#back in there day emotions weren’t a thing

[pathologicalreid]

merry christmas, please don't call | s.r.

in which Spencer pens an email to you, since you've already blocked his phone number

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: nondescript break up, described as spencer's fault, reader is mentioned to have worn lipstick, yearning, word count: 907 a/n: and the worst part is!!! that we both know!!!!! we are doing kind of an unofficial margotmas/reidmas! really i've just been building up christmas ideas for a while lol

To: xreader@gmail.com From: Spencer.Reid@gmail.com Subject: Merry Christmas

Hey,

Spencer shook his head, that was too casual.

Good afternoon,

Much too formal.

Hello,

Too rigid.

Darling,

I passed by the house that you told me you adored. It used to be your dream house; you’d always show me the Zillow listing whenever you were browsing. The owners didn’t put up their Christmas lights this year, and it looks like they’re getting ready to sell. I haven’t been online to check the listing, that was always your thing rather than mine.

Do you remember the house? It had four bedrooms for our kids to sleep in and a library with stained-glass windows. You always told me the stained-glass windows were your favorite feature of my apartment. I keep it covered now; the colored glass just serves as a painful reminder of you.  

Emily called me last week. I suppose no one told her that we weren’t together anymore because she asked what our holiday plans were. I haven’t made any since you left. I’m finding myself hopeful that we get called on a case over Christmas so that I don’t need to be surrounded by the world celebrating while I continue to wallow in the memories of you and me.

That’s all I have now: memories. We made so many of them over the course of three years that I don’t know what to do with them. I’ve always had the sneaking suspicion that having an eidetic memory is a curse just as much as it is a blessing, but with you gone, I know it’s more of a curse. I see you when I close my eyes as if your features have been permanently tattooed on the back of my eyelids, but when my eyes are open, everything is exponentially worse.

You left in such a hurry, so you were bound to leave a few things behind. When I went to make a cup of coffee and found one of your mugs in my cabinet, JJ and Penelope had to practically scrape me off the kitchen floor. There was still a lipstick smudge on it, a piece of our history the dishwasher couldn’t quite wash off. Your necklace was on the bedside table, though maybe that was left behind on purpose. I wish we could go back to the day I gave it to you, you could wear the same green dress, and maybe work wouldn’t get in the way. If I could, I’d call you to ask why you left it behind, but you’ve blocked my number.

There was no need for you to leave me things to remember you by, how could I ever forget you?

I’ve been finding myself grateful that you got so close with Garcia during our relationship, she doesn’t give me any explicit details on your life when she updates me. I never ask, but she knows I want to hear.

It’s a rather odd phenomenon to have once had someone who you shared everything with, only to one day find they want nothing to do with you. I always find myself reaching for my phone to send to a message, or leaning over to show you a line in my book, but you’re not there anymore. I don’t hold any malice in my heart for you, even after you called it all off. My biggest regret is that I couldn’t be the boyfriend that you needed, and I’m proud of you for realizing you wanted someone better. I’m sorry I couldn’t be better.

Maybe I still have some growing up to do. There might be some sort of emotional stunting as a result of my less-than-orthodox upbringing and education, which makes sense when you consider two of my most common nicknames, “boy genius” and “kid.” One day I could find myself in the same place you were, ready for more, but maybe then I’ll be with someone who is ready for the same things as I am. She’ll never be you though. You’ll always hold that special place in my heart.

Speaking of my upbringing, my mom keeps asking about you. Each time we talk on the phone, she asks if she can talk to you, but I’ve been telling her that you’re still working or are otherwise preoccupied. I know I shouldn’t lie to her, but if I tell her, she’ll inevitably forget, and I’ll be forced to recount the story of how I lost the best thing to ever happen to me forever. That would be my eternal damnation. There’s Sisyphus and Tantalus and Spencer Reid, slowly becoming nothing but a myth. I wonder if I’m a story that you tell your friends at O’Keefe’s.

I go there sometimes, just to see if I can catch your gaze, but you’re never there.

I know this is your favorite holiday, and I don’t intend to ruin your holidays with my message. I suppose I just needed to see if you still dream about that house. To see if you still dream of me the way I dream of you.

Merry Christmas,

Spencer

He clicked send nervously, ready to snap his work-issued laptop shut when it chirped with a notification. Surely you hadn’t responded that quickly. Spencer opened his inbox once more, checking the latest email.

To: Spencer.Reid@gmail.com From: mailer-daemon@googlemail.com Subject: Delivery Status Notification (Failure)

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[finelinevogue]

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summary - you don’t like people constantly touching your baby bump

word count - +1k

pairing - azriel x reader

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The party was in full swing.

It had been 2 weeks since you’d announced to your close friends and family that you and Azriel were pregnant - after having 1 month living with the news just you two.

Somehow, Rhys had managed to plan and pull-off a party in that short space of time in order to celebrate your pregnancy.

It was relatively low-key, only people that were closest to you and your family having been invited - mainly because you didn’t want a huge thing made of it but also because Azriel was a mad-man at the moment and wouldn’t let anyone he didn’t trust with his life near you.

Azriel had been overprotective to say the least.

Just the other day you’d tried to reach for your favourite mug in a very accessible shelf above you, but Azriel saw what you were doing and instantly panicked - moving you gently out of the way and fetching it for you. To which he also proceeded in making you a tea as he didn’t want you anywhere near boiling water.

“I can make my own cup of tea, Az.” You sighed.

“I know you can, but I can also make one for you.” He replied. That was his usual reply nowadays.

“I’m not incapable you know?”

“I know. I just… I can–.”

“Yes I know you can, love, but I don’t need you to all the time, okay? I love that you want to take care of me, but I also don’t want to feel useless.”

“How could you be useless? You’re currently doing the most important thing that you could ever be doing.” Azriel placed a soft hand on your stomach.

But after shunning Azriel for being too overprotective, you sort of wish he would bring it back again in this moment.

This party was lovely, but it was also so overwhelming.

You didn’t realise how many people would be so interested in coming up to you and feeling your baby bump. Hands constantly touching you when they usually wouldn’t if you weren’t pregnant. It felt weird and uncomfortable.

“Y/N!” Layla called, walking up to you with a glass of bubbly in her hand.

“Layla, hi.” You smiled at your friend who had worked with you in the Velaris bakery for many years.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant.” She gushed, giggling a bit with excitement.

“Really? With the amount Y/N and Az sneak around every moment they get, I thought it was about damn time.” Nesta came up alongside you, rolling her eyes as is her and Cassian don’t do the exact same thing.

“Well with a mate like Azriel, I don’t blame you.” Layla wiggled her eyebrows and you gave her a small smile - feeling a little insecure that someone as beautiful as Layla was gushing over your mate whilst you were starting to look like an inflated balloon.

You felt Nesta give you a side look before wandering off into the crowd, leaving you to once again speak to Layla alone.

“So how far along are you?” Layla asked.

It would have been fine if she just asked that, but she had to go and put her hand against your bump at the same time.

You were far too polite to say anything but you really didn’t like her hand on your stomach. Not just hers but also everyone else’s who’d decided to just touch you without asking first.

It was starting to feel invasive.

“About 12 weeks.” You gave her a small smile, stepping back slightly.

Unfortunately for you she just followed, adding her hand back.

“Wow so you didn’t have any symptoms for a while then?” She asked, cupping the roundness of your belly with her palm.

It didn’t feel as comforting as when Azriel touched you. Nothing ever would, but there was something so overstimulating about someone other than your mate just touching you before asking. It felt a little violating.

Before you could get emotional about it in front of a crowded room you excused yourself.

You hurried as fast as you could out of the nearest door and walked through the corridors of the House of Wind.

The tears had arrived as you were walking, your heart beating fast and hands shaking with nerves.

Was it rude to not let people touch your bump? You couldn’t help but think.

Yet, at the same time you would never just go up to a female and put your hands on her pregnant bump - even if it was Feyre - You respect their boundaries too much. So why did you feel like getting upset about this was silly?

Was it the hormones? Because they had been making you feel slightly crazy recently.

You made it to the kitchen without bumping in to anyone.

You braced your arms on the kitchen counter and sunk your chin to your chest, letting out small whimpers as the tears fell.

There was no need to jump from your skin when Azriel’s arms snaked around your waist to hug you because you’d felt his presence the moment he’d appeared in the room. His cheek was delicately placed on the back of your head to still allow you the time and space to be upset.

Some of his shadows were already snaking around your arms in support and stomach in protection.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked and you had to laugh at his tone.

“Ask me what you really want to ask, Az.” You lifted your chin up and tilted your head to the side to try and see him.

“I’m not sure asking you who I need to kill is the right thing to say when you’re crying.”

You chuckled, kissing the side of his face.

Azriel let you turn around in his hold, not letting your waist go for a moment though. Now his head was tilted down to face yours.

“Tell me.” He said softly.

Your smile broke as your lips wobbled, trying to focus on not crying and instead talk it through with your mate.

“I hate it.” Your voice wavered.

“Hate what? Who?”

“I hate purple touching my bump.”

“Okay.” Azriel said but didn’t add any thoughts for you. He wanted to hear you say everything on your mind first.

“N-not you. But, people have been touching my bump all day without asking and I hate it. I hate it so much, but I feel like a witch if I tell them to get off. Like it’s just my stomach at the end of the day..”

Azriel moved his hands quickly from your waist to cup your cheeks, stroking his thumb carefully over your cheeks. His touch immediately stopped you from talking.

“Woah, woah, woah. No. Don’t do that. Don’t try and talk yourself out of feeling the way you do. It’s your stomach, love. It’s your baby. No one should be doing anything you’re not comfortable with - ever.”

“No I know, but…”

“No buts. Y/N, love, if you feel uncomfortable then that’s the line I draw. The next person to touch your bump without asking is going to lose their hand.”

You give him a stoic look, but part of you was seriously wondering whether he was being truthful.

“Will you stay with me for the rest of the night?”

“Or how about we don’t go back at all.” He raised his eyebrows in suggestion at you.

“If you’re on the same wavelength as me then yes - please!”

“Perfect.” He kissed you softly, both your chests warming at the touch, “You get the ice-cream and I will get the blankets.”

[mysticmutants]

not a lot, just forever (pt.2)

summary: weddings weren’t logans thing, but being at one with you made him mind them a whole lot less. your (not so) subtle confession may have helped—but now it’s his turn to make the next move.

pairing: logan howlett x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: romcom themes, weddings, possible ooc!logan, reader is described as wearing a dress

authors note: thank you to everyone who read and interacted w my first fic. it genuinely means so much! here’s a part two for everyone who was asking<3 I’ll be working on requests over the next few days, feel free to keep them coming loves! part 1 is on my profile (still figuring out hyperlinks and such, masterlist will be coming soon!) ౨ৎ

logan doesn’t think he’s ever been more excited for a party. whenever there’s been a gathering or a social event at the mansion in the past, he’s been enthusiastic, sure, but mostly at the prospect of being able to get drunk off of his ass—not having to deal with the heavy weight that finds its home in his chest when he’s sober.

this time, though, it’s not the liquor. that’s almost the last thing on his mind, for the first time in years. right now, all he can think of is you. you in your dress, your perfume overwhelming his senses in the best way possible.

his heart finds a shaky rhythm in his chest as time inches on, throwing noncommittal glances at the altar where jean and scott exchange their vows. his knee bounces up and down sporadically, as he attempts to subdue his racing mind. he can feel you next to him, feel the heat radiating off of you—or was that him? he wasn’t so sure. he steals small glances at you, biting back the urge to reach for your hand; settling instead for resting his arm on the back of your chair.

he almost lets out a cheer when everyone begins filing out of the venue—ripping him from his thoughts. his eyes catch on you momentarily, breath hitching in his throat at the mere sight of you, holding up your dress and treading carefully on the grass. if he was bolder, less reserved, he’d extend an arm and help you. as everyone gathers outside, cooing at the newlyweds, he’s only focused on one thing.

the bouquet.

everyone knew the old wives tale. whoever catches the bouquet, is next on the list to get hitched. determination swells in his his chest, eyeing the assortment of pink and white blooms that rest in jeans arms.

he observes the surrounding area as photographers flash a few pictures of the couple— the more animal side of his brain working overtime, like a wolf stalking a caribou. he doubts that he’ll actually go for it, too rational to do something so childish. it seems he has no choice, however, because as soon as he sees a flash of pink and white against the blue sky, he’s already taken off—as though his legs made up his mind for him. he weaves through the crowd, hushed apologies falling past his lips. once he reaches the clearing, he jumps off, reaching for his prize. a smug grin adorns his lips, as he grazes the wrapping of the flowers—only to have it jerked away from him.

his brow furrows as feet meet solid ground once more, only to soften when his eyes lay upon the person who actually caught the bundle of flowers.

you stand in front of him, eyes locking with his. any frustration in his mind is washed clean as he sees the grin on your face, flushed cheeks. you stay gazing at him for a little too long; even as your shared friends gather to congratulate you.

those who were close to you, though—namely your teammates— knew that this meant something deeper. anyone who knew logan could tell that he had feelings for you, and vice versa. the stolen glances, hands brushing as you walk side by side.

as the throng of people begin to head for their cars, logan tries to spot you in the crowd, itching to tell you how he feels—to confess— spilling every emotion he’s ever felt for you onto the dirt for you to do as you please with. he sighs gruffly, heading for his motorcycle.

the road to the mansion is practically ingrained into his memory, unfortunately giving him enough time to overthink the rest of his evening. what if he misread? what if you changed your mind? what if he got you hurt? what if it was actually about someone else? like scott, or hank.

please don’t let it be scott.

he pulls up to the large building, gates propped open to allow guests easy entry. upon entering the room where the reception is held, his eyes immediately search for you: something that’s become a daily occurrence in his life since you stumbled into it. when he finds you, you’re already there, staring right back at him. if he had a tail, it would be wagging.

he rolls up his shirtsleeves, tugging at his tie anxiously, hating the way it clings to his throat. he clears his throat gruffly, swallowing his pride before starting across the polished wood floor, directly to you. he stands in front of you, his cheeks flushed this time.

“hey,”

he starts, any plan or script he had in mind abandoned once he saw your face. placing a palm on the back of his neck, his jaw tightens.

feelings.

logan had seen the worst parts of humanity. its darkest corners—and conquered it. risen above. yet feelings, were something he could never seem to overcome. but he’d be damned if he didn’t try for you.

“logan,” you speak, voice soft and low. he knew you. you hated to see him struggle—always wanted to finish his sentences so he didn’t have to say the hard things. he raises a hand, stopping you in your tracks. “let me,” he huffs. he takes a moment to look at you, really look at you. your parted lips, pupils wide. he has all the courage he needs.

sucking in a deep breath, he finds his footing.

“you were right. about me, i mean. i am scared. fuckin’ terrified, actually. im…” he trails off, swallowing hard in an attempt to regain himself, to soothe his racing mind. “telling you this— telling you how I feel, scared me, darlin’. but after you telling me you felt the same I realized that… never getting the chance to hold you—at least not in the way I want to—scares me a hell of a lot more.” he finishes, gazing at his feet. if he met your eyes right now, he didn’t know if he’d be able to continue, his brain screaming at him to give into fear. to run away.

for once he didn’t want to run. not this time. silence hangs in the air for a moment after his words, the anticipation allowing him to drag his eyes up your body, meeting yours.

before he can register, there’s a hand on his jaw, and one on the back of his neck pulling him closer. your foreheads meet, dark eyes gazing into yours. he almost melts at the way you look at him. doe eyed, completely at his mercy. he meets you halfway, plush lips meet his. shaky hands wind around your waist, tugging you in closer to him.

for a moment, the world stops.

it’s just you two. no nightmares, no impending doom. just this.

as you both pull back, logans heart calms in his chest. for the first time in a long time. he can breathe, actually think—cathartic. his eyes stay closed, chin coming to rest atop your head as he pulls you into him.

“I love you.”

your words make him jump a little. he knew what he was feeling. he had for a long time—too scared to admit it to himself. he softens after a moment, warmth filling his chest. it felt right. his right person.

“I love you too.”

as you pull back, world around you seemingly coming back to life— a slow song plays from the speakers softly, couples and friends gathering to dance. a hand reaches for logans wrist, guiding him to the dance floor.

his hands find their place around your waist, yours around his neck. your bodies intertwine, your face to his chest and his chin on your head. his eyes flutter shut, heightened hearing tuning out everything around him, focusing in on your heartbeat. steady, soft. home.

you sway softly, gathered by friends, and loved ones.

the beginning of forever.

[hitlikehammers]

oh golden boy (don't act like you were kind)

part i : you were mine but—

for @kultiras at the ❄️ Winter @steddieexchange 🖤🩵

Arguably the sharpest knife in his chest about this whole fucking shitshow?

Eddie thought they were doing good.

Like: so fucking good.

Eddie thought they were on the cusp of…that they were building something.

He’s such an idiot. Such a…

A heartsick fucking idiot.

But if he’s gracious—which he’s not, least of all to himself—when he puts all the pieces together, lines the evidence up and analyzes it, thinks of it in terms of a narrative that he can understand and recognize the flaws in, where he’d rewrite the ending or tweak the rising action so everything slides into place realistically, cause and effect in balance just right: Eddie can see that the way this has all shaken out is fucked up. So, so fucked up.

Because there honestly hadn’t been any signs that they weren’t laying the foundations of something long-term, something lasting; that they weren’t in this deep and rooted, strong and committed and serious in a real, tangible way, and, just…

Forever. Eddie was…he was playing for keeps, here. He thought, he just, he thought—

Fuck.

He just…really believed he wasn’t alone in it all.

Again: idiot.

It’d started so fucking predictably, really, because if there’s one thing that Eddie clocked about Steve Harrington from the get-go of actually getting to know him versus operating on the popular-gorgeous-jock framework he’d distilled the guy down to in his head before 1986: the one consistent thing he’d figured from what he’d heard and what he’d seen put together was that: Steve Harrington?

Bastard’s protective to a fucking fault.

So when he blinked back to the land of the living with Steve goddamn Harrington at his bedside? Standing guard, looking a little haggard—like he cared, at least enough to worry—but still fucking devastatingly pretty, good god-

When he woke up to that, Eddie was surprised and also: not at all surprised.

The way he lit up when he saw Eddie was conscious, like world was less before that moment and something right slid back into place? Eddie…Eddie felt like his body was pretty wholly broken but that fucking cracked something down his middle, decimated parts of him in new ways that hadn’t been already devastated on another plane, were sitting ripe for wholesale ruin.

He’d let Steve blame the breathiness that’d overcome him on coming back from the brink of death, because Steve didn’t need to know the sensations, the emotions, that were running riot through Eddie’s veins.

But then it hadn’t stopped.

Steve standing guard at his side became a constant, like Eddie couldn’t quite comprehend save that it felt like his body was knitting itself around the fact of this more-than-good dude and Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what to do with that, save kind of just…poke curiously at the new shape of everything he was for it, and once he worked through the fear of the unfamiliar in it?

To kinda…savor it. Roll around in it and relish.

Probably it was gonna be short lived anyway. Probably it was gonna go away when Eddie finally got out of here. Only made sense to soak it up while it lasted.

And it was one of those early days, where Eddie was soaking it up and before anything possible beyond the bubble of middle-space they were existing in inside Eddie’s hospital room was even hinted at. Steve had gone to check on Max while Eddie grappled a bit to look down at himself a little better under the handkerchief that the hospital deemed sufficient as clothing, and he braced for the worst because it felt like the worst and what he did remember at all from the scene of the inter-dimensional mauling definitely aligned with being ‘the worst’: but it was honestly mostly bandages and pain.

Eddie didn’t…on second thought he didn’t know if he was ready to see what was underneath just yet, so he was actually kinda grateful that his hubris about it all didn’t immediately have a chance to floor him, especially when he was alone because he’d thought it’d be easier to stomach if it was just him—but the prospect, the bullet dodged, lodged in his throat and proved him kinda instantly wrong for the sharp cut of bile rising in him, and the violent jump of his pulse right behind it.

His hand had gravitated to his chest, though, like he could keep his heart from cracking his ribs that way, and he noticed that…even the light pressure ached, so he looked down a little more carefully, didn’t think the little fuckers had concentrated their attacks on the center of his chest so he tucked his chin and tried to see what was causing the sting—maybe just like, general area tenderness after playing buffet table to fucking…flying hellspace rodents but—

No. No: even from this weird-ass uncomfortable angle, Eddie could see the outline, coukd make out the dark stain of a bruise.

In the shape of a hand.

And listen, Eddie wasn’t foolish. He knew that everyone busted ass to get him topside and to a hospital. And that probably involved…stuff he didn’t want to really dwell on too long in terms of the nitty-gritty of his own mortality. He was also very much aware that Steve had played a crucial role, even if the man himself didn’t stand up and declare it. The kids didn’t have any sense of a fucking filter, so.

Eddie knew.

But Eddie then started tracing the splay of fingers on his sternum, his heartbeat so fucking heavy under even just the brush of his nails as he followed the outline of the purpling over, and over, and over, imagined what it would take to make that kind of an impression on his skin because Eddie was fucking pale, yeah, he marked quick—but not that dark.

Not that deep.

“Shit.”

Eddie’d startled, snapped his attention to the doorway where Steve had reappeared, looking a little breathless as he took Eddie in, came quick to his side and leaned to look closer at the monitor next to him and oh: Eddie hadn’t realized that the beeping was so loud, so fast. Hadn’t realized his heartbeat had ratcheted up quite so high.

Not that he was surprised.

“Shit, are you okay,” Steve barely breathed, eyes so goddamn big about it as his hands had kinda hovered, as he’d tried to figure out what to do, how to help, because that was what he was always doing; that’s who he was to his core, and Eddie…

“Oh god, let me call the nu—”

“Don’t.”

Eddie’d half-moaned it, god: scratchy but desperate as he reached for Steve’s hand and he…

He suspected he knew exactly how big that hand was; what shape it’d make to a fucking T. But he needed to see

For sure.

“What are you,” Steve’s brow had furrowed in that way Eddie was becoming increasingly aware he wanted to kiss smooth, and he started to ask it as Eddie grabbed to uncurl his grip from the bar at the side of the bed but Steve gave up fighting quick, focused on stopping Eddie from moving at all instead, from stretching the way he was against the precarious threads holding him together as he reached for the neck of his gown again, still loose enough from where he’d pulled the back up, left his ass out against the sheets to bare his breastbone, the mess of the tattoos on his chest more grisly after everything than any horrors he’d gotten inked before but—

This was a different kind of horrifying thing. Not least—maybe most—because it was entirely possible that it was also the most beautiful, sacred thing to ever touch Eddie’s skin. To ever beat through Eddie’s fucking veins.

“You,” Eddie let go of the last breath he could wrestle out before his lungs seized up too tight, because then he was watching it happen, watching Steve’s broad palm as it hovered over the imprint, shivering when Steve’s warmth made contact: eclipsing the bruise near-perfect, just like Eddie knew deep down it fucking would.

His heart took the hint and started shivering under Steve’s hand immediately, like it had something to prove.

“Ed,” Steve’s voice was wispy, choked a little; eyes too bright and Eddie feels like there must be so many kinds of dying, because he’d felt one keenly under that angry red lightning; this was a wholly other thing.

But felt just as keenly life-or-death.

“You,” Eddie whispered, the words, the truth, the feeling of it all too fragile, too precious to disturb, and he wondered if his heart knew Steve had pushed the bruises down around it to save it, if that’s why it was so unbridled and unabashed in hammering against that touch, that touch—

“I think I heard you.”

And Steve? Big eyes framed with those feather lashes, stretched wide and all made of shine and earnest fucking feeling?

“You didn’t…want to lose me?” Eddie’s voice had been so small, so so small because he did think he’d heard that, and the wisps of recollection, of a frantic but resolute voice demanding of him: what he was able to collect and try to tie into a whole matched up when he paired it all with Steve in his head, but what if he was wrong?

What if it was all just fever dreams and wishful thinking on his deathbed, what if Steve had no investment in him beyond keeping the Party safe in its entirety, no exceptions; what if Eddie was fucking wrong and showed too much of his hand with this, with Steve’s palm pressed to his thrashing heart and—

Then Steve was brining his free hand to Eddie’s cheek, fucking…cradling it like it fucking meant something, like he could matter and—

“I couldn’t lose you.”

Oh.

“You,” and so many possible ways to end that thought had swam through Eddie’s head—you barely know me, you can’t possibly care if I live or die, I cannot matter one fucking bit in your universe, so why would it matter but Steve’s hand was warm under his, and Steve didn’t pull away, only leaned in, only stayed close enough that Eddie could feel his breath on his skin and Steve could chart the way Eddie’s heart took to pummelling his already-taxed ribs but it didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter because Steve held there, so careful of the pain but nothing short of steady, devoted, a soul-sworn guard of that heart under his hand like it did matter, like Eddie did…

Like Steve ever could—

“Stevie,” Eddie would probably have flushed if the situation had been anything but what it was. If his heart wasn’t racing into Steve’s touch at the chest and just under the jaw where Steve’s thumb pressed almost proprietary, almost like a shield but also like a welcome, like the idea of Eddie’s heart beating into him wasn’t a dealbreaker, and fuck, fuck—

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Steve breathed out against him, prickling dangerous across his skin and Eddie’s heart leapt a little, fuck; more than a little and Steve felt it, front-row-center, couldn’t not feel it but he just leaned closer still, and Eddie was front-row himself to the catch in Steve’s inhale, undeniable and unapologetic as he murmured low, turning into Eddie’s cheek a little and Eddie maybe resented how it forced him to pull away,until his lips brushed the tip of Eddie’s jawbone and drew a whole ass shudder down his goddamn spine.

“Just know,” Steve gasped there, fucking…panted and hell if it didn’t catch in Eddie’s blood like pure bliss; “just know why.”

And fuck, but Eddie could only press in to the warmth of Steve’s lips where they moved for the words alone, let alone what words; what Eddie thought maybe they meant—

“Me too,” Eddie rasped a little, because fuck him, man; this was something…something else, swelling up in his chest so strong and Steve had to be able to feel it where he still held against him, palm to his galloping pulse at the source, feeling the life he coaxed back into the world.

“Does it have to make sense just yet?” Eddie asked, knew he sounded too hopeful, too desperate, more than he’d earned, than was safe but his heart kept knocking against that hand, so fucking insistent and who was he to deny it, to try and wrestle in into being less when he couldn’t even hide it, when it was evident to the man it was leaping at; for.

“I don’t think so,” Steve mouthed more than spoke where his lips dragged wet across the stubble on Eddie’s cheek.

“Then,” Eddie tipped his head, tried to catch Steve’s eyes, aimed to reason, to convince but the moment he moved, Steve dipped his chin just so to take Eddie’s lips, to kiss so hard, so complete with what felt like it couldn’t even be reasoned as less than all of him, because how could less than all feel like this—

Fucking impossible.

And Eddie couldn’t shy away—as Steve kissed him breathless, left him gasping; Eddie couldn’t shy away from the sense that he was being killed and revived all over again, endless and unbreaking, and it was perfection.

Jesus fuck.

And the kicker was that…weeks passed. A whole month, close to another. And if anything changed it was all for the better, for the more and Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it, if he was entirely honest. He…the bruise healed, y’know? That brand above his heart but—

He didn’t need it anymore. That was the thing. He didn’t need to see.

He was very fucking aware. Every minute of every day. He was…so aware. It could kill him better than those bats, it was so big and so much, and so quick, but with all that, probably because of all that: Eddie’d never felt anything even remotely like what it meant to shake off sleep and have Steve Harrington kiss you to wakefulness, to hold you for the nightmares as much as the news of small victories on the road to recovery: never wavering.

Never leaving.

When Eddie got the go-ahead to continue his rehab outpatient-style, his original conviction that all of this ended at the latest upon discharge was immediately challenged, because Steve had become so much more than he’d started as, but Eddie still worried. Made himself sick over it.

Felt like an indefensible monster as Steve rubbed his back, brought him soup, tended him like Eddie didn’t cause his own suffering, and all for the terror of losing the very man who was there, without question.

Then he signed himself out, and Steve drove him home.

Save that Eddie recognized where they were headed and…he only knew one person in Loch Nora.

“Your uncle’s still in the motel by the plant,” Steve had explained what Eddie already knew but hadn’t put together when Eddie raised an eyebrow in askance, wholly unsure how to process any of this, any of this; unsure how to hope in the face of what he was seeing, held against what he was wishing.

“Government’s being fucking assholes about setting you up with someplace appropriate,” and something in Steve’s tone had made plain that he was not just very clear on what constituted ‘appropriate’, he was probably actively involved somehow in holding the people in question rightly accountable for appropriate, and nothing less.

And Eddie…he did say he didn’t need a mark you could see on his heart, didn’t he.

“You need the room while you get better,” Steve murmured as he killed the engine, and lifted Eddie’s hand to his lips, pressed his mouth on the knuckles, nuzzling a little, eyes closed and Eddie…Eddie didn’t know what to do.

The only saving grace was that he didn’t have a monitor to rat his ass out when his heart started trying to escape orbit—fuck just his ribs, how pedestrian—this time.

They sat in a living room that looked like it was once absolutely pristine and still was, mostly, but up close Eddie could see little snags on the sofa, could feel the texture of the fabric different under his fingers for scrubbing out a stain. He suspected four infamously unmannered teenagers were the culprits. The remaining stiffness of the cushions was good for the way his body was still working through being gnawed apart, but he was gone far enough to kind of immediately hope he’d see how they wore with love and use and maybe something more once they got there, once Eddie’s body cooperated again, because he…Steve brought him home.

And maybe they didn’t have to stop when Eddie left the hospital. Maybe he didn’t have to lose.

He’d only made it shortly past the best fucking grilled cheese he’d maybe ever tasted, and he didn’t think it was only because it was his first meal without an aftertaste of sterile in too fucking long—but he only lasted a little more than an hour before Steve’d helped him to a guest room on the first floor that’d obviously been reworked for him, from the way he could reach the bed from just inside the door, to the fucking posters that he knew for a fact Steve wouldn’t have had on hand, and Eddie’d giggled a little wetly at the Ozzy one, because he figured the man steadying him at his side would never be anything but intertwined with the Prince of Darkness in his mind, now—but Steve, who’d more than proven he was so far beyond any kind of king, won hands down. By a landslide.

And who could have seen that coming?

“Careful,” Steve chided him gently as he guided Eddie slowly down to the mattress and made to tuck him in, and the word was so warm, so warm but Eddie had to…

He had to reach. Again. He needed Steve, he…needed.

The handprint on top of his heart didn’t need to be a thing he could see, but he needed Steve to…know some level of what he was feeling, of how much was inside him already, and growing, the momentum building and he didn’t want to feed it, didn’t want to let it run if he wasn’t going to have someone to catch it, to run with him but he also didn’t think there was any chance to stop it, now, he didn’t think he could trim it back or tame it from consuming him and he wasn’t sure he’d even want to if he actually had the power because it was the best feeling he’d ever known, even if it was terrifying, even if it could hurt him more than anything he’d ever known and—

“I don’t want to be alone,” was what spilled from his lips with Steve’s hand above his heartbeat as it pumped so goddamn hard it couldn’t be denied, it couldn’t be misconstrued, and he didn’t want to sleep alone, didn’t want to lose what he’d rebuilt himself around all these weeks, he—

“Good,” and Steve leaned down, cradled Eddie’s face and tipped him up to kiss him full, hard, one hand still on his chest because that was the mark, the promise, the fight for all that this was and all it could be like a fucking vow and Eddie melted for it on sight, on contact.

“Because I’m not leaving,” and Steve brushed the tip of his nose back and forth against Eddie’s, his smile like honey in his tone as he pecked Eddie on the lips one more time before stretching his hand to follow him across the bed, to crawl to the other side and slide in next to Eddie, to carefully arrange him against Steve’s body, to wrap around him with so much care, to touch nothing too tender and everything safe to hold as Steve tucked his face against Eddie’s neck and kissed behind his ear as he breathed:

“Never gonna leave you all alone again.”

And Eddie believed him.

Eddie believed him.

And when, weeks later when Eddie was hurting less and moving more, perched in the corner of the couch that was starting to give a little under persistent weight, starting to feel like it was meant to be used and lend comfort; as Eddie was poking at campaign notes for the gremlins, pen caught between his teeth, he only paused when he felt the gravity of a familiar gaze settle on him—not immediately, because he liked just existing in it, feeling its heft, but after enough moments to satisfy him he looked up, met those eyes and felt them in his goddamn soul as he asked:

“What?”

And Steve had just kept on staring, the bare hint of a quirk at the corners of his lips spreading to the full sunrise of his smile.

“You fit, here,” and he’d said it so simply, so…much like a truth, a fact of the universe—Eddie Munson fits, belongs in this place, this space, this home, this life—and then the smile dimmed ever so slightly, cloud cover across the shine as Steve shifted a little, crossed his arms loose but still as a barrier over his chest: “if you want to, I mean—”

And Eddie sat up straighter, and he reached both his hands out to Steve because:

“I want to,” it was all he wanted, really; it wasso far beyond his wildest dreams but it was real, Eddie could see and touch it, taste it, feel it through his blood when it pumped, tracking through his whole body, filling up his heart overfull and magnificent and he as just…

“Sweetheart,” he took Steve’s hands and tugged him down to sit next to Eddie, settled him so close; “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want that.”

He leaned back, wholly prone and never once letting go of Steve’s hands, never once doing anything but keeping them laced together and anchored, locked tight and Steve matched him, followed him as Eddie drew him to his healed-enough chest to settle right at the center, to hear Eddie’s heartbeat for the declaration it was, it already was in its entirety:

“You fit here.”

And he did. They both did. Their worlds had shifted, grew around the shapes they made together and after not-long-at-all, they fit so fucking well that it was bespoke to their cells, they’d never fit anyone else. It was quick and it was heady and it was fucking right.

For months

And then it all went to shit.

Because Steve decided what should have been expected, honestly—that Eddie wasn’t worth the hassle, that he wasn’t right for Steve, that Steve’s staggeringly-expansive capacity for love was wasted to hell on this low-life dipshit who couldn’t even graduate on his third try at high school, who maybe didn’t have a murder charge anymore in the legal system but would never wash it clean from the court of public opinion, who was…trouble. Always trouble.

Not fucking worth it.

It’s just…Eddie never thought Steve would stop wanting him. He maybe went in reticent at first, but Steve had loved so hard out the gate that as soon as he knew he was allowed, and welcome? Eddie didn’t hesitate to meet that love beat for beat.

He just never imagined his love would ever be unwelcome; that that's how his heart would break.

What breaks in the moment, though—the heartbreak is constant, and unfortunately proving to be kinda fucking unending, really—but what breaks now is…possibly the handle on the front door for the way someone’s banging and jiggling it back and forth like the first time it didn’t give against the lock was just a fluke.

He frowns, considers waiting out whoever’s enough of a dick to knock like that but apparently not so witch-hunty to throw a brick through the window—which: Eddie will take progress, he guesses—but when a concerning creak sounds from near the hinges, Eddie thinks of Wayne, and how his uncle doesn’t deserve a broken front door, so.

Heartbroken or not, Eddie has to drag himself to deal with…this.

Then he’s throwing the door open and…this is—

“We need to talk.”

This should have been expected. There’s really only one little asshole who’d assault his door with that much…determination.

“Henderson—” Eddie huffs, because he knows he needs to set a date for them all to get together, he left the campaign they were in kinda dangling on a thread when he didn’t hold the gatherings at St—

Well, when their regularly scheduled venue became too much for Eddie’s heart to handle.

Which: okay, fine, he gets it but like, he can’t care as much as he maybe should when he feels like this, and the kids need to fucking take a chill pill and if they can’t understand, then at least they can just shut the fuck up for at a couple more weeks while Eddie licks his wounds and sees if they decide to finally scab over enough that he doesn’t keep with busting them back open every time he breathes—

“About Steve.”

Eddie’s heart shudders just to hear the name. He’s avoided hearing it for weeks, now; it hurts too much.

He hears it enough in his own head, in his dreams, in his nightmares when he see the worst, in the cadence of his fucking pulse because his heart doesn’t know how not to be Steve’s, kinda feels like it’s not interested in learning, will never be anything other than what it is now, forever, and—

“We need to talk about what you did to Steve.”

Wait.

Wait, what he did to—

What?

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Oh scrap pt.2

Soundwave x human reader

Summary: the decepticons start talking about who’s the hottest one, and agree that an alien could break the tie (aka reader) and without a hesitation they say soundwave, not knowing this guy can hear everything lol

Pt.1   Pt.2

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You had forgotten about the whole ordeal. As we mentioned, chaotic things happened all the time.

So you really didn’t think much of it. Not until you started noticing something different.

Now, you are aware of your crush on Soundwave, and usually that’s not a bother since you rarely think of it. Just keeping those emotions on the down low.

However you have realized a difference in your schedule. You’ve been assigned with your crush and his cassettes far more often than normal. 

Not that you mind at all, more opportunities to appreciate your crush. 

And you wouldn’t have been worried, if it weren’t for the change of actions in the bot.

He’s always so calm and steady at his work. But recently you’ve noticed that whenever you’re around he always tenses and soon leaves the room. 

It’s a little sad, I mean, you’re not exactly sure what you did to upset him. And anytime you get near he twitches a bit before giving you his back and leaving. 

Having no human bestie around you went to next thing you had that resembled that on the nemesis.

You entered Knockout quarters, making sure to catch his attention.

“hey, um, I know you’re busy, but can we talk a bit?”

He saw the stress on your face and didn’t deny you your request. After all everyone needs to vent from time to time.

“Well doll maybe he’s acting that way cause he heard your confession the other day.”

Wipping your head towards him with eyes far too open your confused panic showing through your voice. “What the hell are you talking about. I never confessed not even in front of others.”

He vents a bit leaning down closer to you, “so you seriously don’t remember the day you publicly confessed you want Soundwave.”

Your face blooming with warmth you quickly hush him as you remember what he’s referring to, “ugh i had forgotten about that, …do you think someone told him?”

“Oh doll, I doubt he isn’t aware of the situation.” You bury yourself as far as you can in your arms. Worrying for his true feelings towards you.

It’s interesting to him how every time you don’t want him to know something, your own emotions betray you and become so loud it’s impossible to ignore.

Normally he’d be drained from all the baggage your little brain seems to carry. But recently he’s come to realize that he’s become addicted to your love. 

He can feel what you feel for him.

And anytime you were nearby these feelings of your were stronger. At first it didn’t affect him, but the longer he got attached the harder it was to hold back. 

Slowly but surely, he was falling in love with you. <3

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The Broken Heart That Makes Us

We are back!!! (updates will be every Friday in January 😊) Hope everyone had a great finals week and happy holiday!

Story Description: 

Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.

Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.  

Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?

(18+) Pairings: Toji, Goji, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.

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Chapter 2:

You weren’t surprised when the morning after Toji was nowhere to be found. He even packed up most of his stuff this time. What wasn’t even more surprising was that he didn’t show up for his son's martial arts tournament that was 2 days later. 

You knew how important this tournament was for Megumi since it was the last tournament before he would advance up a level in his class. If he won this match he would advance a color.

So when he walked out on stage and scanned the crowd for you. You made sure you were front and center not wanting him to feel alone. His face lit up as he noticed you in the crowd wanting to wave even though you knew he wouldn’t out of fear of embarrassment. Megumi continued scanning the crowd even though you hoped he wouldn’t. 

As much as he puts on a strong face you knew one thing that he had that you regretfully had a few days ago too.

Hope.

It all happened at once you watched as a wave of realization hit him. He looked back at you for a moment and you could see a tear slowly falling down his face. You felt sick to your stomach knowing that he was hurting. Megumi seemed to realize where he was and let out a laugh to distract himself. Getting back into his starting stance. He was going to do what he always does and channel his emotions into the fight.

You can just imagine what happened next. 

Megumi won the match 3-0. 

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Practically running backstage after the match you barely manage to not trip over your own feet. You usually waited after the match in the front with the other parents but you needed to see him. You just felt an intense urge to tell him how proud of him you were. 

“Meg,..megumi” calling out softly in the crowd of people backstage you were met with a voice you didn’t recognize.

“Megumi’s over here.” said a man you weren’t familiar with. Megumi was sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room. You didn’t need to see his face to know by his body language he was frustrated and crying.

You couldn’t help yourself but to crouch down and hug him ignoring the people that were near him once you got to him. Surprisingly you were met with a tight hug back as he silently sobbed into your shoulder. Megumi usually doesn’t like public affection but you figured this was his one exception. 

“I’m so sorry Meg, but I'm so proud of you” you whispered next to his head, not wanting to draw more attention to him. Continuing to hold him and assuring him everything is okay you finally look up at the man that was standing in front of you as if he was blocking the view so you two could have some privacy. 

The back of the man had your eyes almost popping out the back of your head. The man was wearing a tight black compression shirt that made sure to emphasize the muscles on his shoulder and back. You could almost see the outlines of his veins and the back of the shirt left little to the imagination. He had to be a security guard. 

“Excuse me” you say softly because you didn't want to alarm Megumi. He didn’t seem to hear what you said which you figured would be the case. It was very loud backstage with the people and the wrap up music playing. Reaching out to touch his arm you hesitated causing you to jerk back.

The sudden movement seemed to have got his attention. He turned around and you wished he hadn't. 

“My god.” your eyes instantly locked on to his abs. You were right earlier at this point he might as well just not have worn a shirt. His abs were hugging the shirt and you could have sworn you could see his nipples if you looked hard enough. You could tell this man worked out daily. 

His white hair was pushed back and don’t get me started on his beautiful blue eyes. They seemed to sparkle even though the lighting wasn’t shining directly on him. He looked like a delicate painting that would be hung on the wall in an art museum. You were sure you could write a poem about how handsome- 

“SORRY” you say in a horrified whisper when you realize you have spent the last minute staring at his body. 

“You can stare all you want.” the man said with a smirk before bending down to the level me and Megumi were on. He was even more intimidating up close. 

“You guys okay? I saw him crying and led him over here for some privacy. I know these matches can be quite intense.” he sounded different from the joking tone he just displayed a second before. His voice was filled with genuine concern. 

“We are okay sorry for worrying you Sensei.” Megumi said, removing his head from my arm while slowly standing up. Sensei? I have never seen him before. I would have remembered meeting him. I stood up to not wanting to be kneeling on the hard floor any longer. 

It was a brief awkward silence as we all stood up not sure which one of us was going to talk first. I could barely look at the man in front of me, still embarrassed from my actions earlier.

“Mom this is Sensei Satoru Gojo, he’s a Sensei for the upper class students. He offered me a spot in his class.” Megumi said, breaking the silence. I turned to Megumi in disbelief, usually he asks permission before accepting after school classes. 

"We will talk about it at home Megumi." you said trying to put a positive smile on your face. You were met with a smile back and knew you would give in.

✿❀○❀✿ - (big jump skip, present time)

It’s been two years since you’ve been  rebuilding your life after divorcing Toji. To be honest, life became…somewhat peaceful. But it would be a lie if you said that overcoming everything was easy. The marriage was arranged to benefit your father so you thought divorcing had a heavy price to pay.

 Time passed and marriage to Toji was no longer needed for the firm’s success, making it just another fruitless expense. You still can’t believe that your dad uprooted your life based on a whim  just for you to go through hell and in the end, everything fell apart. But, you couldn’t complain much. After all, Megumi was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You figured that finally getting into a steady beat while taking care of Megumi was going to be a breeze. (Since that was something you were doing anyway.) And you know that he is not the type to complain much about anything. However, a guilty reminder racked your brain. 

Megumi needed someone to look up to. Up until now, you have always been the safety net to Toji’s broken promises and a part of you feels ashamed for separating him from his father. You concluded that enrolling him into Gojo-sensei’s martial arts classes was a good sign since it was the first time he truly asked for something from you. So, you gave Megumi all the support he needed to succeed and that’s why you’re parked outside of the dojo 20 minutes early before his class ends, right?

You eyed the rearview mirror while making final touches on your lashes with your mascara until you heard a blaring car horn. Shocked out of your focus, the mascara skidded leaving a dazzling black streak under your eye. Your head snapped outside the driver’s seat window of your blue Chevrolet Equinox.

“What the hell? They’re early!” The panic fell from your lips as you worked double time trying to tidy up the mess under your eye and fumbled through your purse to prepare to go inside. The other students filed out of the dojo and into their parents' cars while you had to prepare for a ‘fun parent-teacher conference’ as Gojo had stated. 

You exited your car, with your shoulder bag in tow and entered the dojo with a million thoughts running through your head.

‘Why a conference? Is Meg finally going through his rebellious phase?’ 

A thoughtless sigh escaped your lips as you discarded your heels to step up to the tatami mat of the cleared out dojo where only two people remained. 

 As soon as you passed through the double doors, brilliant clear quartz blue eyes pinned you in place. Phantom white hair slicked back from the sweat of a rigorous practice. The wet of his forehead trickled down into the scandalously opened chest of his white Gi that no doubt explored down the rest of his well-toned body. 

“Mama Megumi has such shameless eyes.” Serpent like words hummed from a deep bassy voice. You blinked twice as your gaze focused on the playful grin that tugged the lips of the tall mischievous man. He allowed the collar of his Gi to fall slightly, parading more of his wickedly muscled peck. Your lips tightened at his obvious teasing. 

You ignored his taunt and shifted your gaze to Megumi, who wore a similar Gi but a color belt of a few ranks below. 

“Meg, is everything ok?” You asked, fully focusing on your son whose typical spiky black hair laid flat from his work out. 

Megumi’s eyes shifted back and forth between you to Gojo, lightly acknowledging the banter.

 It was always a game between you two. He’d flirt, you’d ignore. You tease and he bites back. It was a battle of wits everytime you two met which is precisely why you wouldn’t play his game today. Megumi’s wellbeing always came before whatever shallow flirting you had going on.

“Yeah mom. I-.” Megumi began.

“Megumi is doing just fine.” Gojo interrupted as he swung a lazy arm over Megumi’s shoulders. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“I don’t get it then. Why did we need a conference?” Your arms slumped as you felt the rush of worry escape your body. All that was left was confusion. Gojo had whispered something to him and after a formal bow, Megumi departed to go gather his belongings. 

Gojo leisurely planted his hands on his hips and gilded himself towards you, leaving only a forearm’s length in between. His towering figure overshadowed your frame as the heat of his gaze spoke a thousand words. 

“I think we are past the stage of stick-up-your-ass formalities.” Gojo purred. Playfulness showered his lips while his eyes left a danger to be desired. 

“I don’t have time for games when it involves my son, sensei.” You answered firmly. He raised a hand and used his thumb to brush under your eye. You assumed he was cleaning up the aftermath of your mascara but heat remained as his thumb caressed your cheek. 

You gently slapped his hand away and it fell to his side. You shot him a glare warning him to stop wasting your time. He smirked, humored at your fiery response.

“I just wanted to do a follow up for the letter I sent you through the mail.” He confessed.  Your head fell to the side and your eyes trekked downwards in deep thought. You don’t remember receiving any mail recently from him but then again…

“Ah-. I changed my address.” You raised your head too quickly not knowing Gojo hovered low enough where his nose barely brushed yours. You took in a gasp. 

Gojo studied your face and his peering blue eyes paused at your lips. You subconsciously wetted them with your tongue and you watched his breath hitch. His eyes then fell to your chest that teasingly left the first two buttons open of your blazer. 

“This is our new address! We fully moved in about a year ago.” You broke the tension. Your body turned to fumble through your purse looking for a small piece of paper and a pen. You settled for an old restaurant business card and began to write your address on the back. 

With his index and middle finger, Gojo swiftly swiped the card from your hands. He exchanged looks with the card and your face and then looked back at the card and flipped it over. He snorted a laugh and covered his mouth to contain it. 

“What?” You shrugged trying to take a peek at the card to see if you spelled something wrong. 

He flipped the card up to your face.

“Coupon for Chuck N Cheese’s?! Are you 6?!” He threw his head back and boomed in laughter. You shoved his shoulder and attempted to swipe the business card back. He was faster than you and raised the card in the air to force you to jump for it.

“Give it back, dickcheese.” You leaped again and attempted to take the card back. Gojo’s wicked smile only grew while he watched your embarrassed reaction. 

“Ha! And I’m the childish one?!” You huffed.

You felt a hand curl around your back and he pulled your chest against his. The force sent you both tumbling with Gojo breaking your fall. 

Your eyes grew wide as your chest pressed plush against his and his long legs straddling the sides of you. You tried not to focus on something rock solid that bullied its way against your pelvis. You felt his hand on your back slowly rub up and down, teasing the top of your ass. 

He took another glance at the card with your address written on it.

“Got it. I’ll swing by tomorrow at 8. Dress nicely.” He ordered and you pushed yourself up to meet him face to face. 

“What game are you playing?” You whispered looking for deception in his gaze. His head fell back on the mat and he gazed up at you under hooded eyes. His hand stopped just before the curve of your ass. He parted his lips as he was about to answer.

“Oi, pervert!” A bellow emerged from the changing room and you quickly scrambled to your knees and Gojo sat up after you. Megumi’s face was twisted in disgust directed at Gojo. 

Before another word was uttered, Megumi marched over to you and pulled you up by the wrist. He stood in front of you protectively. However, Gojo was completely unphased.

“Oh! That reminds me. I wanted to recommend Megumi to extra practices. I think he could train for a higher belt before the end of the year.” Gojo explained nonchalantly. He perched up his knee and rested his elbow on it while flicking the card back and forth in between his fingers. 

You rubbed the temples of your forehead.

‘This could have been a fucking email.’ You groaned internally. 

“Of course…I do need a parent’s approval. It means that he’s going to be training more during the week and I wanted to make sure that was ok with you.” Gojo rose up to his feet. You were taken aback at how reasonable his explanation was. Watching Gojo flirt back and forth from playful to serious was kind of sexy in a way.

His gaze turned soft as he eyed Megumi knowingly.

“I want to see him succeed.” Gojo confessed. You noticed the flicker of sincerity in his tone. 

Keeping up with Megumi’s practices was hellish already. Although moving gave you the distance you needed and the living space Megumi deserved, traveling was brutal. His shoulders slumped. He knew this too. But if jujutsu martial arts was something he wanted to do, distance be damned!

“I think we can spare a few extra days. Right Meg?” You placed two hands on his shoulders and he turned his back to face you in disbelief. Then, the pinch of hope you briefly saw in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

“But you’ve been pushing yourself. There are no buses near our house and you have to drive me to school everyday and then from school to practice. I don’t want to be a burden again…” The last part of his sentence trailed off almost like a silent apology. He almost struggled to look you in the eye. Being a burden was the last thing you wanted Megumi to think. Especially after it took years to heal the wounds his father left that made him have those thoughts.

“Erm! *cough* I’ll take Meggy home if he’ll need a ride.” Gojo suggested. Both you and Megumi snapped your heads towards him. Megumi pondered the suggestion.

“This just gives me more reasons to camp out at your doorstep.” He continued and once again wore a mischievous grin. You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes.

“Stalker.” You uttered while guiding Megumi to the exit. 

“Remember! 8 O’Clock on the Dot! Okay??? Do you hear me?!! Hey!!! Hey helloooo!!!” You heard Gojo holler from behind you as you and Megumi exited the dojo. You displayed a pretty little middle finger to Gojo without sparing him a glance. 

“Mom, don't associate with him. He’s ill.” 

“Yeah…I know.”

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[vanillarosekiss]

Hi lovie! May i request something? Can you write angst to comfort with simon or john? Love me some ex to lover or just like another chance romance where the boys are grovelling teehee

Of course I can, angel!♡ I hope you like this, I'm so sorry that it's late. I really wanted to make it more angsty at the beginning and sweet at the end so enjoy.

What Remains ₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: angsty, simon being a bit of a prick tbh, fluff at the end.

The dreaded knock came late—sharp and deliberate, breaking the silence of your small apartment. You weren’t expecting anyone at this time, but the minute you opened the door and saw him standing there, everything froze.

Simon.

He looked the same, but so different. The mask was gone, but his darkening aura stayed the same. He didn’t say anything; he stared at you like he wasn’t sure you’d let him speak.

“What do you want?” you said, voice harsher than you expected.

“I came to talk,” he muttered, his voice low, almost hesitant, “To apologise.”

You let out a harsh laugh and crossed your arms.

“Talk? Now? After you walked out of my life without a word? Months, Simon. Months. And now you want to talk?”

“I know,” he said quickly, his tone defensive, as if bracing for impact.

“I know I fucked up.”

“Fucked up?” You stepped back, gesturing wildly, “No, Simon. You didn’t just ‘fuck up.’ You destroyed me. Do you even get that?”

He winced, his lips pressing into a hard line. “I left to keep you safe. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” you snapped. “You always have a choice. You just didn’t want to deal with me, so you made the easiest one. Don’t pretend you did it for me.”

His head snapped up at that, and for the first time, you saw something crack in him.

“You think it was easy? Leaving you? That it didn’t tear me apart every time i thought about it?”

“Sure looked easy from where I was standing,” you fired back. You knew it wasn’t like that, but you had lost it with him now.

“I was trying to protect you,” he said, voice harder now, colder. It was like he went back to who he was in the field, merciless and cruel.

“Do you have any idea the kind of shit that follows me? The kind of danger I drag around? I left because I didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. You know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.”

“Protect me?” You let out a bitter laugh. “That’s rich, Simon. Did you ever stop to think about how it felt on my end? Not knowing if you were dead, alive, or just done with me? You didn’t protect me. You abandoned me.”

That word hit him like a slap. His jaw clenched, and something in his expression shifted, turning darker. “You think I wanted to do that? That it didn’t fucking kill me to walk away? I was trying to do the right thing.”

“Yeah, well, you failed,” you shot back. “Congratulations. All you did was prove I meant nothing to you.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You think you meant nothing? Christ, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought about you every fucking day. Do you know how many times I wanted to pick up the phone? To come back? But I couldn’t.”

“Why? Why couldn’t you?” you demanded, your voice breaking. You didn’t want to get emotional with him but you couldn’t help it.

“What stopped you? What could possibly be worse than what you did to me?”

Simon’s voice dropped, “Because I was scared, alright? Scared I’d lose you for good. Scared you’d get hurt because of me.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words hitting you like a tidal wave. For a small moment, neither of you said anything, just stood there in the wreckage of everything unsaid.

“You broke me, Simon. You left me with nothing. And now you just show up, expecting me to forgive you?”

“I don’t expect your forgiveness,” he said, his tone softer now, the fight draining out of him. “I just… I couldn’t stay away anymore. I had to try. Even if you want to slam the door in my face, I’ll take it, but I needed you to know I’m sorry. For all of it.”

You felt your resolve cracking, the anger giving way to something else—something just as painful.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” you whispered. “You don’t get to come back like this and try to undo everything I’ve been through.”

“I know,” he said gently. “But I can’t let you go without a fight. Just because I left doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore.”

Your arms hung limp at your sides, the weight of his words crushing you. You couldn’t tell if you were angry at him or just upset.

“I know I’ve been a prick, baby, trust me I know. And I hate myself for ever doing this to you. I wasn’t thinking properly. Fuck, I just- ”. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

He looked… lost? Like he didn’t know how to fix this, and it tugged at something deep inside you, even through the anger.

“Simon,” you said quietly, your voice softer now.

His hand dropped, and he looked at you, the raw emotion in his eyes catching you off guard. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you if you let me,” he whispered. “I just want you back. Please.”

The sincerity in his voice broke you, and you couldn’t even get a moment to second-guess yourself.

“One chance, Simon. That’s all you’re getting.”

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[dissapointu]

Smoke and Mischief

The dim lighting of the room cast long shadows on the walls as you leaned back in the chair, cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded with the relaxed calm that only came after a long day of tension and work. The haze of smoke hung lazily in the air, mixing with the sharp scent of burnt tobacco. Ran sat across the room, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you, their usual stoic expression never faltering.

But then, without warning, you blew a thick cloud of smoke directly into their face. The action was playful, mischievous—a challenge.

Ran’s eyes narrowed immediately. Their sharp features twisted slightly in surprise as the smoke billowed, swirling around them in a thick, gray mist. They sputtered for a moment, the suddenness of it catching them off guard. For a heartbeat, you thought you saw them actually struggle to clear the air, but then—like magic—it was gone, and all that was left was a chuckle. A sound you’d only ever hear from them when they weren’t entirely irritated, which was rare.

“You brat,” they muttered, their voice a low, gravelly mixture of affectionate irritation and amusement, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of their lips. It wasn’t much—just a small, teasing grin—but it was enough to make you pause. Ran wasn’t a person who expressed emotion easily. They rarely ever showed their softer side, preferring to keep their thoughts—and their emotions—guarded. But in moments like these, they let down their defenses. Just a little.

You grinned, leaning back in the chair further as you took another drag. The smoke curled up, drifting in the air above you, but Ran wasn’t done with you yet.

Before you could react, Ran’s hand shot out, their fingers closing around your ankle with surprising precision. You barely had time to process it before their grip tightened, pulling you effortlessly from the chair and dragging you toward them.

“Come here, you little shit,” they growled under their breath, their voice low but playful, filled with a mixture of fondness and mischief. Their other hand shot out to catch the back of your neck, guiding your fall as you stumbled forward, pulled down onto the bed beside them.

You landed with a soft thud, your body pressing against the cool, soft sheets. For a moment, you were stunned—caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. But you didn’t stay down for long.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, shooting Ran a teasing grin. “What, you can’t handle a little smoke?”

Ran didn’t immediately respond. Instead, they leaned back against the bed’s headboard, their fingers still wrapped around your ankle, keeping you close. Their expression was unreadable, but the amusement in their eyes was unmistakable.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Ran muttered, their voice softer now, the teasing edge gone as they studied you with a mixture of affection and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes playfully. “Cute, huh? I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all day.”

Ran’s eyes flickered over you, their gaze moving with a quiet intensity. “Don’t get used to it.” They smirked again, a small, knowing smile that sent a thrill through you.

With one quick motion, Ran pulled you further onto the bed, their hand never leaving your ankle. You were now lying beside them, close enough that you could feel the warmth of their body against yours. Their sharp eyes were still locked onto you, studying you with a quiet kind of focus that made your heart race a little faster.

“Did you think you could get away with that?” Ran’s voice was low, just above a whisper, and there was something in it—something playful and dangerous—that made your pulse quicken.

“I wasn’t trying to get away with anything,” you replied, though your voice had a slight tremor to it, betraying the thrill of being this close to them. You could feel the tension building between you, thick and electric, like the calm before a storm.

Ran’s gaze softened, but only just. They leaned closer, their breath warm against your cheek as they spoke, their voice just above a whisper. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?”

You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest as you met their gaze. “Is that a problem?”

For a brief moment, neither of you moved. The air between you was thick with tension—tension that had been building for days, weeks, maybe longer, both of you trying to ignore it, pretend it wasn’t there. But it was undeniable now, hanging in the air like smoke.

Ran’s fingers slid down from your ankle, tracing along your calf slowly, deliberately, as if to remind you that they were still in control. You shivered at the touch, and you couldn’t help but notice the way their eyes darkened in response.

“You’re pushing your luck,” Ran murmured, their voice husky and laced with something you couldn’t quite place—something dangerous and intoxicating.

You could feel the air around you growing heavier, suffocating in the best way possible. You swallowed again, feeling your pulse speed up as they leaned closer still, their lips just a breath away from yours.

“I like pushing limits,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. The words hung between you, daring them to respond, daring them to act on the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

Ran’s eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes, their expression unreadable. But then they chuckled, a low, dark sound that made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re lucky I don’t throw you out of here right now,” they said, their voice low and steady. “But I think you’ve earned a little more time, just this once.”

Before you could say anything, Ran’s lips were on yours, firm and demanding, as if they’d finally given in to the pull between you. The kiss was everything—everything you’d both been holding back, everything unspoken, a collision of desire and something deeper, more complicated.

Ran’s hands were everywhere now, pulling you closer, urging you to stay with them in this moment. They were more than just the sharp, calculating strategist you had come to know. In this space, this quiet room filled with the remnants of smoke, they were something else entirely. Something more vulnerable, more raw, and infinitely more dangerous.

When the kiss finally broke, you were both breathing heavily, your heart racing. Ran’s eyes were dark, still holding that spark of mischief, but there was something more—something real—in their gaze now.

“You’re lucky,” they repeated, but the words held a different meaning now, softer, less teasing. “Very lucky.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing lightly across their chest. “I’m not the only one.”

Ran just smirked, a small, quiet chuckle escaping their lips. “We’ll see about that.”

And as the smoke lingered in the air around you, both of you knew this was just the beginning of something far more complicated.

[mejaemin]

best gift ever - lee taeyong

wc: 2.2k

summary: bsf!taeyong gives you the best gift you could ever ask for ‎♡

warnings: fluff, i definitely did not proofread this, doyoung cameo, f2l, taeyong is so cutie so biteable, fem!reader (as always), i tried keeping the holiday vague so if u see any mention of christmas lmk so it can be changed!

an: I LOVE BUBU !!! also as a hispanic person i celebrate early so im posting this on my christmas eve :333 happy holidays everyone !!!

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bsf!taeyong who is absolutely smitten.

every time he goes to the store, you get a million notifications of him sending photos of something he finds, asking if you’d like it.

in the cold weather, he’s taken you out for more holiday activities and hot coffee/cocoa trips than he can count on all fingers and toes

he’s always sharing and giving up his warm winter clothes for you when you “forget”

when the snow starts falling in heavy, fluffy flakes and you ask for him to take pictures of you, he can’t help but let you know that you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen.

is it the cold that’s making his cheeks so pink, or is it something else?

“yongie, look how pretty the park is! can we go take pictures please?” you turn to him, bouncing on your feet excitedly. in the distance, you’re pointing to the park that’s blanketed in so much snow it’s like a winter wonderland.

he follows your finger and nods, allowing you to lead the way. you skip all the way to your photo spot of choice, being a tall pine tree covered in fluffy snowflakes. you hand taeyong your phone before bending down to pick up the snow in your bare hands, posing for the camera. immediately upon hearing the shutter, you switch poses, putting a bit of snow on your head before giving him a heart pose.

taeyong snaps another photo, his cheeks and nose pink as his mouth hangs open slightly. his breath fills the air with soft white clouds, yet he doesn’t feel a thing due to the warmth of his cheeks. pocketing your phone, he puts his gloves over your own hands all while avoiding eye contact.

“you looked so pretty in those pictures.. i think i might have to put them up somewhere!” he tries to sound fully invested in the moment, but as you lead him to another photo spot he’s feeling incredibly pensive, your beauty among the glittering landscape too much to handle.

bsf!yong who finally realizes his feelings might not be normal..

for the longest time, he thought it was just admiration, and was fairly casual about his emotions towards you.

however, after mentioning you for the thousandth time while you weren’t around, the idea of a crush was brought up.

with some serious pondering and a little bit of denial, taeyong realizes that it might be true

thankfully, he’s got a loving friend who will help him come out of such stupidity

“yes, and then after we went to-“

“taeyong.” doyoung cuts him off, holding his hand out to signal him to stop.

immediately he flushes, rubbing his neck. “what..? i wasn’t talking for too long, was i?”

the younger sighs heavily, mouth shaped into a flat line. “you were. you’re seriously embarrassing yourself, yong. you talk more about her than anything else.”

taeyong sinks back into his seat, feeling almost like a child caught in the cookie jar. so what he likes talking about his best friend all the time? he’s proud of their relationship, and thus of course will brag about it often. he thinks about you all day? well, you’re the person he hangs out with and sees the most, of course you’re going to be on his mind a lot. his positive and extremely affectionate attitude towards you is totally normal. very casual.

“so, what? she’s my best friend. anyone who’s a good friend will talk about them with pride.” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at his friend.

“that’s really what you think this is taeyong? you’re sure that this is all platonic admiration? you’re not in love or anything?” doyoung sounds like he’s truly scolding the other, but they both know it’s coming from a place of good nature where he’s really just teasing.

like in the movies, taeyong hears the words ‘in love’ and all of a sudden they’re repeatedly echoing in his mind. visions of him admiring you and hanging out with you wobble and rotate through his mind, and pictures of you smiling at him come into rotation. if he wasn’t already spiraling due to these thoughts, he sure was now.

“if i am in love with her.. how do i know? are you sure this isn’t just normal friend feelings?”

bsf!taeyong who starts plotting the minute he’s sure of his feelings.

it’s literally the day after his conversation with doyoung that he sees you once again

now that the idea of a crush is in his mind, the feeling in his chest upon seeing your face might actually not be normal

after he drops you back home, he heads right out to the store, going gift shopping for you another time, this time for gifts a little more romantic

your day of celebration is in two days, so he’s got some time but his plan needs lots of time to be thought through.

gifts and a heartfelt letter in tow, he heads back home to think of the big thing: how to do it.

with doyoung on speakerphone, he leaves his phone on the coffee table while he sits on the floor next to it wrapping your gifts. admittedly he went a little overboard, but if his confession goes well he has to show his gratitude somehow, right?

“i don’t know, doie, i’m scared. i don’t think i should do this..” taeyong whines, pouting heavily as he re-folds the corner of your wrapping paper for the fifth time. it keeps wrinkling, and he won’t settle for anything less than a crispy fold in your favorite color wrapping.

the other sighs, and it can’t be seen but he’s running his fingers through his hair in annoyance. “taeyong, you’re starting to aggravate all of us.” he’s referring to the rest of their friend group, who have all said the same thing. “you’ll never know how she feels if you don’t try.”

he curls into himself, squirming as anxiety courses through his veins. “but still.. if this goes bad i think i’ll die.”

“it won’t trust me. even if she says no, which i have a feeling she won’t, it’s not like she’s gonna cut you out. your friendship is too strong for that.”

even if doyoung is lying for the sake of comforting the other, it really does provide some reassurance. the worst that will happen is you saying no, so it’s worth a shot. even if the fear of rejection is strong, your relationship is strong enough to not break even with something like this happening. or, at least he hopes so.

bsf!taeyong who finally starts organizing your holiday date, the same one you have every year, however with more of a romantic intent behind it.

every year, you and taeyong go on a “friend date” for your day of celebration. rather than spending it with family or friends, you reserve it for each other.

last year, you went on a simple date to see your city’s holiday tree and shop around, and this year may be similar, but it’s a little more fancy.

you’ll be visiting the tree once again, however there’s something a little more special coming beforehand; dinner!

it was quite a struggle to find somewhere open on the day of, however it worked out and he spent quite a pretty penny on reserving the best place he could find.

since reserving a table at the nicest restaurant in the area, taeyong’s on around night three of feeding on whatever random snacks are laying around and cup ramen. he always spends his money on you, but the holiday season gets impossibly worse. of course, he’ll always make sure to have the funds and will never go without, but one day he might seriously go into debt if this keeps on.

sitting on his floor (it’s becoming a theme to sit right in front of the couch rather than on it), he stares at the wall while thinking of a plan on how to make his confession. ‘step one,’ he thinks, ‘take her to dinner. that won’t be anything new, so there’s no reason to freak out.. yet. step two.. visit the tree. should i give her a compliment while we’re there? ugh, no, too cheesy… just be regular. step three, hopefully it’s dark outside so we can take some pictures together. then, once they’re done, just say it. i’m madly in love with you and have been basically since we’ve met. no, scratch that! running away and crying is the only option !!!’

of course, these thoughts are very far fetched, but if the almost painful furrow of his brow isn’t evidence of his hard thinking, nothing else is. he’s even written a letter that’s safely tucked into one of your gift boxes in case he chickens out. he’s thought of every possible outcome, even the highly unrealistic one where you start sobbing while chicken dancing. he’s really so nervous, so much so that his heart pounds every time he thinks about it. every possible effort he can make to make sure everything will go right has been made. even if you reject his advances, only the best will be given to you.

bf!taeyong who gives you the best set of gifts you could ever ask for.

your day starts out with him coming over to your house, where he brings you breakfast and watches as you get ready.

next, he hands you your gifts, all wrapped in paper of your favorite color and characters.

when you try to open them in front of him, he immediately flushes, putting his hands out and begging you to wait until you part.

after that, he takes you out to dinner. it’s very cozy, jazz music filling the restaurant as you eat together. his hand brushes yours multiple times, but you pay it no mind.

finally, you visit the tree together and… see for yourself :)

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night has fallen, and you and taeyong stand in front of the large holiday tree, sparkling with lights and glittering ornaments. it’s always your favorite sight that comes with the holiday season, and it’s even better now that you’re sharing it with your best friend. he’s given you the best day you could ask for, and as you pose in front of the tree for him to take pictures for you, you’re wondering what could’ve warranted this treatment.

taeyong lowers the phone, taking a deep breath before stepping closer to you. your name leaves his lips with a heavy breath as if he’d been holding it. “can i tell you something?”

you smile, nodding your head as he takes your hands. “of course! what is it?”

your eyes are sparkling with all the festive lights around you, and he’s losing his breath. “there’s something that i’ve been thinking about for a while, and i think i’m ready to tell you… is that okay?”

you’re face immediately turns to a look of concern as you place a hand on his shoulder. “always, bubu. you don’t have to ask, is everything okay?”

he looks away, fidgeting with the seam of your gloved hand. “well, i, uh.. i really like you, a lot. romantically… and of course, if you’re uncomfortable with that we can pretend i didn’t say it, but i really needed to tell you.” he rambles.

immediately your smile grows bigger as you wrap yourself around taeyong in a hug. “oh, really? thank goodness, because me too! i like you so much too, bubu, and i was planning on telling you soon too.”

immediately he’s releasing his breath once again, reciprocating the hug so tightly that you’ll never be able to get out. “really? then, can i give you one last gift?” his eyes are so big, glossy and glimmering with so much hope and love that your heart flutters.

when you nod he pulls a card out of his pocket with a small box taped to the front. when you take it from him, you open the box to reveal a necklace with a dainty rose charm hanging from it. a soft gasp leaves your lips and you immediately take your gloves off to put it on. taeyong would’ve helped but his hands were so preoccupied with fidgeting out of anxiety that he didn’t even think of it. opening the card, it’s got a gift card to your favorite store and a message on the other side. it reads, ‘to my favorite person in the whole world, will you be my girlfriend?’

you pocket the gift and with a glowing smile you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile. “yes, yes of course taeyong! i’d love to be your girlfriend.” you back up, your face a short distance from his as you admire his smile that mirrors your own.

“oh thank goodness, i was afraid you’d say no..” his eyes flicker to your lips, “well.. i have one more present to give you, if that’s okay?”

your eyes trail down to his lips as well, and before you can even fully nod his lips are on yours. his kiss is gentle, lips soft yet cold as they connect with your own. it’s so sweet, the way he kisses you so softly yet long enough to know he’s not dreaming. under the festive lights and light snowfall, he shares his first kiss with you. it’s safe to say that it’s one for the books, and something you’ll never forget as you do this for years to come, your favorite holiday now becoming your anniversary with your best friend.

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[hwa-stars]

Healing heart

Genre: fluff, mentions of low selfstem or loneliness.

Pairing: idol Jung Wooyoung x fem named reader

Summary: We all have days when we don't want to go on, but we always have someone who is there to help us.

Word count: 2.4k

Minseo sat by the window, the city lights shimmering against the backdrop of a quiet night.

It had been one of those days—heavy, emotionally draining, and filled with the echoes of self-doubt that crept in at the worst moments. She sighed, absently scrolling through her phone, trying to distract herself.

"Hey babe!" Wooyoung's voice came from the doorway, snapping her out of her thoughts. He entered the room with that bright, infectious smile that never failed to lift her spirits, no matter how down she felt.

"Hey" She replied softly, managing a small smile as he sat beside her.

Wooyoung’s presence alone brought warmth, but tonight, it felt like a gentle balm on an old wound.

He studied her for a moment, then his expression softened, understanding flickering in his eyes.

"Bad day?" She only nodded.

"Just... one of those days where I feel like I'm not worth it, you know?" Wooyoung leaned closer, gently taking her hand in his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, his touch tender and grounding.

"I know the feeling, but let me tell you one thing: you are enough. More than enough, actually."

Minseo looked down, her heart heavy with the weight of past experiences and the way she sometimes let those voices inside her head take over, but Wooyoung had always been different.

Since they had started dating, he had this way of making her feel like the most precious thing in the world. He wasn’t just her boyfriend, he was the bandage that covered the scars she had tried to heal on her own for so long.

"You don’t have to be perfect all the time, babe." Wooyoung said, his voice steady but full of emotion. "You’re allowed to have bad days, to feel overwhelmed. But I need you to know that you deserve the love you give. You’re worth it. Every part of you."

She blinked, feeling the tears welling up, but they were different this time. They weren’t for sadness but of the overwhelming love and reassurance that Wooyoung gave her. He always knew what to say, and more than that, he always showed her how much he cared—every single day.

"How are you always so sure?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wooyoung cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had escaped.

"Because I know you. And I love every piece of you—the parts you show the world and the parts you keep hidden." He pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You don’t have to pretend with me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it too."

Minseo rested her head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words sink in.

"You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me." She whispered against his chest and Wooyoung chuckled softly.

"That's funny, I was going to say the same thing about you."

She stayed in the warmth of her boyfriend embrace, her heart finally finding some peace. The world outside continued to move, but in his arms, it felt like time had slowed down just for them.

“I don’t know how you do it." She murmured, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. “You make everything feel less… heavy. It’s like you know how to take the pieces of me that feel broken and put them back together.” Wooyoung’s lips quirked into a small, playful smile.

“That’s because you’re not broken, Min. You’ve just been carrying things alone for too long. I’m here now, so let me carry some of it for you.” He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I know, I really try so hard and I'm really grateful with you."

“You know.” He began, his tone soft but teasing. “I fell for you the moment I saw you, even before you knew I existed.” Minseo chuckled, shaking her head.

“Stop it. You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not." Wooyoung protested, laughing with her. “I’m serious! You walked in that cafeteria, and I thought, ‘That’s the girl I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.’ You had this light around you. Everyone could see it, but you… you’re the only one who doesn’t see how amazing you are.”

Wooyoung had always been like this—so sure of his feelings for her, never wavering. It still amazed her how he could see the parts of herself that she struggled to accept, and how he made her believe that she was enough, just as she was.

“Thank you." She whispered, her voice barely audible. “For loving me the way you do and for being my safe space.”

Wooyoung’s smile softened, and he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You never have to thank me for that. I love you, Minseo. And I’ll keep loving you, every day, even on the days when you feel like you don’t deserve it. Because you do. You always have.”

Minseo felt the warmth of his words settle into her heart. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that said more than words ever could—a kiss that told him how much she appreciated him, how much she loved him for being the person who never let her forget her worth.

When they pulled apart, Wooyoung grinned, his playful nature returning.

“Now, what do you say we order some pizza, put on a movie, and just forget about the world for a while?” Minseo laughed, the sound light and free.

“That sounds perfect.”

Later that nigth

Later that night, Minseo and Wooyoung drifted off to sleep, nestled against each other under the warmth of their blankets. The peaceful quiet of the night wrapped around them like a protective shield, but even in her dreams, the weight of the day’s emotions lingered in the back of Minseo’s mind.

Hours passed since Minseo and Wooyoungdriftedoff to skeep, nestled against each other and suddenly, in the early hours of the morning, Minseo’s eyes fluttered open.

A heavy feeling sat in her chest, familiar but unwelcome.

She glanced over at Wooyoung, who was still fast asleep beside her, his breathing steady and calm. Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly slipped out of bed, the comfort of his warmth leaving her almost immediately.

Her feet found their way to the kitchen, where she flicked on the soft light, letting it cast a warm glow over the counters.

Cooking had always been her way of dealing with the overwhelming feelings she couldn’t quite express. It grounded her, gave her something tangible to focus on.

Tonight, it was cheesecake—her go-to comfort recipe. The simple act of measuring ingredients, mixing them together, and watching something beautiful come together helped her find some sense of calm.

As she worked, the quiet hum of the fridge was the only sound in the room. She poured the creamy batter into the pan, her movements methodical, almost meditative. The kitchen smelled of sweet vanilla and cream, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down just enough for her to catch her breath.

But in their room Wooyoung stirred in his sleep when he noticed the absence of his girlfriend. His hand reached out instinctively to her side of the bed, only to find it empty.

Frowning, he blinked his eyes open and, after realizing she wasn’t there, he quietly padded out of the room, following the faint light coming from the kitchen.

There she was—standing at the counter, completely absorbed in her baking. He paused in the doorway, his heart swelling with concern, he knew that when she felt overwhelmed, she turned to cooking, it was how she found her peace.

Without making a sound, Wooyoung approached her from behind, slipping his arms around her waist gently.

Minseo jumped slightly at the unexpected touch, but then immediately relaxed into his familiar embrace.

“You couldn’t sleep?” He asked softly, his breath warm against her neck as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

She shook her head, resting her hands over his where they circled her waist. “I just… needed to do something. Clear my head.”

Wooyoung tightened his hold on her, swaying them gently from side to side. “You always bake when you’re overwhelmed." He said knowingly, his voice soft but full of understanding. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

Minseo exhaled, leaning back against him as the weight of his support made her feel just a little lighter.

“I don’t know." She whispered. “It’s not anything specific… just everything.” Wooyoung nodded, pressing his cheek against her head.

“I get that. But you know you don’t have to carry it alone, right? I’m here, always.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, and for a moment, they just stood there in the soft glow of the kitchen, holding each other.

The cheesecake sat unfinished on the counter, but it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was this quiet moment together.

“Thank you Woo." Minseo whispered after a while, her voice thick with emotion. “For always knowing what I need, even when I don’t.”Wooyoung smiled against her skin.

“That’s what boyfriends are for, right?” She chuckled softly, turning around in his arms to face him. “You’re more than just a boyfriend. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.” His eyes softened, and he cupped her face in his hands.

“I’m just glad I get to be that for you.”

Wooyoung leaned down, closing the small distance between them, and gently pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and tender, filled with all the reassurance and love he had been offering her since the moment they met. Minseo melted into it, her hands resting against his chest as she kissed him back.

When they finally pulled apart, Wooyoung gave her a playful smile, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Now.” He said, his voice teasing. “How about we finish that cheesecake? You can’t leave it halfway, can you?” Minseo laughed softly, shaking her head.

"You’re right. It’s almost done anyway.”

Together, they moved back to the counter, and with Wooyoung by her side.

Once the cheesecake was safely baking, they cleaned up the kitchen, working in perfect sync.

Wooyoung washed the dishes while Minseo dried them, and they shared light conversation, laughing about little things as if they hadn’t just shared a deeply vulnerable moment.

Finally, when the cheesecake was golden and ready, they pulled it out of the oven and let it cool just enough before cutting into it.

Wooyoung grabbed two plates, and they sat down at the small kitchen table, the warm smell of cheesecake filling the room.

Minseo took a bite first, closing her eyes as the familiar taste brought her the comfort she’d been seeking all night.

“It’s perfect." She said, smiling at Wooyoung.

“Of course it is. You made it.”

Minseo looked at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him in her life.

“I love you." She said softly that make Wooyoung smile.

“I love you too, Min.”

As they sat together, lost in their quiet moment of cheesecake and whispered words, the soft shuffle of footsteps broke the stillness.

Wooyoung looked up just in time to see Hongjoong and Jongho stumbling into the kitchen, their faces scrunched with irritation and exhaustion.

Hongjoong rubbed his eyes and groaned, clearly not thrilled to be awake at 3 AM.

“Seriously? It’s the middle of the night, and you two are just… sitting here, eating cheesecake?”

“Some of us were actually trying to sleep, you know.” Jongho leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, giving them both a grumpy look

Minseo felt a pang of guilt, knowing they had probably woken them up with the smell of baking and their quiet laughter.

But before she could say anything, Hongjoong’s expression softened. He walked over, eyeing the cheesecake on the table, then looked at Minseo with a knowing smile.

“We know what baking at these hours means for you.” He said gently, his annoyance fading. “If a cheesecake is what helps you feel better, then we’re in.” Jongho, still half-asleep nodded.

“Yeah, Min. You can’t just leave us out of this.”

Minseo’s heart warmed at their words. She had always felt supported by the members, and even now, when they could have been upset, they were still making an effort to show they cared.

She glanced at Wooyoung, who gave her a small, reassuring smile, his eyes filled with gratitude for the way his bandmates always looked out for her too.

Without another word, Hongjoong grabbed a fork, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside them, slicing himself a piece of cheesecake.

“This is really good." He commented, taking a bite. “Too good not to share. I’m posting this on Instagram.”

Minseo let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as Hongjoong pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of the cheesecake.

“Of course you are.” She said, amusement in her voice.

Meanwhile, Jongho slid into the seat across from her and Wooyoung, already typing something on his phone. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he sent a message to their group chat.

Jongho: Guess what? We’re eating cheesecake, and the rest of you aren’t. Bet you’re jealous 😛😎

San: 😭😭😭😭

Mingi: Not fair! I'm coming in the morning to have cheescake for breakfast 😒

Yeosang: 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻 Not fair...

She laughed at the teasing messages, feeling the warmth of her friends’ affection wrap around her like a blanket.

Wooyoung sat back, watching Minseo’s mood lift with each passing moment. His heart swelled with gratitude as he looked around at Hongjoong and Jongho, the friends who were more like family.

“Thank you." Wooyoung said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced at Hongjoong and Jongho.

Hongjoong just smirked. “You don’t have to thank us. We’ve got her back, just like you do.”

Jongho, still focused on his phone, muttered with a grin, “Yeah, we’re family, right? Besides, it’s not every day we get homemade cheesecake at three in the morning.”

As the four of them sat there together, sharing laughter, inside jokes, and cheesecake, Minseo realized just how lucky she was.

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Broken Bonds-Part 12

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

When you get hurt by Jay innocently saying something he begins to worry about you holding too much in with it being weeks until your delivery. With no other idea he reaches out to Mouse hoping a call would help you

Warnings: the usual (We meet Miss Adeline Halstead in the next part)

You were half asleep when Jay’s light laughter hit your ears. You cracked your eyes open and glared at him “What are you laughing at Halstead?” He was already dressed which considering he had to go home to get clothes for the day that wasn’t really a surprise. You’d been meaning to talk to him about the whole staying the night together after Addy was born, thing. Once she was here and the two of you were adjusted to being parents he wouldn’t feel the need to be at your side. 

You didn’t want to think about your baby not being under the same roof as you every night but from what you’d been told by a few women you knew with kids it may be a welcome breath to stave off guilt of needing alone time if she was staying with her father a few nights a week. Besides, you’d trusted Jay with your life for years. You knew he loved Addy with everything he had and was still yet to meet her. Nothing would happen to her without it happening to him first. You had no doubt in his capabilities to protect your daughter.

He motioned to your stomach with a broad grin “Any time I say anything her entire foot presses against your stomach. I was on the phone with Will and looked over” you glanced down and could trace the outprint of Addy’s entire foot even through the camisole you’d worn to bed “Yeah yeah yeah. Keep rubbing it in that you’re gonna be a daddy’s girl kid. I’m doing all the grunt work to get you here. He had the easy part” He raised an eyebrow and you knew exactly what he was thinking so you snatched a pillow and tossed it at him “You need to go out to Mollys and get laid ya pervert” 

He shook his head “My luck? I’d be with some chic and your water would break” you started to push yourself up and he was at your side, supporting your arms without a word being passed. You glared at him once you had your feet on the floor “You do remember my sister is a firefighter trained to work the ambulance as well, plus my firefighter brother in law. Oh yeah and your doctor brother! All three of which would come running plus I could put a call out for a rig to my address and have half of the precinct here to render aid in a breath” 

He still had his hands on your arms up until you were fully standing and started towards the dresser to find clothes, only then did he let them drop. “I know but it’s been this long. Why not wait a little longer, if I wanna go out after she’s born then I can” You shook your head “Men give me a headache” you found clothes that would be presentable for work then headed to the bathroom adding “And a backache, feet ache, kidneys hurt, hips hurt”

You heard Jay’s laughter before you closed the door along with a muttered “Sorry?” and laughed lightly. The countdown was on for little miss Adeline to make her debut. You just had to maintain your sanity in the meantime. 

By the time you got out of the bathroom Jay was waiting in the living room with your jacket,phone and bag next to him where he was propped up on the arm of the couch.  “I can drive myself Jay” you reminded him and he shrugged “But can you? Because the last time I checked you were having a hard time fitting behind the wheel and that was like a week ago and I’m fairly certain she’s gotten bigger since then”

“JAY HALSTEAD!” you gasped and his eyes widened “What?” “As if I wasn’t feeling horrible enough, what with my hips aching, my back hurting, feet swollen..now the father of my child just told me I am too damn big to fit in my fucking jeep?” you weren’t sure why it was bothering you so much, you knew deep down he hadn’t meant it like that but it was like all of your emotions were just on the edge of your skin waiting to boil over. 

He practically jumped up off the couch, hands wide in front of him like when he was trying to talk someone down in the field “I did not say anything like that sweetheart. I said our daughter had gotten bigger, that was all. For her safety and for yours I think it’s best for me to drive you, that is all. I can get Stel to come drive you or-or Kev but I didn't mean to hurt your feelings here”  that made you feel horrible, him apologizing. You nodded weakly “I know Jay, fuck I know..I’m sorry..just please forget it”

He stared at you for a minute then took a step closer “Are you ok Y/N? Dr Asher did say the closer the due date got the worse the hormones would get and we’re like three to five weeks here” You shook your head “Jay, please I’m fine. I don’t need you worrying about me any worse than you already do” if anything you would be grateful when her due date finally got here for the simple fact all of his worry could shift to her.

He shook his head before finally covering the rest of the distance to slip his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest. “Hey, you’re dealing with a lot of crap pumping through your system. It’s ok for it to make you a little nutty, I caused it so I can handle it”  you laughed lightly “You’re a damn good man Jay” he pulled back far enough to shoot you a grin “Glad you think so at least. Makes me look good to my baby girl if her mama at least likes me” 

You shoved his chest with a full laugh that time “Oh you asshole. Don’t act like I haven’t laid my life on the line for yours half a dozen times” He grinned and let a hand come to rest on your stomach “And I’ve done the same for you and look what keeping each other alive got us” “Well that and some bourbon but she doesn’t need to know that part” you added with a smirk which caused his grin to deeper “Not till she’s at least twenty”

You pulled away from him and reached for your jacket “Ok, one pregnancy meltdown later. You still need to run by your place for fresh clothes so lets get a move on”  “Yes ma’am”

After that morning Jay made sure to keep Adam away from you, enlisting Hailey’s help considering she’d taken it upon herself to some days even back him down if you asked it of her. While Adam would never purposely say anything to hurt your feelings he had a habit of speaking before thinking and he really didn’t want to walk around the corner to you launching a coffee mug at his head.

Kevin was keeping close to you like always, even though he’d pretty much gotten the hang of everything you knew. Platt had cut your hours down to half days to prepare you for maternity leave because she knew if you went from sixty to zero it would drive you insane. Stella was off so she was picking you up to spend the rest of the day together as soon as your hours hit. Jay was glad of that. He was worried that everything going on inside of your head was going to pile up a little too much. 

He’d read up on postpartum depression at Dr Asher and Dr Charles’ suggestions. After everything you’d dealt with on the job that was a worry because you were used to a constant and for at least a little while after having her you’d be forced to let your body heal and take it slow building yourself back up when it came to everything from boxing to getting back to work. He refused to miss any signs and leave you struggling alone.

He was going over a few reports he had to finish up, left hand fiddling with the st michael pendant around his neck as he worked.He hadn’t talked to Mouse again but he had hoped he’d call. You were close enough now that if you wanted to talk to him it shouldn’t stress your body and he knew you did. Every time he mentioned him he could see it in your eyes, not to mention that you had photos of you and Mouse in your place now even though he’d never even stepped foot in it.

You had photos of the rest of your family of course, Stella and Kelly’s wedding, some of community days where you volunteered with Kevin, there were even a few of himself, Adam, Kim and Hailey. You even still had a photo of Erin, Al and Nadia. You loved fiercely, whether platonically or romantically. If you loved someone you loved them.

He let out a huff of air and Hailey cut her eyes up “What’s wrong Jay?” he shook his head “I hate doing reports” she laughed lightly “No one likes doing reports, that’s why they always pile up. You seem like something else is on your mind besides work” he shrugged, scrubbing a hand across his face “I’m worried about her Hailey” she raised an eyebrow and he knew he was skating on thin ice.

“I’m not going to go annoy her so settle down ya little guard dog” she grinned victoriously at him before saying “What are you worried about?” he shrugged “Closer the due date gets it’s like the more on edge she gets. I asked Dr Asher and she says it’s normal nerves but I just don’t want her to try to handle too much herself and it end up being too much” 

“I trust her to let someone know if anything gets to be too much, if not for herself she would for Adeline. Jay, she loves your little girl and if she thinks it’s something that would affect her she’d let you help shoulder it. Maybe it’s just something she needs to deal with herself and if and when she needs to tag in help she will” he nodded slowly because he knew Hailey was right. If you had the slightest inclination anything could possibly affect Addy you’d tell him.

“Maybe I’m just more on edge the closer it gets?” he mused and she laughed lightly “Maybe?” he cut his eyes up at her and she grinned before pointing to her own computer “So many reports to do, better get back to work”

Jay shook his head at her but decided to attempt at emailing Mouse: If you get a chance and still want to talk to Y/N it should be close enough now that it shouldn’t stress her body any. She wants to talk to you man, she hasn’t said it but I can see it. 

Hope you’re safe, Jay

After that he went back to work. Stella would be there within the hour to pick you up so he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about you the rest of the day.

You were in the tech room with Kevin, watching as he went through the programs you’d taught him. “They grow up so fast” you teased and he looked over his shoulder at you with a grin “Yeah yeah yeah” 

Addy was kicking so hard your stomach looked like it had waves going on. She was quickly running out of room so it seemed. You heard someone whistling and grinned before Stella’s head popped into the room “Pregnant sister taxi service?” You laughed holding your hand up slightly “Yes ma’am that would be me that called”

She walked over to you and offered a hand up, which you took before grabbing your things. Kevin watched you carefully before cutting his eyes at your stomach. You nodded so he tapped his first two fingers against it “Be good Ads. Stay cookin for a little longer and we’ll see you soon”

You laughed lightly “Love ya Kev. See you later” “See ya later Kidd. Love ya” Stella winked at him “Guard duty is over Atwater, I’ll sign her back over to you tomorrow”

You followed Stella outside and she stopped just shy of her jeep “Should we tell Jay?” you shook your head “I’ll just text him. I am not walking back in there just for him to feel the need to walk us back out” “Good point” she laughed. 

After you were in her jeep and buckled up you shot Jay a text that read Rollin out with Stel before she got out of the parking lot he’d text back Copy that. Call if I’m needed you shook your head at the text and Stella cut her eyes at you “Something wrong?” “No, I’ll just be glad when she’s born so Jay won’t feel the need to worry about me” you explained and she scoffed “Oh honey, you think he’ll worry less about you?” 

“Yeah? I won’t be carrying the precious cargo anymore” you reasoned and she shook her head “You’ve been his partner for years, you’re one of his best friends, the mother of his child, kinda his other half..” at your look she added “I don’t mean that weird I mean that you two have been like this ride or die thing. Always stressing me and Voight from your self sacrificing hero complexes. He’s still gonna worry because then he has to face the most important person to him and explain why he didn’t protect one of the most important people to her”

“Oh” you breathed and she nodded “Yeah, oh. Think of it honey. How would you feel if something happened to him?” you cut your eyes at her and she waved a hand around the jeep “My point! Now, have you talked to Mouse? Do I still like him? I wanna still like him but if you don’t want me to I won’t”  you laughed at her facial expressions alone before saying “No, Jay talked to him about a week or so ago now”

She cut her eyes from the road to look at you before turning them back to the road “And?” you blinked a few times to prevent any tears from threatening to spill “I overheard him telling Jay that he wished he could move on from me and find someone new, that he’d tried” her eyes widened “Are you ok?” you nodded, wiping at tears that had managed to spill “He couldn’t. He told Jay that no matter where he was or who he was talking to he couldn’t stop thinking of me, that he still loves me”

She reached over and squeezed your hand “He told me three years ago he’d love you until his last breath, guess he really did mean it” you nodded, more tears spilling “I don’t deserve it Stel. I don’t deserve Jay either. The man won’t date. I know for a fact he hasn’t had sex since Addy was conceived because I bluntly asked him one night. How the fuck am I worth one man putting his life on hold to take care of me while I’m pregnant even if our interactions are pretty much platonic and another man being in the middle of a war zone and finding out I got pregnant by his best friend and telling me he loves me before the end of the zoom call?”

She pulled over and parked the jeep before turning to face you, pulling you into her arm as much as she could without your stomach brushing against the console “Why is this settling on you now?” you ran a hand over your stomach “I don’t know what type of mom I can be when I’m doubting what type of woman I am” 

Her face hardened slightly as she took both of your hands in one of hers, the other cupping your chin to make you look at her  “You are a woman who has seen horrible things and still chooses to fight for what she knows is right. You are a woman who has stepped in front of a loaded gun to protect an innocent person more than once. You are a woman who would go to literal war for a stranger and walk through hell itself for someone you love because when you love you love wholeheartedly and so damn fiercely. Now as for Jay Halstead and Greg Gerwitz? Jay sees that while the circumstance was less than ideal that he got his friend pregnant and he acknowledged that the best way to handle this for his and your own mental health was together. I for one am glad he has stepped up like he has. I know that no matter where life takes you and him, he will always be in your corner and willing to protect you and my niece.  As for Greg? That man worshiped the ground you walked on from the moment he laid eyes on you, I truly believe that. I met him, what a couple days after he came to work with the unit? He was already looking at you like you hung the damn moon itself. He didn’t try to date you, he set out to be your friend and that was what made me like him. I saw him at Mollys a time or two while you were talking to a different guy and the poor guy would break my heart looking at him but the moment your attention would land on him you’d never be able to tell anything was wrong. When you gave him a chance he looked like someone offered him everything, he drug himself back from addiction and PTSD but you baby girl, you breathed life back into him. I guess my damn point is you, my amazing little sister are a fucking wonder woman and will be an amazing mother”

If you weren’t crying before you were nearly sobbing by the time she was through. “Thank you Stel” you whispered as she pulled you over for a hug “Anytime you need a pep talk. You know where to find me” she touched your ring on your right hand then her own “I’m always gonna be right there for you”

“Can we have lunch now?” you asked and she laughed “Of course” before running a hand over your stomach where the outline of Addy’s foot was showing “Let me find my girls some food”

“Look at it! It’s so cute!” Stella was currently gushing over a stack of onesies her and Kelly had brought for Adeline. They were all varying degrees of firefighter. Some had dalmatians and fire trucks. Some had that her aunt was her favorite firefighter, some her uncle. You picked up one that said “Little Hero” with a fire truck and firefighter uniform and raised your eyebrows “Both of her parents are detectives”  she snatched the onesie back and continued folding the stack before teasing “Someone has to give her some taste, might as well be me”

You shook your head but laughed. The fact that between the unit, Stella and Kelly, and Will they were fully having a competition to see which branch was better represented for Addy.  You found it unbelievably adorable. The two of you had gone to lunch, checked out a few stores and Kelly dropped off dinner on his way home from work.

You poked at the food in front of you as she asked “Is Jay staying with you tonight or at home?” you shrugged “I don’t know. He needed to do laundry, which really was just folding and putting clothes away but still” “Do you want him to?” she asked and you cut your eyes at her “What do you mean?” she shrugged “Have you gotten used to him being here?”  “A little” you answered honestly and she nodded “What are you gonna do after Addy is born? And after Addy is six months old?”

You shrugged “I don’t know. After she’s born we can have a schedule of where she’s staying so neither of us has to go long without being under the same roof as her” “And when she’s six months?” Stella asked and you opened your mouth to answer about the time your phone rang. 

She leaned up and grabbed it off the table to hand it to you. You expected Jay, maybe Kevin but you honestly didn’t recognize the number. You showed her then answered with a tense “Hello?” There was a moment of static then that achingly familiar voice “Hey sweetheart, I hear you want to talk to me” you covered your mouth to hide the little squeak of surprise and her eyes widened as she mouthed “who is it?”

You shook your head and took a deep breath before saying “I honestly thought I wouldn’t hear from you again until you were stateside” he took a staggered breath and you knew he was bracing himself, he was trying to hold his emotions “I didn’t want to risk putting any stress on you. Jay said you were far enough” you blinked back tears “Yeah, I’m getting near the end”

He laughed lightly “Bet she’s gonna be beautiful, look at her mother” Stella had figured out who it was and moved to wrap her arms around you. “I just hope she’s smarter, ya know” you spoke weakly and heard him inhale sharply before he said your name lightly “Yeah Greg?” you asked and he took a few deep breaths “You are smart, I heard you pulled my move on an agent a while back” you laughed at the memory “Yeah, he was doubting me being there, Took me a little longer than you though but still took under fifteen seconds” “That’s my girl” his voice was low, barely above a whisper but those words coming from him? They made your heart ache.

You both started to talk at the same time so he laughed “Ladies first sweetheart” you scrubbed a hand down your face “I’m sorry for everything that’s caused you pain. You have to believe me nor Jay would ever hurt you. I love my baby girl Greg. She’s already so damn strong. I regret actions that hurt you but I can’t regret her” “Baby, I wouldn’t want you to” his voice was so soft you nearly started crying.

“Are you safe, for now?” you asked and could practically see the smile in his voice “Yeah, I am” you laughed weakly “Dumb question I know. Am I going to get to see you before you head to Glynco or are you going straight?” “I’d like to see you when I get stateside, if that’s ok. Hell I’d like to see everyone” Stella gave you an encouraging nod “I’d love that” you replied and he was quiet for a moment, long enough you thought he’d either hung up or lost connection until he said “I have never stopped loving you. When I left, when you told me you slept with Jay, when you told me about Adeline. My heart has never stopped being yours. I’m not asking for another chance right away, I just want you to know that you are loved by me and you will be loved by me until my heart stops beating. I still have love for Jay too and I know Addy will be the best of you both. He is gonna be an amazing father and you are gonna be an amazing mother. She is a lucky little girl”

“Thank you. I still love you too” you barely managed to get out. He took another deep breath and you knew that was him struggling to hold back emotions as much as you were “Will you tell me that, just one more time?” he asked so you smiled, wiping tears “I still love you Greg” he chuckled lightly “That’s my girl. I gotta go, I’ll try to keep in touch more. I hope when time comes labor is nice and smooth, remember if it becomes too painful feel free to break Jay’s hand” 

You laughed and the two of you told each other goodbye before hanging up. Once she knew you were off the line Stella eyed you for a moment “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can’t read your face for once” you scrubbed a hand down your face “I fucking miss him but I have an entirely different life that’s just gonna get harder. I want to believe by some chance…how could it work Stel?” she tugged you into her arms “We eat the elephant bite by bite babe. Remember that. We face it a little at a time. No matter what you won’t be alone and Adeline will have me”

You had fallen asleep across the couch after Stella headed home so when a knock at the door made you finch out of your sleep you were on high alert, or was until you looked at the most recent missed calls on your phone. Jay.

You walked over and unlocked the door and Jay stood there with arms crossed “I wasn’t gonna come over tonight. I was gonna give you room, do laundry but you didn’t answer! Stella told me when she left and I tried to call, then I tried again and again” You knew he was holding back, trying to respect when you’d asked for breathing room so you grabbed his arms and pulled him closer.

He wrapped both arms around you, leaning his chin on your head. “I got so damn scared something happened. Don’t ever do that again” he ordered despite the way his voice broke a little. “I’m sorry Jay” you replied and he just held you tighter. “It’s ok sweetheart. It’s ok” you laid your head over on his chest and heard how erratic his heart was beating. 

After a moment he pulled back and smiled slightly “Did Mouse call you?” you nodded with a grin “He did” his smile grew “Feel a little better after talking to him?” you nodded “I do actually, thank you” he nodded “Of course” 

“I’m scared of fucking her up Jay” you admitted and he laughed “So am I but we got each other to call us out to ensure we dont fuck her up” You smiled “Ride or die partners?” he grinned “For life sweetheart” and ran a hand over your stomach “Definitely on that for life part now.” you shook your head and felt her hand hitting your stomach under Jay’s hand. “Definitely for life” you repeated, running your hand over your stomach as well. 

@desimarie12 @waywardhunter95

You knew Jay meant it when he said for life, Adeline made it so but could Mouse face everything and still mean it? Could he still want you, still love you as much as you loved him? That wasn’t a worry for now. You and Jay had a baby to prepare for.

Part 13

@allisonargent144

[popka310]

Endlessly Yours

Pairing — nishimura riki x fem!reader

Synopsis — Nishimura Niki, the quiet kid, harbors a dangerous obsession with you. What begins as a simple crush quickly spirals into a suffocating need to control every aspect of your life.

Genre — Psychological Thriller, romantic suspense, yandere, drama, dark romance, obsessive love.

Word count — 642 (this is only the first part)

CONTENT WARNING(S) — Obsessive behavior, manipulation, possessiveness, emotional abuse, stalking, mental manipulation, psychological distress, threatening behavior. (Prob missed some so…)

FIRST PART — A Love Too Deep

The school bell rang, signaling the end of another long day. It was a typical afternoon, filled with the usual chatter and the rustle of students gathering their things to leave. You packed your bag, the sounds of lockers slamming and feet shuffling filling the hallway. There was a sense of relief in the air—people were eager to get home, to relax, to unwind from the chaos of school.

But for you, the end of the school day meant something different.

Niki was always there, waiting for you.

At first, it had been a coincidence. You’d seen him a few times after class, in the same spot near the school gates, as if by chance. You hadn’t thought much of it. But then the encounters began to feel a little too regular, a little too planned. He always seemed to be in the same place, right when you walked out of the school building. Always with that easy smile, the one that made you feel both welcomed and strangely trapped at the same time.

You’d tried to brush it off, to tell yourself it was just a coincidence. After all, you didn’t really know him. Sure, you’d exchanged a few words in the halls or in class, but nothing beyond that. He was a quiet, unassuming presence in your life. Yet, as the weeks went on, his presence became more unavoidable.

Today was no different. As you stepped out into the school courtyard, you saw him standing there, leaning against a pillar, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. The moment he spotted you, his expression softened, and his lips curved into a smile that, while friendly, always seemed to have an undertone that left you feeling uneasy.

“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth, like it always was. “How was class today?”

You stopped in your tracks, a little caught off guard. “Uh, it was fine,” you said, trying to sound normal. “Nothing special.”

He pushed off from the pillar and took a step closer, the same easy smile still on his face. “That’s good. I was wondering if you’d be done soon. I had a feeling I’d catch you here.”

You blinked. “You knew I’d be here?”

He nodded, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Of course. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. It wasn’t an invitation—it was a certainty. A quiet, calm certainty that left you with a feeling of dread.

“Uh, well, I’m heading home,” you said quickly, taking a step back. “So, I’ll see you around.”

But he didn’t move. His eyes followed you as you started to walk away, and for a moment, you could feel his gaze heavy on the back of your neck. When you glanced over your shoulder, he was still standing there, watching you. There was something in his eyes—something that made you pause, something you couldn’t name.

“Are you sure?” he called after you, his voice light, but there was an edge to it now, a subtle insistence. “I was hoping we could walk together. I don’t mind taking the long way home.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to be rude, but you weren’t sure you were ready to spend any more time with him. You barely knew him. Yet, something in his tone made you reluctant to say no.

“I’m really fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “Maybe some other time.”

Niki didn’t seem upset. In fact, his smile only deepened, though there was something almost too knowing about it now, something unsettling that made your skin crawl.

“Alright,” he said, nodding. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll be waiting for you.”

You didn’t say anything else. You turned quickly and walked away, your mind racing with questions, with that strange, nagging feeling that something wasn’t right.

[auspicioustidings]

Chapter 1. Amendment 4-O

Masterlist (inc Content Warnings)

November

Charu Hale had already been serving when Amendment 4-O made headlines and the debate around the country had been overshadowed by the fact she was pretty busy trying to save the fucking world.

Not officially in close combat of course, she wasn’t allowed to do that then, but despite the word medic on her file she did a lot more than patch fellow soldiers up.

Sure omegas weren’t allowed to serve in close combat, but on a technicality she certainly had been. Combat medic was still classed as a support role despite the fact that she was almost always up close and personal with people shooting at her and she was almost always shooting back.

But still, her mother had sacrificed a lot to be special forces and that was the dream on signing up. And with Amendment 4-O, the right of omegas to serve in any capacity in the UK military would finally be afforded to her. She honestly hadn’t thought it would make it to law, the whole country had been in bitter argument over the whole thing and the majority of politicians voting on it were alphas. At that point, there were only around 30% betas and a measly 6 omegas sitting in parliament.

She remembered the day it was announced it had passed. She had been in hospital for a checkup on the burned scent gland on the right side of her neck that had her on medical leave. It was a heinous thing to mess with anyone’s scent glands, but especially an omegas given their social value to society. What better way to torture someone than use their own designation against them?

She hadn’t been held for very long thankfully. Only one gland burned since her captors had wanted to leave the other side of her neck and her wrists working to see exactly what she smelled like when the scent blockers and suppressants wore off. She wasn’t stupid, she knew as soon as it started to come out of her system they would be eagerly awaiting her heat. Did they want her to be ashamed of how she would lose control? When alphas treated their own loss of control during ruts like it was God’s fucking gift to prove how dominant they were? Not a damn chance. She had been fully prepared to go through a heat with them and not break over it.

Her CO was eager to discharge her entirely. After all what would have happened had she went into heat and they had claimed her? It would tie her to them permanently while any of them lived. They’d be able to feel her through the bond, know exactly what her emotions were doing when they interrogated her.

Funny how that CO never mentioned that the reverse would have worked. She’d have been able to feel them too. Not only that, but they’d have to fight their instincts to protect her constantly if they wanted to torture info from her. Unless of course they didn’t let her complete the bond. It was an disgusting thing to bite someone and not let them bite back. The bite wouldn’t ever settle, would stay painful and swollen and get worse and worse the longer it went. It would need to be on a scent gland because that was the only way to get a forced bite to take.

If that had happened to her she’d at least know she’d probably only have a year or two before she went totally mad to the extent she barely understood what was happening to her anymore.

Even so, alphas were hard wired to protect omegas so it would be difficult for any alpha to do that to someone. It was incredibly fucking stupid that her designation was the one seen as a vulnerability when plenty of alpha soldiers had been undone by a pretty omega perfume.

Betas had always been allowed on front lines too despite not having as good a nose. How was that fair? Charu could get the emotional temperature of someone from one sniff and it had saved lives because she knew whether negotiating was going to work or if she had to take the shot. She knew if someone was nervous or if they were hiding something. Even if they were on scent blockers, omegas were the best of the bunch at reading pheromones absent of scent, so she was the one that was the best bet for reading enemies.

Most people in the military were on scent blockers. Strong ones. Sure they wanted to hide their own scents, but for a lot of them it was to do with their packs. Any bite would carry the scent of the person who left it and while bite scents could be suppressed by the person wearing them fairly easy, it was hard to keep them suppressed under stress. The last thing any solider wanted was to give their enemies the exact scent of their pack mates. Not an issue for her given she didn’t have a pack.

She remembered sitting in that hospital room off of scent blockers with the beta doctor looking at her scent gland like it was the most hideous disfigurement he had ever seen. It didn’t affect her scent that much, all of her others were still in order. She remembered how the omega nurse had asked her in a whisper if she had seen the news. She remembered how it felt to know that she were going to follow in her mother’s footsteps despite her wishes when she had been alive and be special forces because now they couldn’t fucking stop her.

She’d have never gotten to trials had it not been for the help of omegas along the way. Omegas who pushed through paperwork, ignored pressure from higher ups to slow things down, went against every alpha medical professional who tried to discharge her as medically unfit for whatever reason they could find and testified on her behalf that she was fully fit to take part.

At some point it became its own pressure. She didn’t want to be to be the first omega in the special forces, she didn’t want to be a trailblazer or someone to look up to, but it’s what was happening as a consequence of wanting to be special forces regardless of her designation. With all that expectation on her, failure wasn’t really an option. Quitting wasn’t an option.

Even if a certain pack made it their mission to get her to give in.

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January

John Price didn’t much care what a bunch of soft bickering politicians said, omegas did not belong on the front lines. It was a basic fact of biology, the stress alone would kill them, the alpha instinct to protect them would kill their team mates and if by some miracle neither of those things happened and they got captured? It made him feel violently ill. He knew what evil men did to omegas. He’d seen it once. He hadn’t known him but it was to torture him, to have him watch this poor omega be broken apart using every single part of his designation against him. He still had nightmares.

He thought he had saved him. He got them both out. At that time Ghost was pack and the two of them tried so hard to help him. It wasn’t enough, he was already too far gone. It was Ghost who found his body.

They would not stand for putting an omega in harms way, not when they knew what that meant. He’d argued against the proposed fitness standards, saying if omegas wanted to be SAS then they should be able to prove the same physical fitness as any other designation. That was shot down considering the standards were different between alphas and betas because at the end of the day an alpha was going to have a significant natural strength advantage.

He at least had them set as hard for omegas. If he was being honest with himself harder than it would be for alphas if you boiled it down to what was considered hard for each designation, but he was willing to play dirty to do what ultimately amounted to the right thing. If none of them ever passed the standards, none of them would ever get put into situations not compatible with their biology.

It was frustrating because he knew both him and Ghost probably sounded like alpha elitists of the highest order, but that wasn’t it. He desperately wanted to find their pack omega. He wanted to give them the whole world and keep them safe. He wanted an equal partnership that acknowledged their designations but didn’t hinge their whole relationship on them.

That became even more true with the addition of Gaz and Soap to their pack. Soap wasn’t a traditional alpha, half the time he acted like an omega. Gaz had none of the hot headedness that came with most alphas, instead acting more like a pack beta with how he calmed situations down and made sure they were all looked after. A traditionalist omega would hate them, would never accept alphas who didn’t dominate their way through the world like him and Ghost tended to do.

But he just knew there was an omega out there that would be the perfect fit. Not totally submissive, just enough to soothe their alphas while still standing up to them when the occasion called for it. Happy to accept that Gaz would be their partner in handling the maintenance of pack bonds when that was traditionally down to the omega only. And someone who didn’t take offence to Soap wanting a say in the nest, because they all knew he’d be heartbroken if he didn’t.

The biggest hurdle would be asking an omega to be part of a pack made up of all special forces alphas. They would be gone so much of the time with no guarantee of when or even if they’d return. Him and Ghost had spoken about it at length, considered if it would be time for one or both of them to retire if they did find their omega. But the idea of not having their younger pack members backs was terrifying.

Maybe they just weren’t meant to have an omega. Wouldn’t be fair to put them through being packed with the 141, perfect match or not. He was willing to have his pack always be missing something if it meant sparing an omega the pain and grief of being with them.

He did not hate omegas. He did not see them as less than. But they did not bloody well belong on the front lines.

And yet here he was trying not to march straight into the new batch of recruits and drag the omega out of there by the scruff. He should have known as soon as it went into law that there would be a reckless omega trying to prove something. She was a sturdy thing for sure, short but stocky. Sort of reminded him of Soap and he quickly dismissed the wondering about if she perhaps did the same as his boy when on leave, let herself get a little softer around the edges so whoever was waiting for her back home would have something to really sink their fingers into.

He’d checked her record. Charu Hale, 24 years old, presented as an omega at 16. Presentations varied, but 16 was considered young. Her height was noted at a diminutive 5 foot 4 inches, but he couldn’t help but think she looked even shorter in person. She signed up at 17 and he had been growling reading her record since then. It was cruel. Her COs had been so consistently cruel. It was in how they wrote about her, the assignments she got given. It made him feel uncomfortable because he knew he was gearing up to be much the same to get her the fuck out of here.

Not much family noted, but he could take a guess at why. Alpha mother and beta father. Female alphas were already somewhat of an anomaly, but for them to do anything but pack with male alphas and an omega was frowned upon. He thought it was bullshit, traditional pack dynamics being forced on anyone was heinous. But it didn’t change the fact that there was a non-zero chance their relationship had found them cut off from their families. Even more a social sin their pack had taken the beta’s name rather than the alpha’s.

The father was a civilian, but the mother had a record. Special fucking forces. He wasn’t proud of the digging he did to pour over the service record of Hasina Devi (looked like it changed to Hale about 6 years in, he wondered how they met), to figure out the journey she took from India to apply for the British army (Commonwealth citizens were given eligibility, but he couldn’t imagine it was made easy for her) and the way she gave seniors no choice but to accept her to the SAS with her frankly incredible test results. She only ever made it to Sergeant.

He tried to make sense of it. This wasn’t the record of someone who was a Sergeant. Some of the ops she went on? It was ridiculous he had never heard of her. They’d scrubbed her from their history. Let her record sit gathering dust in a drawer rather than admit that a female alpha had been one of their best.

Look, he got it. He got why her daughter would want to follow in her footsteps, legacy was a powerful thing. But Hale was not her alpha mother. She was an omega.

Ghost would probably do something that would get him discharged to get her to quit, Gaz would try convince him to let her give it a shot and Soap… he had to get her out of here before Soap ever set eyes on her. Out of the pack he was the one that felt strongest about them missing a pack mate, one he hoped was an omega. Plus he’d always insisted that their omega wouldn’t just give them an easy time, that he knew deep down whoever their mate was would keep them on their toes. Putting an omega soldier who was stubbornly trying to qualify for the SAS despite everything in front of Soap was practically MacTavish bait.

He needed to do this himself and quickly. He didn’t relish the idea of her failing, he knew it would probably cause her distress, but it was better she went through this now than died and got everyone in her team killed down the line.

“Move Corporal.”

“Sir?”

Price just raised an eyebrow at the Corporal sitting in position to be ‘rescued’ which got her on her feet, saluting and accepting the dismissal. If some little omega wanted to prove she could rescue a downed comrade, it would be all 6 feet of him. And when she couldn’t because realistically he was a big alpha and she’d have to get him a fair distance under time pressure, well good on her for trying out but back to supporting roles.

He watched as she set her jaw and marched up to the starting line. Hm. He had expected her to throw a tantrum if he was honest, he was very much twisting the rules and she could probably get him into trouble over it. He respected that she didn’t. If it weren’t for those omega pheromones giving away her biology, he’d probably have bet on her making it to the end just from how she held herself when a Captain was clearly out to get her.

As she came running over he found himself pissed off all over again. He shouldn’t be surprised by this point that cushy desk job wankers never thought anything through, but Christ on a bike hadn’t they already figured out that people with different biology needed different kit? They’d given her what he’d guess was for a beta woman, a designation/gender match that was fairly uncommon in the special forces. But omegas carried more weight in their hips and legs, less on their shoulders and back.

To even qualify to try out she’d had to have been serving for at least a few years. Had she been running around in ill-fitting kit that entire time? The weight distribution was all fucking wrong. This bloody military was going to cause omegas permanent damage. Did he think omegas should be in roles that required this kind of kit? No. But that didn’t change the fact that they were in those roles and should be made safe doing them if the government insisted on letting them.

He might be able to stop her from getting into special forces, but she’d go right back to being a combat medic once she’d failed out of the SAS trials. He made a mental note to call Kate and see what pressure she could put on from her end to get the kit looked at. The Americans did have omegas in the special forces so they must have proper kit sorted out.

“Hey! Sitrep sitrep!”

She’d not fallen into any of the traps so far, checking the area and spotting the mock landmines that would have failed her had she missed them in the rush to get to him. He was being extra awful because the victim here was supposed to be in shock but able to move, although he was wondering why she switched out to her handgun and trained it on him when he was supposed to be getting saved. He was playing an unconscious dead weight even as he stared at her. Charu Hale had pretty green eyes and he watched as something dangerous flashed in them.

“I have a man down here” she said after tapping her mic on, checking him for any identifying marks but finding none since he wasn’t geared up, just combat trousers and a compression shirt. “No ID, we missing any friendlies?”

Smart arse. She’d been briefed on finding a woman a half foot shorter than him with glaringly different physical features. He was almost annoyed he hadn’t considered the right thing for her to do was actually to check in instead of going straight for a rescue. Explained the gun still trained on him.

There was a flash of disappointment on her face as she listened to whatever was going on in her ear. The instructor was content to give her a hard time too then, probably saying to retrieve him even though it was clear he was making the test impossible. He hated it, he really hated it, but it was a necessary evil.

“Ok Captain Price, you’re coming with me.”

Well fuck him, he couldn’t help but admire the stubborn determination. Maybe when all was said and done he’d check in when she was on leave just to figure out her scent. On duty everyone was taking military grade scent blockers so he had no clue what she smelled like, but he was curious.

The growl that ripped from him was involuntary. She’d jammed her fingers under his bite collar, same as hers to cover scent glands, and pressed on one of his. Hard. His cock jolted and he grabbed her arm, only freezing when the muzzle of her gun pressed right between his eyes.

“Morning Captain, now that it seems you’re no longer unconscious, why don’t you let me help you to the safe zone. Orders from up top.”

He wanted to shred her to pieces with his damn teeth. His alpha instincts wanted him to rip her bite collar off and sink those teeth right into that pretty throat while he sunk his cock into that sweet omega cunt. Fuck. It had been a while since an alpha urge had hit him quite that hard. But then it’d been a while since he had been this close to an omega.

Thoroughly furious but unable to do anything about it without humiliating himself he let her help him up and to the safe zone, in silence and with a petty amount of his weight on her.

It wasn’t lost on him that as he stormed off his cock was still straining against his pants. Charu Hale huh? She was going to be a massive fucking problem.

[baji-sideblog]

Fairytale Yans

A warlock’s beginning

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Argon Velver was an esteemed warlock known for his innovations in spell crafting and being the founder of transfiguration magic. When his spouse gave birth to their first son Argon knew he wanted him to live up to his legacy to surpass it even. For him he knew the support of his childhood love turned spouse Mercury helped a lot with his journey.

So he decided to give his son a love of his own to help him blossom into a powerful warlock. Casting a spell he looked at his son’s soul to figure out who may be fit for him. After hours of searching he found you a recently born child around his son’s age from a humble family. Argon judged you’d be a good fit for his son a perfect one even.

He knocked on your parents’ door introducing himself and made them a proposition. To let them bound you to his son Mangus so their paths always cross and in exchange he’ll pay them handsomely in gold. Your parents were luckily for him weak to the offer a well respected rich warlock asking to just have their child basically be friends with his. It was too good to pass up especially since with the money they could take care of the family for a long time without worry.

Plus not like he could link you and Mangus as soulmates for magic that strong was out of all warlocks, witches, and wizards’ abilities. To them they figured you still had a way out if the two of you didn’t get along.

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Months later after they took the deal Argon and Mercury appeared at their door holding baby Magnus so he could meet baby you. Magnus instantly clicked and cling to you while you just didn’t do much being a baby.

As the two of you grew up and meet up occasionally you didn’t really care for Mangus his hot temper and bratty personality was not fun to deal with. Especially when you were trying to make friends since Mangus didn’t allow it at all. He showed off his magic to you trying to impress you. He even started learning advanced magic at a young age to get your attention since his usual spells and tricks weren’t working.

No matter what he tried as the years went on you never seem to look his way it hurt him a lot. He became so strong just to get your attention, but quick strength has its downsides. Because of how strong he got so fast out of desperation to impress you he had to get hundreds of tattoos of spell symbols and words into his skin to help control his magic. Since Magnus being a still young warlock at the age of 22 his magic was still very liable to act out due to his emotions.

One day when you two met up in private he started to lash out a bit in anger asking you, begging you to look his way to notice the effort he put in for you. But when you retort how you didn’t like him and how he butted his way into your life kicking out your friends and anyone you reached out to making you lonely. Mangus snapped out of anger and pain blanking out. When he gained back his awareness he realized what he had done, he had cursed you to turn into a swan whenever the sun was up.

At first he was shocked at what he did, but once he calmed down he didn’t feel bad at all. To him it felt like you deserved it for constantly ignoring him. Mangus made things very clear to you as you stood in your swan form for the first time.

“This is what happens when you defy me. Now birdie if you want me to undo the curse you’ll have to marry me if you refuse well I’ll just make you a swan permanently. And I’ll keep you locked up in a little cage alone forever. So be good and make the right choice, I’m tired of being nice to an ungrateful brat.”

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[theartofwoompwoomp]

Please can you write maybe a small comfort fic for Jazz? I LOVED your headcanons for him!! He would be so fun to be with

I’m glad you liked it, he definitely deserves more love <3

Only the best for you

Jazz x reader

Summary : Jazz always seems to surprise you.

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You know he’s been planning this for awhile now. Always being so secretive, well, at least he thought so, you caught him various times muttering and giggling softly as he wrote in his datapad.

And whenever you asked him he’d always hit you with, “sorry darling, can’t let myself ruin the surprise,” then would winked at ya and give you a small kiss on the forehead. 

It was endearing to see how excited he was for whatever he had in mind.

Though, you definitely weren’t expecting to wake up one morning seeing him massed shifted into a pink apron, that was a bit too tight, as he finished making your favorite breakfast. 

“Oh Darling !” He turned the stove off, “Guess who got their own personal chef for the whole day~” he came closer, wanting to close the distance between you. See what expression you were making.

To say you were flabbergasted was the least. Your eyes were wide open, trying to focus on him and not totally on his looks, as you stammered a bit to respond. “Jazz my love, you made- did all of this?” 

The softness of your voice warmed his spark. His own emotions needing to be displayed, he warps his arms around you and places his helm at the side of your neck. Successfully capturing you. “Why of course,” his breath makes contact with your skin, almost making you shiver, “you, my love, deserve the best.”

He lifts his head, staring right at you. Inspecting every feature with adoration. You’re also looking back, not wanting him to let go.

Ugh, why are you soo freaking adorable. Cupping your face peppering you with kisses, first your nose, then your cheeks. You raise your hands acting as if trying to block his love.

But he’s not having none of that. 

You deserve all his love, and grabs your arms also spreading them with kisses.

The whole thing has the both of you laughing, “Jazz, what the hell are you doing?” Your tone cheery and still oh so ever barely holding back your snickers. 

He raises himself a bit as he leans back down, but this time stops right in front of your face. He smile wide and proud at making you happy.

“What, you don’t like my love?” 

Oh god, and to think this was only the beginning of his planned day. 

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masterlist

Thanks for the request, i think we all needed a bit of jazz love today lol

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie: he’s crying, what do we do?

Beakley: go comfort him

Scrooge: how do we do that?

Beakley: maybe start with a hug

Goldie: a what??