just like he makes you feel better, you make him feel better as well

buys cute little socks literally 8 months before the due date

bc he thinks they’re cute

fundy:

his surprised expression would slowly turn into a smile

would mumble out something in dutch

before hugging you so tightly

like, you actually had to say you couldn’t breathe for him to let you go

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just so happy!”

buys a bunch of baby stuff… the day after you told him

he just can't wait

always holds your hand during doctor’s appointments

and makes sure you're seated or laying down comfortably

especially once your bump gets big

talks to the baby through your stomach

so they can recognise his voice once you've given birth

always makes sure you feel beautiful

by complimenting you every day

multiple times

because if anything you look more beautiful than ever

will brush your hair

and brush his fingers through your hair

makes sure you feel loved all the time

quackity:

panic

as in pre-parental panic

but quickly recovers and tells you how fucking great it is that you're gonna have a baby together

and that he just can't believe he’s gonna have an actual baby with you

you bet he’ll be looking up tips for being a dad

he wants to do everything perfectly

and tries his very best to be there for you

does all of the chores

and still makes time for you

you'd get worried about him overworking himself

but when you tried to help him

he’d just make you sit down again

“you're not doing any work. too dangerous for little q.”

you'd accomplished making him stop doing all the work by luring him over with cuddles

he’d get you any food you wanted

fast food, healthy food

whatever you wanted, as long as you're always full, he’s happy

punz:

“really? you're serious?”

mans’ smile is brighter than the sun

pulls your shirt up to kiss your stomach all over

and then rests his hands on your hips and kisses you gently

“you're gonna be the best mom, you know that?”

like dream, he gets very protective of you

won't even let you get something that you can't reach by an inch

never drinks any liquor or coffee while you’re pregnant

because he knows you can't

highkey really loves your big bump

and tells you all the time

as well as how sexy you are

and will stay up late until you fall asleep

especially on those nights where it seems unbearable for you to fall asleep

the two of you would paint the room for the baby together after the gender was revealed

and then buy furniture that matches the room

he’d suggest exercises you could do for pain relief he’d seen on the internet

and even do them with you if that’s what you wanted

anything to make you happy

awesamdude:

HE’S SO HAPPY OMG

would cry if he wasn't so fucking excited

squeezes your hand

while putting a hand on your stomach

he can't wait to see the growth

he wants you to feel absolutely no stress

because he can't imagine the amount of emotions you must already feel with your baby growing inside of you

so he does everything for you to avoid that

and if you do feel stressed he suggests cuddles

then yoga for pregnant women

and then more cuddles

cooks delicious food for you

and buys cute little outfits for the baby

and tiny little shoes🥺

eret:

picks you up right then and kisses you

all over the place

“holy fuck, y/n. this is just… I’m so fucking happy right now.”

does literally EVERYTHING for you

laundry? he’s got it

dinner? he’s got it

waking up early because you can't sleep and then massages your shoulders because he's an absolute sweetheart? yep, he’s got it

fucking loves everything about you being pregnant

but he’s sure you don't like it just as much

I mean, you're the one who’s carrying a literal baby

so he believes it gets pretty goddamn hard for you sometimes

and therefore takes many breaks from streaming

just to hang out with you

you’d go to baby furniture stores together

until you found the perfect things

feeds you loads of chocolate

or ice cream

whatever you want, really

he discovers that he fucking loves pregnancy

hope you enjoyed this! never written something like this before, but it got me all soft…

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[ldh-headcannon]

The leaders helping their s/o put their hair up or just helping them in general after they break their arm. I don’t usually request stuff so I hope your accepting.

It took me forever. But I finally did it!!! I'm so sorry for the wait on this one. I do hope you enjoy

Cobra

He is ready to help you with everything

No complaints in sight

Maybe a witty, teasing comment thrown around for flavor

But seriously, if you need he’s there

Certain requests were a little awkward for him at first

Like when you first got up in the morning and needed help getting dressed for the day

But he got over that rather quickly

The day he finds you struggling while trying to put up your hair

He happily took the time to help you out

He flinched as he felt the first snarl as he tried to brush out your hair

You tell him it’s ok with a chuckle before instructing him to start brushing from the bottom and slowly work his way up

He tries again, with a gentler touch

He smiles when he finishes, though that quickly turns to a look of confusion when you say that you want your hair up

Just how the hell does he do that?

He’s never had to put up hair before

Granted he’s seen you do it in the past, so maybe he can make it work?

You chuckle as you give him encouragement and tell him how to put it up in a simple braid

He honestly just ends up kinda putting your hair into one huge knot.

He feels really bad and calls Nikka to come and try to fix it

Which she does happily

They both agree that until your arm heals up, Nikka will help you with your hair

But Cobra will gladly help you brush your hair

He lowkey finds it relaxing

And he also finds the multiple indoor dates where you just cuddle up on the couch with a movie, relaxing as well

Rocky

He is ready to serve you anytime any day

And I’m not saying that he’s happy you broke your arm

But he’s lowkey happy that he has a chance to literally wait on you hand and foot

He would also be worried if you did anything on your own while your injury is healing

He’s afraid you will accidentally strain yourself

He does want to be the only one to look after you during all this

But he kinda freezes up when you ask him to braid your hair

This man knows a lot of things, but he doesn’t know too much about accessorizing long hair

So he goes to Kizzy of course

And Kizzy just ends up teasing him for having to come to them for everything

Rocky will heave out a sigh as he watches Kizzy busy themselves, brushing out your hair

And as they get half-way through the braid, they decide they want to go all out with your hair and even do your makeup

So she starts all over

Which you don’t mind cuz, who wouldn’t want to have some girl time with the fabulous Kizzy?

The whole thing took basically an extra two hours

But neither of you care

After your time getting all glammed up, Rocky thought you looked too good to stay home

So he takes you out to a nice dinner

Just as a means to spoil you and it’s honestly gonna be a recurring theme ‘til you’re all healed

Murayama

Was prolly with you when you broke your arm

You two were prolly goofing around and you both klutzed out, and he ended up having to run you to the hospital

He felt so guilty, thinking it was solely his fault

It was a freaking accident Yoshiki calm down

Due to that guilt though, he will do most of what you ask him to

You want him to grab some snacks?

He’s on his way to the store

You want to have a movie marathon?

He already has some of the other students setting up a projector with your favorite films and popcorn in the auditorium before leaving you two alone

You want him to do your hair up in a cute braid?

He freezes

This man doesn’t know anything about heavy hair care?

His hair regime is combing it out real quick every day and washing it every other

Which can work for shorter hair like his

But for long luscious locks like yours? It takes more of an effort that that

You start begging him to help you with this

He sighs in defeat at your pout and takes your brush from you

You bring up a simple tutorial for him to follow along to on your phone

And he follows it to the best of his abilities

You try your best not to flinch or get upset when he pulls a little to hard on the snarls

It takes him what feels like way to long just for a simple braid

And when he’s finished, you look into the mirror and find your hair in one giant knot on the top of your head

You keep looking between your boyfriend and your reflection

Murayama wears a look of worry, trying his best to read your reaction

But that’s when you just burst out into laughter at how ridiculous it looks and Murayama joins in with you

Smoky

This man is another one that is willing to wait on you hand and foot before you even broke your arm, so it’s only intensified after the injury

If he personally can’t get whatever you need, you can guarantee that Takeshi or Pi is out on a mission grabbing it for you

This also gives you an excuse to ask Smoky to just take it easy for a bit

Which is prolly good for his health too

This boy never has time to focus on himself, so please use your broken arm to make him relax with you

But the day you ask Smoky to do your hair, he happily accepts

He’s not so surprisingly patient and is actually rather quite good at putting your hair up for you

He puts extra care in combing out your hair so it doesn’t hurt when he brushes out all the snarls

He’s precise with dividing up the strands evenly before intertwining them together in a beautiful braid

The entire time he’s working on your hair, he’s been humming to himself with a small smile on his face

Once he’s done, you take a look at the fantastic job he’d done and ask him how he got so good at doing hair like this

“When we were younger, I had to help Lala with her hair all the time, so I got kinda good at it.”

You return the smile as he just has wears a sweet look of nostalgia on his face

Hyuga

Hyuga will act as indifferent about your broken arm as he does with most other things in his life

Bright side, you can’t do as much right now, so that means more cat naps together

Also if you’re in pain, Hyuga knows the right people for some strong meds

You prolly won’t feel much after taking one of those pills

Of course this man will continue to tease you like he always does, injury or not

That’s half his entertainment for the day

“Oh, you can’t reach the glass? Why not? It’s always been on the top shelf, why don’t you just pretend to be a monkey and climb up on the counter like you always do. Oh wait”

If you need anything from him, he will roll his eyes before taking care of whatever you

All with a playful smirk on his handsome face

But when you mention that you’d like him to do your hair that day, He’s gonna try to convince to not have him do that

“Why? You know I like it more when it’s down. It’s easier to run my fingers through it this way.”

Although he changes his mind as we stares at the cute pout that you’ve been sporting

“Fine. But I’m not gonna do it. I’m just gonna fuck up your hair. Hearing you scream at me is annoying. Unless you’re screaming my name in ecstasy.”

He smirks at the blush dusting over your cheeks before calling one of the hostesses from his casino to come do your hair

He’ll take a nap while they take care of you

They’ll end up putting your hair up, and might as well do your make up, why not

So when they’re all done, and you go to show it off to Hyuga, he ends up just staring you up and down

His smirk back in place

He decides he needs to show off his favorite girl

And he plans on ruining that make up when you two get back

Don’t worry, He will be gentle for once *wink wonk*

[dahbeez]

1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it​

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive​

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–" 

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll​

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe​

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt​

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor​

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes​

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust​

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind​