#i can just imagine him bursting into the kitchen complaining

[saetoru]

it really only took mrs gojo 9 minutes of her son annoying her before she called for help😂😭

my girl is over him she wants home out already 😭😭😭

[starlvcied]

THINGS THEY DO THAT YOU FIND CUTE (CLASS 1-A) - [PT. 1]

characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu

g/n reader, no warnings.

✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.

✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.

✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.

✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.

✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.

✮��˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.

✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.

✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.

✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.

✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.

✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.

✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)

[piningforstan]

Stay With Me

Summary: Stan needs you to tend to his wounds and, no, you can’t ask him about it.

Pairings: Stanley Pines x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: some fluff, drinking, smoking, a brief description of the wound

A/N: I just imagine mullet Stan not being able to tend to his wounds properly after his fight with Ford and only trusting you to help him😭 also I’m not a doctor so this is probably medically inaccurate

A knock at the door roused you from your sleep.

Well, more like jolted you awake and sent you into a spiral of fear and panic. You belted your robe and padded down the stairs to peer through the window. A blast of frigid air burst from the door as you wretched it open, snow swirling inside and melting. “Stan?”

“Hey,” he said simply. He weaved on his feet. Under the light of the porch, his face was grey.

“What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.”

“I’ll, uh, ‘splain later. Can I come in?”

You ushered him in, glancing worriedly out your lawn before shutting the door. Stan’s darkened form lumbered into the kitchen where you followed him, switching on a light. He removed his jacket.

“Stan, what is —?” You choked. From where he sat at the table, back to you, you could see a wound burned into his right shoulder, clearly neglected. “Holy shit.”

With trembling hands, Stan lit up a cigarette.

“Stan, what happened?” You hovered over him, unsure where to start.

“Doesn’t matter,” Stan said quickly. “Can you patch it up?”

“Patch it up? This looks like an infected second degree burn.”

“Is that a no?”

You let his harsh tone slide over you. Not only were you used to it, being a nurse, but you sensed that something was wrong and Stan was badly shaken. Instead of prompting him for answers, you hurried into your medicine cabinet for your first aid kit. You didn’t have half the supplies that you would’ve at the hospital, but you needed to at least disinfect the wound first to prevent infection. The contents of the kit spilled out onto the table as you rummaged through them, cursing under your breath.

A cloud of smoke billowed from Stan. You snatched the cigarette from him and tossed it in a half-empty glass by the sink. “At least let me fix this before you kill yourself with that.”

Stan grumbled a response, but it was half-hearted. You got to work disinfecting the wound and cleaning it up. Stan never once complained, shoulders tensed, wincing only once you applied the disinfectant. Vaguely, in some distant, secretive part of your mind, you admired the feel of muscles reacting beneath your hands, the intimate proximity to him. From your position crouched over Stan, you could make out his profile, his clenched jaw and thousand-yard stare.

You prepared a bandage. A strange design was embedded in the reddened skin, almost like a brand. You’d have to keep an eye on the wound, but hopefully you could stave off the infection.

“When did this happen? You should’ve come straight to me,” you told him. If he didn’t look so obviously pained, you would’ve smacked him upside the head for not seeking treatment sooner.

“S’not a big deal,” Stan mumbled.

Some of the color had returned to his face.

“Stan, yes it is. You could’ve died from the infection.”

“It was just an accident in the lab.” His brave face faltered slightly, a slip of emotion like the silver belly of a fish flashing in dark waters. “I deserved it anyway.”

You frowned. “I doubt that’s true. Can I get you anything? Are you hungry?”

“I could use a drink.”

You dug out an old bottle of whiskey that an ex had left behind. He insisted on drinking out of the bottle, knuckles white — shaking, but not as violently as before. You had taken his jacket off the back of the chair and used spare material to stitch it up from the burn. It must’ve been horrible if it burned through the jacket and into his skin so deeply. You watched him sip the whiskey and wince occasionally, not able to completely recline in the chair.

“You should stay here,” you said after who knows how long, both of you content in the silence. Before he could protest you added, “I have a shift tomorrow so I’ll be gone most of the day. But I can keep an eye on you and I know you won’t be doing anything else stupid.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “Thanks, kid, but no thanks. I’ll be fine.”

“At least just tonight.“

“Fine. But I’m sleeping on the couch.”

You nodded your approval. After he polished off the bottle and you peeked at his wound again, you got him set up on the couch with pillows and a blanket. He looked small, boy-like, tucked under the covers and looking so vulnerable. Your heart panted. “You’ll be alright?”

“Ain’t gotta worry about me,” Stan replied. The sounds of his snores reverberated through your house before you even hit the stairs.

You awoke to Stan yelling. For the second time that night, or, well, morning, you jolted up and ran down the stairs without even snatching your robe. Bleary eyed and stiff-limbed, you staggered downstairs to find Stan thrashing on the couch, blankets thrown to the floor. He was crying out in his sleep. You knelt down next to him.

“Stan. Stan. Stan!”

It took you shaking his shoulders for him to come to, eyes widened and looking surprised to see you. “What? What’s going on?”

“You were having a nightmare.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He propped up on one elbow, running a hand through his dark curls. You adamantly kept your gaze from drifting to his chest, partially revealed in the white tank top he had worn to sleep in. “I, uh, been having a lot recently. Did I wake ya?”

“No,” you lied. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

You brought him a water. Sweat sheened his forehead but you suspected it was from the nightmare and not a fever from the infection. Still, you double checked the wound again. Some more pus oozed out along the edges that you cleaned up. It was clear, though, so nothing to worry about. Yet.

You bid him goodnight and moved to leave but felt a large hand grasp your wrist. “Would you, uh, would you mind stayin’?”

Surprised, you turned to him. His expression was so desperate, pleading, that you wordlessly agreed. Stan looked satisfied at this. You sat near his socked feet and pretended to sleep, though there was no way you could now. Not with him so close, so scantily dressed, raw and vulnerable.

It didn’t take long for him to lapse into another nightmare, twitching and muttering. Concerned, you reached over to console him. It was in that moment that he trapped you against his chest, looking for comfort, his heart beating furiously. You stilled. The nightmare slipped away but you were stuck, having fallen between his legs and lying completely on top of him. You did your best to wiggle free but he refused to budge.

Slowly, nervously, you put your head down. Stan, still asleep and unaware of the situation, kept his arms around you. He was big and warm and soft, and you were awfully tired. You reasoned that he needed his sleep, and if staying here meant that he could rest without disturbance, then you would happily fulfill this service for him.

It didn’t matter that you had dreamed of this before, cuddled up next to him, his shallow breaths rustling your hair. That you were overly awake of his hand on your hip, the way that you fit perfectly against him.

No. Nope.

You were just helping him out, like you did with his shoulder. Just helping out a friend.

A friend.

Right?

[eddiernunson]

Really Drives Me Mad | Older!Eddie x Fem!Reader | 18+

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Word Count: 10k

A SPECIAL HAPPY BIRTHDAY POST. (I’m 28 y’all)

Chapter contains: brief pregnant!reader, babies/kids…this is like a lil collection of blurbs. I have some head canons about each OC I can post if you’d like xoxo

I had ideas about their kids for ages, lol. This crazy lil family is chaotic

Still thank you to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you and @bebe07011 for without you two this fic wouldn’t nearly be this good

Third trimester is a bitch. I barely have the bandwidth to write lately. I hope you enjoy

Two pink little lines stare back at you as Eddie turns the shower on, completely oblivious to the manic state you’re in.  

He offers you to join him, a temptation you decline with an intense amount of reluctance. You just claim you need your own bed, which was true.  

Eddie missed four weeks of work while you were on your luxe honeymoon, which means he now has several fires to put out. It keeps him busy for the week, making the doctor’s appointments and blood work you do that much easier when he passes right out on his couch at the end of his long days.  

The following week, knowing you're pregnant but not being able to tell him is pure torture. It doesn't help that for some odd reason Eddie seems more lovey, more affectionate. Your first instinct is to chalk it up to your newlywed status, but his affection feels different, the way his arms wrap around you each morning to wake you up, his gentle voice low in your ear. It's driving you up a wall not being able to share your secret with him.  

He seems to consistently have a hard time letting you go to leave for work (not that you’re complaining.) Though eventually you have to practically push him out the door.   

The ultrasound is nearly dull, the implantation in question is only a bundle of cells, but once you get a photo from the tech at the end of the appointment, it’s the very thing you needed to tell Eddie.  

After another early night of falling asleep you empty the face of the fridge, yanking every magnet off as you place the sonogram on the silver surface with a pink heart magnet right at his eye level.

-  

Eddie wakes in the middle of the night, a sudden urge to rise hitting him out of nowhere. His arm tightens around your waist, admiring your pretty face as he kisses your cheek. Your face falters only the littlest bit, twitching your muscles to shake off the tickle of his stubble.   

He finds himself starving, craving something only a feral racoon would also be satisfied with. He rubs his eyes as he walks down the steps. Sometimes he thinks he’s going to see you back in the kitchen chair in the dress and bathing suit, Dylan searching manically for a parking pass as if Eddie has imagined this whole dream scenario. Your love is just too good not to think he’d made it all up at times. He smiles to himself as he turns on the stove light, turning to the fridge for a snack.   

He feels frozen by the blank fridge at first, wondering where all the magnets got to. The black and white image staring him dead in the face suddenly registers, the heart shaped magnet falling to the floor as he rushes to pick it up to make sure his tired eyes aren’t fucking with him. They bulge out of his head when the significance of the photo occurs to him, and the hunger that woke him up seems to vanish.

His long legs take the stairs two and three at a time as he rushes back to you, hurling himself beneath the covers.   

The cold of his arms startles you, a gasp leaving your lips from the shock as you abruptly awoke. “Hmm?”  

“Are you fucking pregnant, sweetheart?” His eyes are unbearably soft, melted pools of milk chocolate staring intently at you.

A burst of sleepy giggles leaves your mouth, turning your body so you don't have to crane your neck. “You got up early.” You comment, weaving your fingers into his curls.   

“Skip the pleasantries, love.” He dismisses, scooping his arms beneath your back. “Are you fucking pregnant?”   

You pull him in for a kiss, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him down against you. “What’s the sonogram tell you?”    

He chuckles against your lips, his thumbs swaying against your smiling cheeks. “You’re a little shit, you know that?” You nod, absentmindedly playing with his curls. “Fuck, I’m so excited right now, baby.”   

“Really?” You ask him, grinning.   

“I just found out my wife is having my baby. Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks, rutting his hips against yours desperately. “I’m rock hard, sweets.”   

Lucky for you and him, you opted for a pair of tiny panties and a t-shirt to bed, feeling his hardened cock against the thin lace fabric of your panties. Your fingers fumble to his boxers, hurriedly pushing them down his hips. “Then fuck me.”   

Eddie gently pulls the fabric aside, exposing it as his head perfectly brushes against your entrance. “God, my girl is soaked for me, ain’t she?”   

Your thighs tighten around his hips, jaw dropping as he teases you. “Want you, please, Ed.” Your eyes squeeze shut, relishing in the feeling of him pressed against you 

He pushes in, arms wrapping themselves around your torso. “Oh my god you’re having my fucking baby,” Eddie mumbles, face curling into your neck. “Gonna see your stomach all big when you’re carrying my baby, sweets, and you’ll be even hotter than you are now. Which I thought was impossible.”   

No words come to mind, mouth open and gasping at the way he moves in you. The cotton of your shirt is too hot, your hands shakily grabbing at the fabric to take it off. Eddie admires the sight he sees as your piqued nipples fall out of his faded black t-shirt, his eyes glazed over as he stares down at them. A moth drawn to the light, he dives into one, curling his tongue around the nipple with the perfect mix of teeth, pulling little mewls from you.  

“Fuck, we’re gonna be the happiest little family,” he chokes, kissing from your breast up to your neck, his voice filled with emotion.  

“Love you,” you sigh, gasping into his open mouth as his hips hit you harder.  

Eddie smiles, a wicked little grin as his hand curves over the swell of your tummy, thumb petting it gently.  

“Hold on to me, sweetheart. Hold on to your baby daddy,” you grin the line, wonderfully cheesy, but Eddie feels the way you tighten around him. Your arms curl around his back, pulling his body against yours.  

“Eddie, make me cum, please.” 

“Hold on, baby, I’m almost there, hold on,” he stutters, his deep voice starting to falter. His lips bend down to your ear, gasping desperately, bordering on whining. “Fuck– cum with me.”  

His lips wrap around yours, delicately connecting his tongue with yours as his hips stutter a final time, the little moans vibrating against your lips as he fills you up. As you collapse on the bed, sweaty bodies intertwined, he spends the twenty minutes until he falls asleep cooing, whispering in your ear how excited he is.  

You wake up the same way, with rounds two and three before he begrudgingly trudges off to work. 

- 

The sun accounts as a natural alarm clock as Dylan stretches his limbs wide, turning to face his girlfriend. His arm falls over Maya’s form, pulling her in as he starts to wake up. “Morning, Dylan,” she whispers, her pink lips spreading into a smile.  

He pulls her back against his stomach, hiking his legs under hers. “Mornin’.”  

She hums as he kisses the back of her neck, giggling as he takes a deep inhale of her shampoo. “You work today?”  

“No,” Dylan answers, caressing the strip of her exposed skin with his thumb. “I am seeing my dad today.”  

She smirks, turning to face him. “And your stepmom?” Dylan grits his teeth, tickling her stomach until she begs him to stop, hunching over the arm around her. “Okay, I’m sorry!”    

“Mmhm. I’m telling them, did you want to join me?”  

Maya squishes her face, seemingly debating on pros and cons. “I’m gonna pass on that, respectfully.” She can feel the questioning look Dylan gives her. “I have a long shift today, and I am exhausted.”  

“Next time, I’m dragging you with me,” Dylan insists, squeezing with his arms wrapped around her.  

“I’m counting on it.”  

As soon as Dylan opens the door, he listens in, waiting for a sound that never comes. Good, he waited long enough to come. He wanders into the kitchen, meeting his dad drinking orange juice straight from the carton. “Dad?”  

His dad freezes, removing the spout from his mouth, and wipes his face hurriedly. “Hey bud.”  

Dylan raises his eyebrow at him, pointedly glancing to the carton and back to him.  

“Don’t tell my wife.”  

Dylan smirks, rolling his eyes. “Speaking of the devil, where is she?”  

“Upstairs.”  

As if your ears are burning, the two men’s ears pick up the particular sound of someone coming down the stairs. Eddie prays you come downstairs with some clothes on. Your face lights up when you see Dylan, welcoming him into your arms without a second thought. “Dylan!” The familiarity you two share is still new, but wrapping him in a hug is like second nature at this point. “What brings you into this part of the world?”  

You leave the embrace, backing straight into Eddie’s arm. “Actually, I have some news I wanna share with you guys.”  

Eddie’s hand tightens around your arm, he’s mentioned Dylan talking about proposing last month, and this news felt right around the corner. He feigns ignorance, innocently asking, “Oh, what news would that be?”  

Dylan’s cheeks bloom in red, glancing down to his feet sheepishly. You just hoped you wouldn’t have to travel to a destination wedding while largely pregnant. “Uh, we–or, Maya,” he clears his throat, a laugh stuttering through it, “Maya’s pregnant.”  

The first thing you do is glance at your husband, both sporting wide eyes and slacked jaws. To say you’re surprised is a grand understatement.  

“Not the news you were expecting?” Dylan asks, watching the two of you share a silent conversation.  

In sync, the two of you switch back to him, twin smiles on your faces. Dylan had no idea what either of the faces in front of him could possibly mean, and there’s a part of him that wonders if this is happy news for either of you.  

“Um, no, actually,” Eddie barely holds back the sound of laughter in his voice. “That’s, that’s fantastic news, Dyl.” Truly, fantastic news. Eddie has been looking forward to being a biker grandfather since Dylan showed interest in being a father.  

You smirk, leaning into his shoulder. “How far along is she?”  

“Uh, 8 weeks, or so,” Dylan answers, squishing up his face comically.  

“Oh wow, so a week behind me, then,” you say nonchalantly, nodding at Eddie.  

“Wait, what?” Dylan asks, making sure he understood that correctly.  

You giggle, nodding as you sit your head in Eddie’s neck. “Yeah, I’m pregnant too, ironically enough.”  

Eddie leans into your ear, “So you’re gonna be a mom and a grandma in the same year…”  

Your eyes widen. “To think, I was just getting used to the idea of being a mom.” You lean back, meeting your husband’s pretty brown eyes. “Are we sure the kid’s gonna call me grandma?”  

Dylan picks up the conversation right away. “I mean, unless we’re gonna be completely honest with them, it doesn't make sense otherwise. You’re grandpa’s wife, therefore grandma.”  

Am I mom, then, too? You think to yourself, knowing you’ll point it out later. Your stomach rumbles, turning around to the counter to start making a breakfast of sorts. Your eyes hit the open orange juice jug and the lack of cup. “Did you drink straight out of the carton, again, mister?”  

Eddie avoids your eyes, looking at his son. “Hey, I didn’t say anything,” he surrenders, having a seat at the island.  

“How’s Maya been handling the pregnancy so far?” you ask, grabbing a pan from under the cupboards. “Because morning sickness is no joke.” You pause, leaning on the counter. “Not just in the morning, either.”  

“I think it’s some nausea, a bit of acid reflux, but to my knowledge she hasn’t been sick,” Dylan says, taking out his phone to text Maya about the news.  

“Bitch,” you mutter, the tone in your voice clear you’re joking. “We can’t all be so lucky. Eggs?”  

Dylan nods, grinning at the text Maya shoots back. “So dad, you’re gonna have a kid and a grandkid the same age as each other?”  

Eddie shrugs, taking another large sip from the carton. “Since my girl showed up, my life hasn’t been normal, and this just means it will never be normal again.”  

“You’re welcome,” Dylan laughs, rolling his eyes at the exasperated look you shoot at him.  

- 

Dylan’s phone buzzes, glancing at the unknown number as Maya fades in the middle of her sentence. “One minute, babe, I’m expecting a call from the interview I just did last week. Dylan Munson, speaking.”  

“Oh, Dyl-pickle, you sound so big!” Only one person has ever called Dylan that. He gulps, the sound of her voice bringing up old, sore emotions.

“Brooke. W-why are you calling me?”  

“Brooke? C’mon, I’m your mom, sweetheart,” she whines, her voice the sound of nails on a chalkboard.  

“Really, are you?” Dylan asks, getting up from the bed and starting to pace the hallway, his anger already building. “Ok, what college did I go to?” Silence. “What did I major in? What year did I graduate high school? When did I have my first kiss? Who’s my current girlfriend? What’s my best friend’s name? What sort of vehicle do I drive?”  

She doesn’t answer a single question, instead giving stuttered empty answers. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to answer any of that… We haven’t exactly been talking for the last fifteen years.” She says, somewhat accusatory.

Dylan sighs, rubbing his face frustratedly. “What, your phone didn’t work all those years?”  

“As far as I’m concerned, I’m not the only one who had a phone,” she protests, sounding incredibly defensive. 

“Yeah, well, you also weren’t a child for 8 of those years who begged his dad for his mom to come to one thing that was important to him,” Dylan retaliated, angry at her gaslighting. “My dad had your number, always left voicemails inviting you to my soccer games, to award ceremonies, to my birthdays, and you never answered a single call, let alone showed up.”  

“I’m sorry, Dylan, I am, but I was young then, you can’t blame me for wanting a fresh start.” 

“Actually, I can,” Dylan answers, now done with this conversation. “You had eight years to be a mom before I finally gave up on you. You don’t get to pick and choose when to be my mom, now.”    

“I’m sorry that hurt your feelings, Dyl. But I have two boys, and they really want to meet their older brother. Would you come down for lunch one day?”  

He nods, knowing that this sudden need to be a mom again wasn’t going to come for free. “No. I have no interest in being your life. Not since the day I turned 18.”  

“C’mon, Dyl–” 

“No, mom–Brooke. No. Don’t call me again, please. I need to go now.”  

She starts another sentence, but Dylan hangs up on her before he hears it. When he walks into the bedroom he shares with his girlfriend, he crawls into the bed next to her, feeling like the ten year old whose life got torn apart.  

It looks like Brooke still has that uncanny talent for making everything about her.  

- 

Eddie sits in his office, a small room decorated with frames filled with the faces of those he loves and papers strewn around the desk. He’s going over the receipts and payments, and silently regrets not having hired an accountant by now, but he’s far too stubborn to admit it.  

There’s a knock on the door and Eddie looks up in relief. Please, let there be a disgruntled customer to save him from the numbers. “Come on in!”  

Connor, one of the new apprentices he hired only a few months ago comes in, looking timid. The first few months he has a new hire they’re usually shy, and when their self confidence in their ability to do their job kicks in, Eddie truly starts to miss it. “Uh, hey, boss, there’s a client out there who wants to speak to you.”  

Eddie chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he rests his feet on his desk. “Don’t, don’t call me boss. What do they want?” 

Connor screws up his face. “Uh, I forgot to ask.”  

“Always ask, man. Tell them I’ll be right out.”  

“Alright, I’ll tell her.” Eddie sighs in relief, women tend to be more understanding.  

“Hey, send in Joe, will ya?”  

“On it!”  

Joe, a man who’s worked for Eddie for 20 years, older by ten years, walks into the office just a moment later. “What’s up, Ed?”  

“Give the lady a talk, will ya?” Eddie asks, scratching the itch on his right forearm. “Ask her what she wants.” Joe, tall, dark, and quiet, nods and shuts the door.  

He’s back in the office in seconds. The door’s loose knob has barely clicked shut before it’s abruptly opened again. “That fast?”  

Joe shakes his head, his eyes wide with a grimace on his face. “Uh, no, it’s…it’s Brooke.”  

Eddie scrunches his face up. “Brooke, like…Brooke?”  

“Yeah. You want me to–” 

“No it’s okay, I got it,” Eddie insists, a pit forming in the depths of his stomach. He rubs his face tiredly, fully unprepared to deal with this. 

“Dude, you sure?” He asks, having been with Eddie through the divorce.  

“Seriously, I got it. Thanks, man.”  

Eddie gets up from his desk, catching the eyes of his long-time employees on his way to the entrance of the garage. He’s fine. He’ll be fine.  

There she stands, looking around the garage holding her purse with two hands. She’s dressed like one of those Instagram moms, high waisted jeans with a loose blouse tucked in under a long coat. Her eyes land on him, her face lighting up as she exclaims, “Wow, the garage looks great!” 

“Thanks,” Eddie mumbles, sighing. “Is there a particular reason for…”  

Brooke smiles, and Eddie could almost see a genuine human behind the mask. “Um, do you mind if we go into your office?”  

Eddie raises his brows, perplexed. “I really don’t see the necessity for it.”  

“It’s not really a conversation to have in front of the guys, Eds,” Brooke comments, shuffling her feet as she crosses her arms.  

Eddie winces at the nickname she calls him. She really doesn’t know him well enough to call him such anymore. The audacity of it astounds him. “I’m not Eds to you…and my office holds things that are precious to me, that I honestly want to keep out of this conversation.”  

“Like I haven’t already seen pictures of your little wife,” Brooke grimaces, her tone switching from sweet to condescending in a split second, her eyes rolling. “Congrats on that, or whatever.”  

Eddie blinks, too exhausted to argue. “Alright, come on.”  

It's not like Brooke hasn’t been in his office before, Eddie thinks, they were happily married, after all. She looks around at the changes, her eyes seemingly fixated on where photos of Dylan’s previous achievements are proudly displayed. “Wow, he looks just like you,” Brooke mutters, a look on her face that Eddie can’t quite place.  

Eddie assessed the bulletin, Dylan’s graduation, first school dance, the Munsons spending a weekend at the Harrington’s, it certainly spelled out to her what she missed out on.  

He clears his throat, quietly asking for her to continue. “Right, um, I was wondering if you could talk to our son.” 

“Our son?” Eddie asks, barely holding back his laughter. “Last time I checked you said he was my son.”  

Brooke ignores it, faltering in her seat. “I tried calling him last week, but he shut me down.”  

“What do you need me to talk to him about exactly?” Eddie leans against his desk, his hands gripping the edge.

Brooke blinks, tilting her head. “When did you cut your hair?”  

“Irrelevant. What do you need me to talk to him about?” Eddie enunciates, already feeling the exhaustion of her mere soul sucking presence.

“My sons are asking questions about him, and they would like to meet him.” She inhales, as if preparing herself for what she was about to say, “I would love to reconnect with both of you, honestly.” 

Like an anvil, Eddie feels his stomach pull him all the way down into the floor. The silence she’s given him and Dylan for the last fifteen years has been stable, reliable even. The most reliable thing about her. This is turning off the road into a ditch with nothing to instigate it. “What did he say?”  

“Uh, he had no interest in it,” Brooke shrugs, leaning back in her seat.  

Eddie nods, having expected it. “Brooke, those pictures on the wall? My son spent so much time begging me to call and get you to at least one event, one time just to show that you still cared about him.” He pauses, watching her avoid his eyes. “I left dozens of voicemails in your inbox, and I know it was your inbox, because I remember the day it went from Munson to Prescott. I begged you to show up. Just once. The last time I did was for his graduation, but by then I had stopped telling him.”  

“He told our lawyers and the judge he wanted nothing to do with me. Forgive me if I thought he was telling the truth,” Brooke huffs, her voice sounding defensive.  

“He was a child, Brooke!” Eddie deadpans, narrowing his eyes. “A child hurt by his mother’s actions tearing apart his happy family. Staying with the stable parent was probably the more appealing option.” He scratches at the stubble on his face, glancing over to the sonogram sitting on his desk. He’d hoped Brooke hadn’t caught wind of that news, yet. “At first, he was really hurt, but after a while, he just wanted his mom. Who never showed up.” 

“Well, I might be a little late, but doesn’t it count for something that I’m trying, now?” She asks, folding her arms across her chest. 

“I think it counts more that he’s about to be a father and he has no interest in including you in his kid’s life.”  

Her eyes bug right out of her head. “Wait, what?”  

“Mmhm. Seems he’d rather give what was supposed to be your title to someone he’s known for less than a year.” Eddie flickers to the photo of you he has framed, a portrait of you surrounded by the sunset in your wedding dress. “You had eight years, Brooke. Eight. You don’t get to decide to be a parent when it’s convenient for you. I never had that luxury. I had to pick myself and my son up and find a way to get through it emotionally without falling apart at the seams.”  

She seems to start talking, but Eddie is on a roll. “I finally feel like I’m living my life, and not just surviving. If you reached out five years ago, I probably would’ve said yes. I even had a low enough self-esteem to hope it would mean something more…but now I have this woman, this beautiful person who showed me how much she believes I’m worth, showed me how much I am worth. Brooke, no offense, but when I look back on it, especially comparing the two, you treated me like shit.”  

“Uh, okay,” Brooke mutters, holding her hand out. “I did not treat you like shit.”  

“You never stuck up for me with your parents, forced me to do things I was uncomfortable with all the time, gave ‘our’ son’s teachers hell all the time, and, oh yeah, left me for the person you told me not to worry about. So, no I will not be talking to my son. If he comes to the conclusion to reconnect with you, then fine. But I will not be participating.”  

“Wow, you’re being harsh.” Brooke complains, grimacing. “Eddie, I was young. I made a few stupid decisions.”  

“You know, my wife is a bit young. Somehow, she already knows not to act like a stone cold cunt.”  Brooke stutters through an empty response, completely rendered speechless. “I think we’re done here.”  

“I’m not done!”  

“Well, I suggest you be by the time my pregnant wife gets here, because she’s not your biggest fan.” It gives him the utmost satisfaction to start looking through the papers. He glances back up to her expectant expression. “Safe travels back to Boston, hmm?”  

Eddie swears the smile on your face in the photo of you grows, glad the backbone he needed seems to have finally grown. “You’re not going to even–”  

“No. I’m not. I’m done here, Brooke. Give Kevin my condolences, yeah?”  

Brooke nods, reluctantly understanding she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. Eddie had indeed grown the self-confidence she never saw when she was with him. “Condolences?” 

“Yeah, for still being stuck with you. Close the door on your way out.”  

Brooke’s nostrils flare, her jaw locking. She turns around without another word, the slam of the door echoing through the garage as she storms out, every click of her heel enunciated.  

Moments later, Joe pops through the door. “Everything, ok, Ed?”  

Eddie looks up, his dimples pronounced on his face. “Oh just, peachy, Joe. Mind if I take off for the rest of the day?”  

“I would be concerned if you didn’t, man.”  

- 

The ringing of your phone stirs you from your slumber, having passed out on the couch mid snack. An app you downloaded on your phone for the pregnancy said the first trimester would have you feeling quite sleepy, and you didn’t believe it until you find yourself constantly falling asleep during your off days, and exhausted at work when you really shouldn’t be.  

Your sister’s name lights up the screen, and the quick assessment of the movie tells you you’ve been asleep for at least forty-five minutes. “Hey, Viti.”  

“Hey, sis,” she greets, an airy tone in her voice. “Sounds like you just woke up.”  

You haven’t broken the news to your family, yet, waiting to present the information in the form of a present next time you and Eddie make your way over to your parents’ house. “Had an afternoon siesta,” you sigh, watching the movie you’re tempted to restart. The twist of Carlisle’s death just isn’t the same if you don’t build up to it. “What’s up?” 

She sighs, a habit you’re all too familiar with. “Spit it out.”  

“Okay,” she starts, gaining her courage. “Me and Arlo got together the night of your wedding.”  

If you were attempting to get rid of any sense of sleep, it disappeared within a second. The information takes a second to register, eyes darting around the living room filled with wrappers you have yet to throw out. “Harrington?”  

She laughs, probably expecting a much worse answer. “Do you know any other Arlos?”  

“Guess not.” You pet the bangs in your eyes away from your face, trying to remind yourself of the look on your baby sister’s face when she was slow dancing with him. “Ok. How did it happen?” 

“You’re okay with this?” She asks, your heart melting at how little her voice sounds.  

“It was never my choice, Vi,” you answer, using the remote to restart the movie. “If you like him and trust him, then, yeah, I’m okay with it. So how did it happen? Tell me all about it. But if you’ve slept with him, then maybe not all about it,” You chuckle. Viti sighs exasperatedly and you can practically hear her eyes roll through the phone.

“Um, so we were kind of flirting a lot after the family dinner. I thought he was just being nice, but I was willing to be his friend. It got a bit more intense at the wedding, and he asked me to dance…”  

“I saw,” you admit, granted you only saw because Eddie pointed it out to you. “What happened after that?”  

You can hear the smile on her face. “He led me to a hallway, and then we went to the hotel room I was staying in…” She trails off sheepishly. Oh, that's all you need to know.  

“Damn, girl!” you laugh, opting to push away the mental image and simply be your sister's friend right now.  

“We went to dinner last week,” she says, a giggle laced through her sentence. “I really, really like him.”  

It had to be Arlo Harrington. “Then I’m really, really happy for you. Have you told everyone else yet?”  

“You’re the last to know, to be honest. I think Eddie even knows at this point.” You roll your eyes, because of course that’s why he was so peculiar this morning.  

“Just because I don’t necessarily approve of the choice of boy doesn’t mean I won’t be happy for you. Plus, I could get used to him, after all, Steve isn’t so bad.” That’s a damn lie, Steve Harrington has become one of your favorite people. “Tell me you got out of the hotel room before mom and dad discovered you.”  

“We heard them coming down the hall…” she says, giggling. “We were dressed as they were about to come in the door. Luckily, they were both pretty drunk, so they didn’t really catch on to what was happening. Well, until the next morning at brunch, I guess.”  

Note, send a text to your mom asking about what her perspective was, because there’s a chance she knew more than she let on. You think to yourself.

“Anyway, four weeks in Cancun. Spare me the dirty details but tell me all about it,” she giggles, moving the phone away from her face, “shut up, stop, shut up!’ 

“Let me guess. Arlo?”  

A burst of giggles runs through her body and you can hear the smile on her face. “Maybe,”

“You couldn’t wait until you were alone?”  

“She’s not really alone all that much these days,” Arlo’s voice rings out. You can picture the smug smirk on his face.  

“Arlo!” She chides him, and yeah, this might not be so bad, you decide.  

“I’m gonna let you two go,” you offer, dismissing any protests she let out. “Also, without the dirty details there’s not much of the honeymoon to tell. Well, except one thing.”  

“What?” 

“You'll have someone new to meet in seven months!”  

“No way!” 

- 

If there’s one thing you know, it’s Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years is the song for the last credit scene of the Twilight Series. As each character is shown with the corresponding credit, it gets closer and closer to the main cast.  

It might just be the hormones, but this round of credits just seems to hit differently, tears spilling down your cheeks as it gets to the Cullen family. The front door to the house slams shut, announcing the arrival of your husband. Odd, he’s about three hours early.  

The weight of the cushion next to you sinks down with a comforting arm wrapping around your shoulders. Your head falls easily into his embrace, curling into his lap as you sniffle. It’s ridiculous, the irrational reaction that takes over you, but damn do the editors know how to elicit a reaction out of the audience.  

His hand pets your shoulder, kissing your forehead. “You crying at Twilight?”  

You nod, furrowing your eyebrows. “Lose the smug attitude, mister. This is your doing.”  

He laughs under his breath, petting your hair. “Hmm, that’s not how I remember our honeymoon.”  

You tilt your head back to look at his face, fretting at the curls that are starting to resemble closer to a mullet. “Just because I begged for your babies does not mean you had to listen to me.”  

He rolls his eyes, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips that takes the breath out from your lungs. As he backs away, he hums with a peculiar look on his face. “What’s on your mind?” You ask, your brows knitting together.

Eddie sighs, petting the bare skin exposed on your hip. “Minor Brooke update, today.”  

Your brows instinctively rise, feeling every little muscle in your face tense up. “Oh?” 

“Yup. Are you interested?”  

You close your eyes, asking any entity out there listening for a lick of patience. “You piqued my interest. Lay it on me.”  

Eddie can’t beat around the bush, or he would never say it. “She came into my work today.” He pauses, allowing you to absorb the information before continuing. “Requesting that I convince Dylan to…let her back into his life, so to say.” You squint, remembering the few times that Dylan had confessed about his mom to you, always finishing by claiming he wants nothing to do with her and never will.  

“Yeah, good luck with that,” you comment, watching his eyes flicker back and forth between yours.  

“She reached out to him last week and when he refused, I guess the next most logical step was to drive the six hours from Boston and corner me at work.” Your teeth grit, angry at the fucking gall that fills Brooke whatever-the-fuck her last name is. God forbid Steve or Eddie ever accidentally tell you what it is, because the day it comes her inbox will be flooded with just a little piece of your mind, and she'll be lucky if profanities are the worst things you say.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, having watched your face move through the storm of emotions.  

“I was thinking that I fucking hate your ex-wife and if she has no haters then I’m dead,” you answer, dead panning.  

“I love you,” he sighs, tugging you in against his chest. “Are you hungry?”  

You look at the wrappers decorating the mahogany coffee table, “Surprisingly yes.”  

“Lets get a real meal in you, shall we?”  

- 

Eddie is present at every doctor's appointment, every ultrasound, birthing class, and even at 20 weeks, when you were inexplicably spotting, stayed with you throughout the 7 hour wait at the ER. He certainly helped you hide from the embarrassment of the doctor explaining the bleeding seemed to be brought on by intercourse and to start being a bit more careful.  

Only one time does a health care worker mistake Eddie for being your father, a mistake quickly fixed at the death glare he gives her. You don’t know how, as you look nothing alike and he has been doting on you too affectionately to be a dad, but you can’t help teasing him by calling him daddy as soon as she leaves the room. 

Well, that’s a lie.  

There is one other time he’s mistaken for your father, running into the maternity ward and anxiously stating your name to the front desk of labor nurses. The head nurse, a woman bearing silver streaks in her hair, calmly tells him to relax and sit down, only the baby’s father is allowed in the room with patients.  

“Well you better take me to my wife, then,” he deadpans, his eyes harsh enough to shoot daggers if it were physically possible. 

She stutters through her response. “Oh, you-you’re her husband? I’m so sorry I assumed–my mistake, she’s in the third door on the left.”  

He rushes to the door, ignoring her last pleas for forgiveness. He was far too busy focusing on how he knew he shouldn’t have gone into work when he knew you were due to go into labor any day now. He knew he should've told them to ask Joe for the solution, as he was basically acting owner while he was away.  

When he bursts through the door, you’re sat on the bed in the room with Bethany petting your face as you push through a particularly hard contraction.  

He waits and watches anxiously for you to get through it before announcing his arrival. As soon as your eyes land on him he sees your face crumple in relief and your hands reach out for him. “Baby,” you whine, seeking the comfort of his shampoo and cologne.  

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, planting a big kiss on the hand that was reached out. “Thank you so much, Bethany, for taking her.”  

She shrugs, dismissing his over exaggerated gratitude. “She’s been a champ. Let me know if you two need anything.”  

Eddie pets your hair, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. “How’ve you been, baby?”  

“Only been an hour, and I am so over labor,” you whine, smiling pathetically. “Thanks for coming so fast.”  

Eddie was surprised he didn’t get pulled over, going 90 down the freeway. He turned a 20 minute drive into 8. “Made any progress?” 

“I’m only one centimeter dilated. We could be here for a while.” 

“I’m here every minute,” he says, grabbing a chair to sit by your bed. “I believe in you. We’ll listen to Taylor, listen to a smutty audio book, watch a true crime series, whatever you want, baby.”  

- 

True to his word, he allowed you to blast your Faves Spotify playlist, watched a few episodes of 48 Hours with you, and even sat with you as he let you play with the makeup you had packed in your hospital bag on his face.  

You made him look like a Captain Jack Sparrow, giggling as he animatedly talks in a pirate voice. The best thing about Eddie being there is that he wards off your parents and others who wish to visit you in your labor and acts as your advocate when the nurse is too rough with you and requests a new nurse immediately. Well, and his presence alone puts you at ease, of course.  

It feels like forever, but you’re eight centimeters dilated when a familiar face walks down the hall, passing his father as he carries the millionth cup of ice chips you requested. “Bud! Did someone text you about–” 

“She told me when Bethany was driving her to the hospital, but that’s actually not why we’re here,” Dylan sheepishly admits, his shoulders shrugging up to his ears as a pink blooms across his cheeks.  

“We?” Eddie catches on, blinking. “Is Maya also..?” 

“Yeah, we got here about three hours ago,” he squinted one eye comically, crossing his arms. “She’s about halfway there, now I think.”  

“Wow she’s progressing a lot faster than we did,” Eddie comments, it taking you far more than three hours to get to five centimeters.  

“It would be ironic wouldn’t it, if they had the same birthday?”  

“Irony is one word for it,” Dylan chuckles. “My girlfriend asked for ice chips about eight minutes ago, and she is not patient, so I’m going to get back to it.” 

“Let us know any updates, won’t you?”  

“I bet my kid will be born before yours,” Dylan answers, only somewhat joking. 

“Oh, you’re on, dude.”  

- 

As nurses and the doctor rushes around you, frantically assessing the baby while helping you with the afterbirth, birthing the placenta and ridding the bodily fluids that came out with the infant. Eddie cut the cord, watching carefully as the nurses quickly washed his newborn son off.  

He’s simultaneously whispering sweet nothings against your cheek, how proud he is of you, describing your son’s dark hair, his little mouth opening as the nurse's hand gently washes it. “Did so good, baby, so good, I’m so fucking proud of you.”  

“Is he okay?” You whisper, eyes half open as you stare up at your husband’s brown ones. “J-Josh, is he okay?”  

Eddie knows exactly what you’re asking, making sure his limbs are working, that he looks healthy, that the nurses don’t look too concerned about their results. He can’t help but answer, “He’s perfect.”  

Your favorite nurse, the one who got assigned after Eddie demanded it, brings him over swaddled in a hospital blanket and tucks him into your arms. The hormones and adrenaline overwhelm you as you stare at his face, selfishly grateful he looks just like his father, happily staring at the little button nose.  

“I love you,” when you stare up at your husband, you’re expecting his eyes to also be planted on the newest member of the little family. Instead they’re shiny and planted on you, his expression drenched in pure love.  

“I love you,” you sigh, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “He’s so perfect.”  

“I fucking love you so much.” 

The love fest eventually dies down, all the medical aides surrounding you finishing up and leaving the room as they steal one last glance at the happy little family.  

You’re lost in your own little world when Dylan runs in, seeing the little addition sat on your chest. Eddie looks up to face Dylan dressed in a hospital gown and a hairnet. His face is lit up with the same joy as the room is filled with. “You wanna meet your grandson?”  

Eddie nods, quickly stopped by his wife still lying on the bed sitting in the afterglow. “Go,” you insist, petting at the soft hair on your son. “Say hi for me.”  

He smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your knotted hair, followed by his newborn. “Be right back.”  

On the way over to the emergency surgery room Dylan explains that the umbilical cord ended up twisted around his son’s neck and they took Maya straight into an emergency C-Section. He sat with his girlfriend as they emptied the contents of her abdomen to allow the newest Munson to come into the world.  

Eddie asked several times to make sure it was okay if her father in law, her boyfriend’s father, to go into a room where she is this vulnerable. Dylan insisted that she said it was fine and since Eddie was here for the birth of his son it would be cool for him to meet his grandson, too, within the same half hour.  

Miraculously, after getting in his own scrubs, Eddie wanders in with Dylan as Maya is finished with her stitches. She’s still loopy from the general anesthesia, holding her newborn on her partially covered chest.  

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Eddie asked, knowing how against visitors you were.  

“Just come say hi to your grandson, Eddie,” Maya chuckles, passing up the newborn. “Meet Jace Edward Munson.”  

“Edward?” Eddie laughs, barely holding the mist that comes to his eyes. “What?”  

Dylan scrunches his nose, tilting his head to face the newborn now in his father’s arms. “You stepped up when she left. You were everything to me. You may have stolen a girlfriend, but that is small beans in the grand scheme of things, you know?”  

“Jace and Josh,” Eddie muses, laughter bubbling up his throat. “God, they even sound like twins.”  

- 

Kayla smooths over the dress she wears, nervously looking around the classroom. Are there enough learning centers set up? Will the children like the home center she put together? Will there be any difficult teachers during her first year?  

 For the first time, she’s on her own, placed in the very class she had spent so long working toward, kindergarten.  

Her little classmates with their parents, usually mothers, wander in with wide eyes, nervously holding onto their sleeves and looking around anxiously. She talks to each little one at a time, welcoming them and offering them many activities to distract them from wanting to stay with their parents.  

One little boy doesn’t need much, or any, peeling off his father as he runs in, his shaggy brown hair rustling in as he bolts straight to the building blocks. His dad walks in right after, carrying his bag dressed in a leather jacket and acid wash jeans.  

“Hi,” he sighs, sounding tired. “That’s Dylan.”  

“M or H?” Kayla asks.  

“M.”  

“Dylan, can you grab your bag from your dad and put it in the cubby?” Dylan runs to grab his bag from his dad, shouting in slight frustration as he’s pulled in for a hug. “Yours will have an M next to your name!”  

He listens, but doesn’t look back as he runs back to the blocks.  

“I’m Eddie,” the father says, holding his hand out. “His mom, Brooke, will pick him up after school, uh, she’s a bit of a hardass, so just beware.”  

Oh, goody. She gives him a strained smile, insisting she’ll be able to handle it.  

Eddie and Dylan end up being one of his favorite pairings for the year. But when Brooke walked in, she knew it became a big deal for something as small as Dylan putting his book in the wrong pocket in his bag.  

Kayla got along great with Eddie, as they turned out to be the same age. They saw one another around the school as Dylan got older, even became someone Dylan could rely on for a maternal figure when his parents ended up divorcing in fifth grade.  

About twenty one years after initially teaching Dylan, she’s a veteran teacher in her own right, having a monopoly over classroom #3 as she continues to be the answer for dozens of individuals when asked their favorite teacher.   

She sits in her lumbar chair that her coworkers raised the money for the previous Christmas as she finally is able to look over her newest class list. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she came across 9th and 8th from the last name, two boys with J initials and the last name Munson. She’d been wondering if she would ever have the pleasure of teaching Dylan’s boys, or if he decided to skip town like most of his classmates.  

Their birthday right next to their attendance names indicated they had the same birthdate, so she was safe to assume she would have another set of twins. If they were anything like Dylan, they would be a fun sort of challenge for her, that she was sure of.  

On the first day the following fall, she keeps an eye out for her former student, keeping in mind it could very well be the mother that decides to drop them off.  

As she’s helping a particularly shy child settle into her classroom, she notices a parent helping their kid out of the wind breaker they’re wearing. As soon as the little girl is settled she goes to them welcoming them. She immediately recognizes the parent. “Dylan!”  

“Oh, Miss. Thompson! I didn’t realize you were still teaching!” He sheepishly admits, looking at the plaque now containing her married name.  

“I am just married, now,” she answers, answering him the same way she would a student out of habit. “Now, who do we have here?”  

“I’m Jace,” the little boy answers shyly, brown hair of this father but stark green eyes.  

“Well, Jace, would you mind finding your name at one of the cubbies for me? I think you’re put right next to someone named Josh,” she tells him, watching for any recognition of the other name she thought was his twin.  

“Oh, sweet!” Jace exclaims, running with his Pokémon bag.  

She gets up from her squatting position, her knees far too achy for doing it continually like she still is. “So, there’s another Munson on the class list, would you know anything about that?” 

Dylan chuckles, sighing. “Well, about that–” Dylan is interrupted by a little boy with dark hair hugging him, exclaiming his name. “Hey, Josh, we were just talking about you!”  

Josh laughs, tugging on Dylan’s arm. “Is Jace here?” 

“Yeah, he’s playing with the dinosaurs, if I know him.” 

“Cool!” Josh runs straight off, meeting his supposed relative at the play carpet.  

Kayla turns around in confusion, questioning what just happened.  

As if answering her, in comes another familiar face, holding a bag that looks comically small compared to his tall stature. “Ah, Kayla. I was wondering if you were still here.”  

“Eddie!” She greets him, giving a very frank hug. “I have to admit, I am very confused.” 

“That’s okay, you wouldn’t be the first,” Eddie comments, crossing his arms. “Me and my wife had Josh at the same time Dylan had Jace. They’re assholes, they like to gang up on adults, but don’t let them intimidate you, they can’t with their adults anymore, so they try it on teachers.” 

“Takes a lot more than that to intimidate me,” Kayla answers, looking back at the boys who gained ownership over the carpet with dinosaurs and cars. “I appreciate the warning, though.” She looks back to her old friend, seeing the smile lines on his face, still carrying his son’s things. “I’m happy you found someone, though.”  

“Thanks. His mom will pick him up after school,” Eddie tells her, going to the cubby with his kid’s name on it. “She’s not as bad as Brooke, so there’s no worries, there.”  

“Alright, can’t wait to meet her.”  

Eddie and Dylan share a look, one that Kayla misses as she starts to welcome in a few new classmates.  

- 

The bell rings for lunch for the rest of the elementary school and end of day for the kindergarteners. Mrs. Franklin, or Miss. Thompson, as Dylan knows her, helps all her students with their backpacks and jackets. It’s one thing to manage five-year-olds, it’s another to get them to stop wrestling and help them simultaneously.  

The Munson boys are certainly no help, Josh trying to stick his finger up Jace’s nose, pinning him down on the dirty floor as Jace wiggles underneath him. Kayla wished Josh would stop telling Jace he’s his uncle and he has to listen to him, that way she wouldn’t have to hold back her laughter so hard.  

“Okay, Mr. and Mr. Munson, break it up, your parents will be here any minute now. Get up.” They both switch their glances up to her, eyebrows raised over wide eyes. “Get up.”  

They roll their eyes, Josh reluctantly getting off Jace slowly and helping him up. Slowly but surely, parents start to pick their kids up, both Munsons waiting for their parents anxiously. You wonder in with your youngest, a little three year old by the name of Stevie. She holds onto your pointer and middle finger anxiously, eyes darting around at the unfamiliar noises and faces.  

Your son is seemingly nowhere to be seen, usually seen with his counterpart but you can’t see him around the crowd of parents kneeling with their kids and asking how their day was. The teacher,  someone both Dylan and Eddie insisted is the best in the school, approaches you kindly to ask which kid is yours.  

Before you can even answer Josh runs into you, happily glancing up at you as he wraps his arms around your legs. “Hi, baby,” you greet him, kneeling down as you pet his sweet face.  

You miss the peculiar look Mrs. Franklin, or Kayla as Eddie referred to her as, gives you. Surprised to say the least that the Mrs. Munson she has yet to meet is so young. Her brows furrow even further when Jace notices you, yelling, “Grandma!” as he also runs for a hug.  

“Were you boys nice to Mrs. Franklin today?”  

“Of course!” Josh smiles, and you squint through his bullshit.  

“Well we’re gonna make sure to be nicer or we’re gonna have to lose our tablet privileges, won’t we?”  

You get back up, smiling at their grumbly faces. They never listen to new adults, it was a field day at their first day of preschool. One glance to their teacher’s observant face told you all you needed to know. “Eddie didn’t warn you, he?”  

“No, but they did have a peculiar look on their faces when I mentioned meeting you. Should’ve known better, with those two,” you tilt your head, curious at what she meant. “Seriously, your husband needs to tell you more. I taught Dylan when he was in kindergarten.”  

“Oh!” you exclaim, somewhat surprised. “That’s really cool! Were you surprised to see Eddie wi–” 

“With another kid,” she interrupts, laughing, “yes, I was. I’m happy to see that he found someone else, Brooke, was, well, she was not a nice person.”  

Your eyebrows raise at the mention of your husband’s ex-wife, this being the first person she meets outside Eddie’s inner circle to having even mentioned Brooke. “So, I’ve heard.”  

“Hey mom,” you hear behind you, you shove the owner before you even see him, rolling your eyes.  

It’s very recently become a silly habit of Dylan’s to call you mom, due to your son asking why his brother calls his mom by her real name and not mom like he does. After the best attempt at explaining Dylan has a different mom who is no longer around, Josh is still confused and insists that you still act like his mom, so therefore, are Dylan’s mom. 

It was awkward at first, but now it’s a little inside joke. If you were told when you first got together with Eddie that Dylan would be referring to you as a maternal figure, you probably would’ve hit them on the head for fucking with you.  

“Hey, kiddo,” you tease back, mocking his twisted face expression. “They were apparently giving her a hard time today.”  

“Of course they were. You know we can ask one of you to switch classes, right?” Dylan asks, an aura of authority in his voice.  

Their eyes go wide, even though it was a threat in their preschool room, they have yet to consider this. You didn’t want to resort to threats but with their shenanigans, it's literally one of the only things that will work.  

“C’mon, your dad is making your favorite for dinner,” your shoulder cascades around Josh’s shoulder, telling him to say bye to his nephew and that he’ll see him tomorrow.  

Two years later, Stevie shows up with her dark curls down to her shoulders after her father, giggling as she says hi to the teacher.  

That was the last time Kayla taught one of Eddie Munson’s kids. Or, so she assumed.  

- 

The double doors to the high school flew open, big black boots echoing as the large leather jacket trails behind a slim torso. He takes the immediate left into the office, his presence large, with grey streaks leaking into his roots and an angry look on his face.  

The kind administration lady looks up to his expectant face, the curiosity quickly melting into confounded terror. “Can I help you?” 

“Apparently Stevie Munson is in the office right now?” Better be a damn good reason for peeling me away from one of the only moments I have left alone with my wife, he thinks, eyes observing around the office.  

“Yes, she is, uh, are you her–” 

“Her father, are you going to let me in the office or do I have to let myself in?” 

The surprise that fills her features would be charming if Eddie wasn’t so fucking annoyed. He’s used to the assumption by now, but for the moment he just doesn’t have any patience in his body.  

“You can go right ahead, Mr. Munson,” she peeps out, gesturing to the door marked Principal. Eddie’s not sure why he even asked, or how he had the foresight to ask, first. He’s surprised, honestly.  

The door opens to face the school principal, his daughter and a boy sitting two seats away from her nursing his face with an ice pack. “Mr. Munson, welcome in! Have a seat.”  

“No thanks,” Eddie answers, polite, but curt. He looks at his daughter, “What happened?”  

She opens her mouth to answer but is interrupted by the bald principal, “I didn’t ask you, I asked her. What happened?” He directs his attention back to his daughter.

She smiles at him, the same sweet smile his wife bares. “This guy touched my ass under my skirt, so I punched him in the face.”  

Eddie’s brows raised, teeth gritted as he sends a daggers at the boy he is now aware assaulted his daughter. “I’m sorry?” He asks, now directed to the principal.  

“So she says,” the principal says, eyes widening at how Eddie manages to look murderous. “Granted, even if Mr. Jackson did do that, it’s not a good enough reason to assault him. She will be suspended for two days.”  

Eddie laughs, loudly, shaking his head at the gall, the fucking nerve. This principal is extremely lucky it was him who answered his phone and not you. “Really? My daughter got sexually assaulted and your reaction to her defending herself is suspending her? Are you fucking kidding me?”  

“Mr. Munson, if you could please calm down and have a seat,” he starts, gesturing to the chair, yet again.  

“Oh, I am calm. You don’t want to see me angry,” Eddie answers, the Hulk flashing through his mind. “You deciding to punish her tells me exactly why this little shit felt confident enough to lay his hands on her, to begin with. I just think about all the other girls he’s done this to, too afraid to speak up, I wonder how many times he’s done this with no consequence to feel confident enough to touch under a skirt. What the fuck is this place? No-tolerance bullying policy? Utter bullshit.”  

“Mr. Munson, calm down before I call security–”  

“Don’t make me laugh. Seriously. Don’t.” Eddie sighs, pinching his nose. “If you do suspend her, I will press charges against him and I will sue this fucking school. If you punish him, like you’re supposed to, take him off his team for the season, put him in detention for a month, I don’t care, something with fucking consequences, I won’t. You decide.” 

He looks down at the little shit, whimpering as he still nurses the barely there bruise. “You better hope I don’t hear you doing this shit to any other girl in this school, or you won’t get into any college in the country.” He pauses, opening the office door to an audience. Maybe he was louder than he thought he was. “C’mon Stevie, let’s go get some fucking ice cream.”  

When you heard about how your husband stuck up for your daughter like that, you got on your knees for him in the bathroom. That might’ve cheered him up a bit.  

- 

The sounds are familiar yet foreign when you wake up to the blindingly white room, the chatter in the hallway and some heart monitor beeping. Two people immediately come into focus, Josh, sitting at the end of the bed on his phone, Stevie sitting concerned by your head.  

You moan, sitting up in your bed annoyed at the stark contrast of the back of your eyelids. “What the hell?”  

“Mom!” Josh shouts, getting up and standing on the other side of his sister.  

“Mom,” Stevie runs out of the room, calling for a doctor.  

You look to your son, brows furrowed. “What happened?”  

“You passed out at the grocery store. You fainted and you didn’t wake up until just now.”  

Your brows raise, because you haven’t felt off even the slightest. The dizziness hit you out of nowhere, going from fine to woozy in two seconds and falling flat on your face. “How long ago did that happen?” 

“Like twenty minutes? The ambulance got there pretty quickly,” he admits, turning his head to his sister and the nurse coming in the door. 

“Mrs. Munson! So glad to see you awake. I’ll let the doctor know and he should be able to give your results,” she says, sweet smile as she turns away.  

Stevie’s bottom lip is stuck out, quivering as she grabs the hand containing an IV line. You thought that was a bit much. “Stevie, I’m okay.” 

“Are you sure, because I heard the nurses saying it’s not normal to stay out that long after fainting. What if you’re sick?”  

“I’m okay,” you insist, watching both their worried faces. “Fuck, you called your dad, didn’t you?” 

“Uh, yes! He would’ve killed us if we didn’t!” Josh laughs, leaning back in his chair.  

As if summoned, your husband pokes his head in, his eyes wide as he walks in the room, hands out to you as his long legs take him to the head of the bed. “Fucking Christ.” 

“Hi, baby,” you greet him, leaning into the forehead kiss that he gives you. “I’m okay.” 

“Fainting in the fucking grocery store, fucking hell. My god, baby.” He looks over to his kids, “What tests have they done, so far?” 

“Just a blood test, I think,” Stevie shrugs. 

“They might do an MRI but that could take weeks of waiting.” Josh offers no comfort to his dad despite his best efforts.  

“I’m okay, really.” You insist to all their worried faces. “You didn’t call anyone else, did you?”  

“Uh, we called Dylan,” Josh says, wincing at your annoyed face. “And Jace.”  

“Fuck,” you mutter, intertwining your hand with Eddie’s rough one.  

The doctor doesn’t come as quickly as the nurse promised, but he comes within two hours. “Oh, hello, you have quite the visitors, don’t you?”  

You shrug, rubbing his thumb as it anxiously rubs your hand.  

“We have the results, inconclusively.” The air is tense, every one of the family seemingly expecting terrible news. “Congrats! You’re pregnant.”  

You knew nothing was wrong, but this was not what you were expecting. You’re forty-two, Eddie is nearly seventy. You weren’t even sure he could still get you pregnant. You meet your husband’s eyes, sharing a bewildered smile.  

In the meantime, shouts of disgust from your teenage kids fill the room, standing up with tense shoulders.  

“Gross!” 

“Ew! I didn’t even know you guys still did it! Oh my god! Ew!!!!”  

You bite your lip, shrugging. “Are you wanting to be a father to a newborn at almost 70?”  

Eddie smirks, leaning in for a kiss that makes your kids jeer again. “Bring it on, baby.”  

Steve calls an hour later, concerned for the text his name sake sent him. When Eddie informs him, you’re pregnant, twenty years of karma hits tenfold.  

When Steve and Jocelyn said they were pregnant with Eliza fifteen years after having Dustin, Eddie spent the pregnancy making fun of their oopsie baby. Asking if they knew what protection was, joking how they still had sex, telling them to keep it in their pants, the works.  

Now, Steve was more than happy to return the favor. “A baby at 70, you old bastard? What was that you told me twenty years ago? God, I’m surprised you two still do it, considering how low Eddie’s ball sack must be hanging.”  

“You wish you could see my ball sack, you asshole,” Eddie teases, laughing with you as you sigh. “You’re just jealous I can still keep it up, you geriatric bastard.”  

- 

Five years later, when Eddie and Kayla are older, he wanders into classroom #3 for the last time, holding his third son who ends up being notoriously clingy towards his older father.  

It’s ironic to the both of them how Eddie has a son for both Kayla’s first and last year of teaching, keeping tabs on one another for the duration of forty years.  

Eddie doesn’t say anything, letting Tommy down and dismissing her questioning look. Don’t wanna talk about it.

By the time Tommy is 18, Eddie is too old to give a shit, wondering constantly what Wayne’s opinion will be when he ends up knocking on heaven’s door.  

When you got into your sixties, Eddie was full of gratitude, thankful that you will no longer be confused for one of his kids despite his actual kids all calling you mom. He makes fun of your vision, stealing his reading glasses constantly despite his constant insisting that you get your own pair.  

Despite the smile lines by his lips and his eyes, the sunspots decorating his skin, you still stare up at him like you did when he was forty-seven.  

Your lives were forever intertwined from the moment you saw him, from the moment he saw you. He lies down in your bed next to you for the millionth time, his hand caressing your side, pressing kisses on whiskered lips, it doesn’t occur to you to ever be anything less than woefully in love with him.     

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[elizais]

"an honorary girl!"

chuuya comes to your girl's night chuu x fem reader, no warnings?? summary, chuuya comes to your girls night dividers by v6que

chuuya had come to pick you up from a girl's lunch, and was greeted by your friend group and you in the cafe. "hey doll," he greeted you, taking off his gloves and putting them in his pockets. something he always done prior to holding hands with you.

"hey chuu!!" you smiled as you stood up. you had already paid your part of the bill. your friends smiled at chuuya as he treated you like an absolute princess, grabbing your bag for you.

"oh, y/n! girls night is on for saturday, do you need it to be moved for a different date?" one of your friends asked, and chuuya pretended to act shocked. "am i not invited?" he teased you.

the same friend added, "well, if you bring work gossip and good food and drinks we can consider you being an honorary girl.." the rest of the group burst out laughing as chuuya took the offer. "you bet."

and that was what left you here. telling your boyfriend that fluffy pajamas were mandatory for girl's night. "but we aren't even sleeping around kiyoko's? everyone is leaving at midnight." he argued, not understanding it was crucial to be in fluffy pjs.

"that is not the point, love. it is just more fun in pjs!! at least change in to some plaid bottoms and a graphic tee..." you whined, "okay, princess." he sighed.

the drive over was full of you explaining what would happen. which of your friends will choose the movie today, boy drama, snacks.. all of it!

so, when you arrived that was just what happened. all of the girls seemed to be entertained by chuuya's presence, finding it hilarious he actually turned up.

beauty and the beast was switched on to mindlessly play in the background as chiyo began the gossip. her and her ex had been talking again and was asking the girls (+ chuuya) for advice.

"no, yeah! he just completely blanked me a week ago when we bumped into each other but then he is messaging me asking how my day was? i just don't get it!" she groaned, the group of girls sat in a circle as chuuya sat down after grabbing chips from the kitchen.

he sat next to you as he spoke, "maybe he didn't think how to react when he saw you in the mall?" he suggested. promptly earning a smack to the face with a pillow from you.

"chuuya, boys are stupid. like yeah you're a guy but it's just different! y/n basically trained you as a boyfriend." kiyoko shrugged, explaining why you smacked him.

the other girls hummed in agreement before another spoke through giggles, "chuuya.. do you have any boy drama??" she joked. you knew just how to tease your boyfriend.

"oh, yes he does! tell them about daz-" you rallied before he cut you off. "don't get me started. it started when we were like.. fifteen but that mackerel just doesn't keep himself out of danger!!" he complained.

"who's mackerel?" another girl asked. chuuya answered, "this guy who like i used to be partners with but then he blew up my car so we aren't really on the best of terms.." he began to ramble.

the rest of the night chuuya truly experienced an authentic 'girls night'. a delicacy that cannot be replicated. gasps of shock. food thrown. gossip spread.. he has never seen such a rollercoaster of emotions in the best way imaginable.

[halsteadlover]

Under Fire

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Paramedic!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hey! Could you write an imagine where the reader is a paramedic and one day a person starts shooting at the ambo and Jay is called? Then he would be worried when he sees the reader there.

• Warnings: mention of sex, blood, gunshot, bad writing (yes it’s gonna be a warning from now on).

• Word count: 4289.

• A/N: this is by far one of the ugliest fics ever and honestly I’m even ashamed I posted it. It didn’t turn the way I wanted but I was too lazy and had no time to write it all again so here it is 💀 Sorry for the ppl who expected a good worried!Jay fic 😭 I’m sorry for any mistake too and of course I know all the ‘medical’ staff was probably inaccurate so pls bear with me lol

“Baby, breakfast is ready!”.

Jay's voice muffled to your ears from the kitchen as you hurriedly got ready for work, super late. You tied your hair into a ponytail, not wanting to waste any more time trying to fix it before running to the kitchen where Jay had just set breakfast on the table.

“I'm late honey I can't eat,” you said frantically, leaning closer to him and kissing him on the lips before stealing a waffle which you popped into your mouth and began to eat as you looked for your car keys.

“Babe you can't go to work without having breakfast,” Jay retorted as he drank his cup of coffee and watched you amused.

“Yeah? And whose fault is it that I’m late?” you asked ironically “Have you seen my keys baby? Damn it… I can't find them anywhere.”

Jay chuckled and there was no need to say he found them as soon as he started to search for them. He was about to hand them to you but suddenly put his hands behind his back. “I want a kiss first.”

You giggled like a little girl and placed your free hand on his face, kissing him passionately, as if it was the first time you'd seen him in ages. No matter how much time passed, Jay managed to have on you the same effect as the first day, and for a moment, lost in your senses, you almost forgot you had to run away to work.

“Mmmh,” he murmured into the kiss, intensifying it as his arm went around your waist, pressing your body further against his.

“Stop…” you muttered between kisses as you giggled “No,” one kiss “That’s not…” another kiss “Fair…” and yet another one. “You’ve already made me late this morning.”

“Baby it's not my fault you're so stunning. You know I can't keep my hands to myself,” he kept kissing you, taking the opportunity to shamelessly squeeze your ass. “You were naked in our bed, you really expected me not to fuck the shit out of you?”.

“Stop, you're making me hot again,” you placed your hands on his chest to push him away, receiving a frown from him. In a moment of distraction you grabbed the keys from his hand and took your bag, before giving him one last sweet kiss and go to the door “See you tonight baby, I love you. Be careful okay?”.

“I love you too princess, text me when you can and be careful too. Don't you even dare come back with even a scratch!”.

But unfortunately, things don’t always go the way we want them to.

Your morning was going well, you were on shift with Sylvie who wasted no time teasing you, between calls, about being late that morning.

“If you're jealous because I'm having hot sex and you're not, just say it blondie,” you retorted laughing, getting from your co-worker a little slap on the back of your head as she kept her eyes on the road while driving the ambo.

“You’re really a bitch you know that? Of course I'm jealous! Do you know how long it's been since I've been with someone? I don't even know what a penis looks like anymore.”

You giggled. “If after every shift you literally fly home to go to sleep, don't complain if you can't find anyone. You need to go out Sylvie, Molly's is always crowded, you'll find someone who can't wait to rail you.”

She burst out laughing. “Rail me? Where did this come from?”.

“I mean… You know… I didn't know the meaning of these words before I met my boyfriend…” you answered and Sylvie let out a fake gag while you dreamily recalled your intense sexual life with Jay.

“You are disgusting,” the blonde replied even though she laughed. Before she could add anything though, there was a call of a shooting with victim and the joyful and playful air disappeared almost instantly.

You were about to text Jay, updating him on the progress of your shift but you mentally cursed as you noticed your cell phone was dead and that’s when you remembered you didn't charge it last night.

You put it back in your pocket, mental noting you’d charge it as soon as you got back to the station.

When you and Sylvie arrived with sirens blaring at the scene where the shooting had taken place, you couldn't help but notice the amount of people there looking on curiously and trying to figure out what was going on. That neighborhood was not the most idyllic and safe, given the unfortunate presence of criminals and drug addicts, and you mentally prayed you could finish as soon as possible since you didn't feel at all calm in that place.

A man in his fifties came running towards you, cell phone in hand and a terrified expression on his face.

“What happened sir? Where’s the victim?” Sylvie asked as you fetched the first aid kit bags.

“This way. There's been a shooting… There's a young man… I don't know if he's still alive.”

The man pointed to a person lying on the ground, immersed in his own blood and at a rough guess he didn't seem to be more than 16 years old. He was just a little boy.

“We'll take care of it from now sir. Thank you for calling us. Now go back in your house and stay safe,” you said and he nodded before storming off and locking himself inside his house along with his family.

You put on your gloves and leaned over the victim. You checked his carotid pulse and breathing. “He’s breathing and there is still a pulse. But it's too weak.”

Sylvie lifted the victim's shirt, revealing the shotgun at stomach level, and spun him on his side for a moment. “There is an exit wound.”

“I'm putting an IV,” you stated before taking the necessary kit while Sylvie controlled the bleeding by dabbing the wound with clean gauze which was soaked in blood in no time. After placing the tourniquet, it was difficult to find an accessible vein due to the copious blood loss but eventually you succeeded.

As you continued to do everything in your power to keep the still unconscious patient alive, you didn't realize all passers-by had left and that a suspicious car was approaching until the sound of a shot broke the silence.

Your heart stopped for an instant.

It all happened so fast and in just few seconds that you didn't even realize what was happening.

It was all so fast but so slow at the same time.

Everything seemed to stop around you, the world started spinning fast and slow at the same time which you didn't even believe was possible. The seconds seemed to have turned into minutes, hours, and in you kept wondering when it would end.

You and Sylvie threw yourselves to cover the victim, but not before a bullet went through your arm causing you to scream in pain. “Fuck!” you exclaimed as an excruciating pain made you bend to the ground for an instant.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” exclaimed Sylvie, rushing towards you regardless of the danger. Your hand covered your wound from where blood gushed and you tried to take a few breaths to try to regain control of yourself. You hadn't been shot at before by now, but damn it hurt like hell.

“I'm fine,” you murmured and when you opened your eyes you saw a woman lying on the ground not far from you. “Shit… Sylvie, go to that woman…”

Sylvie glanced between you and the poor woman lying on the asphalt, not sure what to do. “I am fine. Go! I'll take care of it here!”.

She nodded and grabbed a first aid bag before running to the woman, leaving you with the still unconscious victim. You checked him to make sure he wasn't hit and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw he wasn't.

You called for help on your radio before getting up with no small effort, dragging the victim behind a car, thus keeping you sheltered.

Your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do, the fear they'd come back to kill you paralyzed you. You leaned against the car, bringing your eyes to the wound on your arm and noticing you were losing more blood than you would’ve expected.

“Shit,” you winched in pain even if the adrenaline rushed through your veins. You decided not to think about it and just treat the patient until help arrived, after all you weren't going to die from a shot in an arm.

You got up from the car and approached the patient, noticing the movement of his chest was no longer regular and that he was struggling to breathe. You took your stethoscope and listened to his chest, hearing crackles and a muffled sound in the right lung.

“Damn it,” you whispered to yourself, taking deep breaths as the pain became more intense and trying to focus solely on the victim and not on the excruciating pain you were feeling. The victim had a pneumothorax and you knew if you didn't treat it right away, you ran the risk of losing him before help even arrived.

You took all the kit needed to aspirate the air from his lung but your hand was shaking too much to be able to proceed. “Come on. You can do it,” you kept telling yourself and breathing deeply. With no little effort you managed to make a small incision and insert the small catheter to allow the air to escape. You listened to his lungs again after a bit with the stethoscope and breathed a sigh of relief when you realized the pulmonary sound was good and he was breathing properly. You fixed the catheter to his chest with a plaster and continued to treat the wound on the abdomen.

He was losing too much blood and if he hadn't gone to the hospital immediately he would’ve died there in front of you.

Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your arms and body were giving up as you noticed in the distance Sylvie giving a CPR to the woman who had presumably also been shot.

You heard the sound of sirens of the police and of another ambulance in the distance and for the first time in the last half hour your heart started properly beating again.

Jay, meanwhile, didn't have a clue what was going on, that you'd been shot, rushed to the hospital, or he’d completely lose his mind.

His day, unlike yours, was going on normally and no new cases had turned up so he spent the morning sorting through paperwork and old reports that were still incomplete.

He checked his cell phone to see if you'd answered him but still nothing. The last time he knew about you was when he saw you walk out the door of the apartment you shared and he couldn't stop the veil of anxiety that had passed through him. He knew he was exaggerating, as you were most likely having a busy morning and for this reason you hadn’t reached out to him.

He tried to keep his mind at bay, to stay calm and tell himself everything would be fine, that you were okay and he’d hear from you soon.

But when he saw Sylvie's name on the screen as his cell phone rang, he knew immediately that something wasn’t right and the slight feeling of anxiety was replaced by a real vice in his stomach.

“Sylvie? What happened? Is my girlfriend okay?” he asked as soon as he answered the call, without even giving her time to say anything. He knew something was up and didn’t want to waist time.

“Jay…” she breathed out, her voice clearly shaking but Jay couldn't care less.

“Sylvie tell me immediately what the hell happened. Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?” he ordered in a harsh and hostile tone, more than he ever wanted to.

“We are at Med's and…”

That was all it took for him to go crazy and not understand anything anymore.

Before she could finish her sentence he had already hung up the phone and, without even notifying his boss, he exited the unit at lightning speed, under the gaze of his worried and astonished teammates.

His mind kept repeating the last words spoken by Sylvie and never as in that moment did he feel like the world completely collapsed on him. He hadn't even asked what happened, whether you were okay or not, and as he drove like a madman through the streets of Chicago, he kept praying, praying and praying.

“God please let her be okay,” he kept muttering to himself, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he felt like it was going to stop at any moment. He tried to call you several times but each time it directed him to your voicemail. “Fuck!” he had exclaimed hitting the steering wheel in frustration and after throwing the cell phone on the passenger seat, without caring whether it broke or not.

You had to be okay, it couldn't have been otherwise. You had to be okay because you had to spend the rest of your life with him, he had to marry you, start a family with you, raise your children, maybe have pets, and to do that you had to feel good.

Jay knew that your job, as well as his, could be dangerous, but that didn't make the anxiety any less oppressive, the fear of losing you any less crippling.

It might seem like an exaggeration but he couldn't live without you, he couldn't imagine a life in which you weren't there, he couldn't imagine coming home and not finding you there preparing dinner with so much care and love, he couldn't imagine coming home and not finding you walking barefoot, the music blasting while you danced and sang as you cleaned the house, he couldn't imagine waking up in the morning and not feeling your body against his, the scent of your hair entering his nostrils, your arms holding him preventing him from getting up to go to work when you weren't on shift.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he babbled not wanting to even think about this possibility as he darted through the streets without even bothering to stop at red lights and risking causing accidents at least a couple of times.

When he got to the hospital he immediately ran towards the nurses' station, failing even to realize that Maggie was already talking to a patient.

“Maggie where is Y/N? Is she fine?” he asked frantically getting a glare from the gentleman who was previously talking to Maggie. She shot an apologetic look at the man and nodded to the room you were in before giving her attention back to the patient.

Jay ran towards the room and without even thinking twice pulled the curtain away, an expression of pure fear and concern on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you were lying on the crib, alive.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, not expecting to find your boyfriend in front of you in the hospital, lifting yourself up as if to reach him.

“Y/N stay still,” Connor admonished you, who was tending your wound.

“Oh thank God,” Jay finally managed to calm down and finally breathe again. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your face with his still trembling hands, leaving a kiss on your forehead. It lasted longer than it should’ve but Jay didn't care, he just wanted to savor the moment, smell the scent of your hair, your skin, and realize you were really there in front of him, that you hadn't left him.

“Halstead, you shouldn't be here,” Connor commented without looking up from the bullet hole in your arm.

“Shut up Rhodes, just focus about treating her,” Jay retorted and the serious tone in which he said it caused both you and Connor to chuckle but as soon as you looked at him you stopped immediately, noticing the expression of pain and concern with which he was looking at you.

“What happened baby? My God…” he stroked your face, your hair, “Why didn't you call me? What did they do to you?”. His eyes moved from your features to your arm and he immediately knew it was a bullet hole. He had assumed that you’d been pushed, maybe fallen somewhere, but he hadn't thought it was a shot at all.

Anxiety and worry were quickly replaced by anger and rage and in that precise moment he promised himself he’d make the bastard who had done this to you, who had dared to hurt you, pay.

“I told Sylvie not to call you…” you started talking, not answering Jay's questions but he cut you off, “Y/N please… I'm mad enough you didn't call me and I had to hear from your colleague you ended up in the hospital, don’t even think about making jokes right now.”

“Sorry Jay, it's just… You were at work and I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine as you can see and Connor will fix me.”

“You're not fine,” Connor intervened, glancing at you before continuing to treat the wound “If you hadn't continued to treat the victim your arm wouldn't be in so bad shape, the bullet had gone too deep. But luckily I'm very good at my job.”

If looks could kill, you should’ve been petrified after Jay's glare.

“Connor, you really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?”.

“Y/N,” Jay spoke up “I'm not playing and I'm about to lose my mind. Tell me what the hell happened.”

You sighed, looking down at your belly as you recalled those moments of terror that seemed to have happened not long ago but at the same time, so long ago.

Jay noticed the way your free hand was shaking slightly and he felt guilty for raising his voice after the traumatic event you had suffered earlier that morning. “Sorry baby,” he said, caressing your cheeks and then giving you another soft kiss on your forehead. He held you as best he could, your head level with his stomach as he continued to stroke your hair, your cheeks, trying to calm you down. It was his way of saying he was there, that you were safe and never like then did you mentally thank Sylvie for calling him.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. Everything will be okay baby.”

God only knew how terrified you were, how afraid you were of dying, never seeing the love of your life again, never hugging him again and feeling him holding you, cradling and caressing you… Shit, this was one of the best feelings you ever had the pleasure of trying in your life.

You kept thinking over and over of those scary moments, the sound of those gunshots you knew would echo in your mind for far too long. No manual, no course would’ve ever prepared you for all this, you knew that being a paramedic would’ve taken you to places where danger was around the corner, but the adrenaline, the fear, that terror… No one would’ve ever been able to preparing for this.

You didn't even realize Connor had finished bandaging your wound until you saw with the corner of your eye he was getting up and collecting all the dirty gauze and other tools he had used. “I can't stress enough about the fact you don't have to exert yourself. You have to rest for at least a week, after that you can do some office work, but no work on the field until you’ll be able to move your arm.”

“Trust me she won’t. Thanks Rhodes,” Jay replied and Connor gave him a smile, then patted him on the shoulder with an ungloved hand.

“I'll leave you two alone.”

You tried to move you arm a bit but it was still numb from the local anesthetic. Jay sat on the edge of the bed, taking your free hand and intertwining his fingers with yours as his thumb stroked your back.

“You made me worry to death you know? I think I've died and risen a thousand times in the last hour.” He was the one who spoke first, but his tone was soft and reassuring. His free hand stroked your face, tucking a strand of hair that had escaped your ponytail, behind your ear.

“I'm so sorry Jay,” you mumbled back, feeling awfully guilty to see him like this, features contracted up with concern, eyes shining.

“You don't have to apologize, I'm just so happy you're okay,” he hugged you and you returned that hug, with your free arm. “God Y/N, I wouldn't have known what to do without you. I've never been so scared as today...” he kept talking “Don't ever do this to me again.”

“I was so scared Jay… I…” you stammered, trying to swallow the lump in your throat “I thought I'd never see you again…”

“Shh, it's okay. I'm here now and you're safe, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore,” he tried to calm you down even if he was feeling a storm inside. He was angry, furious, because he wasn't there to protect you, because if he had the person responsible in his hands he would’ve killed them with his bare hands, because he hated seeing you like that, scared, trembling in his arms. And he wanted to cry, cry so hard, because the fear he'd had of losing you was paralyzing.

Jay had never been in a situation where he’d even think you weren't next to him. To him it was like you were a superhero, immortal, that one way or another you'd always come back to him and he had taking all of this for granted. Reality had hit him full blown and left him breathless, making him lose the ground under his feet, the world collapsing around him and made him understand it wasn't like this, that fate was sometimes a bastard and that only event made him realize how important you were to him. Maybe even more than he could have ever imagined.

How much he loved you, for goodness sake, it was overwhelming. You were his whole world, and however absurd, ridiculous, cheesy, or over the top that might seem, Jay really couldn't live without you. It was a phrase he had told you so many times but in that particular absurd event it took on an even deeper and more real meaning and he really, really couldn't exist in a world where you weren't by his side.

And he didn't care how cheesy any of that sounded, it was the plain, simple, unequivocal truth.

“Baby you're choking me,” you muttered as he began to hold you so tight it literally blocked your breath. Your voice brought him back to reality, “Shit. Sorry, baby I didn't realize it,” he said giving you a kiss on the lips and you smiled at him, “It's okay.”

“Are you okay? Do you need something?”.

You shook your head, your lids suddenly feeling heavy. “No, just some rest.”

Jay smiled sweetly, looking at you with so much love and affection. “I know baby, I know. As soon as they prepare the discharge documents, I'll take you home and you can rest as long as you want.”

You nodded and the tender expression on your face made his heart explode. Had he already said how much he fucking loved you? “You'll stay with me right? I need you.”

“Do you really think I would’ve left you alone knowing what you've been through? I'll take the rest of the day off and, since I have a lot of accumulated vacation days, I’ll take the next few weeks as well.”

You smiled faintly. You didn’t want him to not go to work and felt selfish but God, you needed him so badly so you didn’t even complain. “Thank you love.”

“Do you feel like telling me what happened?” Jay asked, now impatient. You told him everything from how you were treating the victim, to the shooting and until help arrived. It goes without saying how furious Jay was when you finished speaking and how he looked ready to smash something against the walls.

“It's over baby, I'm really fine now, luckily they hit me on the arm and not elsewhere where it could’ve been so much worse. I'll get better soon, you know how these things go,” you tried to reassure him, placing your hand on his face and stroking his skin, a gesture that made him relax a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad Y/N, I’m furious. You are the most precious thing in my life and I’d kill anyone for even touch a strand of your hair in the wrong way. Knowing you were there alone, that you couldn't defend yourself, someone dared to hurt you… I can’t even explain the rage I’m feeling right now,” he replied, the tone of low voice as your words kept echoing in his mind. “I'm so sorry my baby,” he caressed your face “My precious princess. I’m so sorry for not being there and failing to protect you. It shouldn't have happened, especially not to you. If something…”

“No love no,” you interrupted him, not letting him finish that sentence “Let's not think about that. I'm here now, you're here with me and that's all that matters, okay?”.

“I know, I know,” he replied. But they’ll still have to pay for what they did to you.

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author's note. finally writing something after like a month, had this unbearable burst of motivation. this one is heavily inspired by nothing by bruno major. listen to it while reading this if you want the full experience:)

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warnings: fluff, angst. lowercase intended.

summary: moments with his girlfriend that altered Charles Leclerc's brain chemistry

charles leclerc wasn't exactly a man who knew his way with words. he might not have perfect answers for every question he was asked, but he could tell you one thing. if anyone were to ask what his favorite thing to do, ever, was, he would tell you that it was doing nothing with his girl.

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she kept tossing and turning in the bed, not caring enough that it might wake up the man beside her. she couldn't care less that he was tired, that he had just returned home a few hours prior after a double header, and that he was a light sleeper. the windows were open to let the summer breeze in, and her skin was starting to itch. he was starting to wake.

he eventually turns to face her, having had enough of her whines. 'what is it' he tried to sound irritated, but he wasn't fooling anyone. he could never be annoyed, not with her. 'i want ice cream' he sighed, getting up and walking into the kitchen to fetch her some. he comes back in a minute, pointing an accusatory finger at her. 'you' he moves to sit on the bed, just as she gets up, leaning her weight on her elbows. 'you had all the ice cream we had-' 'i can explain-'.

they both sit across each other in a small ice cream shop 20 minutes later. she thanks whatever god there is that this store was somehow open at this unconventional time, and that too in some alley away from the streets that she was sure were still busy and, oh so noisy.

she feels giddy, like a kid in a candy store. which, she suppose she was. charles watches her with a smile on his face, in a sweater she will be sure to rip off him the minute they get back home. he hasn't had a single bite of the strawberry ice cream she had ordered for him, too busy watching her.

she somehow manages to get her own strawberry ice cream on her nose, and charles doesnt even realise what he's doing until she looks up at him as he wipes the ice cream off her nose with his thumb, and licks it. he reaches his body over the small table a minute later, and kisses her. he then leans back in his chair, and finally starts eating his ice cream, after being threatened by his girlfriend.

charles steals glances at her and tries not to get caught, like he was a school boy trying to look at his crush without making it too obvious that he was staring. he tries to commit this frame to his memory, almost like he was never going to experience it again. he pays for two chocolate ice creams to go, and holds out the door as he lets her settle into the passenger seat of his car before placing the bag in her lap.

charles wasn't a relegious person by any means, no, so he thanks the universe instead, for keeping the ice cream shop open. he likes to think that it was something more than a coincidence.

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charles likes to act like he hates the notebook, which wasn't entirely false. he doesn't hate watching it with his girlfriend, but he hates how many times she has made him watch that one single godforsaken movie.

he grumbles into her shoulder, complaining for the 100th time that evening. they had been too lazy to put on decent clothes and go out to eat, so take out and movie night it was. the notebook plays on the tv, and boxes of chinese takeout lay on the coffee table as charles' lays his body on top of his girlfriend's on the couch.

'charles, if i hear you say anything one more time so help me god i will throw you out of the window'. he laughs at this, amused as he imagines how the scene would actually play out. she shushes him, and keeps her palm flat against his lips, and it stays there until he gets bored again and starts licking it.

it's her turn to be amused when she hears him wiping his nose with a hand kerchief just as the movie comes to an end. she takes out her phone, and takes what feels like a hundred photos of him crying to the movie he supposedly hates.

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they're both panting, their legs tangled together, both laying on their backs to the mattress, with a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies. she says they should really get up and shower, or they'll be too hot to get any actual sleep. 'in a minute', he says.

he turns to look at her, and she keeps staring at the ceiling. he feels like he could cry when she looks up at him with hooded eyes. he tells her how much he loves her, with infant tears adorning his eyes. she pulls the bedsheet over their bodies, and leans closer to bite at his bottom lip.

he pulls her closer and she eventually ends up on top of him, her chin on his chest and looking up at him with those eyes again. no words could ever convey what they feel for eachother, and they stay in a heap on the bed, too tired to do anything else.

he tells her how much he adores her and how she was the love of his life, 4 more times before she falls asleep on his chest. charles always makes sure to leave no words unsaid. he always says enough for the both of them.

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charles holds his heart on his sleeve as he tries not to freak out, his fiance far too drunk to be dancing on a table the way she was, on a fucking yacht nonetheless. he hovers around the table, ready to catch her when she inevitably falls.

what was supposed to be a small dinner with some friends on his yatch, had somehow turned into an overnight party, thanks to pierre being pierre. she had originally not wanted to attend the party at all, feigning tiredness. charles wondered where it had gone, the minute she saw pierre and his girlfriend.

she falls over the edge of the table, red wine splattering all over the floor of charles' yacht. her upper body suffers no impact, unlike her legs and thighs, charles having caught her in time. he later rubs her legs with muscle spray on their bed back home, her being too gone to register the act.

she wakes up with no pain body pains, and charles doesn't mention her hurting herself ever again.

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lando makes them play mario kart, wanting to finally defeat charles after losing brutally every single time he's played with the monegasque. they're on the couch, shouting like teenage boys when she gets home with grocery bags almost falling out of her hands in their hallway.

she huffs and puffs as she puts them away in assigned cabinets, and she thinks she hears lando crying. finally making her way to the living room with a cup of tea in her hands, she watches lando making mistakes he could've easily avoided, only if he wasn't so stupid.

she tells him exactly that as she snatches the controller from his hands, and he's too shocked to say anything. charles lets out a laugh, and lando doesn't worry much because he knows charles was too good at this game to not win, and patiently waits for his turn to call her stupid.

she leaps up from the couch, and shoves her hands into charles' face, being too smug about her win. lando stares at him, slack mouthed and annoyed that he'd let her win.

there's not many people charles wouldn't mind losing to, and she was always the first on that list.

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he could feel her staring at him from the passenger seat, and she's too tired to feel embarrassed about it. they're in his car returning home from a gala they had to attend, and charles told her one too many times that he would rather be at home, doing nothing with her.

'never leave me, charles.' he waits until they reach a red light, and turns in his seat to properly look at her. she has the softest smile on her lips, her lipstick a little smudged. her freckles stand out from the moonlight, and she looks like she could fall asleep any moment.

charles has to stop himself and admire her, and he thinks she could sprout wings from her back any moment now and he wouldn't be surprised. she was his angel, his precious angel of a girl.

'I couldn't if I tried, you've bewitched me body and soul'. he knows it will make her crazy, that line. he has seen her physically clutching her heart everytime she's somehow reminded of it.

she tells him how happy she is right now, and says that she wouldn't mind if she died right then and there. charles brings her hand to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of her palm in response.

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charles is sure god isn't real now. he's not sure who's to blame. he's not sure where it all went wrong. maybe it's true that nothing lasts forever. she never got to walk down the aisle to him like they dreamed of.

charles says nothing as she leaves the keys on a table beside the door, and he couldn't convince himself to look at her face one last time, as the door closed shut.

charles never seems to find the ice cream shop open when he's wandering through monaco alone, on those sleepless nights. he supposes it's for the best, and he's not entirely sure that he could have a strawberry ice cream in that shop without breaking down. so he sits outside the shop instead, replaying the scene of her across the table from him in his head.

he never loses to anyone at mario kart again, and he doesn't scream with his hands in the air when he wins. he tries not to cry as the notebook plays on the tv, during a movie night with his friends. he thinks pierre squeezes his knee to offer comfort, but he's not sure about that either.

he lays in his bed, after opening his windows just the way she always had them open, reaches his hand to his side, and longs for the weight of her on his chest. he knows he'll never feel it again, and thinks of all the things he would do just to feel her lips on his, just one more time.

[fullsunised]

Can i request NCT Dream imagine where you misunderstood seeing him with a girl and they hear you crying to your best friend on call when they reach home 🤍

𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠²⁰: 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: none

a/n: uh, I'm thinking maybe I should start an anime account like write imagines for anime characters, or I should start doing female idols and smut. idfk what this is, but hope it makes sense. went a little crazy at jeno.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

boy just got home from a long schedule, when he hears faint sobs coming from inside of your faint bedroom. he was about to call your name to ask what was wrong but instead he hears your voice.

"there was another girl with him, ___. what if he's-", your voice trailed off not wanting to think of the worst of possibilities. mark would instantly guess you were talking about him, because he did see you come to greet him today, and before he could call out your name you left. was it because you saw him with his makeup artist? the older sister he was kinda close to.

he pushes the door open, finding you on your shared bed, your phone pressed to your ear and hot tears streaming down your pretty face. his heart cries at the sight of you crying. noticing him you end the call with your best friend refusing to meet his eyes.

"Baby, is everything okay?"

no answer. mark lets out a soft sigh, walking closer to take a seat next to you on the bed. his hands instantly reach for your's holding them like he never wants to let go, not even in a million years. 

"If you're worried about the girl you saw me with in the morning, don't be. I have my eyes only for you, and the makeup artist is like my older sister. baby, I love you. nothing else, or no one else can change that"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

bro just took a shower and walked out of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his torso, and a t-shirt covering his top. his hair was wet, which he purposefully didn't dry because he wanted you to do it. he loves it when you do that for sure. so, when he's walking to you, you who were in the kitchen preparing food for both of you, he hears your soft sobs.

he watched your back wondering what you were so upset about, and he recieves his answer is less than a second. "what if she likes him? they looked so close", your voice said quietly. you were mindful he was inside taking a shower, so you kept your voice as low as you could. 

shaking his head, he walks up to you wrapping both his arms around your waist definitely startling you a little cause you jumped in your place a little. unlocking your phone, he ended your call with your best friend without even saying anything. and you didn't protest, it was better to talk it out with him than complain and cry about it to your friend.

"love, that's disappointing. but I don't want you to worry about anyone else. just because I am close to them doesn't mean something is actually going on. I love you and no one else so please", he mumbled from next to your ear.

you let out a sigh apologising for ever doubting him. boy forgives you easily cause how can he ever stay mad at his girl, hmm..

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

it isn't everyday that you were over to visit jeno, nor was it everyday that he hears you cry to your best friend on the phone. you were too busy pouring out your feelings that you didn't notice, your boyfriend standing behind you in the toilet of your house.

jeno sighed slightly, knocking on the door you locked yourself and waited. hearing a faint knock, you ended the ongoing call with your best friend, wiped your tears off with the back of your hand before opening the door.

as soon as your eyes landed on jeno, you smiled slightly hoping on the inside you don't burst out crying. jeno didn't say anything but just walked inside and locked the door behind him. his hands reached to cup your face, making you look right into his love filled eyes which instantly filled you with guilt.

"Baby, I want you to talk to me. tell me what's wrong. can you do that for me, hmm?"

you nodded not being able to say no to him. "I was just- jealous of how close you and __ are", you whispered ashamed of yourself. how can you let jealousy get this far? jeno chuckled softly leaning in to kiss the top of your head. 

"I don't want you to worry about anything, sweetheart. I love you and only you with all my heart, so don't let anything like this make you upset hmm?"

you nod again. "I want to hear you speak, darling", he said still having your face in his hands. you flushed slightly at the string of nicknames he has been calling you until now, but nonetheless giving in, "I promise, and I'm sorry"

"Don't be"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

the moment you start giving him the silent treatment he knew something was wrong. those suspicions were confirmed as soon as he heard soft sobs coming from inside your room that you barely used.

he wasn't meant to eavesdrop but he did anyway because what was bothering you so much, that you didn't even share it with him. pressing his ear to the closed door, he tried his hardest to decipher your words.

"He's touchy with everyone, I know but I don't know with her it felt different", you mumbled defensive about your feelings. you were most likely sure you were over thinking it but either way it was a fact that your feelings were hurt.

as soon as he heard you say those words, boy is gonna barge in. you have to end your call otherwise he wouldn't be okay with it. when you do, he's gonna sit next to you, hold your hands, kiss your fingers.

"I love you, my love. I don't want you worrying about anything. if me being close to my manager makes you uncomfortable, I'll stay farther away", he firmly states his voice loud and firm.

you smile slightly resulting in him jumping on top of you and drowning you in kisses.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

he never wants you to doubt what you two share, he always made it clear enough for you to hear but you couldn't help but feel inferior to everyone else that was around him. it was jaemin after all, the man with charms.

so when you encountered a girl touching his arm in whatever way it maybe, you weren't shocked, you were just upset. what if what you saw was real, and that you were actually just there in his life made your heart hurt.

sure you were making assumptions which is why you called your bestfriend to find out her opinion, which was a bad choice because as quickly as you started speaking you broke down.

jaemin who returned from a long day of practise, called your name out. when he recieved no response, he came knocking to your bedroom door, only to find you struggling to speak, tears all over.

crouching in front of you, he held you arms. "Is everything okay?". you nod not wanting to ruin his day by talking about your pointless worries. but it was jaemin, he pressed in wanting to get an answer from you.

when you tell him all you feel, pour your heart out all he's gonna do is pull you into a soft kiss, a kiss that would be enough to tell you how much you mean to him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

he would straight up ask you, it wouldn't even get to the point where you'd have to complain to your friend. but on those days when he was too busy to notice your shifting persona, or your cold texts towards him, he never expected to come home to hear you crying.

as soft it may be, you were still upset about something. so much that you were crying. "tell me I'm tripping, but what if they do have something going on?". as you say those words, he pushes the door open barging in, not caring if your friend was on call, or if you were crying.

stands tapping his feet so that you'd end the call, so that he can finally have the conversation you need to be having with him instead of going to your bestfriend. of course he's up for you sharing your problems, but wouldn't like it as much when you complain instead of communicating.

would hold your face, clicking his tongue because as much as he loves you, you doubting him is absolutely absurd. patiently explains how you shouldn't worry so much.

"I love you, y/n. you're everything, so please never think I'd be cheating or you, or misunderstand".

you'd nod ashamed. boy is gonna order food, and then yall will be cuddling watching a film or something cuddling each other.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

wouldn't know what to do. when it comes to relationships and all he's a bit inexperienced, so when he finds you crying inside your bedroom, talking to your bestfriend on the phone, he freezes. what did he do so bad that you were crying?

listens in, to find out the actual reason. would actually wait until you're done taking to your friend to talk to you, because he actually needs to prepare what he needs to say. would be very firm with his words even though he's shy usually.

you'd walk out wiping your tears, to make food for both of you. holds your tiny hands in his, rubbing them softly, comforting your heart a little by doing so. would be very honest with his feelings, like wouldn't even be able to speak proper sentences.

"I love you...um, so you don't have to worry about anyone else. it would nice if you could..uh trust me, because I trust you".

is awkward for the rest of the day because he wants to give you your space, but you'd give in apologising for your meaningless worries, before yall go back to cuddling.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[luvrlou]

Get Out Of Your Own Way

Pairing: Matt Press x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, Matt is a warning in itself

Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.

A/N: Why is there no Press imagines!

Word Count: 2.1k

If Y/N L/N was asked who she most hated in the entire world, she would answer with Matt Press in a heartbeat. Where to even start with him? Some would say he's a dick others would be straight up and label him a sociopath. Conventionally, he was attractive, tall, had dark hair and always had this mysterious glint in his eye, that's what caused the girl to dislike him even more.

"Halloween, the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it," the iconic words of Cady Heron projected from the small tv in Diana's bedroom.

"Di! Is this too much?" Y/N questioned, twirly around the room in a pair of black spandex shorts, a black crop top with purple zip and a witch hat placed messily on her head.

"Some would say not enough babe!" She replied, "put these on," she instructed chucking a pair of black heels towards her friend.

Tonight the two girls were headed to a Halloween party thrown by some kids in the year below, it was in this boy, Brodie's, basement. The pair were invited by a close friend of his called Abby Littman, Y/N didn't know her that well but Diana had known her since she was one year old.

"So what are you being?" Y/N asked the ginger girl sitting on the floor across from her.

"An angel!" She smiled grabbing the wings and halo next to her and placing them on. She stood up and did a spin, "tada!"

"Get your heels on so we can leave," the H/C girl ordered, switching off the tv, "we'll just walk, yeah?"

"Sounds good!" Diana grins, grabbing her friend by the hand and running down her stairs, locking her door behind her and heading in the direction of the party.

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"Mothers lock up your sons!" Y/N yells as the pair enter the party hand in hand.

"Y/N and Di are here!" The other girl finished, receiving a chorus of cheers from the massive amount of teenagers in the basement.

"Di, come get a drink with me!" Y/N shouted over the noise.

The pair slipped through mountains of intoxicated people and poured themselves two cups of vodka, lemonade and blackcurrant juice. They clinked cups and downed their drinks giggling softly to each other before pouring themselves the same again.

"Let us mingle!" Diane croaked in a weird voice causing her friend to burst out laughing, they both parted ways and went to mingle.

"Glad to see you embracing your true self as a witch!" A male's voice boomed, followed by an obnoxious giggle.

"Lovely to see you too Matt," She pulled a tight-lipped smile, "Samantha," she nods towards the other girl.

"Awe, don't be so jealous of our Sam," he taunted, pulling a faux pout.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm not jealous, I just don't like her simple as that."

"Don't need to be so rude!" The girl on the couch complained.

"Shut up Samantha," Press quipped before turning to glare at the girl in front of him.

"I'm away for a drink, bye Matty!" Y/N teased, grinning.

"And I'm joining you!" He added, clearly trying to wind her up.

She groaned and made a break for the kitchen.

"So Y/N, you do realise that you're meant to dress up as something for Halloween?" He laughed as she grabbed a bottle of vodka.

"Matt, you do realise that being a dick doesn't need to be your only personality trait?" The girl spat back, filling up her cup with vodka, and adding almost equal part lemonade.

"Woah, you have enough lemonade for your vodka?" Press asked taking the bottle off of her as she attempted to add even more into her cup.

Y/N smiled, "aren't you so cute caring about me," her smile dropped, "now fuck off and play with your little toy, she's waiting for you!"

He grunted in annoyance before walking off with a beer.

"It's shot o'clock!" Abby's voice rang through the small basement. All of the drunken teenagers gathered around the table tennis table and started to pound on it.

A chant of "Tiny sips, tiny flips!" bounced around the walls of the basement as Abby walked around pouring everyone a shot, Y/N stood oppisite Norah, a girl she knew fairly well.

When it came to her and Norah's turn Norah sent Y/N a quick smile before they both grabbed their shots and downed them, they tried to flip their cups, both messing up and sending the cups flying.

"Better luck next time sweet cheeks!" Press cackled his arm hooked around Samantha. Y/N sent the boy a middle finger, causing Diana to burst out laughing from behind her.

"Holy shit Di! You scared me!" Y/N drunkenly chuckled, embracing her friend. The pair walking off, "let's get more shots."

"You know how glad I am to have picked you to be friends with!" Diana commented, stumbling over to the kitchen, Y/N on her arm.

The girls grabbed a bottle of tequila rose and two shot glasses, pouring shots and linking arms, downing them.

"I could drink this all day!" Diana dreamily exclaimed.

"We can!" Y/N cheered, taking the bottle by the neck and pouring some of it down her throat.

Diana snatched the bottle drinking it wistfully slipping to the floor, Y/N joining her. Despite the partygoers coming and going from the kitchen, no one really paid much attention to the two girls tanning the bottle of creamy alcohol.

"Shit it's done," Y/N whined, sliding herself to lie down on the cold floor.

"Oh my, what have I walked in on?" The dreaded man said as he entered the kitchen.

"Oh Matty, be a doll and pass me down one of the vodkas," the intoxicated version of Y/N slurred.

"Absolutely not, get up!" He commanded reaching for Diana's hand, who gratefully took it and stumbled to a stool. Press then went to grab Y/N and haul her to her feet.

"Don't touch me, Matt Press!" She screamed.

"Come on Y/N, work with me, " he muttered, watching the girl submit and grab onto him. "There you go," he softly whispered as she reached her feet.

Matt turned to leave and Y/N went to sit next to Diana, "I wish he wasn't such a cunt," she stated, making Diana whip he head around.

"Y/N! Oh my god!" She screamed, and then they smelt it, the weed-infused aroma of a bong, "I think I know what time it is, do you know what time it is?"

"Bong time baby!" Y/N yelled, grabbing Diana's arm and stumbling towards the couch, "pass the bong sophomore!"

Y/N lit the end of it inhaling a big draw and passing it to Diana, Y/N reached over to Press and blew the cloud of smoke straight into his face, "oh you want to play that game huh?" He smirked, clutching her by the hips and pulling her onto the couch. "Hand it over Diana!"

Press took the bong and inhaled, grabbing Y/N's draw roughly and connecting their lips, the smoke travelled into her mouth. "Press! You animal!" Jordan shouted.

Y/N watched grinning as Samantha ran off into a bathroom, she stood up snatching the bong of the raven-haired boy, "Is there any weed that's not in here, I want a joint," she announced.

Abby sprinted off and came back with a small baggy filled with weed and a box of rolling paper, you took them out the girl's hands and kissed her forehead, "you're a gem."

The girl grinned and chucked herself onto the couch, on top of Brodie. Y/N stumbled towards the table to roll two joints, one for her, one for Diana.

"Come get one Di!" She shouted, the skidding and crashing indicated that the girl had arrived.

She picked one up and inspected it, "I love when you roll them!" Y/N tossed the lighter at her which she caught surprisingly well. Y/N placed hers between her lips and waited for her friend to light it.

The pair walked over to the people on the couch, the two girls mentally deciding to through themselves on Abby, the party had noticeably gone quiet, as the time had hit around half one. The only people who were left were the group of nine huddled around the couch.

"You know how much I love you, Abby, you're so cute and pretty," Y/N mumbled, cuddling into the girl she hadn't properly talked to since about five minutes ago.

"You two are definitely drunk!" Abby laughed, pushing both Y/N and Diana off of her onto the space next to her.

"We're not drunk we're just appreciating life!" Diana shouted, taking another long draw of her joint.

"While you guys appreciate life, me and Norah are away to have sex!" Jordan slipped into the conversation, causing everyone to groan.

"Shut up Jordan!" Norah reddened, pulling him away and up the stairs.

Everyone sat and talked for a while, despite never really hanging out with the group Diana and Y/N were fitting right in, laughing like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for ten years. Diana had especially warmed up to Brodie who she was now all over in the corner of the basement.

"Perhaps we should take this to my room, what do you say Diana?" Brodie suggested to the ethereal-looking girl on his lap who was layering his neck with the red lipstick she had swiped on only an hour or so prior.

"I say that sounds great!" She beamed, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him up the stairs as silently as they could.

"I'm heading, I refuse to hear two couples going at it." Abby groaned kissing Y/N on the head before she leaves, waving a small goodbye at Ginny, who was cuddled into Hunter's side pretty much comatose.

"I better get Ginny home, sorry guys." Hunter pitifully smiled.

"No please don't leave me here with Matt!" Y/N pleaded making him burst out laughing.

"I'm not that bad babe!" He answered, giving her a side-eye. Hunter sent you yet another apologetic look, assisting a stumbling Ginny up the stairs.

"I need another drink," Y/N declared, standing up from her spot on the couch. She could sense him following her to the kitchen, which bothered her a ton but she was too interested in getting some more fiery liquid down her, instead of pouring something she just grabbed a bottle of vodka, slugged some down and trudged back to the couch.

"Stop hiding that you like me, it's honestly pathetic." A voice spoke behind her.

She whipped round, and finally he had well and truly pissed her off. "Oh my god, will you ever get out of your own way?"

"What's your deal, why are you being such a bitch to me lately, do I mean nothing to you," Matt shouted taking a step closer to the girl.

"Well fucking done Matt! You finally get it!" She yelled back at him. "You aren't as stupid as you give yourself credit for."

Matt laughed, "look at yourself Y/N, you're a mess, just admit it the only way you are happy with yourself is when you're drinking or smoking your dumb fucking joints!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned getting even closer, making him step back into the table.

"I stopped being close to you and now you cry by yourself in school and act like you don't give a flying fuck about anyone! Other than Diana? Tell me that isn't true." He demanded looking the girl up and down.

"You don't know the first thing about me Press." She spat, prodding his chest with her dainty finger. "I mean you can't even go by your first name and you call me pathetic, that's funny!"

He only grunted in response, shoving the drunken shell of a girl out of the way, this only annoyed her even more.

"Matt for the love of god, just let me hate you." She whispered.

He huffed, "I don't want you to hate me Y/N but we'll never have whatever it was we even had again."

"God Matt! Stop!" Her distraught voice begged, his complexion softened a bit before advancing towards her, "Matt, don't speak."

Y/N pondered her decision, looking at the tall body who is towering over her, in one swift movement she pulled the boy closer, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck.

Matt's warm breath fanned over her face, "are you going to kiss me or what?" He smirked.

"Shut it." Y/N reached up and placed her lips against his, him instantly wrapping an arm around her waist, his other falling firmly on the side of her neck, he started to walk her so his back hit the cold table.

"Jump," Matt grunted, breaking the kiss, his arms came down to the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the table. She wrapped his legs around his waist, letting him kiss down her neck.

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Complaints And Wine | Erling Haaland x fem!reader

Summary : You just want to prepare a nice dinner for you and Erling , but your annoying older brother has other palns .

Tw : Nothing , just pure fluff and Jack being an annoying older brother .

This can be read as the second part of Cool Girl or as a stand alone .

Ps. MY LAPTOP DIED AND I HAD TO FINISH WRITING ALL THE IMAGINES FROM MY PHONE 🤬 THIS WAS WAY DIFFERENT IN MY HEAD AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY IT ENDED UP LIKE THIS - I'm just gonna go hide under a rock-

English isn't my first language so if you spot any mistakes please just bare with me .

Enjoy < 3

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I strugled to open the main door to my shared apartment with Erling . Today was a special day . It was our 3 year aniversary and I want to make us a nice dinner . I even bought some white wine for the occasion .

Suddenly the main door bursts open and I see my older brother Jack standing infront of me looking looking angry .

" Don't you have a key for your own house ? " Jack asked me and I responded to him with an angry glare .

" Okay , I'll just help you with that . " He said and grabbed some bags .

" First of all where is Erling and what are you doing here ? I gave you a spear key just for emergencies . " You said to your brother who was looking really proud of himself for whatever reason .

" I came here to see you . Can't I just love my little sister ? " Jack asked you with a smile .

" What is going on ? " You finally asked your brother .

"I came here to complain . Erling was talking today in practice about your dinner and I just wanted you to know that you've never made me a dinner before . I'm your brother . Youre supposed to be taking care of me . " Jack said ready for a fight .

" I am sorry but I've prepared a lot of dinners for you in the past . Why are you being so dramatic about it ? " You asked your older brother while taking out of the bag a big bottle of white wine .

" And you've bought wine ? And your holding it infront of me ? Y/N you should be ashamed of yourself . Respect your older brother . " Jack said irronically trying to annoy you .

You started shouting and fighting with each other and you didn't even realise that Erling had entered the kitchen and was wathcing you silently .

" Y/N Grealish I am your older brother and you need to respect me and y- " Your brother said to you , but before he could even complete his sentence you had interupted him .

" Oh stop trying to sound like Thomas Shelby it is awful . " You snapped back at him and with that Erling started laughing .

"In who's side are you on ? " and "How long have you've been standing there ? " Where both heard by the two siblings .

After a few moments of laughing , Erling helped them put the groceries away .

" I still can't believe how you've never prepared me a dinner. And you've brought white wine , like why not red ? " Jack asked you and before you could even answer Erling said : " You've brought white wine ? Why not red ? "

You looked at them both in disbelief and they started laughing .

In the end you all prepared a nice dinner and ended up drinking one glass of white wine.

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ACOSM | The Night she asks about Love

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: fluff

summary: Valeria finds herself asking Mor and Mallory about what kissing is like when her brother, Cass and Az walk in. Things get a bit awkward.

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection of imagines that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here.

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In the heart of Valeria’s home, the kitchen buzzed with energy as she, Mor, and Mallory gathered to prepare dinner. The scent of spices and delicious ingredients filled the air. It was a comfort to have Mor's presence. She had arrived uninvited but her presence was always welcome. Valeria was happy that her visits grew more within the past year.

Now that they were older, Lady Yvaine felt more comfortable leaving Valeria and the guys alone to go visit her husband. She would leave them only for a couple of nights of the week, not wanting to be gone for too long in fear of the havoc unsupervised teenagers could cause. Tonight was one of those nights so dinner was left up to Valeria to prepare as the guys were away in training.

Valeria hummed a tune as she diced vegetables, her focus on the task at hand. She glanced over at Mor, who was stirring a simmering pot, and smiled. "Remind me to thank Azriel for those spices he picked up from the market."

Mor looked up. "Oh, you mean the ones he claimed would make the food as hot as Cassian's temper?"

Valeria nodded with a smile. "Exactly those."

Mallory, standing at the counter, grinned. "I'd pay to see Cassian's reaction to spicy food."

“Or Rhys’s!” Mor exclaimed.

“Rhys is such a baby when it comes to spicy food.” Valeria laughed as the image of Rhys dramatically fanning his mouth came to mind.

“And Cassian too! Last time, he gulped down a gallon of milk.” Mor said, tears of laughter streaming down her face from the memory. Val's and Rhys's mother had been so upset the following morning when she found she was suddenly out of milk.

“Oh and then there was Az, savoring every bite, completely unfazed.” Valeria added as she wiped the tears from her own eyes.

Mor then playfully nudged Mallory, her eyes still glistening with tears. The two had gotten along well as Valeria thought they would. "Maybe we'll have a spicy food contest soon? That way you can see it for yourself.”

“Yes, please!” Mallory replied. "I would love to see the look on Cas's face for myself."

 They fell into a comfortable silence as they continued making dinner. The silence didn’t last too long as Mor’s eyes lit up once again, wide with excitement.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" She exclaimed. "I have to tell you about the latest scandal from the Court of Nightmares!”

“Please tell.” Valeria encouraged, leaning in with interest.

“Mathis got caught kissing my mother’s maid!” Mor burst into laughter for the hundredth time of the night. “Father was so upset but my mother did not allow him to fire the maid. So he confined Mathis to his room for a week with no magic!”

Valeria gasped and Mallory’s eyes widened. Although she hadn’t known Mor for long, even Mallory recognized that it was rare for Mathis to ever get punished. Mor had complained about how Mathis, her older brother, was her father’s favorite on multiple occasions.

“Hope the kiss was worth it.” Mallory quipped.

Valeria hesitated for a moment, her mind lingering on the thought. “Speaking of kissing…what’s a first kiss like?”

There was a mixture of curiosity and shyness in her tone. Mor looked up from the pot she was tending to, a playful smile on her lips. "Why the sudden interest in first kisses, Val?"

Valeria felt her cheeks flush, attempting to shrug off her embarrassment. "Oh, I was just curious, you know, since you brought it up and all. Generally speaking, of course."

Mallory chimed in, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is there someone you like, Val?"

“I think I know who.” Mor sang in a teasing manner.

“Wait, I think I know too!” Mallory grinned, raising her eyebrows at Mor. “On the count of one…two…”

On three, the front door creaked open and the voices of Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel could be heard. Valeria's blush deepened, and she turned her attention to the vegetables, feigning nonchalance.

“Azriel,” Mor smiled wickedly as he was the first to enter the kitchen.

A gentle smile graced the Shadowsinger’s lips. “Hello, ladies. I smell the spices I bought…what’s cooking?”

Valeria stammered slightly, her gaze flickering between Azriel and the vegetables she was chopping. "Uh, just some dinner... for everyone."

“Smooth.” Mor mused, nudging Valeria with an impish grin. The situation was playful and light, but Valeria felt her heart race as she exchanged glances with Azriel.

“Why is the air spicy?” Cassian said with a cough, his eyes watering slightly, making Mor and Mallory laugh.

“Val, you seem a little flustered. Everything alright?" Rhysand leaned against the counter, raising an eyebrow at his sister. He reached out to touch her forehead, worried over the flush that taken over her face, but she slapped his hand away.

She then felt the gentle prodding of his talons rake across her mind, his attempt to probe her thoughts. With a glare of warning, she fiercely put her mental shields up, refusing to allow him in. She cleared her throat, attempting to compose herself but it was Mor who answered for her.

"Yes, everything's fine. She was just curious about first kisses, you know. Generally speaking, of course." Mor chuckled, seizing the opportunity to tease her further. She was unfazed by the jabbing of Valeria’s elbow into her side.

Rhysand groaned dramatically. “Please don’t tell me this is about Lord Devlon’s son, Darnien.”

“It’s Damien,” Valeria corrected with a roll of her eyes. “And maybe, maybe not.”

 “Our little Val is growing up.” Cassian grinned, nudging Azriel, who remained unusually quiet at the teasing of Valeria. The latter did not join in. His shadows seemed to tense, an unreadable expression crossing his face. 

“Ugh, you’re even defending him.” Rhysand lamented, continuing with his dramatic antics as he buried his face into his hands. “What do you even see in him?”

“He’s got a pretty face…for an Illyrian.” Mor said with a smirk.

Mallory looked at her with a grimace. “You think so?”

“Well, he’s not my type but…” Mor replied with a shrug. The girls then fell into a separate conversation of their own, Mallory daring to ask who does fall under the category of  Mor’s type.

Meanwhile, Valeria and the guys were too absorbed in the topic of Valeria and Damien to pick up on the subtle blushes between Mor and Mallory.

Valeria felt her face burn brighter.

This was not about Lord Devlon’s son but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She had met Damien while ice skating with Mallory and he seemed to have taken an interest in her. It surprised Valeria as it was rare for her to be approached by a guy, considering the glare Rhysand would send any of them if they even dared to look at her.

If it wasn’t Rhysand scaring off any male attention, it would be Azriel and if it wasn’t him, then it’d be Cassian. The overly and dreadfully protective trio, she called them. But if you asked Mallory or Mor, they’d referred to them as the “cockblockers.”

“He’s nice to me.”

“I’m nice to you.” Cassian deadpanned. “We–” Cassian continued as he gestured to him, Rhysand and Azriel. “Are all nice to you.”

"I beg to differ," Valeria huffed, thinking briefly back to the pranks they'd pulled on her over the years or the remarks they'd occasionally throw her way.

“That’s the bare minimum.” Azriel chimed in, agreeing with what Cassian was trying to say. "And shouldn't mean as deeply as it does to you."

“I’ve seen his mind.” Rhysand said as he dragged his hands down his face. “And his thoughts are anything but nice. They’re disgusting.”

“I’m sure yours are just as disgusting.” Valeria snapped back. “I’ve seen the way you look at Andrina’s ass.”

Cassian let out a howl of laughter. “She does have a great ass,” He said deep in thought, most likely thinking about Andrina’s said assets.

Rhysand's voice carried a trace of desperation as he uttered, “Please tell me you’re at least not in love with him.”

His protective instinct for Valeria flared, unable to fathom why his little sister had developed an interest in Lord Devlon’s son. It was a reminder that she was growing up too.

Valeria paused, deep in thought. “Well, I wouldn’t know what love is like.”

Azriel's gaze softened at that. "Love is weird. It’s a mix of emotions. Happiness, warmth, excitement. Sometimes, even a bit of fear...," his voiced trail off and as an afterthought added, "Maybe a lot of fear."

The question was out of her mouth before she could restrain it. “Are you in love?”

Azriel’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the directness of her question. Surprise and hesitation danced in his eyes and he stammered to answer her.

“Az? In love?” Cassian said with an incredulous laugh. “Az can’t even fall asleep.”

“I thought you said the worry dolls were working.” Valeria quipped to Azriel. A slight pout on her lips. She had noticed the exhaustion that lingered in his eyes and gifted him worry dolls last solstice, hoping that him releasing his burdens to the dolls would bring him some relief.

“You should be asking me,” Cassian chimed in, in a slightly offended tone. Diverting attention away from Azriel, who continued to be flustered, he unintentionially saved Azriel from having to explain why he couldn’t sleep. A secret the Shadowsinger guarded closely. “I’m the only one here in a beautiful and loving relationship.”

“Alright, then. What’s love like?” Valeria prodded.

At this, Mor and Mallory halted their conversation, also eager to learn about his experience.

“Everyone feels love differently.” Cassian began. “But for me, love is always finding excuses to spend time with that special someone. It’s about paying them extra attention, being there for them when they need you and cherishing their passions and interests as if they were your own.”

“Oh and don’t even get me started on the physical aspects of love. When you love someone, the sex–”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Rhysand interrupted sharply, reaching forward to cover Valeria’s ears. “Let’s not taint my dear little sister with your bedroom tales.”

“Tanwyn must be a lucky girl,” Mor laughed, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at Cassian, the teasing spirit of the moment lightening the atmosphere.

As the banter continued and dinner was served, Valeria couldn't help but let her mind wander. Cassian's description of love resonated with her in a way she hadn't expected. She glanced at Azriel, who had remained quiet during dinner.

It wasn't Lord Devlon's son who she ached to spend time with or spared her attention to. She wasn't even interested in the slightest over learning about his interests. He had been the one to approach her and while she did humor him, it wasn't his attention she yearned for.

It was Azriel's.

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Tag list: @justrepostandlove @kemillyfreitas

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we could be more | dean winchester | 11

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

HUNTED

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : BELIEVER - IMAGINE DRAGONS

“Beanie?” Dean padded down the stairs, the first one up after me. I looked up from my churro, blinking. The first thing I noticed was that Dean was shirtless. 

And I’m not complaining. Dude’s jacked as hell.

“Yeah?” I replied, drinking my morning coffee. 

“Can we talk?” 

“Sure.” He picked his shirt off the sofa, slipping it on and sitting down in front of me. He cleared his throat, looking awkward. 

“Dad told me something before he died. About Sammy.” 

“What’d he say?” I frowned, passing him a couple of churros.

”That he wanted me to watch out for him, to take care of him. And I had to save him, and if I couldn’t…” 

“What do you have to do, Dean?” I asked, leaning forward. 

“If I can’t save him, I need to kill him.” 

“What?!” 

“I know, I-“ 

“Sorry, Dean, but your dad was knee-deep in bull.” I scoffed. “Asking someone to kill his own brother- is he insane?!” 

“I wish to God he’d never opened his mouth.” Dean whispered. “Cause if Sam’s supposed to go dark side, I don’t wanna pull the trigger.“ 

“He won’t, and I’ll personally make sure of it.” I started pacing. “I know he meant a lot to you, but if my dad told me to put a bullet through Carter if he ever went AWOL, I’d tell him to go to hell.” 

“Sadly, he’s already in hell.” 

“Dean, you can’t follow through with this.” 

“It’s an order.” 

“To hell and back with the order!” I burst out. “Gain some independence from John Winchester, Dean. He gave you a tall order, a really tall order, and you can’t do this to Sam. You just can’t.”

“How are you so sure?” Dean whispered. 

“Because I know Dean Winchester. And you know yourself too.” I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Saving people, hunting things, it’s in your blood, trust me, it’s in mine too, but one of the things you hunt can never be Sam.” 

“What am I gonna do without you, Beanie?” 

“Crash and burn.” I smiled, then kissed him on the cheek. “Now, c’mon, enjoy your churro. I stocked up on chocolate milk as well.” 

“Where’s mine?” Sam asked, strolling into the kitchen in his outdoor clothes. I took two bottles of chocolate milk out of the fridge, tossing them to Sam and Dean. “What about your dad?” 

“I’m gonna let him sleep in.” 

“And I’m going to get some groceries.” He left, and I bit into a churro, raising an eyebrow. 

“BEANIE?!” I heard once I came back from the nearby gym. Dean rushed down the stairs, fuming. 

“What?!” I yelled back, putting the Mustang’s keys in the key dish. 

“Sam hasn’t come back for a few hours.” 

“Guy’s a ‘go on a walk’ type of dude. He’s 23, Dean, he can go out on his own.” 

“No, this is different.” Dean refused. “He just happens to go missing after I tell him that I have to put a bullet through him.” 

“Yeah, cause that’s not a reason to run away from your potential murderer.” I sighed, then took the Impala keys from the dish. “Get dressed, we’re going to find him.”

I called Ellen, and she picked up the phone almost immediately. Sam had now been missing for over a day, and we’d been trying his cell and driving around everywhere to find him.

“Hi, Ellen. I’m guessing Sam isn’t getting groceries.” I started, my voice hard. “He was with you, wasn’t he?”

‘Yeah, he was. He made me promise not to tell you where he is.’ 

“Ellen. Something could be going on, and if Sam’s in danger, we need to find him.” 

‘They do say that you can’t protect your loved ones forever. Well, I say screw that, what’s family for?’ 

“Then where is he?” 

‘He’s in Lafayette, Indiana.’ 

“Thanks, Ellen. Bye.” I smiled, then cut the call. “Lafayette, Indiana. The trail should be easy when we’re at Lafayette; I know someone who can locate him.”

”Alright.” Dean floored it, and I played the radio. “Do you have an idea of what Sam’s after in Indiana?” 

“Sam’s had a fixation on people like him for ages.” I opened Carl’s box, tapping him to wake him up. “Maybe he called Ellen to talk to Ash to at least find the people who fit into his bracket. Fire at 6 months old, born in ‘83, the works.” Carl sprang up, flying around. “Hey, Carl, can you tell us exactly where in Lafayette Sam is?” Carl wrote down the name of a motel on my hand, and I nodded at it. 

“He’s at a motel.” 

“Well, that’s where we’re going.”

We were about to pull up at Blue Rose motel, then Dean turned to me. “Hey, Beanie?” 

“Yeah?” I smiled.

“Have you ever wondered what your life would be… if you hadn’t started hunting?” 

“It’s…” I paused, “it’s hard to imagine that. It’s a part of me now, I guess. Plus, I don’t wanna imagine a poor, helpless, damsel-in-distress Ivonne Rainer.” 

“That goes against nature.” He grinned. 

“Oh, by the way, I have a present.” 

“What’s that?” I jammed a beanie on Dean’s head, making me laugh. 

“Now I can call you Deanie.” 

“No-“ 

“Too late, Deanie.” We found Blue Rose motel, and the first room we saw had Sam framed in the window. 

“Oh, thank god you’re ok.” Dean grinned, sighing in relief. Then Sam shifted, revealing a woman next to him. “Oh, you’re more than ok. Sam, you sly dog.” 

“Dean, let’s just find out the situation-“ A bullet ripped through their window, coming from the rooftop. I spotted a familiar face, my blood boiling. “It’s Gordon. I’ll get Sam and the girl to safety. You go after him!” We went separate ways, me sprinting across the car park and reaching Sam, busting open the door. “Get down!” I pulled them both to the floor, setting myself up at the window and aiming to shoot, but Gordon and Dean were both gone. 

“Ivy?” Sam panted. 

“Yeah, it’s me.” I stood up, storing my handgun. “Real smartass, aren’t you? Leaving without telling us.” 

“Who’s us?” He frowned. “Where’s Dean?”

“On that rooftop, fighting Gordon Walker.” I gestured. “It makes sense. He tried to waste me too, the day that dreamwalker came after me. A bullet just grazed me. Could have killed me.” 

“I’m still here.” The girl huffed. “We almost got killed! Cracked and turned into omelettes! And who are you, Jamie Bond?” 

“My name’s Ivy.” 

“Ava.” 

“Alright, now we need to get you to a safe location.” I picked out one of the keys from my safe house key ring, turning to him. “Follow me. A friend of mine has a garage here we can swipe a car from.”

We got to the safe house an hour later, and I slammed the door when everyone was inside, drawing the blinds and checking all the doors. 

“Are we safe?” Ava asked, looking around cautiously. 

“You are, but he isn’t.” I rounded on Sam, who shrunk back. “Samuel William Winchester, what the hell were you thinking?!” 

“That I needed to find others like me!” Sam protested, but I made a motion for him to zip it. 

“That means you weren’t thinking, because in case you haven’t noticed, a hell lot of of people want us dead! Including a yellow-eyed man who seems to be everywhere at this point.” I pulled out my phone, dialling Dean. “I’m finding out where your brother is, and fast.” I put the phone to my ear, pacing back and forth while Sam looked terrified. 

‘Hello?’ Dean answered, his voice strained a bit. 

“Dean, it’s me.” 

‘Hey, Beanie. D’you find Sam?’

”Course I did.” 

‘Glad you did. It’s a real funky town.’ 

“Listen, Dean, where are you?” 

‘I'm at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you meet me here?’ 

“I’m coming to get you. Sit tight, don’t open your mouth too often or you’ll get shot.” 

‘Ok, good. Come with Sammy, why don’t you? I wanna see my little brother again.’ 

“Sure, I’ll bring him. Bye.” 

‘Bye.’ 

I cut the call, then turned to Sam. “Well, Dean’s being held at gunpoint. He gave the codeword. Funky town.”

”Funky town?” Ava frowned. 

“Long story.” Sam grimaced.

”If we survive this,” I said through gritted teeth and pointing at him, “I’m killing you. But Gordon’s first on my list.” 

“I don't think I should leave.” Ava sighed as she approached her Beetle. 

“We need you out of harm’s way.” Sam reasoned. 

“What about you two?” 

“Girl, I am harm’s way.” I chuckled. “We’ll be fine.” 

“No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” Sam shrugged. “It’s my brother.” 

“I could help!” 

“You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiancé.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, I'm sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there.” 

Ava got into her car, closing the door but leaning out of her window. “Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother, just to let me know that everything's all right.” 

“I promise.” She drove off, leaving Sam and I. 

“She seems nice.” I smiled. “Now, c’mon, let’s save Dean.” 

We arrived at the location Dean was held, going around the back and checking the boarded up window. 

“Y’know, another person on my hit list would’ve been Carter Rainer.” I heard Gordon announce loudly. “But… uh… he didn’t live, thank the Lord. So, and here’s an ‘I’ll be damned’ moment, those sicko powers of his were transferred. It’s like the devil replaced him to find a new warrior for his army. Replaced him with his ruthless fighter of an older sister, Ivonne Rainer. She’s the second, Dean, as dangerous as Sammy Winchester, maybe even more. Though I heard the devil wasn’t that happy with her nowadays, but she’s one of them. And she’ll get her powers back anytime soon.” 

“Dean’s there.” I mouthed, and Sam nodded. We found another window, and he picked the lock, and the window had enough crawl space for us both to get in. I climbed in lightly first, while Sam came in after. He was about to take one step when I stopped him, gesturing to the thin wire there. We took cover, and I, after putting a suppressor on my bullets, shot at the explosives, making them blow up. Sam found another one, so he took off his boots, lighting them on fire for a moment and going with me as far away from the explosives as possible. I fired again, blowing a large hole in the wall opposite. I jumped and held onto a beam on the ceiling, monkey-barring to the other side without making a sound. Gordon walked in, and Sam jumped out, holding a gun to him. 

“Shouldn’t go barefoot.” Gordon chuckled. “You’ll get tetanus.” 

I came out, holding my handgun. “Tetanus should be the least of your worries.” 

“Ivonne Rainer.” 

“Who else?” I nudged the barrel against the back of his head. “Just remember that this is there, because I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger if you try anything.” 

“Or will you-“ 

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Gordon, so don’t test my resolve.” 

“Put it down now!” Sam yelled, and Gordon put his rifle down slowly. 

“You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy?” He chuckled. “Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint.” 

“Yeah? I wouldn’t be so sure.” 

“See, that's what I said.” Gordon pushed me into the wall, my forehead knocking into the wood as I swivelled from the impact, and knocked the gun out of Sam’s hands, attacking him methodically until Sam fell flat on his back. He pulled out his knife, advancing slowly. “You're no better than the filthy things you hunt.” I hooked my forearm around Gordon’s neck, pulling him back and away from Sam. We went back towards the wall, and I pointed my gun to his head. “Shoot then, Ivy. Show Dean-o and little Sammy what kind of a killer you are. Maybe even little boy Carter in hell.” In a fit of rage, I jerked Gordon’s head back, slamming it against the wall, then struck my gun across his face and knocking him out. 

“It’s Ivonne to you.” I panted, wiping his blood off my gun and my forehead. “God, I hate you so much.” We hobbled over to where Dean was tied up, his face streaked with tears. “Hey, Dean. We’re alive, look.” We untied his arms, and he hurriedly undid his gag, standing up and checking mine and Sam’s injuries. “We’re fine. Only a few scratches.” He turned to go where Gordon was, but I stopped him.

“That son of a…” 

“Don’t.” I sighed, then cocked my gun. “We’ve got plans.” I lifted my gun, aiming for Gordon’s foot and shooting, going right into the middle. “Now he can’t run. Sam’s idea, not mine. I said I’d kill him.” 

“Come on.” Sam urged, and we all started to amble outside. However, the moment we thought we were in the clear, Gordon limped outside, going haywire with his guns. 

“YOU SAID HE WAS TAKEN CARE OF!” Dean yelled as we dived for cover. 

“I’m coming for you, Ivy Rainer!” Gordon shouted, still going nuts. 

“Sam, if we die,” I growled, “I’m killing you in heaven.” 

“Just trust me on this, all right?” Sam whispered, and then police cars pulled up, arresting Gordon. They pulled out the weapon compartment in his car, revealing everything. “Anonymous tip.” 

“Sam,” Dean chuckled, “you’re a fine, upstanding citizen.” 

“You two are stupid.” I laughed, running a hand through my hair. “Being friends with you should come with a warning label.” 

“Too late. You’re 30 days past the return expiry date.” 

I got home, meeting Dad. “Gordon Walker was after you?!” He exclaimed, pacing back and forth. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?” 

“I wouldn’t have beat him to hell and back if I didn’t know.” I retorted. 

“Jellybean, I know that you’re 27 now.” He vouched, stopping and staring at me intently. “But you’re still my daughter, and Gordon is like the bad news of bad news.” 

“Bad news is in jail, now.” I scoffed. “I’m not in danger anymore-“ 

“Yes, you are!” He snapped. “You made a deal in exchange for your mother’s necklace. You shouldn’t have done that, now you’re in even more danger!” 

“Like?!” 

“I gifted that to your mother to protect her from dreamwalker possession. I got it to Ellen through a friend and told her to give it to you when you came around.”

I stared at him, horrified. 

“WHAT?!”

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[twijaxx]

Moonlight kiss

Bachira pov:

It was winter, a cold one. Me and Isagi were walking to a nearby bus stop so we can go to Hiori house for a sleepover, his parents were out of town and he decided he's gonna invite me, Isagi, Kurona and Raichi. I was living in the same neighborhood with Isagi so we're always going to school together, always hanging out, just me and h-

"BACHIRA!!!" When I was buried in my thoughts I didn't realize that we were already at the bus stop and that Isagi was probably asking me something and I wasn't answering.

"H-huh?? what is happening!!?"

I said while a silly smile appeared on my lips.

"You are not listening, are u??"

"Take a guess Isagi"

I always listen when he is talking. There wasn't a day when I didn't miss his voice at night, where I didn't yearn for his warm touch.

"I know you wasn't listening, anyways i wanted to ask when the bus is gonna arrive but i can see that it's already almost here"

I looked up from the ground, the bus we had to take to go to Hiori house was just seconds away.

We hopped on the bus and talked about some random stuff, in the meantime Kurona joined us cause he lives just one neighborhood away.

"Hello, hello"

Kurona said as he sat next to us taking off his backpack and putting it on the floor so he can sit comfortably

"Hi man! u know if Raichi is gonna show up??? he won't pick up and he didn't text me back"

Isagi said while looking at Kurona with one eyebrow up

"Raichi told me me that he isn't gonna show up!"

"Man!! He was supposed to give me back my nintendo! i'm gonna kill him when i see him at school on monday"

Me and Kurona shared a look and burst out laughing, Isagi is just so funny when he is mad, I don't know how he does that but somehow he manages to make the funniest and weirder face ever imaginable. In a second his face is with no emotions just staring at us like always when we laugh at him

"That's not funny."

we laugh even harder, at this point we're gonna die of laughter. As we were laughing about Isagi's expression (he got really offended btw) we almost missed our stop, we got off the bus and made our way to Hiori house.

Hiori pov:

*Din Don* I heard a doorbell, oh it's probably my friends

"just a sec!!"

damn they got perfect timing, they came the second popcorn was done

„Man i'm freezing!! come here quickly or in gonna turn into an ice cube!!"

I heard Bachira yell as loud as he could so I rushed to the doors and finally opened them to see trembling Bachira with Isagi scarf and Kurona hat.

„Man you never bring your own clothes and then you complain that your cold"

„Not my fault move and let me inside i'm gonna fricking die here"

„Nahhh man no way i-„

I was cut off by Bachira just running into me and almost knocked me over just so he could feel the warmth of my home and the smell of popcorn.

"U made popcorn!!"

he said excited while taking all his clothes off and running to the kitchen.

"He is gonna eat it all before we we can even see it"

Kurona said while taking off his shoes in the hallway.

a little time skip :3

still Hiori pov

We picked a horror movie, like basically only me and Kurona picked, Isagi and Bachira said that they don't care what they are watching as long as they can sleep on the couch, so me and Kurona have to sleep on a mattress that is located on the floor, tbh i don't mind sleeping with Kurona on the mattress he don't take much space unlike Bachira, he always sleeps in the weirdest position imaginable while sucking his thumb, and ofc Isagi gay ass don't mind as long as its Bachira

"Hey Kurona"

i whispered

"Do u think Bachira is down bad for Isagi just like Isagi is down bad for Bachira??"

"100 procent man, man"

I could hear in Kurona's voice that he was tired tbh i was tired too. I looked at the couch, Bachira and Isagi were already sleeping.

I picked up the tv remote and turned it off so we all can get some rest.

Middle of the night

Bachira pov

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, i looked at the clock it was 03:46

Damn man why did i woke up? I thought, to be honest I didn't have energy for that now i just rested my head against my pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

I was turning around, i couldn't sleep, i rolled over to face Isagi i wanted to see his face but i couldn't he was covering his face with his hands, he looked like he wanted to fall asleep but sun was hitting his eyes but there was no sun it's the middle of the night, i'm 100% sure he is asleep, i can hear it in how he's breathing.

Man he is so pretty his dark blue hair that makes me wanna just run my fingers through it while we cuddle, his flawless skin, the symmetrical face that makes me just reach out my hand and gently remove his hands from his face so i can see it a little bit better, his pink lips that i creased slowly with my thumb while thinking about all of this.

I just wanted to kiss him, to be with him for the rest of my life.

I slowly got closer to him, now my hand moved from his lips to his cheek i closed my eyes and just

Kissed him.

When I realized what I was doing I quickly pulled away and opened my eyes, i saw him staring at me with the beautiful blue eyes that were sparkling because the moonlight was shining thru the window.

"I- look i didn't mean too i'm so-"

I was cut off by his lips pressing into mine, am I dreaming?? this has to be a dream, the kiss was gantle, after a while he pulled away.

I just stared into his eyes, he stared back into mine, before i could said anything he said

"I love u Bachira and i loved u for quite some time now, for a lot actually, i fell in love with u the first time i saw u at the beginning of high school when u we're sitting at the bus stop, every time i'm going to sleep your my last thought, and when i wake up, your the first one, when we meet up at the bus stop i just can't understand how the fuck are u so pretty i want to just run into your arms and kiss your lips till im out of breath, i'm sorry if i made u uncomfortable now if u don't return my feelings it's okay we still can be friends, i just want u to know how i feel around you i- i'm so pathetic."

I was speechless i couldn't mutter a single word but all of the sudden i felt my mouth open

"i love u too Isagi i want to be your boyfriend and i don't care if anyone thinks it's weird that we are together i want to be with u till i die, your my soulmate Isagi your the only person i want i love u, i love you so much"

As i finished my sentence i pulled Isagi closer to me so close that i could feel his breath brush agains my ear our hearts were beating like crazy, i felt one of Isagi's hand crease my back and the other playing with my hair.

"I would be more than happy to be your boyfriend Bachira"

"I'm glad I found u Isagi. I'm so glad..."

I said this and drifted off into the embrace of his warm hug.

In the morning we could only hear Hiori complaining about how loud was our confession

Thanks for reading guys!! I hope u liked it <3

It’s my first post on tumblr so idk how to make it look cute🙁 it’s also my first fanfic that is cross posted on ao3

[elisysd]

My place is yours 

Masterlist

A year and two months after Paris

Ethan and Julia - 25 years old

Ethan looked at Julia, his sweater fitting her body so well, it was like it belonged to her as she was preparing breakfast in his kitchen. She had spent every single day of the winter break at his place, with him. She had come over to celebrate their first anniversary and had never left. And quite frankly he had done everything he could to make her stay. But she had not complained. Nothing much had changed in a year, despite that he was more in love with her than ever. And she was too, not failing to tell him or to show him, in front of thousands of people or in the dark of his room. The season would be starting soon, the car was showing very encouraging results and he felt more at ease with everything and everyone. The new year was bringing him new perspectives and new hopes.

He stood up from his couch, slowly moving behind her as she was making coffee and hugged her, kissing the back of her head as he felt her relaxing against him. She belonged there. In his arms, in his life, in his flat. His flat was becoming her own and she had started to leave a few things here and there, on purpose or not. He didn’t mind. He loved finding little stickers on the floor that she had left falling from her notebooks or her toothbrush, right next to his in the bathroom. It felt normal. It felt right.

His heart fell as he thought the little bubble they had created throughout the winter would soon burst. He didn’t want to go back to normality, even if he was still excited. He turned on the stereo as soft jazz music started to fill the room and looked at the window. It was sunny outside, a few people were out, casually strolling the empty streets. Maybe later on, Julia and he could be one of those couples. He felt a mug of hot coffee being poured next to him and a hand sneaking around his chest, resting casually right where his heart was beating and a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I love mornings like this.” she whispered against his back as he held her hands, drawing small patterns with his thumb.

“I love them too.”

“I’ll miss them. Waking up in a hotel doesn’t feel the same.”

And suddenly, he imagined her not being there the rare times he would be home and he felt like suffocating.

“You don’t have to miss them. You could stay here.”

“You don’t want me around you?” she asked, confused.

He turned towards her, taking both of her hands in his and looked at her right in the eyes.

“No, I still want you around. Unless you don’t want to anymore and that would be okay… I meant here. In this flat. Permanently.”

“Are… are you asking me to move in with you?” she stuttered.

“Let’s face it, Julia. You’re here most of the time when it’s not a race week, and when you’re not, we’re with your parents. You wouldn’t have to bring your bag whenever you want to stay here and you could have a real workspace. I can make the necessary arrangements.”

“It’s a big step in our relationship.”

“We’re already living together. Let’s just make it official. But if you need time to think it through…”

“I don’t need time, Eth. I just felt a bit overwhelmed but, of course I want to move in with you.” she smiled.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding back before taking her in his arms to make her spin. When Julia announced it to her parents the only surprise came from the fact that they had taken this much time to make the move. They both were happy, offering their help in whatever form suited them best. But Louis wasn’t as happy as his parents, locking himself in his room, breaking both Julia and Ethan’s hearts.

“Louis, buddy… open up please.” Ethan begged him as Julia was softly knocking.

“No. You’re abandoning me. I don’t want to see you.”

“We don’t, Louis… we love you.” Julia replied.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me.”

“You can come to our place whenever you want.” Ethan said.

“I wasn’t there a lot anymore, Louis. It doesn’t change anything.”

“Yes, it does! Because it means your room will be empty. And you won’t have your things here anymore. It will be like you don’t exist. And you will forget me. You will have your life with Ethan and you will stop caring.”

Julia was about to reply but Ethan was faster. In a firm grip, he opened Louis’ door wide before stepping in. The now seventeen years old was sitting on the floor, furiously writing down what seemed to be guitar chords, in a frantic way.

“Listen to me. We’re not abandoning you, I need my tennis partner and Julia needs her brother. It’s not because she decides to leave that it means she will stop caring. We are building our life together, a future. A future in which you will always fit.”

“You’re still taking my sister away from me. She is choosing you.”

“She can’t stay with you forever. And you need to learn to be an adult. And adults make choices in life according to what they think is best. It doesn’t mean it’s easy or not hard to do.”

Louis glared at him before putting his headphones on, adjusting his glasses before showing them his back, indicating that the conversation was over. It’s sad that they left Julia’s household and as soon as they got into Ethan’s Lamborghini, she broke down.

“You were a bit harsh with him…”

“You should stop treating him like a kid. He is old enough to be considered as an adult. He is starting uni soon. Did he choose his degree, by the way?”

“Musicology. And yeah, I know you’re right… it’s just. He’s my baby brother. And I didn’t expect him to react this way. I thought he would be happy.”

“Give him time.” he told her, kissing the side of her head before starting the car.

The next few days were all about Julia packing her stuff at her parents with the help of her dad and Ethan. Louis being nowhere to be seen or ignoring her when they were crossing each other’s paths. Most of the time he was outside, in the little cabin where his piano and now guitars were stocked. It was only when she finished putting her boxes in Ethan’s car that Louis finally got out to say goodbye and to apologize.

“You always have your place in my life. I’m always one call away, no matter the distance, Louis.”

“Can I still come when I want, if you’re here?” he asked.

“You’re always welcome. Just text before, okay?”

He nodded and Julia took him in her arms, kissing his cheek. Ethan smiled. Louis was now way taller than Julia and would probably be taller than Ethan soon. But still, with his lanky figure he looked like a kid, uncomfortable in his own body.

“I’m sorry I said you were taking my sister away from me. I didn’t really mean it. I still see you tomorrow for tennis, right?” Louis shyly asked.

“Of course.”

Coming back to what was now their home, still full of boxes as Julia was still figuring out where to put what. He had never seen it so full. A colorful blanket was now thrown over his couch, a plant was near the tv, cushions were on the two armchairs, new bedsheets were folded in the dresser but what struck him the most was the new frame on the console in the entrance. He took it in his hands, and traced the contour with a nostalgic smile. It was a picture of him, Julia and Louis, one of the very first they had taken.

“I thought it was only fair to add pictures of the people we love…” she explained.

“You’re right. It’s definitely the first of many. maybe we could add a big frame on the wall and fill it with a picture whenever we make a new happy memory with someone. We could go buy one.”

“I was thinking of buying little decorations, to make it more lively. Maybe one or two frames? We could put one above the tv, and one where we have the dining table. What do you think?”

“I love how it starts to be our home and not my flat, anymore. And everything you want.”

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[houseflyy]

The Treasure Trove

Getting a strawberry snack has its obstacles.

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Within the cylindrical glass jar atop the kitchen table were the seed-speckled fruits that had a tightened grip on Melody’s eyes: strawberries. Over a dozen of them were smushed tightly inside, marinating in their juices, and they glistened against the evening sun's orange hues.

From the nearby windowsill, the little fly salivated. She would have dashed to the jar if it were open the instant she found it. But instead, she had to wait, huddled beneath her acorn cap, for when a human would appear and give her an opening. She sat unmoving, her gaze unwavering, refusing to glance anywhere else should the strawberries somehow disappear. And she hummed delightedly as her mind moved to imagine herself surrounded by the berries, slurping up their sweet juices until she felt she would burst and then doze off in their embrace with a full tummy.

A human came into the room, and Melody shot back into focus. The girl leaned her arms down on the countertop with a phone in one hand, and with the other, she reached to take the top off the jar and grab a berry, lifting it to herself to take a bite. All the while, her eyes glued to the phone’s screen, wavering up and down slightly as she scrolled with a finger.

Now was Melody’s chance. 

She bounced up and off the windowsill and across the kitchen, staying closer to the floor to keep away from any wandering eyes. Then she popped over the counter’s edge and straight to the open jar, landing on the smooth surface of the highest-most strawberry. She hopped further down about them to set herself right above where the juices collected. Dipping her claws carefully in, she gathered a huge droplet. And, reaching it to her awaiting mouth—

“EW!” 

The girl’s voice erupted around her. Melody tossed the droplet in alarm and shot upward to escape, but she collided with the lid of the jar and scrambled to land safely back on her claws upon a strawberry. She looked up despairingly. The human had shut her in. She was too late!

“Oh, gross,” the girl said, holding the jar close to her face and retching at the sight of the fly. “They’ve all got diseases in ’em. Or eggs! Gross!” Quickly she carried the jar outside, where a large green trashcan stood on the street. The girl flipped open the lid and opened the jar upside down to dump the strawberries out. Melody fell in along with them. She revved up her wings and jumped off the berry she clung to, shooting to the opening of the can, and the force of the lid slamming shut just behind her blasted her away into a nearby patch of grass. Meanwhile, the girl overlooked the escapee and returned to the house, complaining.

Beneath the tall blades of grass, Melody scanned her surroundings to assure herself the human had gone before checking herself over for any wounds—bent wings, torn membranes, and arms or legs signaling pain. Once she knew every part of herself was all right, she returned to the can and settled on the lid, near where the handle was indented for humans to open it. Melody harrumphed. There wasn’t any way she could open the can on her own and return to the strawberries that, contrary to the human’s belief, she had hardly gotten to even touch. She would have to wait again. Maybe until it was time for the garbage-collecting humans to arrive or when other humans from the house would come out to put in more waste...

“I saw what you did!”

The croaking voice and flapping whirl of black wings sent her panicking into the air. A raven landed on the lid, and he chuckled after finding where she went: buzzing in a disjointed pattern to throw him off. But eventually, she calmed to a cautious hover, recognizing that he remained where he was. His interest in her didn’t come from wanting to snatch her up. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered to speak to her.

“I saw what you did,” the giant bird repeated, “and I’m impressed. A whole bundle of berries—you’ve created a treasure trove!” He tapped a foot against the lid. “You did the daring deed,” he continued. “Now I do the rest!” Before Melody could reply, the raven surged back into the air, and she shot downward to avoid being caught in his path. Long after he disappeared to some other part of the neighborhood, his words lingered in her mind to the point of having to land on the can and think them over. A treasure trove for who? And what did he intend to do? The answers, she assumed, would arrive once he returned. She sat and waited.

The raven, accompanied by three others like himself, was obscured by the fast-approaching night sky. Melody knew they were coming not by the sight of them but by their commotion: harsh voices layered over one another in eager conversation. If she stayed put atop the lid, they could trample her, or worse. She crawled down beneath the upper rim of the can that extruded out from the body enough for her to wedge herself into.

The new ravens landed on the ground while the one who had spoken to her perched on the can lid. “Let’s see, let’s see,” he began as he stepped about. Every thud of his footsteps reverberated through her. Then, the entire bin shook, and she yelped as the raven grabbed onto the handle with his beak and tried furiously to pull the lid open. He flapped his wings for momentum but only barely lifted the lid before tumbling to the ground. 

Around him, the other ravens laughed. “All of us must try,” one of them said, then Melody felt the can shake again. Four ravens pulling up the handle was enough to pull the lid up and tilt the can over entirely. It thumped to its side, spilling its contents, and the ravens cawed and scattered in the air in a mix of surprise and triumph. Meanwhile, Melody stayed put, only coming out of hiding once the can was still, and she could smell what made it so valuable: Among the rank scents of discarded foods and garbage bags, the sugary bundle of strawberries lay distinctly at the top.

“I told you,” the first raven said as they all landed among the litter, “the treasure trove I made! Right here!” Melody gaped incredulously at him. The other ravens cheered, “So perceptive!” “So brave!” And they began attacking the berries, taking up chunks at a time with their beaks while chattering away.

Melody could only stand to stare for a short moment before entering the feast, buzzing circles around the first raven. “Hello,” she called. “Excuse me! You said that I made the treasure trove, didn’t you? Can’t I have some too?” The raven only acknowledged her by flapping his wings, brushing her away without a word. 

Melody caught herself in the air a short distance away and whimpered. Trying to get so much as a crumb of strawberry would be too dangerous among the sharp, falling spires that were the ravens’ beaks. It felt like a lost cause; the strawberries belonged to their stomachs now. She stared dejectedly in the direction of the house. There would be other foods in there. And, this time, she would try not to make herself so obvious.

As she flew back toward the windowsill she had sat upon and past the front of the house, something caught her attention: Near the front door, a small light gleamed. It was a camera, capturing the sight and sound of the ravens feasting away. But as far as she could tell, there wasn’t any response from within the house. An idea sparked in her mind, and she changed her trajectory to head to the door.

The cameras at the doors of many homes were also attached to the doorbell. Melody alighted on the button and tried her hardest to push her weight against it and trigger the ringing bells that told humans to open the door, but no such thing came. It reminded her, defeatedly, that she wasn’t big enough to use it. 

She set herself to think. There had to be another way for her to be strong without being a human’s size. She remembered the impact of the closing lid that shot her downward, past the grass, and to the ground. There was no force like that around to push her again, but if she could find it in herself to push her body that hard, would she be able to press it then?

Melody brushed her wings in preparation. She wasn’t entirely sure that her speed would be enough, but she was willing to try. As she flew back several yards away from the doorbell, she envisioned the remnants of strawberries, unattended, waiting for her to dive into them. Then, she made a wide loop, and with her senses fixated on the direction of the button, she flapped her wings at a rapid pace. Faster and faster, she urged herself on, and instantly, her cap and head struck the button. Bells rang from a muffled distance, and she hurtled downward.

The girl who had attempted to snack on the strawberries earlier answered the door and didn’t spot the unconscious fly on the ground. Instead, she caught the ravens in the act of eating from the garbage out of the collapsed can, and she groaned and ran out with her arms waving. Immediately, the ravens took to the air and fled.

A moment later, Melody awakened. Within her cap, she slowly patted her head and examined her body. Her head ached a little, and her mind couldn’t shake the ringing noise, but no part of her was hurt. She shot over to the yard. The ravens were gone, and in their place, the human packed all the trash back into the can and gagged after seeing the strawberries again and shook them to the ground.

Melody flew straightaway to where the strawberries were discarded among the grass and gasped excitedly upon her arrival. Most were eaten up; the remaining pieces and chunks weren’t many for a bird. But the leftovers were more than enough for her feast. She jumped from piece to piece, slurped away at each one, and dropped into her cap when she was done with a contented sigh and a full tummy. Caution left her, failing to tell her of the lone raven who circled high above and then flew elsewhere.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

Uh so

Idk if you know Spy x Family...there's a scene there in one of the early episodes that the family roleplayed a scene from bondman(a series in the anime) because anya want it- so Remember when (the witch - Yor's role) Yor battled (bondman - loid's role) Loid there because she thinks he's stealing Anya aka the princess away from her (she was drunk)

So uh

Imagine The darlings dolls wanted to make a scene similar to that (but mayoi doesn't want to but has no choice but be the princess of the show)- you pick which is the person who's gonna be in loid's position. MC is the witch ofc and drunk 💀- so ya MC is like "WHO DARES TAKE AWAY MY MAYOI" and I can HIGHLY see MC has some moves 😩👆 but I wanna think since the person playing as bondman is a doll of theirs, idk why I see MC after almost making them pass out is like "oh it's y-you! *Hic* l-l-look *hic* someone is stealing away my m-mayoi from me and I need your h-help *hic* *cries*" or just pass out

Aha small fun fact about My MC: she's strong and lil Buffy so I kinda see her as that

MDD MINI CORNER: the witch will protect the prince(ss)

"woah spy x family is really good. HOW L-O-V-E-L-Y!!" aira commented after a long marathon of watching spy x family. They started at afternoon now it's almost late at night. They repeated it many times.

"Ye, yor really a dupe assassin!" Kohaku nodded his head as he like to see show with cool assassin in it. Through the theme is not as dark as usual show with such character, it's pretty fun to watch.

"LOID AND YOR FIGHT IS SO COOL! I WANNA SEE IT IN REAL LIFE!" aira eyes sparkle at the thought of seeing fighting scene like that.

"Hmm! Hmm! Ya, me too!" Kohaku can't agree more. "Hmm, maybe we should play it! Like role play! But who would our cast be?" Aira stare at everyone, seeing no one is willing to take part of it. He sigh in disappointment--

"I swear rinrin... I'm not going to d-drag your ass home n-next time-- *hic.." from the front door, two drunk people walk in.

"Gyahaha... But h-honey... Y-you a-always s-says that! *Hic...yet you always drag me hoe...home..." Rinne who have his arms around your shoulder to assist him as the two of you cannot walk straight, showing how drunk the two of you are.

"M-my head doing to burst tommorow! I still have work... *Hic." You mumble as you seeing two.

"mcchi! Welcome back!" Aira went to you to greet you and notice your drunkness. " MCCHI are you legal enough to even drink?"

"*Hic... who knows... *Hic... It's not like underage never drink alcohol... T-they just hide it..." You then walk to the coach and particularly throw rinne to the empty sofa. "Bitch your heavy." You complain as you seat on top of rinne's back. "hmmp... *Hic..."

"oh! How you *hic... hurt me! *Hic... It's called mm..puurrr....eee..muscle.*hic." Rinne groan as he hit the soft sofa and feeling you seating on top of him.

"chair doesn't talk." You utter as you cross your legs and look at double aira who just run from the kitchen back to the lobby and kohaku who look at Rinne in disapproval and disappointment. ... And floating upside down mayoi on the ceiling. "... You... Guys wanna play a role play?" You heard their chat before you enter the room.

"yup! We were watching spy x family! We wanna see it in real life. LOID vs yor!" Aira who offer you some water.

"T-thanks..." You mumble as you drink it. But still drunk in your system. "I can play Yor if you want." You giggle.

"Ehh... But I wanna play Yor. Cause assassin..." Kohaku mumble with a pout.

"Sure~ you wanna wear a dress and heels too?" You giggle at the thought of double kohaku wearing dress.

"i--.... I'll play Loid instead then." Hearing the drawback of the casting of yor. Kohaku decided to be the one who'll play bondman.

"Ahaha... Mk... Then mayoi could be princess ùwú." You point at the floating upside down mayoi.

"H-HU BUTNOTHINGISPRINCESSLIKEINMEWHY--" Mayoi who realize he been discovered become a shrieking mess.

"D-dont worry, I'll protect the princess..." You giggle as you went to get heels to fight in.

"Psps. Want some energy boost?" You heard one of the twins spy from the door.

"It be perfect for your play!" The other added with full of mischief. "... Sussy." You commented but accepted it and drunk it in one go.

Feeling the familiar liquor down your throat, you look at the glass and realized those two just offer you an alcohol.

"YOU GET PRANK!" Two Hinata commented as he giggle.

"NOW MC COULD PLAY WITCH YOR PERFECTLY!" two yuuta added. Before the twins have their own twins. You look at them with head spinning.

"Nasty taste." You mumble as you went to your position in the hallway, the two went their merry way after the silly prank.

with world spinning around you. Yet you somehow manage to stand up straight and walk at the scene seemingly not drunk.

"DO YOU THINK YOU COULD GET THE PRINCESS THAT EASILY?!" Aira who is beside mayoi with a princess crown says. Wide smile on his face as he felt happy playing a scene from the anime.

"YOU WILL HAVE TO FACE THE DOLLMAKER WHOS TOO OBSESSED WITH DOLLS--MC!"

"h-hey dat aren't the line--" kohaku mumble before you walk in front of him. "Hihi..*hic... "You greeted him, forgetting your in a role play for some reason.

"..." Aira realize that you seems to forget your line.

"Oh no... MC seems m-more drunk... Ah.... I felt slowly becoming ...d-drunk too..." Mayoi mumble as he look at you in worry before his vision become dizzy...

"OH NO! MC BONDMAN DID SOMETHING BAD TO MAYOI! AND HE WANT TO STEAL MAYOI FROM YOU!!" aira knowing your buttons, use the opportunity to make you fight kohaku.

'sorry kohakuchi' he thought excitedly at the next scene.

"S-STEAL...?!" your eyes is seeing red when you hear that world.

"n-noimnot--"

"mayoi-san don't ruined the play please." Aira shut up mayoi before he can stop you from fighting.

"WHO'S GOING TO STEAL MAYOI FROM ME!!!???"you yelled in anger as you look at the bondman with pink hair. "IS IT YOU?*HIC..." You questioned.

"yes Its me--'" before kohaku could say more you already send a hand chop at his nape but since his a doll, he don't have a pressure point, hence he cannot be unconscious like usual human.

"???!!!!" But he show felt your pressure and strength on him when you attack.

"... Oh." Your eyes turn dark. When you realize the bondman won't get knock out in simple attack. "Only dolls would be like this..." You mumble

"cause I am one--"kohaku sarcastically says as the play went down hill yet the two of you still play along but with your own twist.

He then disappear in front of you to run toward where aira and Mayoi is, to get the so called princess and end this play.

"shall I cut your threads?" You chuckle darkly as you pull out scissors from your pocket. Your mind is both drunk and not in the right thought. You turn slowly at kohaku who pause as he look at you in worry.

"Kokoko... Let's see if ya can do so mchan.." interested to see of your fighting style with so called upper hand of yours. He smiled awaiting your next move.

You grip hold of your scissor before you smirk and run toward kohaku, having the scissors in a stabbing position toward the upper shoulder where one of knot(DD pressure point) is, you went for a dislocation of thread connected of both shoulder and arms.

But kohaku manage to dodge in the last moment by dropping down and rolling to the side, he then send a kick to your side but you grip on his leg, you giggle looking down at kohaku.

"You should learn more than do such seen through move..." You raise your hand holding the scissor and was about to remove the knot in the knee cup.

"ya are open!" He twist his body to send his free leg to kick you instead, unable to see such move you were hit in the side.

"Agh... *Hic..." You hiccups as you felt your side being hurt. But still holding on kohaku other leg.

"MCAREYOUOK?!" The princess run toward you in worry but he seems to unable to handle the lace of sharing of drunk state from you, he tripped out of nothing.

"...*sob..." He cried in embarrassment. 'so uncool' he thought.

"...WHO MADE MAYOI CRY!??!" you forget the pain and throw kohaku like a doll to the sofa where Rinne is before running toward mayoi.

"guhh... Agh... What the hell.." rinne mumble as he felt something is thrown at him. "K-kohakuchi!?" aira looks surprised to see kohaku somehow return to his doll form.

"Man... MC-Han that's not fair!" If kohaku is in his human form, he could be seen pouting but he only cross his doll limbs in sadge state.

Since your kohaku's dollmaker, you could always make them turn back to being dolls, you never did this to any of the dolls you made but seeing Mayoi crying state made you lost your reasoning (as if there's one) and ended the fight by turning the opponent to someone unable to continue.

"m-mc..." Mayoi bashfully look at you as you check any injuries from him before laying his head to your chest as you comfort him. The two for you now Seats in the floor.

"No worry MC would protect you." You promise. "mcimsupposedtosaythatinstead... *Hic... " He cried but felt comfort in your arms.

"IsMcOk..." He question as he checks on your side. Feeling depress and angry your hurt cause of just a silly roleplay, gone wrong...

"Oww... Yes M-MC is fine..." You lied through groaning pain as he poke your hurting side.

"*Hic... MC is a liar." You hear mayoi whimpers as he lay his head to your shoulder.

Your back is facing the sofa which means you cannot see the expression of Aira who look scared at mayoi while holding doll kohaku who too felt jolt of fear.

The phantom blue eyes darken as he stare at the cause of the mess, somehow the princess is not someone in distress at all.

maybe the princess is keep away to not cause harm to others when they see his mad state if something bad happened to his dearest.

'uwaahhh... Mayoi looks so angry...' aira thought as he back away unconsciously, he felt his own shadows entangle around his own feet like threads, that means harm than good.

'h-hu...h... Why do I s-suddenly... felt sleepy...' aira don't know what's happening as he slowly fallen asleep on the sofa, through he passes it tiredness later on as he did watch anime back to back.

But the moment he lost conscious, he turn back to his doll form. He usually doesn't need too as his an idol now yet somehow it still happened.

Not realizing the cause, the threads that seems to leech him out in his shadows disappear and went back to where it come from...

the phantom who hold your painful side one that been hurt earlier, massaging it softly.

"Don't worry.. pain we'll go away..." He says as familiar shadow threads that are invisible in naked eyes appeared from his shadow to your side.

Things it absorb from the DD is use to make the pain go away. What kind of sorcery he does, its better not to know. But he did it just for you ~ ♡' mayoi thought as he finish his work. Happy that he could lessen such pain.

"Hmm? It's fine through." You who's oblivious as you felt somewhat not drunk now and your side isn't hurting like it is before.

"that's weird." You were lying being fine earlier. Now it's truthful fine now. You don't think much of it as you hug Mayoi, he gasp at your sudden affection but slowly hugs you back.

"I will not allow anyone steal you away." You swear and promise. "Mayoi is my family, my very precious darling...." You added.

He felt his heart flattering as blush cover his face, not out of drunk stare but because of you and your words.

"If it's a human, the world won't notice one missing person. If it's a doll... Someone gonna be lock in a box for a while." You jokingly says with a sweet smile and promise.

"M-MC...!" He hugged you tighter, a sick grin and swirling madness in his eyes lovesick of love.

The voices in his head can't help but squeal at your degenerate sweet words of twisted love.

He can't help but giggle as his mind is full of the thought of his MC being possessive for him, even given him more important and love than other dolls.

If you could see the shadow threads you would notice how it all form a shape of heart as their owner can't help but felt intense affection, it's too much yet he cannot get enough of it!

"I... I won't allow you to be hurt by other people... And by your own reckless behavior." He began. As far he is concerned the only people who can harm you is you being reckless since you manage to live a life of solitary and living Ina thread in social status.

"I will protect you, I will take care of you, my mc..." He promise as he look at your (color) eyes, the distance between you two are almost non existent. As if time slowly stop and inch away your lips part.

"HiMERU is home."

Sadly the moment broke as HiMERU open the front door. He look at the two dolls behind the sofa, drunk asleep rinne in the sofa and then to the threads that form a exclamation mark and the two of you, who blushes being caught red handed.

"Oh, should HiMERU let you two continue then?" He realize what he just interrupted and was about to close the door.

"Woah! Big brother why did you close the door!?" Kaname ask HiMERU as he still yet to walk in the front step as he look around the front yard feeling as if some ghost is watching him just now and wasn't able to tag along his brother who speed up walking before he can tags and link his arms with his obviously not from fear of course!(lies)

"NoNo!! It's nothing...!" Mayoi quickly tried to stop HiMERU from leaving with a bashful mess can clearly seen his face, he felt like a dirty pervert who just seen molesting someone (his not clearly molesting anyone here) but as HiMERU close the door, you tagged his arm down and pulled his neck down.

"Love you~" you giggle as you part away from him.

"I--...I..I.." he become a shuttering mess as you went to open the door, leaving Mayoi holding his lips with a blush that seems to turn his whole face bright red, his heart beating so fast it night be too loud to be heard by others!

"Uwaah kana!" You hugs kaname happily as the three of you enter the house, HiMERU look at the phantom and now red threads that seems to form more red thread hearts, while holding his lips.

"~!!!" Mayoi squeal which surprised you three, it even wake up Rinne a bit from sleep.

"Your friend kind coocoo in the head--aww!" Kaname whisper to you, you pinch his side when he did so. "Meany! Huhuhu I'm being booly! Big brother defend me!" Kaname now cling to his big brother who sigh and flick his forehead earning more cry from kaname. "Huhu, I'm being bullied side by side!" He collapse in the floors hugging his knees. The world is too cruel for him, he dramatic cry in the floor.

"Shh...shh. dont cry kana!" You quickly comfort him and seeing you giving him attention, he quickly lash out to hug your waist. "Huhu MC I have booboos." He point his forehead. "Give kissy so I won't be stupid!" He plead.

".......... ◉_◉"- Mayoi.

"Okii! MC will kissy kissy your booboos away!" Your about to give a kiss to his forehead when HiMERU pulled his stupid brother before those bloody red string get near him just now. He sigh as he kiss his brother forehead instead of you, Kana pause and shook. But he hugs his brother as his so happy his brother is showing affection to him! Even through he want MC kissy kissy!

HiMERU step on the threads, he glare at the phantom who try to harm his brother out of jealousy. The strings beneath his feet get cut off a bit. That one time the phantom able to use his powers on him, he refuse to be control by someone even if it's the phantom.

"Uwaah big brother really love me! Ehehe!" HiMERU thought comes to an end when his precious little brother squeal in delight in his affection to him. He pat his head and continue to glare at the phantom who slowly approaches You without you noticing because your looking at a black-blue butterfly that just enter the house, late at night and flatter into your finger.

"The color remind me of Mayoi eyes and hair." You mumble looking at the beautiful butterfly, it felt odd as if it can understand you and you giggle and give the nice butterfly a pat in the head with your pinky.

"That's remind, I once read about the study of chaos. The butterfly effect." You rant on as you look at the pretty butterfly who seems to love your attention.

"Study of chaos... Butterfly... Chaos butterfly." You mumble with a grin at your nice idea of concept, the butterfly soon fly away but it felt you saw mirage, and illusion of familiar person yet beautiful butterfly wings behind him yet before you can meet his eyes.

Mayoi who's already behind you cover your gaze before you can look directly to the illusion eyes and his threads grab hold of the butterfly and try to crumble it.

He knows that butterfly isn't a normal one, his blue eyes harden as he glare at the butterfly as it flow away, as it manage to escape it's attempt.

"Uwahh! Is this Mayoi?! Eheh I know this cause your hand is so smooth nice." You giggle as you grasp the hand covering your eyes.

"H-huh...?" Mayoi finally snap out of his trance as blush cover his face. "Myhandisntthatappealingatall!" He denied covering his face in shyness.

"Oo~ eheh yes it is~" you giggle through you notice the butterfly is one. "Ohh pretty butterfly is gone." You pout.

"M-MC...! I swear I'm not weird than I'm usually am but don't grab hold of that butterfly or try to catch it! T-that... That butterfly gonna steal you away from me!" He cried and hugs you.

"Ehh~ no one would steal me away ~ I will break their kneecup if they did and make Mayoi cry."

You pat his head. He tearfully look at you and hugs you tighter.

"Casanova."

"What a player."

The brothers commented in the sideline.

You look at the two Toujou and laugh.

"Ehh why would I be one lol. As far as I concern the only one I kiss in the lips is named Mayoi Ayase." You shamelessly says which cause Mayoi to shy away.

"You and Rinne always claim to be married to Niki."

"Isn't married thing only mean companion and buddies?" You ask in all honesty. The three pause.

"What."

"Married people are like legal buddies and companion right ? Ahaha ~ of course Rinrin is my legal buddy or husband or whatnot." You continue. Your someone who don't grow up in a proper place to know such things nor its explain to you further than it's a problematic thing if someone force you into one or something.

Beside the marriage thing with Rinrin is a 3P with Niki as their wedded Chef than the usual thing. Is that even legal? Honestly anything can be legal if you believe enough (in sort be delusional)

"...." They don't know what to say honestly. Even Mayoi can't say anything.

"*Yawn... Anyway it's already late at night. Kaname you remember your room right ~? Imma go to bed." You mumble before you went to pick up the two dolls in the back of the sofa. You will shamelessly enjoy the fact they are in doll form to sleep beside dolls.

"Okii! Good night mc~" kaname says waving at you. "I heard Kohaku and Aira is watching Spy x family. I thought I can catch up before the marathon end. Sadly I don't..." He added with a sigh.

"Just go watch it on your phone." HiMERU mumble as he lock the front door. "Ehh~! But it's not the same!" His little brother pout as he catch up to his older brother upstairs. He look around and realized certain fiend is not around anymore.

...

Mayoi look at your sleeping form hugging the two darling dolls. His a deep thoughts but he smile as he give you a kiss in your forehead and was about to leave when you held onto him unable him to leave. He shyly join you in the comforter and hugs you to sleep.

Sometimes he miss the times when you and him sleep together in homes you find for shelter for the night. He would always sing you lullaby.

" ~~ " as he thought so, he suddenly start singing a song like he use to sing for you. You hugs him and smile in your sleep. Slowly he too become drowsy and taken over by slumber.

Outside the window, the same butterfly from earlier flattering it's wings before it show an mirage who seems to look daze watching the two of you. Through soon someone grab his attention as white butterfly fly beside him and a person held their hand to him.

"Hey ~ i know your in this place~" he heard his eternity says with a soft smile.

"It's just too cute to watch, a doll and dollmaker~ sorry if I worried you, my eternity~" He soon turn away from the two inside the house and held his eternity hands and the mirage soon disappear as the two butterfly flatter away together to the unknown.

...

"HEY ACCORDING TO SCIENTIST. A PERSON CAN DRINK AT LEAST A CUP OF ALCOHOL ONCE A MONTH!"

you complained as you try to reach out for your bottle of alcohol from Mayoi who dodge your attempt.

"A cup is a start of addiction...!" He refuse to give back the bottle after he confiscated it from you.

"I'm not addicted to it ok!" You denied his claim. You keep trying to get your bottle of alcohol from him over and over again, you guys knock out some kitchen equipment already along the way.

"F-fine... I will let you drink... B-but-- of course, MC would not able to see any dolls for a whole month. I can only allow one addiction for you!" He sigh as he finally says this with solemn look.

"T-that's foul play! A-and that's not even possible...! Or is it...?!" You suddenly become very worried it mayoi can do that too. You suddenly become depress and find no energy if you aren't able to see anyone in their doll form! You still have cloths you want them to wear! Huhuhu! So unfair!

Your now hugging your knee in the floor, the world is cruel. You cried dramatically like your certain friend would do if things become rough. (Same feathers do flock together)

"Mayoi being meany!" You mumble as you roll away by your side (still hugging your knee) when mayoi tried to approach me. "M-MC...s-sorry if I'm being naggy..." Mayoi become hopeless when you become like this, he also slowly become sad because your sad and tears start to fall from his eyes.

"D-dont cry...!" You quickly went to his side to wipe his tears away, you forget your problem and hugs him.

"Mayoi don't cry! Sorry!" You quickly apologize. "I won't drink if it makes you cry!" You have very odd sense of thoughts. You would give up your liking if it makes Mayoi cry.

"R-really...?" His face light up. He quickly discarded the bottle which is snatch away by a certain older Amagi who drink a mouthful at that very moment and left the kitchen after having enough watching drama in it.

"I... I made you some sweets! I thought you would want to eat something if you just want to fill your stomach with something!" He quickly take out his homemade marzipan and macaroons.

".... You could say sooner! Uwuw!" You quickly takes a bite of the rare sweets that is made by Mayoi while your enjoying your sweet, the door slam open and very angry panda-- Niki appear and saw what happened to his paradise!

"You..." He point at the two of you before you all been thrown out and get snatch haft of the sweets as punishment for messing around his kitchen.

"Ahaha..." The two of you laugh as you seat against the kitchen door. Enjoying such moment together.

...

"HELLPPPP! MC!!! MMMCC!" Hinata screams hopelessly in the void after Mayoi throw them back to the space where other Haunted doll souls that lay in dormant state, still unable to find their own consciousness like the twins

"UWAHHH! MAYOI-SAN IS A BOOLY! WAIT TILL MC KNOW ABOUT THIS!" Hinata stamp his feet. Through the reason they both here because they play a prank on MC and made her even more drunk that night.

"Brother! Let's tell MC once we're out!" Yuuta grin and Hinata look at his brother and he too grin like a Cheshire cat. "Hehehehehe~" they both giggle so evilly.

"Aww!" suddenly they both lost balance and landed on the fluffy souls of haunted dolls and accidentally hit a certain Black-Red haunted doll, earning a grumble from it.

"Oh shit--" they both look alarm.

"Wait isn't that R-- UWAAAH IT BITE ME!" Hinata screams as the Vampire like haunted doll bite his arm.

"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! IT'S SUCKING ME DRY!" Hinata cried out as Yuuta tried to remove the Haunted doll soul from trying to suck his big brother dry of energy that made him stay in his human form and turn him back to his doll self!

" Yum...*Barf." The haunted doll stops when Hinata is almost been suck dry and let go in its own and went back to hibernating.

"OHGOTT! MAYOI! PHANTOM! ONE OF THE SOULS WAKE UP!" they both hugs each other in fright as they try to reach out for Mayoi to let them out but their calls all went to a deaf ears as Mayoi is too busy with you at the moment.

Context:

🦋 This happened after MC punishment.

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